Alicorn Accidents (And How Not To Avoid Them, An Instructional Guide)

A light breeze gently rocked the fruit-bearing leaves of the Sweet Apple Acres Orchard as the dawn shifted to early morning, bringing to whomever entered the subtle scent of fresh apples. For the resident family it was a undercurrent they'd become used to, but the banality of it never stopped them taking pride in their uncanny abilities to grow the biggest, reddest, juiciest kind a pony would ever lay their eyes on. Magic was the only way to make an apple look as ruby gorgeous as an Apple Family apple, but it could never hope to replicate the taste and heart behind it.

Today was the first of June, and for Ponyville's farmers that meant the start to a new harvest. Autumns were passable, winters challenging, and springs good, but summers were always the most productive for the Apples in particular. Their produce was at their best and their most plentiful, red dotting green to the point they looked like off-season Hearth's Warming ornaments.

But with such a grand bounty came the demands of hard labor to reap it, and unfortunately for Applejack she was short of aid for the day. Granny Smith and Big Mac were both indisposed at a minor family gathering in Appleloosa, and although she could have asked her sister for a hand she wasn't that cruel. She could get her help at a later date. The first day of summer vacation was important for a growing filly to see her friends and have some fun. Besides, AJ knew well enough from experiences in the past that she almost always caved to Apple Bloom's puppy-dog face.

As the country mare's right hoof connected with the trunk's base and pelted the ground below in juicy fruits, Applejack smiled in reminiscence.. She wasn't sure why, but her memories brought her back to when Twilight had shown up to their little slice of rural Equestria for the very first time. She could remember it like it was yesterday. As with so many others that came before her, Twilight too had fallen prey to the merciless filly's glimmering eyes and disappointed pout.

Clung, clung, clung.

Applejack's ears perked at the sound, stopping her midway through filling her buckets. Had one of her cows gotten out, she wondered? It had sounded exactly like the ring of a heavy cowbell. She stood still for a moment, swiveling her ears to listen for it again. She heard nothing, and so she returned to her work with a curious shrug.

Clung, clung, clung.

There it was again. Where in tarnation was it coming from? Scrunching up her snout, she pivoted her head to scan the horizon for anything amiss. To her confusion, she found none. Clearly she was hearing things. It was either that or one of her cattle was out and about again. She hoped it was the former, because she really did not want to deal with wrangling up one of them varmints today.

Sighing, AJ reached down for one of the overripe looking apples into the waste bucket and-

Clung, clung, clung.

Furrowing her brow, a flash of irritation crossed Applejack's face. Now she was just getting ticked off. She didn't know which one of her livestock was stumbling around or what. Then she realized. It must have been Apple Bloom and her friends playing some kind of prank on her. That was the only explanation for the strange intermittence of the bell's ringing. Only a pony was capable of being 'sneaky' like that, quote-unquote. She flared her nostrils in mild frustration, but the unmistakable hint of amusement colored her voice as she turned on her heel.

"Alright, ah dunno which one'a you's bein' a smart aleck but ah'ms tryin'a do work here, so you'd best-"

Applejack stopped dead in her tracks, hooves glued to the ground like a statue's. Her eyes were wide and she was vaguely aware that her jaw hung slack. It couldn't... this didn't... She wasn't...

"Twilight?" She asked in a shaky, feeble voice. "Is... is that you?"

Twilight looked at her friend through heavily lidded eyes, an empty yet desperate expression painted on her face. She was panting like a dog, flat equine tongue flopped over her chin in a futile attempt at cooling herself down. Ever since she'd taken her shower she'd continued on being horny, and if she tried thinking about it really hard she was pretty sure she came a couple times in there as well.

Once she'd started making her way to the orchard, things hadn't gotten any easier for her. The sun was early in the sky, but it was nonetheless a hot day to begin the summer months. With her sheer arousal playing Tartarus with her body's systems and raising her temperature, by the time she reached Applejack her lavender fur was covered in a faint sheen of perspiration. The alicow was also stiff as a board, her hung spire of weighty maremeat sticking out from her loins like a javelin, it too along with the pendulous hangers below glittering as the light bounced off its dewy coating. Her ramrod had stayed mostly soft up to that point even with every hoofstep making her ample meat jiggle and tingle, but that had changed when she spotted Applejack and her toned body working up its own sweat.

"Mooooooo..." Twilight said, tipping her neck towards the ground as if the act of it drained something from her. Her head snapped up, and she shook her head slowly enough her cowbell only clunked a few times. "Y-yyes, I'm... Twilight. That's mmoo... m-me."

Applejack seemed horrified, although Twilight's thoughts were too foggy to tell. Her rudimentary brain was suited far more for admiring her soon-to-be milker's frame than it was pondering over the complexities of social interaction.

"Mmooo." Twilight replied, hands driven towards her crotch and tits as she devoured every scrumptious detail on display. Today the farmpony wore her trademark stetson as per usual, along with a red plaid shirt rolled up to the elbows and tied beneath her chest. It was a tight fit, carrying out both the purpose of pushing her sunburnt orange cleavage together and exposing her midriff's faint abdominal musculature flawlessly. It was perfect for her, practical and sexy just like the mare herself.

What caught Twilight's attention the most however lied below her waist. A pair of cutoff denims hugged her bucking hips snuggly, and the belt and buckle looped around it hardly seemed necessary for keeping it in place. The accessory completed the overall rough cowgirl look AJ had going though, but while Rarity would have complimented it Twilight cared solely with regards to the protruding bulge that strained the canvas. It was immense, probably as large as Twilight's own. Considering that Twilight had only gotten to be so endowed from her ascension, seeing a package of such selection on a normal pony was truly noteworthy.

"Twilight? Twilight!" Applejacked shouted, snapping her fingers in front of Twilight to get her attention. She stopped her self-fondling for a moment and remembered that tugging at her own teats and stroking her own shaft was still considered rude. "Get a hold of yerself! Ah dunno what happened to you or what's gotten into you but we gotta figure out how to fix whatever..."

She gestured vainly at the cow's ridiculous, obscene form. "... whatever this is! Got it?" She asked. Twilight just stared blankly and blinked a few times.

"Ah said do you got it?" Applejack said more firmly. Finally, she managed to get a response. Twilight nodded her head slowly, and felt bad her mind didn't work so good anymore. It made her feel nice, but it was annoying her good friend and that wasn't good at all.

"S-sorry Applejack... My head is... real fuzzy."

AJ sighed, a pang of sympathy flashing in her earnest emeralds. She went to put her hand on Twilight's shoulder to reassure her, then pulled back as if she were afraid of touching her. As far as she knew, whatever had turned Twilight into a perverted bovine mockery of herself could be contagious.

"It's alright sugarcube. Ah'm just a little... uh, taken back's all. Do you remember what happened to you? Was it Discord? Ah bet it was him, wasn't it..."

Twilight answered in the negative, smiling dopily as the memory of an hour or so prior came back to her. "Nnnuh-uh. Iunno what happened. I think it was me? I think... Something with magic? It felt really magic-y. I was super horny because ever since I got wings I've been really horny and I woke up and needed to cum so I did but I was still horny, so I tried to cast a spell and then I kept cumming and turned into this!"

Twilight grinned broadly, bouncing on her hooves and pushing out her wildly rippling double-chest as if she were proud of it. Which, frankly, she was. When it came to being an excellent dairy cow, she was simply the best there was. There wasn't a single bovine in all of Equestria nor beyond that could compare, and that Twilight was certain was an irrefutable fact.

"Oh! That reminds me!" She chirped, wrapping her knuckles against her skull like a door. "I'm still, uh... R-really horny and my milk jugs-"

She took a hold of her purple, cowprint-clad shelf from the bottom row and hefted the whole thing up. The sloshing they produced was audible even from a distance. "My udders are full, and you're really good at milking because you have cows! I, uhm..." Twilight blushed, squeezing her thighs together and fidgeting uncomfortably. Her shaft bobbed and swayed with the motions, glue-thick pure white spunk drizzling from her flareslit. "C-can you milk me, AJ? P-please? They're so full and every time I try I can't drain them..."

Applejack stared unblinking at Twilight, completely dumbfounded. Struggling with a loss for words, she opened her mouth many times but nothing came out, giving her the appearance of a gaping fish. She was floundering, so it wasn't an unearned comparison.

"Ah-" She started, but Twilight cut her off with a pleading look in her eyes. "Ah... o-okay. Yer... yer sure there ain't anythin' else ah can do to help you? Nothin' at all? Shouldn't... shouldn't we write to Celestia or somethin' first?"

Twilight shook her head violently, eliciting numerous rings of her bell in the process. "No no no, she can't... she can't see me like this. You have cows, you know how to milk things!" She explained, pointing a finger at her as if leveling an accusation. "Y-you're the only one. Please, I need this. I'm s-so... mmmmooooo... s-so full."

Applejack still seemed hesitant, so Twilight pushed further. She'd been waiting to get milked by Applejack for what felt like days now, and she wasn't going to let the opportunity pass her by now that she nearly had it.

"Mmaybe... maybe if...I was thinking if you... mmmoo... M-milk me, that the magic will rev... reg-... change back?

As if Applejack's shock had prevented her from being embarrassed, finally accepting what she needed to do brought a scarlet tinge to her freckled cheeks. She tipped her hat down to hide her eyes, and sucked in a breath to steady her frayed nerves.

"Alright, Twi. If... if you think this'll help ya then ah guess ah gotta try. But if yer still like this I'm roundin' up Spike to message the Princess, y'hear?"

Reluctantly, Twilight nodded. She knew to some extent that she wasn't supposed to be like this, but a not so insignificant part of her liked it this way. Not being smart enough for deception a look of guilt crossed her features, but Applejack didn't seem to notice. In truth, she was secretly hoping the hypothesis was wrong and she could stay like this forever.

"Hooookie dokie then, guess we oughtta get this wrapped up quick as a cobra. Barn's over here. Just follow me and you'll be fine. This'll all get sorted out, ah just know it."

Twilight tailed closely behind as Applejack led the way, antsy with the anticipation of finally having her simple-minded farm animal desires answered. Each hooffall was enough to send her bountiful meat wobbling and her purple pillar swinging this way and that, bombarding her brain with pleasurable nerve signals all over again. Every once in a while she would catch Applejack looking back to check on her, and when their eyes met she would immediately snap her head forwards with a violently red face and sheepish expression. Twilight didn't mind one bit. She would just beam at her and wave, oblivious to her friend's embarrassment.

For her own part, Twilight was getting quite the show herself. Only having to worry about looking forward and keeping pace, her eyes were glued to the generous backside the southern mare had on display. It was fat and expansive like her own, with the shorts clinging tighter against the haunches than her hips in the struggle to keep it at bay. Her flanks were almost fully uncovered and left her cutie marks bared to view at her discretion, and Twilight currently had none. Unlike her own ample rear though Applejack's was more firm, flexing slightly with each stride taken.

Oh Celestia, if only she was still smart. If she was she could probably write a whole thesis on that choice Apple Family ass. Despite her inability to articulate herself to that degree however, she was satisfied just to watch it. It made the perfection distraction to pass the time, and although not a long walk it went by that much easier with that apple-presser bouncing in front of her.

"And we're here," AJ announced, bringing the alicorn to a sudden stop that nearly made her bump into the farmer's back. Following her gaze, Twilight took in the structure before her. It was similar in most ways to the other on the property, but it was notably larger and behind it stretched a wide perimeter of white fence.

"We keep our cattle out there." Said Applejack, nodding her head in the direction of the grassy fields, then motioned back to the barn's entrance. "But here's where we bring 'em in fer everythin' else. Winter, night time, and, uh... milkin'."

Twilight mooed excitedly at hearing her say the word, and AJ could only manage an awkward smile as she pulled the doors open for Twilight to enter. She did so, and Applejack walked in beside her. Lining the walls to the left and right were pens, the floors all strewn about with dry straw. She breathed in a rich, earthy scent that made her feel at home, and the golden light streaming in through the windows high above compounded the cozy warmth blooming inside her. It just felt... right.

"Over here, Twi!" Applejack called.

Brought from her temporary trance, Twilight muttered out some inaudible apology and made her way to Applejack. She stood to the side, tugging on a pair of brown gloves that went partly up her forearms. Once secured, she patted the iron bar next to her to beckon Twilight over, who did so gladly and without question.

"This here bar's usually fer..." AJ coughed. "Pairin' up our bulls 'n cows, but it should be high enough fer you to hold onto. Just put yer hands... right there, there we go... and we can get started. I got a couple buckets outside so lemme get those real quick. Now you just holler on over if'n ya need anythin', hear?"

Twilight confirmed with a nod as she settled in, her tufted tail flicking behind her. The itch that had been steadily growing within her was almost unbearable now, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she got what she needed. Bent over with her legs spread, she watched as Applejack left, then returned shortly after with four metal pails in tow. Just looking at them and the strong mare who held them was kicking all her various factories into gear. She was so excited her grin could barely contain it.

Rounding the bend, AJ set all four buckets down, one beneath each of Twilight's breasts. With the position she was in and the pendulous way they hung down from her torso, they really did look like udders. As much as Applejack was hesitant to, she was going to have to touch them in order to make Twilight normal again... hopefully.

Next, Applejack paced around her charge and stood behind her, bending over to get a decent leverage. She would much rather have squatted down to do the job as she usually did, but there were numerous differences between an actual four-legged cow and a cowified alicorn that made it easier to do it this way.

"Just tell me when yer ready, Twi. Ah'll be sure to go easy on ya, but if anything ah do hurts ya'll just let me know and we'll stop, okay?"

Twilight answered in the affirmative and said "I'm r-ready.", voice quivering on the edge of joy. She could feel Applejack's hands close to her tits now, so very close to her aching nipples. Finally, finally, finally she was going to be milked. She'd thought about it nonstop ever since she'd been turned into her current self, but none of her fantasies could ever compare to the real thing. She was going to be harvested for her delicious dairy like every proper cow should, and whether or not she went back to normal at least her bosoms would be relieved until they filled up again.

Cautiously, as if she were handling a fragile package, Applejack's gloved hands moved to peel away the fabric covering the bovine pony's royal teats. They were thoroughly stained with her milk, neither her mammaries nor testes ever once letting up on anything less than a trickle no matter the amount of stimulation. AJ's aim was simple here. First she would empty out Twilight's top shelf, and once that was done she could move on to her second.

"MOOOOOOO!" Twilight shouted as soon as Applejack's fingers met her stiff peaks. The feeling was like an electric shock to her body, and she subsequently convulsed for a few seconds afterward. AJ pulled away out of reflex, but Twilight wasn't in pain to any degree. Once her curves settled into place again and it was clear Applejack hadn't caused her distress, she put herself atop the mare once more.

Twilight mooed again, letting out a long groan of pleasured relaxation as experienced digits began to work their magic upon her sore teats. First they would clutch at the base of her nipples, then with a twist they would yank down in a harshness that Twilight did not expect. What surprised her most was that, despite the roughness, it didn't hurt at all. Instead, the only feeling that flooded her brain was a deep and overwhelming sense of relief, bringing with it twin jets of milk that shot into the buckets below.

Although her gaze and soon her thoughts became unfocused, she made her best effort to look down at the shiny containers she was working hard to fill. With each tug more white would splash into the rising pools, and even between when Applejack wasn't actively pulling on her nozzles there was a generous dribbling into them like a drip-drop, drip-drop, drip-drop.

Twilight's head lulled to the side, her grip tight on the metal bar but the rest of her muscles loose and lazy. She didn't even want to expend the energy on holding her face up, letting it fall along with her jaw and tongue.

Tsssshhhhhh.... drip-drop, drip-drop, drip-drop, drip-drop.

Those sounds, and the unforgiving but rhythmic motions of AJ's hands were fast lulling her into a state of dull bliss. It reminded her somewhat of how she'd felt after waking up from anesthesia, leaving the world around her in a hazy dream-like space that her mind was merely along the ride for.

Although similar, this was also markedly different. There was no numbness or dull pain, nor was she sensitive to the light. She was fully cognizant of her entire body, most especially her top two jugs, and the itch that had been in the back of her brain for ages had finally been scratched. She felt like everything was right in the universe, like she knew exactly where her place was and that that place was right here, having her mammoth tits bottomed out to store in bottles for her... owner? Yes , that seemed right. Her owner. She was a cow, and Applejack owned and milked cows, so what other answer could there feasibly be for why Applejack was milking her? The explanation was simple because, obviously, she owned her.

Somewhere in Twilight's psyche, buried deep below layers of subconscious desire, the previously dormant magic stirred. Sensing the new thought process, it cradled it in its arms and pulled it into itself. Twilight had already been completely reshaped by its will, but now she wasn't the only one who it could target. With discerning and unseeable eyes, it peered into the one behind its host and creator.

Now that Twilight believed Applejack should be her owner? She would be.

"Almost there, sugarcube... Just got yer last pair and we're done." Applejack sighed. Twilight was too busy beaming with pride at the buckets filled to the top with rich creamy milk, but she could hear the relief in her voice. She wasn't sure why it was Applejack that would be relieved, but-

Oh. Maybe that was why. Giggling, Twilight flicked her tail upwards and pushed her rump back against AJ's crotch. It was subtle enough she wouldn't know it was intentional, but forcable enough she would definitely feel it.

Applejack blushed even harder, suppressing the grunt that threatened to escape her as the cow's pillowy purple cheeks pressed to her bulge. To her dismay she had started unsheathing and growing hard during the whole ordeal of milking the alicorn. It was hardly like anypony could blame her, but it didn't save her any peace of mind. So far as she was concerned she wanted to get this done and over with as soon as possible. Little did she or Twilight know that it wouldn't be long before she would want the polar opposite.

Twilight's mind dipped right back into the lake of placid domestication when AJ moved down to milk her second row. Now that she knew Applejack was horny for her however, she would play a bit more of an active role by bumping her hips back every now and then to brush the farmpony's denim-straining tent.

That was when a recent memory entered Twilight's head. Applejack had said something about the bar she was using to hold herself up usually being used to pair up bulls and cows. So then... what if Applejack was her bull? She was already her owner, and in nature it was common for the owner to be the one associated with more... masculine features.

That made it make even more sense. Applejack was tall and strong, maybe not as tall as her but that was only because Twilight was an alicorn. Up until her ascension Applejack was also the one with the bigger cock, and even now she was clearly the most physically fit of the two. The only other in her group that could come close to measuring up to her standard was Rainbow Dash, and Rainbow was more suited for athletics and speed than raw strength and backbreaking labor.

"Phew... is it gettin’ a mite hot in here or is it just me?" Applejack asked, wiping an arm against her forehead. Beads of sweat were starting to form on her body, trickling down slowly from head to hoof as if she'd just come out of the shower. Unbeknownst to her, it was the first sign of Twilight's magic molding her into a new and superior form. She would take longer to transform than Twilight due to their differing arcane components, but she would be transformed all the same. Twilight's magic had made her a prodigy as a unicorn, and as an alicorn she had an even deeper, more potent mana pool to draw from. Whether she could actually control it or not hardly mattered.

As Applejack returned to tugging on Twilight's teats, the magic saw its first opportunity - the first aspect of her body it could focus on. If this mare was going to be slotted into the role of Twilight's bull, she would need to look the part just as much Twilight did a soft and docile cow.

Working on her arms like clay, it was to Twilight's utter delight as each repeated motion she'd gotten used to for having her owner drain her swollen udders became rougher and more unrelenting. Too concerned as both she and AJ were with other things, neither took notice as the rough and tumble country mare's musculature began to bulge and sculpt itself into something truly magnificent. Triceps and biceps and everything inbetween pushed out like rippling stones, padding her body with hardness to show off not just how fit she was, but to communicate her superior bull status.

Once it reached her chest, the toughening physique dispersed across her entire body in near visible waves. Her shoulders grew wider to accommodate for the coming changes while also having the benefit of letting her carry more and heavier objects. The quaint trimness of her tummy became like steel, each row of abs popping up from top to bottom until they looked prominent enough to shred diamonds with. Her thighs were not lost in the changes either, swept up to become bulkier and wider so that on top of bearing her larger upper half she could applebuck with far more ease than ever before.

That done, the magic settled down in satisfaction, Applejack looked like a genuine adonis of a mare. Even Big Mac, the famed strongpony of the town and her family, would have been outshone by her level of fitness. Speed was even less her strong suit now, but the ability to rip a tree from the earth without much effort made that sacrifice easier to bear. The simple act of breathing was now enough to make her abdominals bulge, and bringing up her arms to adjust her hat would make all its freshly acquired muscles flex. Well--slicked with salty wetness, her herculean body was brought into an even starker, glistening contrast next to Twilight.

However, now that Applejack's physique had been brought to the pinnacle, the difference between herself and Twilight in terms of height became far more difficult to ignore. For the binary roles Twilight had unconsciously set in her mind, this simply would not do. Her magic obeyed the command, and so in seconds it would ensure Applejack stood head and shoulders above her alicorn heifer. Inch by inch she would creep upwards, quickly gaining on Twilight's stature until she well surpassed her at a boggling seven foot eight - a full foot taller than Twilight.

Keeping up with AJ's increasing stature all the while was also the set of plowing tools between her legs. Although never changing in proportion against her body, it changed with it, making certain it would overshadow Twilight's heft along with everything else regardless.

This would also prove to be the final straw for her shorts' pitiful efforts at caging her homegrown beast. All her clothes had become uncomfortably tight and straining from her muscles alone, and once her stature began to rise they began to rip and tear from the stress. Her denims easily received the worst end of the bargain though, and when it at last gave way to its immense prisoner it tore Applejack's thoughts as violently as her exploding cock tore apart the fabric.

"W-what... what in the hay?" Applejack sputtered, pupils shrinking as she looked down at Twilight no longer, but at herself. She took in the changes to her body - the way it tensed and resonated with unbeatable power, the way the ground looked further away now than before, and most distressingly how her burgeoning horseprick plapped into the deep fissure of Twilight's ass and left the lavender meat jiggling like gelatin. That little intrusion had also been what it took to yank Twilight from her own mental fog, turning her head to look back at the chiseled southern goddess hotdogging her cheeks.

Twilight deigned to say something. She knew she was supposed to. What it actually was she wasn't sure. Was she supposed to comfort her? Ease her worries? Flirt with her, maybe? A compliment always did well to make friends and cheer ponies up, especially big beefy bulls like AJ who clearly deserved the praise.

Instead, all that came out when she parted her lips was a dumb, yearning "Mmmrroooooo...!" of much pleased enthusiasm, her cow brain instincts flicking off any and all scraps of sapience she would otherwise possess. Her bull's presence was enough to shut her down.

"No, no... this ain't right, Twi, ah-" Applejack was cut short as Twilight began to roll her hips against her, squeezing her impossibly plush mounds around her hefty shaft. Applejack reflexively gripped the bovine's broad hips to pull herself away, but she didn't.

"W-what the buck's goin' on?" Applejack breathed, knowing she needed to escape some time ago but for whatever reason finding herself unable to. Her digits dug firmly into the vastness of Twilight's flesh, but they would not respond to her will beyond groping it. Sweating profusely not from the heat but pure adrenaline, she redoubled her last ditch attempt to free herself from her bootiful prison. "Come on, come on... Gotta... g-get... out...!"

To Applejack's incredible relief, she felt the magnetism tethering her in place beginning to give. One by one her fingers pried off Twilight's hips, but just when she thought she was about to sever the strange connection something buzzed inside of her mind. Twilight hadn't been able to escape her changes, and neither would she.

Before Applejack could panic again, the magic tried to soothe her worries. Like knots under the care of a masseuse's skillful hands they melted away, easing her back into place where she could more comfortably hold onto her cow. Twilight was fine, and so was she. They were both better off as what they had become and, in her case, what she had yet to become.

She would be made just as horny as Twilight with the same insatiable lust, but unlike Twilight she would not be so docile and complacent about her lusts. She was a bull, and as a bull she would take exactly what she wanted when she wanted it. With Twilight around, satisfying - if only briefly - her arousal would be much simpler a task. She owned Twilight - her mind, her body, and her holes. She would take care of her and milk her since she could no longer do so herself. Where Twilight was stupid and servile, she was dominant and aggressive.

"Hnngh... fuck you got a fat ass..." Applejack growled, leering down at the handfuls she had spilling between her fingers. She squeezed them roughly and with little care beyond preventing permanent damage. She didn't have to fret about going too hard on her livestock, especially when said livestock liked it that way. "Bet yer just lovin' this, ain’tcha?~"

Twilight gave her reply in the form of another delighted moo and a sharp clapping of her weighty asscheeks. Applejack grinned, clutching more fiercely at the heifer's meat before rearing one hand back high into the air. It came down a second later with a lightning-loud whipcrack which left waves of purple booty rippling outwards like a large stone tossed into a lake. Twilight's eyes went wide and her jaw opened up, eliciting a gasp of surprise.

"Mmmmh, yeah... That's what ah like to hear! Such a good 'lil Bessie you are..." Purred Applejack, looking down at her prize with a hungering gaze as her rapidly stiffening cock ground itself against that canyon of flesh. Her shaft had long since drawn itself from her sheath, but with each roll of AJ's hips it grew by another undulating, vein-riddled inch. Twilight was still big down there, but her bull was even bigger, as she should be. The sheer weight and heat rolling off the thing against her back's sensitive skin made that crystal clear. "Mmmh... wonder if ah should call you that... Would mah dumb 'lil mooslut like that? You wanna be called Bessie, girl?"

Applejack punctuated the question with a particularly hard thrust, drawing a groan from both mares as Applejack's laden orbs smacked Twilight's equally heavy own - only as large as her superior's so she could provide her with gallons of cockmilk. The question wasn't that hard for her to answer. In fact, it slid in and clicked into place as if she had never known anything else. Twilight felt unnatural, somehow wrong. Twilight was a pony's name, and she wasn't a pony. She was a cow, and Bessie was undeniably a cow name.

"Moooooo!" Bessie called, so happy about her new, infinitely more fitting moniker that her entire slab of maredick jumped up and slapped the underside of her chest.

Applejack leaned down to her ear and whispered: "That's a good 'lil Bessie... Ah knew you'd want that. Yer gonna make the best dang cow this barn'll ever see, but ah'm gonna be its best bull~"

Straightening back up, Applejack returned to her rhythm, gliding her orange fuckpole back and forth against Bessie's asscrack like a seesaw. Every handful of thrusts brought an increase to her pace, and each powerful throb of her massive tool led to another schplurt of hot sludgey pre-slop to glaze Bessie's back. And as she continued her motions, she began to change further.

The first of it came to her body. While her sculpt and stature had been brought up to the level expected for a hung shebull, she yet sported the proper look of one. Exactly like that which had happened to Bessie, she would gain fresh, better bovine features from her ears to her tail. In contrast to Bessie's rounded cow nubs however, Applejack would receive those of an actual bull's jutting out from her skull. She wasn't even conscious of the additions transpiring as they grew into place beyond the faint buzzing, but she wouldn't have minded either way. With her bull horns, in fact, she would be quite pleased. A proud bullstud like herself needed such boastful handlebars to cement her place as the unquestionable alpha.

The second set of changes came to Applejack's ensemble, although her hat remained untouched by the magic save for sizing it up to fit her grander height. The fabric already available provided for easier manipulation, her shirt and shorts shrinking and morphing into a microbikini top and thong. While new cloth was woven into being by the magic for her legs, her gloves were stretched and extended to form a pair of evening globes and thigh highs. It was all cowprint matching Bessie's, but to make her stand out in place of Bessie and any other cows she might be able to recruit hers were white splotches on black rather than black on white.

Third and last but not least came the apparel and accessories. They were all the same as Bessie's in gold rather than silver, with the exception of two. Her cowbell was both larger and heavier on her neck than Bessie's, serving both to signify her status as the larger and superior bovine and to create a louder, bassier clung to more readily denote her presence. As for the eartag, she lacked it entirely. As the bull and owner she had no reason to wear one, but for her cattle? It would make it much easier for her to keep stock.

"Ungh!"

Applejack grunted. Now that she had fully embraced her role, appearance encapsulating it to perfection, any inhibitions she still had were less tossed to the wayside and more forgotten altogether. The speed of her bucking picked up dramatically, the beat of her heart leading to throbs so hard her cocklength jumped into the air and slapped down onto Bessie's back with a heavy thud. Applejack could see and Bessie could feel as the deep ochre horsecrown flared broad, ready to plug and impregnate some fertile breedhole.

With the bull's orgasm soon approaching, she became increasingly feral and animalistic, grunting and snorting and huffing like a wild beast. Her fingers sank as if roughly kneading dough into the cow's hips, and forced her back as she moved forward with more impact than the cow had been giving her. They nonetheless moved in unison, one drained and satisfied and the other who still needed her own milking.

Thrust by ass-jiggling, pre-inducing thrust, both Bessie and her owner could feel the edge drawing nearer. The only thing more erratic than the pulse of that tumescent log were Applejack's movements. Even Bessie felt like she might cum, those sagging spunktankards plapping against her taint and intermittently her nuts proving to be more than enough stimulation.

Alas, Applejack hit her limit before Bessie could. She didn't mind too much, though, knowing she would inevitably receive her own proper dickmilking eventually. Suddenly, snarling, Applejack grabbed at Bessie's sides and yanked her backwards with relentless power.

In less than the blink of an eye, Bessie's back was thoroughly slathered with white. The ropes came hard and fast, some shooting straight out and others veering off to the side and arcing up and landing anywhere else but Bessie. Flaring her nostrils and puffing steam out like an actual bull, AJ held her there and refused to let go. Bessie's tail just swayed and flicked happily at the sensation of her fur being coated with hypervirile semen, even wrapping the length around Applejack's base to give her a few strokes in the hopes she might squeeze out more.

It was so warm, so thick, so sticky. By the Sun and Moon above, she wished she could bathe in it or at least drink it. Or even better, feel it creaming her tight asshole until her gut swelled and rounded out like a pregnant breeding sow. Just the mere notion of being heavy with burgeoning life and healthy calves was almost enough to make her cream on the spot.

It wasn't until several moments of the two bovine mares huffing heavily before Applejack began to slide out the spunk-slathered canyon. The coating was so absolute that in its wake were made the sloppy sounds of slime squelching from being displaced.

"Ahhh... ya'll did a real nice job there Bess girl..." Applejack praised with an elongated sigh, patting the cow's bubbly butt like a cherished pet. "If only ah could breed you nice 'an proper. Real bull's responsible fer increasin' the herd numbers now ain't she?"

Applejack chuckled and shook her head at the thought. "Jus' ain't the case unfortunate to say, but ah'll make sure ta reward you proper-like with milkin' somethin' else'a years. I'm sure yer awful dyin' ta get yer big ol' balls drained. In fact ah-"

She paused, halfway to lowering into a squat so she could milk her cow's pump by hand. To her shock, and then utterly perverse glee, what lay before her was not the sight of a spongy taint below Bessie's ass, but an actively forming marehood. She could see by the second as that magic continued to work on making whatever it touched better fitting for what Bessie desired. Winking and already seeping with fertile juices the slit peeled open like a blooming flower, exposing the constricting walls of pink beyond the plumped up folds of royal purple. All around it was the signature magenta of Bessie's arcane aura, shimmering and warping faintly while it performed its salacious duty.

Applejack licked her lips greedily, the thoughts of turning her heifer into a proper broodsow rushing into her mind once more. Now that Bessie had the proper equipment for it, there wasn't a question as to if she could ever be bred, but how soon.

"Well now, would you look at that!" Applejack exclaimed, rising from her half-squat to stand up again, just as her flaccid member began to rise into fullness anew. "Seems like you'll be helpin' me bump up the numbers after all. Now if that ain't a gosh darned miracle ah don't know what is."

Bessie, of course, knew about her new pussy before Applejack had announced it. She knew on a primal, base level what was happening before the nerve endings had even formed, before she could actually feel it. Because the change went so much deeper beyond the surface level of a sopping marecunny and its accompanying tunnel. She had felt the way her insides rearranged, how her womb and tubes formed and how her eggs ovulated to prepare for a thorough insemination.

Bessie was going to be bred, and she couldn't have been any happier at the prospect.

"Moo!" She called. "Moo! Moo! MOO! MMMROOOOOOOOOO!" Although what she had meant to say was: "Please! Fuck me! BREED ME! ABUSE MY CUNT AND GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!"

Her bellows became longer, louder, and less intelligent with each call until she barely even sounded equine anymore. She needed this so much more than anything she had ever wanted in her life. The lust, the wanton craving to have Applejack's prime bullcock stuffing her virgin cowcunt and flooding her womb with offspring was more important to her than water, more important than breathing. Heat struck her as violently as rut did for the first time as a teenage mare, creating an unbearable, horrible burning in her loins that needed dousing with an amount of water only an ocean could provide.

Driven on by pure animal need, and much to Applejack's amusement, she began wriggling her hips to entice the bull forwards. Her tail was flagged, and she spread her legs out to present herself to her stud. Applejack refused to touch her however, wanting to see how desperate she would become for her handler's superior dick. The bull-horned adonis got what she wanted in little time, as within seconds Bessie began to whine and whimper alongside more feral moos. Her snatch was profusely dripping in addition to the way it visibly glistened with moisture, a steady 'drip drip drip' repeating as each drop of fresh dew splashed onto the ground. Within a few seconds more a puddle was steadily spreading outwards on the floor, and Besssie had been reduced to thrusting her hips back as if to meet an invisible lover's crotch, too stupid to remember that she wasn't pinned in place.

Relief came to Bessie when finally, mercifully she felt Applejack press her flare to her entrance. As hot as both their nethers were, the sensation was like the physical equivalent of a white-hot metal being dipped into water, leaving a plume of steam sizzling above. The relief was only temporary however, and soon enough came the stronger desire not just to be stimulated, but to be well fucked and impregnated with a whole field's worth of livestock.

"Nnngh! Dang, Bess! Sure as Tartarus're tight in there, huh? Applejack mused, simultaneously having to push inwards and pull Bessie backwards to make her way inside, keeping a firm grasp at the base of her tail to do the job. She grit her teeth, and while Bessie's mind nearly shattered at the feeling of her unclaimed honeypot being split wide, Applejack grit her teeth from how snuggly its smooth walls cinched around her invading cattleprod.

Within enough time though, she made her way in, burrowing deeper and deeper into Bessie's core until at last the flat head rammed against the back wall of her sacred chamber. The feeling was bliss, and the dumbstruck cow's eyes rolled high into the back of her skull with a whorish moan. Now doubling the efforts to make Applejack feel at home inside her new personal cocksleeve, Bessie's quaking quim gushed its love-nectar in weeping waves, leaving nary a pinprick of bitchbreaking breedmeat uncovered. It otherwise remained just as tight though, never ceasing or relenting on the vice-like grip which it pulsed with in time to Bessie's heartbeat. The only thing that could milk AJ better would be a machine, and even then it could never mold itself as flawless to her girth like Bessie's foalhole could.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Applejack began to withdraw from Bessie's fuckslot. Believing that her bull was not only pulling out of her but the task of knocking her up, she felt tears brim at the edge of her vision. Her lament was cut short however and was replaced with a thunderstorm of pleasure when Applejack slammed herself back inside, punching her womb without mercy and bulging out her belly in the gross, obscene way a only a monstercock as bestial as Applejack's could.

Within moments, the mating duo found their rhythm. It was not soft, and it was not kind. Rather, Applejack without heed and without giving her cow even a second to breathe, it was brutal and borderline violent. Applejack's hips met Bessie's again and again, throwing herself against it with such force that it made those bootycheeks splay out like pancakes against rock-hard muscle. Her hair was pulled, yanking it back so that her pitch would become even higher and her gaze brought to the ceiling while the other swapped between pulling her tail and spanking her ass.

And Bessie loved every minute of it. The pain and pleasure stood not in contrast to each other, but together as one orgasmic thing which flooded every fiber and synapse of her being. Her mind was, for the first time in her life, blank. No thoughts crossed the pathways of her brain, not even those of how eager she was to become a broodmare nor how good it felt to be ramfucked by her god-like bull. There was just bliss and brutality, and it left room for nothing else.

"Fuck! Gettin' close now... Better open up those floodgates for me, bitch! Gonna make you a right proper fuckin' sow!" Applejack practically barked, bucking her hips harder and faster as she came ever nearer to an explosive finish. Even she could feel her mental acuity beginning to wane now, diminishing in favor of the undiluted feeling of rightness that took precidence over all else over letting herself become the animal she was meant to be.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

"Almost..."

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK SMACK.

Bessie screamed. Applejack grunted.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

"...THERE!"

Applejack came, and seconds later so did Bessie. Applejack's climax came forth from her flared bulkhead like a whitewashing bomb had gone off in Bessie's foal factory, and Bessie's slung out onto the ground like a pressurized hose. In that moment both their minds were reduced to mush, left to moo and bellow like unthinking creatures rather than sentient ponies. The bull's was deep and throaty, while the cow's was high and feminine.

The breeding pair continued on in that state for minutes on end, Applejack's rich, ripe fuckslop pouring into that pre-heated oven while Bessie's formed a rapidly growing pool beneath them. As Bessie's tummy bloated and engorged with gallons of perfect alpha slag as thick as honey and molten hot to the touch, Bessie's splashed back onto both of them so that neither of them would close the day clean.

Right. That was the only word that could describe how they felt, how all of it felt. Right. It felt right to Applejack plunging herself root-deep into a mooing cowslut's squirming sperm receptacle capable of bearing her children. It felt right to Bessie having her body be used so roughly and the most precious part of her new biology, that which could create life, being used as an incubator by an overhung shestallion bull. It felt right to be connected to one another in this way. It felt right to fuck. It felt right to breed. It felt right to moo.

Buckets more worth of jizz was pushed out both their spunkvats, seemingly neverending. Anything that couldn't fit into Bessie's profanely distended belly simply gushed and splurted out in thick rivulets, cream folding over itself as if it were batter or lava. Their eyes were heavy and focus drowsy, no sign nor flicker of brief awareness visible. They could only grunt and snort and huff and moo as the farm animals they had truly become should.

It was only once Bessie looked pregnant several times over and their balls were emptied to the molecule that they gained any semblance of intelligence. Bathing in the glorious afterglow as the best orgasm in either of their respective lives and dripping with layers of sweat, caked-on nutslurry, and splattered cunny honey , Applejack was the first to move. Bessie was dimly aware that her mate had slid out of her, and remained so even once the flare had struggled to leave her clinging entrance and left a cascade of bubbling cream to pour out and add to the puddle's mass.

"Moooo..." Bessie breathed. She attempted to thank her master for giving her the honor and privilege of bestowing calves to add to their herd, but she couldn't spend the energy it took to form actual words. Applejack just smiled, and they both knew on an intrinsic level their herd needed to spread, not just from Bessie's calves but giving this bovine gift to their friends and beyond.

As Bessie closed her eyes and went to sleep, the last thing that graced her muzzle was a dopey, impossibly contented smile. She was dominated. She was domesticated. She was docile and dumb. She may never be Twilight ever again, whoever that was, but she wasn't sure she even wanted to.

And she was more than okay with that.