Honestly

by PlumBuckeredOut

First published

The Nymphequi fix their sights on what element they should harvest next, Honesty.

With the growing numbers of the crudely nick-named "Flutter-ponies", A. J. is forced to question the value of her friends, and her own virtues.

This is a choose your path story, please do not read each new "chapter" only the ones (in green) provided to you within each page.

This story is always being updated/tweaked
Its name will not be changed(like Kindness did), These edits are grammatical, and to fix the pacing of some paths. With an edit, you will see version numbers. Equal numbers indicate added text, like paragraph restructuring, or streamlining to make chapters flow better, and odd numbers indicate minor fixes and grammar corrections.

CHANGELING NOTE:
If you haven't read Kindness you will not understand why Changelings are tagged.

This story contains:
mind-control, sexual torture,minor inflation,anal, oviposition, rape, incest, fillycon, vore and tentacles*

*Solely dependant on the reader's choices.

Interested in adding your ideas to the sequels? Post your general kink ideas here... and specific pone ideas here!

Ch. 1: Sugarcube (V.4)

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It wasn't normal for Applejack to be at Sugarcube Corner, even stranger was A.J. promising to help out around the bakery. Yet this was exactly what the farm-mare had promised. Pinkie Pie had vanished, and in her absence Mr. and Mrs. Cake had asked Applejack. Her usual scapegoat, being too busy on the farm, would no longer work. She didn't want to remember how the Flutter-ponies had squirmed their way into Sweet Apple Acres. One of them worming her way to her brother's heart,and turned him into a lap-dog.

"Apple, dear are you alright?" Mrs. Cake asked.

"Oh-uh... Yes Mrs. Cake... I'll be fine." Applejack replied. She turned her attention back to the waiting customers, ringing each customer's order and sliding the bits into the register. This droned on so long that her mind muted out the customer's questions. She rested her head to her fore-hoof against the counter and started day-dreaming about her home... the bets she held with Big Macintosh over who was the best apple-bucker. They always seemed to stay on par. She wondered if Big Mac ever held back... no. That wasn't the big brother she knew. She sighed heavily.

She didn't know what her brother would do now, everything seemed so alien to her. She felt Mrs. Cake gently hug her. Applejack turned to her as Mrs. Cake wiped Applejack's damp cheeks with a napkin.

"I'll take over for you dear... why don't you go rest upstairs?" She whispered tenderly.

"I'm mighty sorry Mrs. and Mr. Cake... just need a little fresh air, is all." Applejack apologized with a bow of her head. she stepped outside, but before she stepped outside a think pollen fog burned her throat like a bad batch of zap-apple jam. She coughed the pollen out in a deep wheeze, closing her stinging eyes and, shut the door. Applejack stared hopelessly out the door's window. They sky was void of all but one cloud. She smiled happily at the cloud. She watched as the cloud slowly drifted past Sugarcube Corner to Golden Oak Library.

She hadn't noticed Rarity until the magic dome covering the library lifted and let her in. Twilight hadn't let anypony in until now. She thought she heard a muffled scream in anger, as the only cloud in Ponyville flashed to Cloudsdale with a rainbow contrail. Maybe she did need some rest, her friends seemed more distant than ever. She needed to clear her mind, but she doubted she could think clearly with all this pollen. Never mind the strange dreams she'd been experiencing since she started working at Sugarcube Corner.

Applejack sunk her head low "Night, y'all." She mumbled as she retreated to Pinkie's room.

Ch. 2: Apple Bucking Day (V. 4)

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After settling down under Pinkie Pie's balloon-patterned sheets Applejack felt her mind wander aimlessly about recent events. Her mind flashed a memory of her walking in on her brother kissing one of the flutter-ponies. Applejack shook her head distastefully at the thought. How could Big Macintosh willingly kiss one of them? Didn't he know how they had got their nickname? Originally it was a dark joke that Rainbow Dash thought up, she heard Dash's voice retelling of how she had found out in her mind.


"You know Fluttershy these new ponies that have been migrating to Ponyville, they look awfully familiar." Dash chided Fluttershy.

"Oh...wh-what makes you think..." Fluttershy mumbled as she pet her mane. Zerene gave a hearty chuckle as he kissed Fluttershy's cheek.

"Dear, I'm heart-broken! You haven't told your friends?" He hissed.

"I-I wasn't sure if I should Honey." Fluttershy whispered calmly as she exchanged a kiss with him so long it left Rainbow Dash uncomfortable enough for her to start to gag.

"They're Flutter's...Flutter's ponies." He mumbled as they made out.

Zerene had explained after Rainbow had pried their lips apart, that Nymphequi age rapidly. It takes only three days for a foal to become a filly, and only a week for a Nymphequi filly to mature into a mare. With such rapid aging maybe Big Macintosh didn't realize that he was in love with one of Fluttershy's children. There was no other option that would comfort her, though doubt soon crept its way into her dreams...


"Applejack? Apple-Jack!" With a weak stretch of her eyelids she revealed her bloodshot eyes to a frantic Apple Bloom.

"Wha' is it?" She grunted. Apple Bloom gave a tight hug to her sister.

"I got worried... why are ya sleeping outside?"

"Don't you remember Bloom? We have a guest sleeping in my room."

"...you mean Sophie?" Apple Bloom sat as she asked. "She's been sleeping in Big Macintosh's room though."

"She's been what?!" Applejack sprang to her hooves."I'm going to give that Sophist a piece'a my mind!"

"Wait! Applejack!" Apple Bloom squeaked as she picked up A.J.'s hat.

"I can handle it sis'! Best steer clear of this!" Applejack shouted as she entered the house.


Her thoughts seethed in fury as the full force of Ponyville's hardest bucker rattled the worn staircase. Without hesitation she bucked Big Macintosh's door clean off its hinges and grimaced as if bloodthirsty at the Nymph known as Sophist.

She had buttercup wings with a pearl-like trim, her coat was a few shades little lighter than Applejack's. She was taller than the average pony, with a slim figure. Sophist turned, emerald eyes wide in surprise. Applejack saw her iris' shrink as the white of her sclera come back into focus.

"Jackie!" Sophist squeaked as she fluttered to her. Applejack flared her nostrils in anger, she hated being called Jackie. "How's the field work doing dear?"

"Just. Fine." Apple sighed bitterly. "Where's Big Mac?"

"I thought he was downstairs." Sophist mused softly, as she moved closer.

Applejack's eyes narrowed. "I just came up here, didn't ya hear? Ya can't miss Big Macintosh."

"So much for Granny Smith slipping..." Sophist murmured coldly.

"Excuse me!?" Applejack growled, whenever Sophist murmured it was undoubtedly an insult.

"Yes. I did hear you stomp up here, But I thought Apple Bloom was the filly of the house."

Applejack scowled darkly at Sophist. "Ya' better watch yer next words... or not even Celestia can keep me from teaching ya' some manners!"

"If anyone around here has too much nerve, it's you dear." Sophist sneezed her mist onto Applejack. Applejack wheezed for pure air, stumbling backwards until she hit the banister. "Careful now Jackie. See what happens when you overexert yourself." Applejack grasped at her throat. With an echoing thud she fell to the floor. Applejack felt her body quiver painfully as Sophist's cool breath blew past AJ's shoulder.

Applejack awoke to mint-scented breath filling her lungs. "Please excuse my harshness dear, A.J." Sophist whispered. "Even though I fully respect your brother and my father's wishes... I could care less about your family's well-being."

Applejack let out a low moan, as her eyes began to glaze over. Sophist scoffed bitterly. "Maybe I used too much dew..."

"Sophist!" A stallion groaned desperately. Sophist flew attentively to him. The barn reeked of a thick musk which smelled like a mixture of cedar and cinnamon. Apple jack shook her head,hoping for clarity. She got to her hooves and felt herself enthralled to the scent. The closer she got to the smell, the wetter her sex became.

"This is gettin' downright crude... is this all in my head?"Applejack thought, The warmth of her marehood left only doubt if this was real. The moment dawned on her, and she realized she was reliving the day she left for Sugarcube Corner. She felt the barn become hazy. This isn't how she remembered leaving Sweet Apple Acres.


"I must be dreaming."
or
"Can I be sure? I was rather beat that day."


Applejack peered in. Sprawled out on a makeshift haybale couch was Big Macintosh, with Sophist nursing his shaft like a pacifier. She was guzzling his cum fiendishly, and Big Mac was all but silent as she drank loudly from his member. The only sound that resonated in the barn was Sophist's needy gulps, then she leaned her head back and let her lips slide off his tip with a soft *pop*. Applejack felt her throat grow dry as she watched Sophist drink generations worth of cum. Her forelegs buckled, unable to control her throbbing heat. Applejack winced sourly as she thought...


"This ain't a dream... It's a sugar-fueled nightmare!"
or
"I have to stop Sophist from bucking my brother!"


Ch. 2(A): The Family Recipe (V.2)

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Applejack's head flung up and sniffed the musk feverishly, each inhale of the odor left her in a quick high. her body enthralled further into the barn until she snapped out of her haze. A grinning Sophist rested atop Big Macintosh.

"Welcome Jackie." Sophist giggled. "Are you feeling alright?"

Applejack's legs quivered, her mouth gaped open as she stared lovingly to her brother. "Is he alright?"

"Eey-yup." Macintosh panted. Sophist tilted her head softly to Applejack as her slit rose from Macintosh's shaft. She gave a quick kiss to Applejack's lower lip.

It smelled like menthol on her wet lips. Applejack instinctively licked it and spat distastefully to the pungent mint-like vapor that wafted throughout her mouth. A surge of pain rippled through her nerves as she fell loudly to the hay-padded floor. Her voice was rendered inert as she tried desperately to scream, her hooves flailed in fear until fatigue ended her second-wind. Then she moaned slowly as she laid motionless on the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had idly laid there, her lids had sealed shut. She heard nothing while she waited within herself, like a caterpillar in her cocoon.

"Jackie dear. Why don't you get up from there." Sophist whispered. Applejack shambled up dutifully to Sophist. "Mac-ie here told me that he's still unsatisfied. but I've had my fill of seed, why don't you help your brother out." Applejack felt her gut curl in disgust. Yet in the back of her mind she could feel a certain curiosity.

Perhaps Sophist didn't understand what kept families from reproducing, or maybe she couldn't understand... she was at a glance a mare with a foal's innocence on "love", and what a twisted sense she had. Applejack concentrated her energy and let out a grunt.


"Yea."
or
"N-No!"


Ch. 2 (A-B): Her Honey (V.2)

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Sophist pouted softly. "Awhh don't be like that Applejack." She roped her arms along Applejack's neck, leaning her lips tightly to Applejack's. Applejack eye's widened as her cheeks burned hotly to her taste. She felt repulsed by Sophist's advances, then she lunged like a timberwolf to the Nymph, kissing her passionately. The taste of her spit... like apple pollen honey. She thirsted for more. Sophist's wings flared out, curling around A.J as the two feverishly exchanged their saliva and tongue. Applejack felt the Nymph pollen tickle her fur, and as she inhaled the tiny fluffs of pollen her hooves shuddered softly.

She nestled closer to Sophist, unaware that Sophist had been gently guiding Applejack on her brother's torso. She unwrapped her wings from the cowmare and trailed one of her hooves past Applejack's mons. A.J's eyes winced to the touch of Sophist's hoof sliding along her labia. She arched her hoof to go deeper in, but Applejack twitched sporadically to the effort.

"I'm sorry Jackie... maybe this would be better?" Sophist whispered.

Craning her muzzle to A.J's slit, Sophist extended her tongue coyly and tickled into her marehood. Applejack moaned softly. She patted her head against her sleeping brother's chest. Sophist had laced her saliva, and slowly painted A.J's vagina in a libido-inducing aphrodisiac.

With the drug seeping into her tender sex, fruitless waves of Apple's juice coated the Nymph's muzzle as her tongue glands increased the concentration. Applejack moaned in desperation, Sophist's tongue was losing its effectiveness, she needed something more... something thicker.

"I-I can't take it no more." Applejack pleaded. "I need something... bigger." She admitted.

"Is that so Jackie... then why don't you go help yourself?" Sophist grinned darkly. Greedily, Applejack didn't even wait for Sophist to move before getting up on Big Macintosh. She slid his whole meat into her slit. Applejack leaned her muzzle to Sophist's and tauntingly played with her tongue as she rode her brother. Big Mac's head shot up as his tortured member happily oozed precum, and he lowered his head back blissfully as his swelling meat was finally attended to.

He grimaced as he felt his member be squeezed so tightly, the unusual girth of his member still lingered in the depths of his mind, even as his body involuntarily shivered in ecstasy. It lingered until he felt his chest stiffen. He tried to move, but his muscles didn't respond. He was frozen in place, then he felt it.

It was a culmination of all of his nerves flaring in pain, like a searing flame had ignited his flesh. His vision faded. Then every color beamed in clarity.

His legs tensed. Then they stretched in length.

His tongue and lips became numb. Then his teeth pointed and his tongue was coated in a stringy mucus.

Finally, his spine pushed outward as he felt new bone develop and harden. His ribs, now covered by a thick chitin had melded to his stiffened chest.

The ringing from his ears faded as the sound of his lover and sister resonated within his new form just in time for him to notice, he had been ejaculating throughout the whole metamorphosis.


"Big Macintosh!" Applejack lustily cried. She was unable to slip out of her brother in time. Her womb was bulging with cum.

Ch. 2 (B): The Family Recipe (V.1)

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Her hooves eagerly wade further into the barn until she snapped out of her haze. A grinning Sophist rested beside Big Macintosh.

"Welcome Jackie." Sophist giggled. "Are you feeling alright?"

Applejack's legs quivered, her mouth gaped open as she stared lovingly to her brother. "Is he alright?"

"Eey-yup." Macintosh panted. Sophist tilted her head softly to Applejack. She gave a quick kiss to Applejack's lower lip.

It smelled like menthol on her wet lips. Applejack instinctively licked it and spat distastefully to the pungent mint-like mist that wafted throughout her mouth. A surge of pain rippled through her nerves as she fell loudly to the hay-padded floor. Her voice was rendered inert as she tried desperately to scream, her hooves flailed in fear until fatigue caught her second-wind. Then she moaned slowly as she laid motionless on the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had laid there, her lids had sealed shut. She heard nothing while she waited within herself, like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

"Jackie dear. Why don't you get up from there." Sophist whispered. Applejack rose dutifully to Sophist. "Mac-ie here told me that he's still unsatisfied, but I've had my fill of seed... Why don't you help your brother out." Applejack felt her gut curl in disgust.

Perhaps Sophist didn't understand what kept families from reproducing, or maybe she couldn't understand... she was at a glance a mare with a foal's innocence on "love", and what a twisted sense she had.

Applejack concentrated her energy and let out a grunt.


"Yea."
or
"N-No!"


Ch. 2 (B-A): His Cider (Intro)(V.1)

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Sophist lifted off Big Mac jadedly and Applejack was left staring at his thick black dong. It pulsed erratically, as if impatient.

"Don't just stare at it... do something before it swells up!" Mac groaned bitterly.

Apple jack gasped. She gave a long gulp as her thoughts dulled.

"Look at the size of it... I don't know if I can take that all in." She thought hesitantly. With a coy sniff she found that it was Macintosh's musk that had left her marehood dripping. Timidly she licked the base of Macintosh's shaft.

Sophist's leftover juices tasted sweet along the cinnamon musk of her brother. He grunted stubbornly to her licks. It was torture to the rough fucking that Sophist had given. When he felt her tongue advance to the tip of his member he pumped his hips greedily, sliding the shaft further into her mouth.

Applejack's left cheek stretched with the insert of his dick, she felt her jaws loosen and her instincts take over. Her mind craved his satisfaction, and she thirsted for the taste of his sweet seed. With her desires set in, the throbbing meat all slid in but half an inch past her tongue. A.J made her tongue saddle around his cock, and with what little dampness she had let it coat the tip of his member as she rose her head. She sucked tightly on the top and gulped down what would have been a normal stallion's load of Big Mac's pre-cum.

She blushed hotly as she drank his sweet nectar, stroking her hooves along his shaft’s base, as it pulsed once graciously with more pre-cum. Applejack moaned in discomfort as the pre-cum rushed passed her lips and down her chin. Big Mac lunged once more forcing his dick deeper until it patted her throat. She coughed the pooling pre-cum like a spit take, which helped coat the invading meat. Big Mac gritted his teeth, he couldn't be patient any longer. His dick had swelled beyond his level of calm to mask.

A.J. felt the wind of her lungs escape her as she dropped to the floor. Sophist had disappeared since the two had joined, but that matter little to them. Applejack was more concerned over the dullness of Big Mac's eyes. It was as if he was lost in his darker needs. With a blink of his eyes his round irises disappeared in an iridescent sea of reds and ambers. He had Nymphequi eyes... but how? He rose from his haybale bed, looking to A.J. he said.


"I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me."
or
"Enough waiting, I need to fuck somepony!"

Ch. 2 (B-A-A): His Cider (Soft Buck Extro)(V.3)

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Big Mac leaned down to her, he slid her thighs apart as his flared tip slid in. Applejack gasped. She wanted to close her legs, but she couldn't deny its cool touch on her hot slit felt good. He inched his length into her cautiously, Applejack's slit was already prepped for Mac's passage. She bit down on her lower lip as her brother carefully penetrated her, moaning happily as he slid out.

"Do you want to try now?" He asked as he laid down. Applejack stood up and kneeled her back hooves by Macintosh's waist. There she aligned herself on her brother's spear. She gave a loud shudder of pleasure as his girth filled her tight slit once more. She felt her body grow warmer as she rode her brother's dick, rocking back and forth at a decent speed. This gave Applejack plenty of time to inspect how her brother had changed in only a few weeks, like an odd plated section on his waist, and the pointedness of two of his front teeth.

Big Mac sighed a small cloud of mist, as Applejack watched it collide into her chest she felt her chest tingle and turn blush red. Macintosh placed his hooves around her thighs as he pressed Applejack to slide every inch of his shaft into her, and with speed. She could feel his meat swelling inside her.

"Faster!" He spat greedily.

Applejack pressed her thigh's power as she gave into her brother's demands, she pumped her salivating slit as fast as she could. her muscles burned in pain, no amount of apple-bucking could get her ready for this tree stump. Her long winded pants were enough of a clue for Big Mac.

Macintosh placed her flat on the bed of hay, his whole smile grinning as he pumped his meat in her like an overwound toy. Each full thrust left her legs shuddering in pleasure. He slowed his gyration to an easy pace as he grunted in pain and slid out of Applejack, and on to the floor.

Applejack gasped, rushing to her brother. "What-What's wrong!" She panted.

"It hurts... Everything burns!" He wailed.

She watched in fear as her brother's legs and waist stretched out, his chest hardened like armor. Between his eyes grew two feathery like antennae that curled like a fern. His ears grew tufts at their end. His shaft shrank in length but grew in girth, with alien bumps and grooves. As he sat up a pair of thick black and red wings fanned out behind him.(Cinnbar Moth)

When Big Mac's eyes locked to A.J yelled to him "You... you're a Flutter-pony!"

Ch. 2 (B-B): His Cider (Hard Buck Extro)(V.1)

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Her body lifted up in the air, and she gave a heavy cry as her slit was penetrated without question. Macintosh placed her flat on the bed of hay, whole smile grinning as he pumped his meat in her like an overwound toy. Applejack cried in agony as the girth of his shaft carelessly ripped into her tight hole, she could feel its full length and girth reach her tubes. Each full thrust left her legs shuddering in pleasure. Big Mac leaned himself closer to Applejack. His lips softly rubbed against her own. His quick pants laced more of the cinnamon musk into Applejack. Her eyes probed her brother for other fine details... like an odd plated section of his waist and the pointedness of two of his front teeth.

"You feel great." He chuckled darkly. Applejack didn't know how to respond, between the rough fucking and overstimulating musk he was panting into her mouth, words were pointless. Nevermind that Macintosh had already twisted his tongue around hers. The hard slapping of Big Mac's jewels against Applejack's thighs, and the muffled moans of the two siblings were all that echoed throughout the barn.

Until Big Macintosh reached his climax. After his large deposit into his semi-asleep sister, he slid out an groan of pain. He fell on top of A.J., waking her from her slumber. Applejack gasped.

"I feel it... I feel 'er changes!" He droned in ecstasy.

"What... What chan-?" Applejack tried to ask, but her words left her as she witness her brother metamorphosize. She watched in horror as her brother's legs and waist stretched out, his chest hardened like armor, between his eyes grew two feathery-like antennae that curled like a fern, his ears grew tufts at their end, and his shaft shrank in girth, with alien bumps and grooves. As he sat up a pair of thick black and red wings fanned out behind him.(Cinnbar Moth)

"You... you're a Flutter-pony!" Applejack yelled.

Ch. 2 ((A-A)/(B-A)): Beckoning (V.1)

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From the corner of Applejack's eye she saw Apple Bloom. Her little sister's eyes were wide, mouth unhinged and gawking to the floor. Sophist turned her head to Apple Bloom, and before she could speak Apple Bloom's nose was assaulted by the overpowering scent of apple pollen and cinnamon musk. Her cheeks flushed hotly as she entered the barn.

"Wha... what's that beautiful scent?" Apple Bloom moaned.

"That's the smell of love, dear Bloomie. Would you like to smell like it forever?" Sophist asked playfully.

"...I ...I don-" Apple Bloom mumbled until Sophist softly kissed the filly's cheek.

"Ms. Sophi..." Apple Bloom wheezed. She clutched at her throat scraping it wildly as she fell to the floor.

"Apple Bloom!" Applejack yelled. Sophist turned to A.J "Is she not used to affection... don't you kiss your sister goodnight?"

"How dare you hurt my sister I'm not going to let you get away with this!" Applejack growled bitterly.

Ch. 3: Intuition (V. 1)

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Applejack frantically shook her head as she repeatedly yelled. "No.... No more!"

Mrs. Cake had been watching over her worriedly. It wasn't until she noticed Applejack's tears did she wake the scared cowmare from her nightmare. Applejack opened her eyes, grabbing Mrs. Cake in a tight hug as she cried. "I... I can't stand them Flutter-ponies Mrs. Cake."

"I know, dear... They don't seem to care about anyone else besides their own."

"We've got ta' write a letter to the princesses d'en."

"... Apple."

Applejack turned to Mrs. Cake. Her dismal visage only fed Applejack's worries, she didn't need to tell Applejack the obvious news.

"I'm sure Princess Luna is a little busy with everypony else's fears." Applejack reasoned.

"You're right Applejack... as the voice of honesty, I'll stop worrying. If there's anypony that can figure out this, It'll be you and the other elements."

Applejack sighed softly. "Ma friends... " She looked back to Mrs. Cake and forced a reassuring smile. "I'm sure we can find a way to live in harmony with 'em. Why don't I visit Sweet Apple Acres early?"

Mrs. Cake smiled endearingly. "That sounds like a good idea." She let go of her embrace. " Maybe a visit could help your homesickness?" They went downstairs into the bakery and fixed up Applejack an apple fritter danish, or two for breakfast, then A.J was off home.


Even the cool night air was thick with the pollen, though this time it didn't sting her mouth, rather the pollen floated benignly as she set hoof into Sweet Apple Acres. The air smelt divine, as if her family had been baking apple pies since her departure. Something deep inside her urged her in excitement to see her family. A.J flexed a brow when she noticed all the house lights were still on, and as she got closer to the barn she also noticed that it had been renovated, probably to make room for all the new hooves around the farm. As she stepped into her home she gave a relaxed sigh.

She hadn't been home for a month, yet she didn't feel entirely at home still, and with an inspection of the barren ruckus-room she could tell that something was wrong. She couldn't put her tongue to the inkling, but she could feel it in her gut, and integrity was something A.J was known for. She gave one more good look around and noticed Apple Bloom descending the stairs without her bow, and wearing an apple-themed top. She turned to her little sister, getting ready to ask her about...


What happened to Apple Bloom's pink ribbon?

Why hadn't she heard Winona welcome her?

Why hadn't she heard Granny welcome her?

Ch. 3(A): Rude Awakening (V.2)

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Apple Bloom gasped softly to A.J. "Oh... H-hi Sis'. How's Sugarcube Corner?"

"Not the same without Pinkie, I reck'n." A.J motioned her arms for a hug, but Apple Bloom stayed frozen on the stairs. "What's wrong Sugar-cube? Not even a hug fer your Big sis' now?" Applejack chuckled worriedly.

"Oh... uh. You caught me at a bad time, just really sleepy is all."Apple Bloom bluffed, as her eyes darted from the stairs to her sister.

"Don't you think 'bout run'n up there without giving me a hug for ol' times sake. I haven't seen you a whole month, and yer more concerned about yer shut eye?" A.J roped her sister in a tight hug. Her sister stood motionless muffling her sobs. "There, there sis'... I'm getting a bit teary-eyed myself." Applejack admitted.

"Please... let go of me." Apple Bloom cried. A.J did as she asked, dropping her in shock. Why didn't Apple Bloom miss her?

"What's going on Apple Bloom, Why are ya act'n this way? I'm gone fer just a month and you've lost yer ribbon, yer wearing shirts and ya don't even want hug from yer sister no more?"

Her sister didn't respond, she just ran up the stairs, wailing in tears. Applejack did notice that she gave her a mighty tight hug, maybe she squeezed a bit too tightly? A honey scent loomed closer, and Applejack grew deadpan to the ominous smell. "What do ya want Sophist?"

Sophist giggled playfully as she placed her hooves to A.J's shoulders. "I just wanted to welcome you home dear Applejackie!"

"Golly... That's mighty swell of you Sophist, but ya'll a bit late to the welcoming wagon. I guess I have ya to thank fer my sister's hospitality?" Applejack asked and she wiped the Flutter-mare's hooves off of her.

"Sun's light! I'd never keep family apart dear A.J, family is the most important thing..." Sophist's lower lip puffed up as she lamented.

"Right then... I can't even get a welcome from Granny or Winona without yer sarcasm..."

"Winona's been a real sweetie, but rather sad since you left so I brought her over Fluttershy's, and dearest Granny slipped in the kitchen and is at Cottonseed."

Applejack gave a small sigh of relief, at least Winona was safe at Fluttershy's,and the Hospital hadn't been accepting the flutter-ponies. Later in the day she was going to check up on them both.

"Guess I better leave 'den" Applejack grunted.

"Jackie!" Sophist gasped.

A.J turned slowly to her. "Yea." She growled, hardly holding in her anger.

"Did you happen to hug Bloomie?"

"Why wouldn't I hug my sister?" She thought. "Yea." She repeated.

"Wind's mercy!" Sophist cried as she floated to the second floor and darted to Apple Bloom's room.

Applejack thought about following Sophist, or just going to the orchards.

Ch. 3(A-A): A New Generation (V.1)

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This time she wasn't going to let that no good flutter-pony do a better job at being a sister, so she galloped after her. Applejack heaved the last bit of her air out as she stood open-mouthed at her sister. Sophist had Apple Bloom's hooves wrapped around her neck, hushing the filly's tears with her mimics of the ocean's wave. Sophist's hooves held Apple bloom by her thighs. But Sophist's odd choice of filly holding was the last problem inducing Applejack's twitching eye. What left Ponyville's most honest pony dumbfounded was how her sister had grown Scootaloo-sized insect wings.

"Don't you worry Bloomie Nymphlequi are quick to heal, you'll feel better after some rest, and a quick snack." Sophist assured her.

"Is that so!" Applejack hollered.

Sophist started to whisper to Apple Bloom, but Applejack pried the two apart before Sophist could say anything.

"Anything you want to say to Apple Bloom, you say to me!" A.J commanded as she guarded her sister.

Sophist smiled "Of course Jackie..." She said as her eyes locked to Apple bloom's.


"Ready for your snack?"

OR

"Why don't you give your sister a hug?'

Ch. 3(A-B): Apples, Trees And Other Family Things (V.1)

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Her hooves had taken her as far into the northern orchard as she could go. Her body fell in the exhaustion. The northern orchards had some of the tallest slopes in Sweet Apple Acres, and by far the best view of the southern orchards. From her view she glimpsed a towering tree with what looked like melon sized fruit. Applejack rubbed her eyes quickly in bemusement to the sight. She wondered if she should investigate the strange tree, but a rustling within the tree above her silenced all thought.

Down flew a colt-sized Nymph who hadn't noticed Applejack, just a hoofstep away. The lithe colt was too busy smelling the fallen apples. He picked one up and balanced it along his muzzle. He lifted his hooves one at a time until only his front left hoof was grounded. A strong gust of wind rustled the leaves around them, releasing apples down unto the colt. He cried, curling himself as he flung the apples around him in blind anger. Applejack let out a soft gasp. His wings flared out as his eyes locked onto Applejack. His small fangs corrupted the colt's otherwise adorable features, like his straw-thin antennae and bushy ears.


*Applejack tries to comfort the colt*


Yet Applejack couldn't mistake how she felt near the colt. His iridescent eyes were steely. The usual fog of pollen was absent within the veil of the orchard. Maybe that was why he hadn't noticed her so quickly, usually the Nymphs in Ponyville could never be caught off-guard. His eyes narrowed, head bowing towards Applejack. She didn't waste this moment, she let her instincts take over and pushed herself to the southern orchards.

*Applejack makes a getaway*

Ch. 3(A-B-A): Monsters? (V.3.2)

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She got up slowly, and cantered over to the colt. "You alright there?"

The colt's crying softened. "I... I'll be okay. " He admitted sourly. His eyes glanced to Applejack. "I... I've never had a pony willing to talk to me before. "

"Well-uh... Just wanted to make sure you weren't hurt is all. " Applejack confessed.

"Why do you hate my mommy?" The colt asked.

"... I don't hate yer " mommy". " She lied.

"You don't have to lie to me Applejack. I hear Daddy talk about how sad he is that you dislike mommy all the time. "

"... Do you now?" Applejack sighed.

"I can understand why you hate mother-mommy... she's not as nice as she used to be. Her somepony Zerene makes her very tired, and then he makes her take a long nap. When she wakes up I have more friends to play with, but I noticed that the more friends Mother-Mommy watches over the meaner she becomes... "

"You mean Fluttershy?" Applejack asked him.

"... Who else would I be talking about? Mother-Mommy only has one somepony. Some of the others says that's strange for Mother-Mommy to do, but I think she just wants to fit in still with you and the rest of your friends. "

"So your momma doesn't have just one somepony?" Applejack asked.

"Mommy wants to make mother-mommy happy, so she follows what mother-mommy feels is right. She said it would be nice to take more than one somepony, because then every somepony would have to have more than one somepony. After that she got very angry and Zerene made her sleep for a while. "

"... I reckon I should pay a visit to Fluttershy. " Applejack sighed.

"Mother wouldn't like that. " The colt uttered darkly. He rose slowly somehow more matured than before.

"You plan on stopping me?"

"No. " The colt smiled bittersweetly. Applejack felt something wet wrap around her neck. "They will. " He giggled. These Nymphs where thick-set like her brother, Three in all. One had quickly coiled his tongue on her neck. The thought alone freaked Applejack out.

"Listen now fellas... I can see we're related. " She tugged the tongue off of her, yet the stallion only tightened with each yank. Applejack resumed. "Ya'll my nephews! Why don't you release Aunty Applejack and they'll be no hard feel'ins. "

Two of the stallions muttered in unison "We are all relatives within the hive. We are always giving to our family. Join us Aunty. " The stallion grinned one by one as they mocked her words. Applejack only cringed.

"Now boys, I think the only thing ya'll can give me is-" One of the stallion's shot his forked tongue into Applejack's mouth. She bit hard onto it. The stallion fell, petting his tongue as his mumbled in pain. Applejack gave a quick chuckle "How 'bout you t-" Applejack shuddered as she felt a pair of fangs dig into her wither. She had forgotten about the colt.

"Really boys?! Am I going to have to capture all your meals as well... You three are a disgrace to mother and father. At least father is smart enough to mist his-" The colt behind Applejack voice grew higher in pitch until it was feminine. She stopped herself from saying any subjective word such as lover, host, or victim.

Two of them pouted pitifully as their sister scolded them. The stallion gripping Applejack reeled her closer, thrusting her into a nearby trunk. He slid his member mercilessly to her anus. Another one of the stallions pushed him away, and skillfully punctured her marehood. He gave a glance to his brother, who pulled A. J off the trunk and anchored her to his brother's grasp. Then plunged his pecker back into her tight anus. The third brother was still reeling from his bleeding tongue.

The female Flutter-pony gave a jaded sigh as she locked her lips with her pitiful brother. Initially he cringed to the pain of her saliva rubbing against his gushing cut. She rubbed his dick's tip crudely on her clit as her tongue playfully tangled with his. His eyes rolled blissful back as his sister coaxed his mind off the wound. He breathed deeply feeding off the energy his sister and Applejack produced.

The two stallions had worked a rhythm into their thrusts and pre-cum. As one brother left and cummed a cooling ooze the other penetrated and cummed a heating fluid. They each took turns fucking her at ramming speed. Applejack's neck was resting on the stallion behind her. She wasn't hiding her pleasure, what the boys were doing to her nethers had left her marehood salivating in elation. Her moans and pants where invitation alone for her neck's release. It was clear she wasn't in any rush to resist, just the opposite. After a time she was thrusting along with the stallions, forcing their gyration to hasten so quick pre-cum and vaginal juices were puddling below. Each of the brothers had switch their precum into a thick Aphrodisiac-laced oil.

The two leaned on opposite sides of her neck and dug their fangs in. As their DNA-heightened enzymes flooded her blood stream Applejack gave a booming wail in bliss. Her network of nerves flared out like a forest fire within her, each copying the commands of the enzyme being pumped into her. The two brothers grinned happily as they felt the tip of their shafts unhinged as it widen for the incoming load. They riddled her holes full of tacky fluid and walnut-sized eggs. They successfully crammed the last egg of their load into her, turning Applejack's bottom end into a bumpy balloon. As they retracted their meat from her a hoofful of eggs passed out from the shear pressure.

The sister giggled happily has her older brothers had finally fertilized their first queen. She gave a quick clap to them as she rose from her younger brother. His eyes narrowed bitterly as he realized he had failed his Hive queen. Merely having a new brood maid would pleasure her. Maybe his new queen would accept his seed all the same? The four of them rested their new queen up into the tree's canopy, where they would guard and nurse her young to health until she was ready on her own.

Ch. 3(A-A-A): Blood over Brood (V.1)

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Apple Bloom cling to her sister, trying her hardest to flap her wings. "Run Sis!" She cried out. Applejack ran as fast as she could with Apple Bloom on her back. She didn't bother scolding her sister, or listening to anything Sophist hissed as they left. All she knew is she had to get Apple Bloom to safety.

"Forget me Applejack... She can sense where I am. You gotta get outta of here, alone. Somewhere she can't smell ya, like the barn or the orchards."

"I can't leave you here."

"If you don't she'll turn you into one a' us!"

"Us? ...Apple Bloom, she really gotcha!" Applejack cried. She placed Apple Bloom down and made up her mind where she was going to go.


*Chooses Barn*
*Chooses Orchards*

Ch. 3 (A-A-B): Sororitray (V.1)

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Applejack smiled happily as Apple Bloom jumped to her and gave a tight hug. The pressure alone caused A.J to become suspicious, but her alertness dulled when she smelled an enchanting apple blossom scent. Her legs tickled with numbness.

"You must be tired from walking here so early in the morn'in" Apple Bloom said calmly.

"See'in yer safe is reas'in enough I reck'in." Applejack assured her. She gave a drawn out yawn, watching a pink mist drift from her mouth and into her sisters. A.J wiped her eyes.

"Apple Bloom... What in tarnation. Are..." Applejack felt a ripple of heat throb her loins. More of the flower scent saturated the air. Her words lost her as the pleasure spiked. Her eyes rolled in satisfaction, as her body slowly fell. She felt herself be jostled belly up. Her sister's eyes glistened pearlescent as she leaned in close and inhaled more of the the pink mist. A.J's mind fought against her desires. It craved more pleasure even as A.J's inner voice screamed against such incest.

Yet she couldn't deny what she felt, her limbs shook sporadically as the hot fluid administered from her sister's fangs punctured into her neck. Applejack's limbs felt cold in comparison to the hot fluid filtering through her blood. Waves of the fluid washed throughout Applejack, until she couldn't remember being cold at all. Her senses of touch and taste heightened with each passing pulse of the heated fluid. Sound became useless as she heard her sister echo within her mind.

"You taste delicious Applejack." Her sister moaned. Her cheeks were flushed as she spoke. Her sedated sister watched as Apple Bloom's broken wing regained its strength. When it gain the ability to flap, Apple Bloom coaxed her wings to fold as she dedicated her time in feeding. The coolness of Applejack's salivating slit tingled against the hotness of her bare skin. Her sister left her vision, and she laid there waiting. Soft mumblings droned in, like a bad frequency on a radio. She could barely make out who her sister was talking to. The voice sounded familiar, though it wasn't Sophist. The voice was feminine yet nothing like Fluttershy's. It was young and yet jaded in its tone... somepony sad... or tired, or both? Finally Apple Bloom came back into view, but her smile wasn't as wide as before.

"My queen doesn't wish to merge you to the hive... yet. So I for now I can only feed on ya." Her sister leaned in with a kiss. Applejack listened to the words, yet not a muscle in her body moved. The heat began to fade as Applejack felt her sister take one final inhale.

Applejack's vision became dim...

Her beats dulled...

and her body grew cold.


You've made it to a dead end.
Applejack is no more.

She's not one with the hive, she is only a feeding husk.

Do you wish to restart the whole chapter? Do you wish to restart your last choice?

Ch. 3(A-A-A-A): Barn (V.2)

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The barn was thick of Flutter-pollen, maybe so much that she could hide amidst the Flutter-ponies in the barn? She crept in, the sparse glints of moonlight guided A. J. passed the sleeping bodies. The deeper she waded in the duller her a senses became. A rough *crunch* of some spilled hay reinvigorated Applejack's senses as she turned her head and scanned for any movement in held breath.

She exhaled slowly, then listened for any new noise. All she could hear was the sleeping Flutter-ponies tame breaths of sleep. She gave a relaxed sigh and she flopped her rump onto the hay bale. This hay bale didn't feel right, though. Applejack was ready to get up and check what she had sat on until she could make out muffled gasps. A Flutterpony, why hadn't she guessed a Flutter-pony would be sleeping here as well?

Yet she didn't have the time to scold herself now, she sat onto the Flutter-pony once more. She couldn't let it alert the others to her presence. She felt the Flutter-pony thrash its muzzle Applejack covered her lips with a hoof and she muffled a yelp. It forced its jaws open. Applejack grimaced as she felt its slimy tongue probe her vagina. Apple jack was just about ready to make a run for the orchards until the flutterpony latched a hoof to her clit,circling the red bead lovingly. Its tongue wormed deep into her slit, a trait she would had reasoned freakish if not for how sublime it fondled her delicate walls. Without realizing it Applejack had opened her mouth in a drooling pant.

The air became downright intoxicating, and each playful slap across her marehood left A. J. cramming her sex harder into the Nymph's snout. She gave an involuntary moan as she felt her womb gush out juice. The Nymph was breathing cold air against her burning sex, and the sensation had driven A. J. into complete submission. The cowmare lifted from her gracious hostage, and the Nymph leaned Applejack down on the hay bale. She could smell the sweet scent of the Nymph's honey pot above her. Applejack was slowly coming back to her senses however. And for a brief moment she wrestled to free herself from the Nymph's request, it settled its labia firmly into A. J.'s muzzle.

"You wouldn't want me to alert my siblings would you, Element of Honesty?" it whispered sweetly.

Stubbornly A. J. complied. She stuck out her tongue as long as she could and slathered it along the wanting Nymphli's walls. It hissed out satisfyingly. In no time A. J. was greeted with sickenly sweet juice as it trickled into Applejack's mouth. She cupped the Nymph's sex button and fiddled it gingerly. The Nymphequi hunched her back onto the hay bale in ecstasy, A. J. lunged her body to follow. By now Applejack was heaving in the micro-pollen nonchalantly, unaware of its tranquilizing effects.

The Nymph was exuding an euphoric aroma that A. J. couldn't stop herself from huffing. She crawled her way up to her partner's eyes.

"What do you wish for?" The Nymph spoke throughout Applejack's mind. This was purely out of respect for the horny cowmare's sake. The Flutter-pony knew exactly what her host required, and she would want nothing but to satisfy her, and her new queen's desires.

Applejack moaned desperately into the Flutter-pony's ear, yet she didn't need to say a word, her mind was screaming for the Flutter-pony to buck her senseless. With an impassioned kiss the Nymph did just as she was commanded to.

For it was not a simple drone of her queen's hive, but a special breed that preyed on the sexually deprived. She had masked herself as one to gain the upperhoof on her target, and had her hive queen's prize grovelling under her faster then Sophist could've made her to with her enticing dreams. She rested A. J. on her back once more, distracting the sedate mare with her tongue as she honed deep into the hivemind's cached species. She awoke an exotic male DNA and synced it to mutate her feminine sex. Then the Nymph rose her brow and grinned playfully as she felt herself adapting to ancient strain. The pull and stretch of her skin was exciting on its own. As she witness her girth's silhouette on her lover she grinned eagerly.

'Perfect' she thought.

Her knobbed clitoris stretched, splaying into three sucker-like tentacles. She placed one of the suckers atop Applejack's clit, and let it mimic a suckling foal. The other two pumped into the mare's sex, stretching longer as they pumped. AppleJack's pupils dilated. Her heart was racing to keep up with the Nymph's rhythmic actions. She was past a sweat of a hard day's work. Her whole frame was boiling, and only the cool lust-ridden breath of her lover was keeping her from fainting. The Nymph's ribbed tentacles had bunched up tightly within Applejack. The Nymph slowly pumped her thighs as she coaxed her sucker heads into A. J.'s cervix. Applejack's tongue grew limp as her mind tuned out everything but the waves of pleasure.

Her clit had swollen to a fat red pea, yet she whimpered if the Nymph's sucker tried to leave. By now they had been fucking for hours, and all the drones in the barn were feeding off of their sexual essence. The Nymph let the hollow tentacle shafts multiply new shoots of three-pronged feelers in her dazed host. The mass of tentacles gave Applejack a sizable bulge, until the Nymph let the extra spill out of Applejack's cave.

The Nymph channeled these into lithe finger-size tentacles, at the ends of each was a ball of needle thin hooks.These hooks latched painlessly along Applejack's labia, then each clung onto each other and melded into a smooth mesh of flesh. The tentacles inside Applejack detached from the Nymph and rooted into the smooth wall. The Nymph anchored her womb to the newly made wall. She channeled the wall's membrane to open, her clitoris splayed out three new tentacles then plunged into her. The labia stretched new needle like hooks and sewed her onto the wall, locking the two together.

"I love you very much, my queen. So much I could not stand any other taking you from me." She whispered dreamily. Applejack returned blissful eyes. Her tentacles had snaked into Applejack's ovaries. The Nymph smiled widely. 'How great is it that I am the one who mated my new queen!' She thought bewilderingly. She cried happily as her tentacles stretched their way through her sex until they reached her ovaries. She sent one of the tentacles to merge with the two in Applejack.

When each of the hollow tentacles had made their way to one of Applejack's ovaries they coated a fine gelatin-mist over Applejack's eggs. Then the tentacles sucked in the gel, as they made room for the Nymph's eggs. The Nymph moaned greedily as she felt her queen's eggs flush into her body.

How this ancient DNA became dormant left the Nymph baffled. She began feeding her own eggs into Applejack, relishing each instance she watched her queen cry out in pleasure. The multitude of feelers were there to provide padding, and to scrub Applejack's walls to dull the pain. She had fed twenty of her eggs into her queen. These eggs where very small, about the size of a robin's. With her system of intricate tubes and anemone-like feelers to pleasure her queen she considered her mating a success. The Nymph panted heavily along with her lover as she basked in the dreams of her queen's new brood.

"For you my queen... I'm Candor." she whispered.


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*There they would stay until the time was favorable to leave.*

Ch. 3 (A-A-A-A): Barn Cont. (V. 3)

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Throughout her queen's deep slumber Candor had been ever vigilant to the greedy eyes of the barn Nymphs. She was surprised that they had not alerted Sophist or even Zerene. What would it have mattered though, Candor knew exactly what her father dreamed of and she would gladly sacrifice her physical form for it. Her queen harbored the closest her kind had to their former glory. This is what kept Candor ever watchful, the solitary hope of a brighter dawn. Even if their muddled past would only be remembered for what she was.

Deep caws echoed from the Apple's rooster through the stillness the farm. Candor sighed mournfully in reply. She had been dreading this day. Listening to the docile foul's song sang truer to a murder of crows, all circling over head. Dark was this omen, since it heralded the pollen's pollution had become viral to non-equestrian breeds. One of the queens had been working hard to release this, Candor suspected it was the not so shy one. Her stud had molded her into something truly vile...

Another dark call rang out subtle drones hinted its forbidden nature and real purpose. Candor couldn't resist, she just had to know what exactly the queens were planning with something so something new. She rested her body to her queen's, shielding her dreaming lover. Her delicate waves of warmth helped calm Candor as she concentrated her antennae past the overpowering thoughts passed on by the pollen, and into the vibrations that echoed from the mutated foul. She couldn't get a clear message from the rooster, as if she was receiving transmission interference. What she could piece out was that the queens were onto her father's wishes, onto Candor's existence and how they rebelled against this new Hive Queen. Candor hissed bitterly, unaware her anger had escaped her mind.

She turned her thoughts rightfully to what really mattered. A growing blush was forming on her queen's cheeks, and another wave of heat huffed from her open maw. Thankfully she had been rather silent in her sound sleeping, even as her children had grown, almost pupae now Candor sweetly joked to herself. A bitter scent snaked its way through the pollen fog in the barn, in that split second Candor knew she was on borrowed time. The dark queens had found her, and regardless of what Nymphli adaptations she could conjure up, she knew she had to wake her snoring beauty before the denizens of the barn awoke, and offered their own hospitality.

Gently she nudged her queen's snout with her own, then she readied her mist glands. Softly exhaling a pungent mist that would surely awaken her queen. Candor hadn't however taken into account how long her queen had been incubating within her coma-induced sleep. About two weeks, but this was merely speculation based on if Cloudsdale's weather was still being ransomed for unification. Two weeks comatose would need something a bit stronger then any form of peppery mist. It would require something more sensual.

Since uniting her womb to her queen's the strenuous labors had sapped Candor of much of her body's youth and mass. She looked more like a dried up stalk still nursing that last ripe fruit. Her coat had lost all trace of color, as well as her fur. Her chitin had darken, resembling a hard brassy shield. With her loss of muscle mass, her fangs now hung imposingly out from her muzzle like a starved fruit bat. She lifted her spindly body, legs shuttering in their fragility. She held her ground as she felt the breath of one of the farm-nymphs behind her.

It was one of the older drones, one of Sophist's first brood. His size wasn't as impressive as his fathers, but size wasn't everything when you had the telepathy of your mother. It was this trait that helped the drone find her in the first place, to any other drone she was just a stack of hay bales, and Nymphlequi had little need for hay bales when they had so many rafters to sleep on. He went by the name Riven, and for the past two weeks he had visited Candor, and fed off of her non-nonchalantly, knowing she had bigger concerns than fighting him off. This time Candor could tell his ambitions were high, no doubt his ego had been elated through the various cheap victories he had achieved with her over the days. He jumped up onto the bale of hay, crouching his body as his flaccid member peeked out from its sheath. A wet slather of saliva coated Candor's ear. His musk was heavier than usual, smelled of fresh grass and raw wood. A trickle of pre cum escaped his shaft as it firmed. He clenched his teeth hard to her floppy ear as he prided his beef cake with her tight anus.

Candor wasn't fooling Riven with her silence, her body was warming eagerly to his advances. The thickening shaft was making her inevitable demise that much more tolerable. Even if her pleasure was the cause of her decrepit state, she couldn't hide what her body instinctively craved. Each of them could remain sated, and no one had to hurt her queen. Riven grunted hard as he forced his cute sausage further into Candor's ass. She flexed her muscles to his invading meat, tightening as he exited. Riven gasped as he felt his shaft struggled to pull free, the extra effort beckoned him for more.

He pounded her harder, flesh slapping to weak flesh as Candor felt her strength sapping out of her lips, and into Riven's growing frame. The easy meals had grown this once little pupae into a ruthless, yet guile young Nymphli. Another full belly would be sure to fill out his more lacking assets he thought. Candor's heart pounded erratically as she felt the veil of her disguise trickle down. Her prolonged fatigue had finally done her in. Candor cradled tightly to her Queen. Straining her body, Candor sighed her last breath as a single tear scrolled down her cheek, and dripped off her lip onto the sleeping Applejack's.

Riven paused as the weak breeze of essence dissipated. He licked his lips sporadically as he tested the air. His quick meal, had passed on. At first Riven was shocked. He didn't think he was able to fuck someone to death. The fading glow of the illusive Nymph hid something even grander than her, her host. A new queen was an interesting notion to Riven. What if she was also the bearer of a fabled element, like the roosters had warned of. Riven tugged at Candor's stiff frame, pulling her from the cocooned queen, only to remember in his previous advances that Candor's marehood had been fused to something. Now Riven's interest was indefinitely peaked, his docile snack had died for this being.

He fiddled his body in between Candor's husk and the peaceful cocoon. Gleaming down at the sleeping queen like a fox to a hen's nest. Riven leaned his jaw in for a delicious bite, as he stretched his maw and clamped down to the shell he found himself awkwardly salivating, but unable to puncture the shell. He bared his full jaw's power, growling in frustration as his attempts failed over and over. Finally his jaw's indent had warped the cocoon's rigid chitin. With one last snarl of bloodlust he punctured the vessel. Pink mist flooded out of the shell, almost suffocating the greedy Nymph. He fell backwards, resting his neck to the late Nymph's shoulder. He moaned pleasantly as he watched small wisps of the pink mist float out from his full mouth.

Riven tightened his lips and let out a heart shaped puff of mist to Candor's neck. As the mist reached her neck it regained its color, glowing against her starved flesh. Riven watches, almost bewildered at what he's seen. He puffs another wave of mist to her, thinking nothing of it. The tawny-orange fur leaves Riven uneasy, for now he knows the late-Nymph's name... he remembers playing with her, and secretly wishing to love her. A thick burden builds in his heart. He isn't sure of the feeling, nor if it has a name. All he knows is he feels... wrong. What he has committed to his old paramour was wrong, against what he is and what he craves he knows... he has stolen something precious from not just the hive, but from himself.

He turns back to the queen to see her eyes are open, and her hoof is pressed softly to his chest.

"She made me feel this..." Riven solemnly thought. As the queen's eyes opened, Riven is body compelled to bow. Such power left his mind listless.

"I'm sorry my queen." Riven confessed.

Applejack nodded softly. Her arms outstretched, reassuring the Nymphli that all would be alright. The intoxicating amounts of love essence had fried Riven's inhibitions. As he heard his new queen whisper within him he valiantly nodded. He gritted his teeth and forced what magic he had conjured up during his small feast into his unassuming feelers. His neck craned queen's brood pouch, rubbing the delicate feelers through the shell and to her mound. Life buzzed within her womb. Riven's ear twitched, as he listened to his queen, after a low bow he slid off of her and harnessed the rest of his strength for her. But Applejack extended her glowing hoof to him, such strange magic ebbed through her that Riven clenched his eyes, and wrapped his hoof to hers.

His body fell from the initial shock as he felt her magic wash over him. As he picked himself up, another surge buckled his legs. He stumbled back from her. Magic rippling though his muscles, forcing them to thicken. Bones churned mercilessly as they stretched to support the new weight. Riven spasmed wildly as his body was made anew. Applejack focused her attention to Candor. Her hoof stretched out to her, but hesitantly stopped. She knew the hatred her lover would spit if she used her new found magic to try to bring her back. Candor wouldn't want this power "wasted" on her. Riven shuddered as he rose. Almost a perfect picture of his father's brawn, but now he held a vigor that his sickened father could not compare to.

He felt kindness in his heart, and his new queen's honesty had shook him of his ill thoughts. As Applejack emerged from her cocoon Riven smiled proudly, through the experience of his new queen and his own thoughts of the late Candor, he vowed his name as Rivet. He pledged his life to her dying wish, to her father, and to the Queen of humility, and honesty. He draped his new queen to his back and made they off into the wilds of the Everfree forest, safe from the pollen of prying feelers.

Ch. 3 (A-B-B)/(A-A-A-B): Apples, And New Family Trees (V.2)

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She didn't look back. She just kept on running. Look what had become of her home, of her hometown. They had been infested by something unfathomable. No one had headed Rainbow Dash's plights over the absence of rain, and no one had listened to Applejack's concerns of these nymph-whatevers weeding out hard working ponies from their jobs. Mayor Mare had disappeared when the townsfolk needed her, and Pinkie Pie had left long before then.

Her friends where anything but close right now, in fact these new ponies had done a better jobs splitting her friends apart then Discord. Applejack gasped.

"Discord!" she yelled. 'I bet he's behind this.'She thought.

After a hard gallop to the southern fields Applejack settled under one of the large apple trees. This one in particular was rather large for a regular apple tree. It's roots where thick and curled in and out of the ground around her. A. J.'s curiosity got the best of her, as she began inspecting the endowed tree. These apples were large, yet still green. Come to think of it they looked more lemon-shaped. She gave its trunk a hard buck.

Nothing fell.

She bucked the trunk harder.

Yet nothing fell.

Applejack glanced up to the fruits. Rather impressed by how unshaken the tree was to Applejack's attempts. 'What in the hayseed kinda tree is this?' she barked in bemusement. In Applejack's stubbornness, she focused on bucking every last fruit out of this tree. She bucked it harder and harder, grimacing venomously when still, not a single fruit fell. She fell to the grass seething, taking a quick breather. Her hooves pulsing from her needless kicking. After a few heavy breaths Applejack rose back up to her goal.

"Maybe If I hit you from the other side?" she panted aloud. She trotted to the other side of the tree. There was a wooden sign nailed into it which read. "This ancient tree does not like to be picked before it's ripe, doing so will anger the tree." Applejack cocked a brow to the statement. Her rump thudded hard to the ground. She cringed in pain, sliding her sore thigh away to see what she had sat on.

It was one of the roots of the tree, though it took the mare sometime to come to this conclusion due to its thorny bark. She winced again, one of the thorns had broken inside her. The pain kept growing, yet Applejack didn't know what to do. It was clear she couldn't have her brother or sister help her, and in Ponyville. She couldn't think of anyone willing to pull a splinter from her behind, at least not one she would readily ask... Mrs. Cake might. Applejack bit her lower lip as she felt the thorn inching further through her flesh.

"Must really be a magical tree.... and I ticked it off." she thought, she gulped worriedly. "Uh...tree? I'm sorry for b-bucking you, really." she said in half truth. One of the fruits from the tree fell down beside her, popping on its own thorny roots. The fluid splashed all over A. J., taking her by surprise and washing her to the ground. The juice was disturbing thick, as Applejack wiped the globs of viscous fluid off her face with a semi-dry hoof she felt her pores engulf with an alluring warmth. The warmth ebbed along her skin flushing past her muzzle and eyes, then receded back to the borders of the slime.

"I've never heard of a fruit do this before." Applejack mused, as she continued to clean herself. Her hoof made its rounds wiping the fruit's thick juice. She traced the ooze gingerly over her sore thigh, only to feel the lodged thorn slide out into the fluid.

"Why would you look at that" Applejack scoffed. She raised her head towards to tree. "Did you do that on purpose?"

Applejack pressed her clean hooves into her cheeks as she sighed.'A. J. Are you seriously thank'in a tree? A mystical emphatic tree...' Applejack scolded herself in thought. She gulped. 'Let's test the tree then.' She thought.

Applejack felt herself fly backwards. Her back thudding hard into the ground, cheeks shaking as the goo she so recently cleaned off of her was now suctioned onto her rear. Her eyes spiraled in a daze, and while they refocus she saw another wooden plank. She slid it closer and picked it up. It read:

"The infamous Tree of Eros. Fruits will only ripen with proper nourishment."

"What type of nourishment..." she thought aloud. "Eros...Eros... I have no clue who Eros is." She looked back to the ooze slathered up on her chest. "I don't remember that stuff get'in up here." Applejack tried lifting herself up, but her thighs were secured tightly.

Another fruit fell from the tree, this one was fully intact. It was close enough for Applejack to reach, yet she stood paused. She concentrating hard on the fruit as her eyebrows wiggled. Applejack sighed. 'Nope it's not a mind reader. I'm just losing my bucking marbles.' Applejack slid the fruit beside her then began inspecting it. It was big enough that she had to use both hooves to hold the fruit, about the size of a seedless Manehatten watermelon. The rind of the fruit was tough like a citrus, yet it held no aromatic oils. When ripe A.J suspected the compound bumps of the unripe fruit she guess it would be thorned when ripened. The top had a suspicious star-shaped opening.

*Applejack opens the fruit. *
or
*Applejack rolls the fruit aside, and cleans the muck off her again.*

Ch. 3(A-A-A-B-A): Impassioned Fruit (V.8)

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Her hooves gave a sturdy yank at opposing sides of the fruit. Its oils sprayed the air, flinging towards her face. She heaved the musk from her throat, but it was too late. The oil had already clung to any damp surface. Tongue, throat, even her eyes were assaulted by the orange-tinted musk. She lost her grip on the fruit and it rolled off her and onto the mass of gunk she was glued too. Applejack let out a deafening wail. Her body shuddered in terror as she witnessed the truth of the tree before her.

The tree was a mere illusion to the horror she had peered onto. Hordes of muscle. Gnarled, flexing, writhing as one. The tree was alive. Her curiosity glanced up to the "fruits" above. They were shells, as her eyes lowered to inspect the rest of the "fruit" that dangled off the tree she found some cast a shadow of a pony inside. Some of these shadows were faintly moving, other shadows rocked slowly in fluid.

Fluid... Applejack's snapped her neck back to her own "fruit". She didn't even notice the fruit wrap itself around her. Two of the opening flaps clasped to either end of her flanks. The final points of the star-opening covered her sex-button and plothole. She didn't feel it because it had submerged itself within the viscous fluid. Applejack let out another wail.

A dull pressure ebbed from her lions. The fruit released a silky membrane that encapsulated the mare. Her muscles stiffened as the root twisted itself further until the thorns punctured the fruit's shell and squeezed comfortably in her cervix. The "thorn" she had pricked herself on before had grown and was now connected to the fruit. The sound of stretching rope rang in her ears as she felt her new pod hike itself up with the others. Applejack felt her eyes water, yet when she tried to blink her tears away the oil stinged at her lids. A smooth shoot broke it's way out from the root. It's protective dust coated her insides. The hard root retreated, cork, thorns and all. Only the delicate sprout remained. It puffed her sex full of spores and mist.

As the membrane hardened, the sprouts embedded to her soft walls, wiring into her nerves and branching within each other. The sensation was painful for a moment, then Applejack could feel every delicate sway. She saw another green root sprout up from her pod's opening. The roots exchanged her slowly, the newest shaft took it's time puncturing her holes. Within the friction the root began to thicken, each pump coiling deeper. It gave one final snap and split into two vines, wasting little time enrapturing the sturdy mare into an outright pant. Her back pressed tightly to her malleable home, neck stretched up to the limp vines above her.

She watched as the vines above her fused to the hard yet fleshy root. By now her sex was gushing in pleasure, and Applejack moaned desperately for something to clean her arid mouth. One of the above vines lowered down to her, inching into her mouth. She extended her tongue invitingly. The vine grew a bulbed head and showered her mouth full of divine sap. It was hot and enveloped her body in warmth as she swallowed its gracious load.

The lower roots spurted a bone-chilling fluid as they continued to pump and twist against the spores. Her pores retracted to the growing heat, to which one of the new branches grew a coned nozzle, and sprinkled a sweet musk that beaded onto her fur. As the musk trickled down into her pores, another root mutated a cone tip that coated the mare in more spores. These spores drilled their way into her nerves until only Applejack's face was free of the spore's enthralling allure.

Another spurt of fluid shot inside A.J.'s holes. Her tongue had coaxed the squirting bulb into her mouth. The intoxicating sap now dribbled into her ever-thirsty mouth. She pressed her tongue tightly around the root and suckled it greedily. Smaller sprouts split off from the hard vines within her, ensnaring themselves into the spores' root system, wiring the host for their final stage.

In unison every vine poured a thick solution of sedative semen, all but one. The vine within Applejack's mouth beginning puffing a thick bubble to the mare's mouth. The resin below her waist wasn't firming like the fluid holding her head had. Her body quivered as she felt the vines slide out from her holes. She felt the sap slowly seep into the new space. Her eyes glance up towards the branches above her. Each released a flurry of hoof-sized eggs into her pod, landing gently and submerging into the tacky sap. Helplessly she waited in her shell, until the time when her egg shook with new life. Until that time the vines and feelers retreated from her cocoon. A solitary hollowed root remained. It pumped her personal air bubble with a calming, cool mist lulling the frozen mare, until the eggs where ready.


It felt like weeks in her lonesome, the growls of hunger and thirst kept A.J from any comfort. The spores within her did nothing but tickle at her wall everyone once and while to wake her nerves. She smacked her lips with whatever saliva she could muster up and moaned pitifully in her cocoon. A thick tube headed her request, and supplied Applejack with her favorite sickeningly-sweet honey slurry. She gasped at its flavor alone, the very notes of wildflower and apple pollen flooded her taste buds. Yet another tactful ruse of the Eropian tree. As Applejack was left in a palatable daze, a network of roots began their work.

Each set out to further enhance Applejack's well-endowed talents. clusters hitched to sections of her body, melding to the pony for a full sensory connection. A separated root was tasked with guiding the soon to be hatching larva into their new host. Their sacrifices of DNA would hasten her metamorphosis, but only a slow implantation would keep A.J's body from rejecting the Nymphlequine gene as her own. With delicate precision the root coiled around one of the eggs and slowly fed it into Applejack.

A thankful sigh echoed her chamber as she felt her sex's aches be answered. The slow rub within her wall was beyond a bad itch. She bit her lip softly as she felt the root slide into her again. The lingering pressure in her didn't concern her, infact she was hoping the root was reading some of its heating lube, or better yet maybe mak her own personal pleasure sprout. Boy did she miss the un-paralleled vigor of those vines, she didn't doubt the tree was planning something wonderful for her. As she gazed out to the other pods she smiled sinisterly at how long she had remained. The other pods around her were empty of ponies, but she remained...

The tree liked her. She focused her attention back to the feeding tube. The fluid changed to a sour sludge, A.J. had little choice but to unwillingly ingest the protein-rich mush. With A.J's thoughts refocused, the root inserted one more egg into Applejack. It slithered the biggest of the eggs as far into the cervix as it could fit, and coaxed the larva free with a quick puncture of its membrane casing. As the root retreated the larva slowly flickered with life, as it ate the gel it grew in size. The feeding tube paused once more. A tiny trickle of clear liquid dribbled down her chin and past her teeth. The taste was unbearably bitter, but the effects that lingered after knocked A.J. totally out of her being.

Through her mind she could hear the many moans or other ponies within Ponyville. She could briefly picture them. The spa sisters, the flower mares, that spiky haired D.J, and her fancily dressed friend. The mayor herself was being pleasured by a special harem of Nymphs. Within her body, she felt their bodies. Every pull, and tug and thrust, suckle, twitch, and sweat. Their hearts echoed one single purpose, one solitary desire. Pure joy. Each of their faces looked onto her, and spoke in unison.

"Can we help give pure joy?" Applejack moaned along with them. A deep voice hushed each of the mares to silence, then each of the nymphs painfully dislodged a thick squirming larva.

"Offer yourselves as vestiges, and deliver to Equestria, children of your queen's joy." The images faded as Applejack softly whispered "Yes."

These eggs were stunted in health, which is why the tree offered them up as dna,rather then nurturing faulty drones to its queen. This left the starved larva almost wild within her.As the larva feasted, Applejack panted dreamily as she imagined the root had headed her pleads and sent the pleasure sprouts. The larva was still growing at an alarming rate, but the gel had quickly lost its desirability. It wondered about the taste of its home. It hitched it's fangs into Aj's flesh. Applejack cried out in pain. Her body shook violently in its prison as she felt the larva slowly deflate. More than blood was rushing through her, she could sense it. Her body tingled in this knowledge, she wondered if Big Macintosh or Apple Bloom felt the same way?

She closed concentrated her mind and search for their voices. She saw Apple Bloom hiding her wings under her new shirt just before her two friends ran in and she joined them,no doubt off to the tree-house. She felt Big Mac heart pounding erratically as Sophist rode him hard on his bed. She could even sense the cinnamon scent as her sex over filled with joy. Even she knew that soon the Apple family was going to produce a lot more than just tasty apples, and cold cider.

Ch. 3(A-A-A-B-B): Tree of Eropia V.1

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Applejack gave the fruit a powerful toss, watching it splatter against an unassuming rock. 'good riddance' She thought. She sloshed her hooves in the hardening muck, moving them just so that the firm ooze acted as a shield from the rest of the tacky mess. She push with all her might and yanked each hoof out. With a final tug she rolled out of the ooze and tumbled down the small hill.

Applejack regained her bearings. "Ha... What else you got fer me!" She pridefully barked. The earth rumbled below Applejack in anger. "Uh... oh. " Applejack gulped. Roots dredged up from the shaking earth, each one snapping and whipping their way towards Applejack. For a few strikes A. J. held her ground, swatting whatever root got close to her. She never expected the roots to play dirty however.

Applejack gave out a painful cry as one of the larger root thrusted itself into her marehood. For being a root in the ground it was oddly clean, and softer than she could imagine a tree's root would be. It rammed A.J. back first into the tree's wide trunk. The initial hit sent the mare into a small concussion. Smaller roots poured from the trunk, binding Applejack limbs securely in place. The larger root retreated from Applejack.

A male double-tuned voice resonated within Applejack. "There are not many that reject my ancestor's fruit... you are special. My queen has decreed it so... Welcome Applejack. Welcome to the hive... " The base if the tree slowly cracked open, the roots around her carried her in. The tree was nothing what Applejack expected, yet she wasn't so sure if her head was in tip-top shape anymore given all the hits it had taken recently. What she could fathom was that she wasn't going to be seeing the sun no more.

From the inner workings of the tree's figure was a compact system of fleshy tubes, each writhing a different fluid along its entirety. Mucus like beads webbed the vessels. From these webs draped orbs of pulsing light that illuminated the abomination she had been bound to. The smaller vessels fed into the tree's root system, from which Applejack guessed where more like opposable limbs then a real tree's roots.

Applejack watched the entrance fully close, then the vessels around it furled away. The rippling of rubbing fleshed pushed closer, masking the rhythmic dripping that echoed in the trunk. A mangled mass of muscles was traveling up the trunk's length. As it reached her Applejack cringed to the horror.

What stared before her looked liked a skinned pony. Parts of his body were cut or just missing. It chimed within her apologetically "Forgive me, I haven't fully recovered for your visit. I assure you though, I will give you what you desire. "

"All I want is my family back!" Applejack spat.

"Nonsense my queen! You can not envision what you truly desire in such a form. I shall cure you of such blindness. I will give you what all desire most. "

His arms outstretched as he channeled the tree's energy into healing him. For a few quick breaths the tree was silent. Only the beating of his heart and dampness around her kept Applejack from believing she was dead. Then his eye grew brighter. So bright that Applejack could make out his other socket. He leaned in closer letting the vessels around them fuse within his hooves. Slowly Applejack watched as the muscles on the stallion thickened with new vigor. Enough of the tree's energy had reforged the stallion's head like new.

"Does this satisfy your fears my queen?" the stallion said. His ears folded as his read his queen's thoughts. "Why do you reject... I have lost a week's harvest to placate your fears my queen... but maybe you do not care about my looks. Your essence is aching for release!" The stallion reasoned.

He commanded one of the vessels into his queen. Applejack gritted her teeth, wincing as the slime coated tentacle crept up to her labias. The slime alone left Applejack disgusted, what other mares had this freak imprisoned. The questions of who or what he was once mattered little to Applejack, all she need to know was that he wasn't any friend of hers.

"Get that thing out'ta me!" she yelled.

"Silence my queen!" The stallion hissed. His eyes lost their light as his tongue flung into hers. She greeted his tongue with a forceful chomp. He screamed darkly, as if he enjoyed the pain. The vessel below ruptured, lacing Applejack's slit in a fine coat of heating fluid.

"It shall be and honor to free you. " he chuckled. He glanced over to a thicker vessel, beckoning it to pleasure its new queen. The thick tube unhitched itself from the trunks wall. With precision the tube became rigid as it fell, then he guided the tube with painful speed. Applejack shook in her binds as the tube ripped mercilessly into her anus. She gave out a heart-stopping wail as the vessel slowly scraped out of her.

"Stop. Stop it!" she pleaded. His brows rose, amused at her reaction. The tube timidly padded into the labias, thoroughly coating itself in her juices. This time he let the vessel reward her. It stretched and coiled itself slowly into Applejack's womb. As the fleshy tube rubbed against itself it released a blend of aphrodisiac-laced acid, and numbing fluids. Most of the vessel had cramped its way inside of Applejack, who was trying her hardest to deny its effectiveness. Not even a cluster of small suckers strategically suctioned to her clitoris was making the mare back down.

Yet he did not worry, nor did he mind her endurance. He only saw her potential in serving the hive with the strength she possessed. Such endowed strength that mimicked his hive queen, but even his hive queen gave in... Just as she would. The roots bound around Applejack had been slowly stitching their way past her skin, in efforts to make her one with the tree. The encoiled mass retreated from her womb. Then it lodged its entirety in, then lunged itself out. Applejack winced, she bit at her lip as she stopped herself mid-moan. His eyes narrowed.

"You require size... " He examined. "As you wish. "

His meat had been priming for his queen's approval. Now that he knew her desires he tapped into the tree's energy, and focused its power on engorging his shaft. It filled out nicely, giving a quick squirt of precum when its tip reached a plump rim. The cum splashed onto Applejack, saturating her glossed slit and re-igniting the heated liquid. Finally a moan crept out from Applejack's lips. He took his time penetrating her. He'd circle his dripping tip along her labia, letting her shameful moans echo within the trunk. Inch by inch he circled his precum into her hole, wait for a pant or moan, then inch deeper. He continued this pattern until Applejack was in a heavy pant. Then he pulled out of her. His tongue reeled into her gaping maw, twisting against hers with no resistance.

She was almost there, he could smell it. Her essence was intoxicating, yet he tempered himself from feeding. His tongue's four-pronged needle-like fangs dug into Applejack's limp tongue. Its sting was muted from the rush of heat swelling inside her sex. He plunged his whole shaft inside her as his fangs gushed a cocktail of aphrodisiacs, encoding enzymes and cooling mist into her veins. He pumped his meat faster inside her, the increasing friction released streams of a weak numbing oil along with his pre-cum.

With a final prick... it was done. The roots had finished their work. Applejack's nerves flared in an influx of pleasure. Her body shook wildly, voice rattling within the trunk as the whole tree rallied to her call. Towers of miniature vessels latched onto one another, fusing into one main funnel. The other vessels drooped down and released their fluids. Within the funnel's shaft where micro-sized roots combining the fluids with puffs of DNA-rich spores. The funnel curled itself around his shaft, puncturing into his member.

With a simple glance to Applejack, he nodded his head as his queen commanded him. His eyes closed as he felt her nerve's impulses trickle into his body. Wave after wave of cum churned within Applejack. She was beyond bursting with the load she harbored.

With his queen fertilized. He rested his forehead to hers as gave a final numbing kiss goodnight. There they rested idly until the fruits fully ripened, and the scent enticed their new prey...

Ch. 3 (A-A-A-B-B): Tree of Eropia Cont. (V.3)

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A quiet week had passed the tree.

Not in work, or demands of the queens, but of food.

Applejack grown attached to the keeper of the tree named Mendacious, physically as well as emotionally. He too had rubbed his nymph-like ways on to her, as she had offered him insight into the element of honesty. Honesty within the tree pacified the queens to any deceit among their children, and raised the morale knowing another friend was aiding the Nymphlequine's rally for true unification. Sure the occasional pony would observe the alien tree within the orchards of apples, and sure some of these ponies would find themselves at the mercy of Applejack and her illuminated partner. Each of them played a morbid game to out wit their next victim, and make them climax the quickest. The quicker the pony belonged to the tree, the faster they could aid the hive. The two of them dutifully respected their purpose among Hive Queen and her brood maidens, but they also knew that even without a hive or queen to follow, they could outlast the coming war and nourish their own army if need be.

As tempting as the notion was, they knew better that start any civil unrest within the colonies. Their time would sure come, as for now their sights were set on a sweet couple trying to escape the scorching heat under their tree. Both of them grinned, hungry for a new challenge, and praise from the Hive Queen. Applejack lifted her brow to him, egging her partner in a competition. He scrunched his brow. His eyes were cold, and unforgiving. He signaled his lover a different strategy. These two were in love, despite all the temptations of the hive, they were a threat to his kind, and his queen's desires.

Applejack sighed disparagingly, rolling her eyes to her partner's seriousness. Of course there was a time and place for hard work, she appreciated that more than most but a chance to ensnare a loving couple? Those odds where falling as fast as the tree was spawning new drones! It was clear that their minds were split on the matter so they asked for the Hive Queen's thoughts...


*The Hive queen sides with Applejack*
or
*The Hive queen sides with Mendacious*


Ch. 4 (A-A-A-B-B-B): Her Anger (V.1)

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"There joy can be adapted, and merged to our own!" The Hive queen giggled bitter-sweetly.

Applejack pouted at the wasted moment, but she would follow her hive queen, whomever she was. Mendacious sent Applejack his sympathies, but this was a matter they needed to capitalize on. Such a rich food source would surely aid his hive queen's newest conquest in the skies. His favorites trick was always going to be his ocher flow buds,but he figured he'd at least appeased his queen and spice up the routine.

With a twitch of his mind the tree unhitched one of the trees ripest fruits. It cracked a few paces from the couple, under the shade of the tree. The couple jumped in surprise. A steady breeze of the sweet fruit entice the couple to inspect the fruit. As they got closer the pleasant breeze turned into an oppressive fog that tempted the two to taste from it. At first the stallion cautioned his wife, seeing through the fruits timely appearance. But the mare calmed him as she scooped a section of the fruit and walked back to him. The innocent aroma finally got the better of them as the mare shared the fruit's meat. As the two pleasantly munched on the juicy fruit,they could feel their bodies become invigorated with a strange desire. The two trotted hastily to the pony-sized fruit scrapping more of the meat and downing their harvest. Soon the two where in a mad scrabble to devour every bit of the sweet pulp. The more they fed on the fruit the more energized they became.

The scrapped the fruit clean of pulp, yet the two hoofed longingly at the husk. A low gurgle echoed from the couple as they both blushed hotly. Each grimaced as they felt their loins throb, heavier with each breath. The two locked their lips sliding their tongues feverishly into their lover's. A nonchalant thud to the floor and the impassioned lovers where in a wild fuck. humping their sexes tightly to another. Their essence flowed steadily. The two smiled as a job well done, but the hardest part was going to be controlling them. Applejack believed adding the two directly to the tree could only improve the tree's power, but the ever skeptical Nymph was not about to share his tree with any other than his queen. She discussed different options like knotting the tree,or enclosing them within one of the main branches instead of the trunk,but Mendacious was unrelenting in his disapproval.

Though Applejack didn't whole-heartily blame him, it was how he was designed, just like all Nymphequine. He considered her the only being worthy of the tree, and all others were merely food, or breeding stock. So Applejack didn't her best to prove otherwise. That these two where powerful, but only in unity. She feared he would concoct some freakish pod that would house the couple like a living battery, but she knew that forcing their love that way would only end grimly for them in the end. With this in mind she delved within the Nymph archives within the recesses of her hive queen, and constructed her final option. Mendacious pondered about his queen's silence, her mind was working hard on blocking him out, and he respected her privacy, if not begrudgingly. Finally her eyes opened as she shared her first creation. Such trickery impressed the Nymph,he readily awaited the result of its implementation. Their focus turned back to the bucking couple.

They had humping well past the tree's cooling shade, yet their fervor remained steadily the mare rode her stallion as their juices flooded another. A job well done the couple believed, one of the best bucks the two had had since this whole growing Nymph situation. The mare slipped off from her somepony and tried to rekindle her exhausted stallion's embers. Though appreciative the stallion, knew he wasn't going to be able to buck that hard again anytime soon. He closed his eyes as he let his somepony still try,he focused on calming his inexperienced heart. The two paused as they heard another fruit form the tree descend to the grassy hill. Each smirked and galloped over to it. At first the couple shared their disappointment. This fruit was about the diameter of a hoof, another of its kind followed shortly after. The two looked bemused by them, picking up one and inspecting for differences. The stallion was first again to be suspicious, this time to the different fruits of the tree. His wife was quick to mock him, lamenting on how wonderful they had felt just a few moments ago. The stallion agreed, but he let his better half be the judge on this. Finally the two bit onto the fruit.

A thick sugary sap leaked from the fruit cementing the two's muzzles shot. Thick roots whipped from the ground and punctured into the fruit, spewing the tacky syrup to the rest of their throats. As each resisted the tree's steady stream of juice. They realized the juice was the same honeyed pulp they had been ingesting. They knew they tree was baiting them to buck again, yet the mare didn't seem to mind. A tree that remedied her husband's penis woes was fine her mind. She teased her labia along his thickening sheath. The stallion quickly glanced to her, he moaned worriedly insatiable lust. The root trickled in the juice as they continued.

As his lips moved an unsightly stream of saliva stretched down to his throbbing shaft. The juice was pleasantly cool, he awkwardly moved his lips trying his best to muster enough spit to land on his pecker. A thick green shoot erupted below them, drenching the sap on all over the couple. The stallion rolled his eyed happily and he felt his wife continue where she left off, circling his meat's head into her slit. He let out a muffled moan.tauntingly she leaned herself deep, her somepony lapped in the exotic sensation their lube offered. Every groove of his wife cradled his hot shaft. He inhaled slowly as he felt the miracle sap thicken his shaft the more she teased him.

To her the warmth of her husband's skin flared throughout her. His new girth stretched placed untouched by their previous heated moment. With each undisturbed bit of her womb she rewarded her somepony with a skillful massage of his lumps. When the two had fully joined the felt the fruit's hard sap soften,and the root force the bitten half down their throat. They gasped for air,as the half slowly trailed through them. Another gush of goo rained on them, heating their bodies as another rush of lust washed over them. The stallion took over guiding his some ponies to the tree's trunk and thrusting his whole size into his somepony. She replied with a pleasured cry, forcing her thighs up and down as her stallion rammed her faster. As the lover's continued the root retreated back to its masters.

Applejack and Mendacious toasted to their new creation, biting their fangs into the fruit then each swallowed a half. The couple below felt life growing within them,yet they could not stop their blind lust. The fruit split off into sections each richly-filled with Nymph DNA, in fact the lover's favorite juice was non other than royal jelly. A.J admittedly knew the cost of so much royal jelly was far beyond what her hive queen would've expected. Usually Mendacious is there to halt what would seem as a waste of a valuable resources, but with Mendacious approval Apple jack was sure this new form of Pony-hybrid could only help the hive. As the fruit slowly dissolved within the walls of their stomach, a new pouch was fleshing itself on-top. These commends came from both Applejack, and Mendacious as they offered their individual marks for their gender. As the pouch finished a new tube webbed it's way to to the windpipe's muscle. These two were going to be the first ponies to actually taste love. The couple watched the light around them become clouded by a cloud of pink mist. With an involuntarily breathe the two closed their eyes to this strange and sublime taste. It felt impossible to describe with mere food-centric terms.

Of course it was sweet, but it was so many different notes of sweet. Sweet like honey, and chocolate, and crisp water on a sultry day. Of course it was rich, not a like cream or as salivating as a freshly baked bread. This richness was in lack of words hearty, wholesome, enveloping... better yet, enrapturing. In a sensation totally alien to them, this taste was better described in memories. It was not simply palatable. Not simple sweet or rich, it was both of them. Joined at their loins, pleasuring one another. In this moment that was what love tasted like. These two knew a lot about tastes, and the tastes of their customers in town. As the two reveled in their company they resumed their passionate thrusts, sucking in the cloud of essence and feeling its warmth glisten within their stomachs. The tree passed out it's final gift to the couple snaking a supple shoot around the stallion's shaft. As the two heaved in climax, the tree flushed in its own mix of juices, two chicken-sized eggs slowly inched their around the stallion's shaft and slid effortlessly into the mare's well-stretched hole. What better way to share their love, than with twins?

Ch. 4 (A-A-A-B-B-A): Her Joy (V.1)

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"They think they are in love?" The Hive Queen hissed. "Show them pure joy, and release their untapped power!"

From the corner of his eye he grimaced at his lover's know-it-all expression. Getting past her smugness was simple for Mendacious, he just had to play to her strengths and let herself become lost in the thrill. He motioned the first move. Lacing the field with innocent flower buds. They had a pungent odor that coated the air, leaving prey confused. Applejack grinned at his tactical play. The couple naively trotted through the flower buds, with their delicate vibrations the buds began to pop and lace the air in a thick ocher fog of spores. Mendacious turned to Applejack, coaxing her to follow-up.

Applejack thought of a risky move, but she was sure it would pay-off. she signaled one of the branches to split open and coat one of the dazed earth-ponies with the viscous tacky goo. A satisfy splurge of goo rained on the mare. As she, slid and slipped to her back her partner tried to rescue her. He hastily plunged himself into he goo, coating himself unknowingly in the stiffening sap. It almost felt too easy for Applejack, and she sighed knowing her lover would simply enact the inevitable, lace the gel in numbing toxins, make their pod, hoist them up, and harvest their essence. Sure enough she could feel him priming the tree for their extraction pod. A warmth pulse and Mendacious paused and turned to his queen. He could sense he unhappiness yet he could pin-point why. In their week of joining she had grown tired of his advances, even in the painful hours of their flesh fusing, Applejack had become immune to his stimuli. He browsed within her alien mind. Thoughts of the couple, their joy and Applejack's old memories looped. Memories from before the hive, during her innocence of the tree. Mendacious would do anything to make his queen moan for him again.

Then a devilish plan lingered in his mind, it was too risky he first thought. But the Hive queen was adamant in the earth-ponies feeling true joy, and he queen was sorely needing of some of her own. Anything for his queens he reassured himself. The thick thorns of the tree rolled out to the struggling couple, cracking the ground as it rippled towards them. The lanky stallion popped one of his hooves free, slapping the muck of his beloved's snout and trying his best to free him. As the roots rippled closer he could tell they had disturbed something magical and he hasted his efforts to clean her, pleading for the tree not to hurt them.

The mare heaved in the filthy air as she regained her ability to breath. She scream in terror to the roots coiling around them, anxious at what greater evil they had awoken. Finally a root snapped onto the stallion. He let out a quick gasp of pain, then his eyes grew dull. propping his body upwards the root raced through the stallion's spine, smaller vines interlaced and furled with surgical dexterity within the stallion's skull. The mare bellowed out a mournful cry as adrenaline coursed through her and she shattered her prison. She wrapped her hooves to her husband. Then a root whipped at her throat,and forced the mare off of him. She watched in horror and he husband's body slowly shook with alien motion. He leaned in grasping his wife. She weakly pounded her hooves to his encroaching body, silently submitting as she felt his heart was still beating. The spores around them danced in a tornado-like flurry, coating the two in a fine coat of reactive spores. Mendacious warmly nudged his queen's attention,but he noticed she was already intently watching. Her thoughts remained doubtful about his experiment,but he proved her doubts wrong.

As Mendacious commanding so to did the stallion's body obey. A wet kiss pecked the tearful mare. He hushed the mare sweetly as she tried to explain her fears. With the spores help he motioned the stallion to reveal his back. With the mare's heart at rest, Mendacious decided to help it race on his terms. Another kiss connected to the mare. She smiled happily, but urged them to leave. That's when the stallion embraced his wife in a tight hug, and Mendacious channeled himself wholly into the stallion below.

A playful twirl and playful push left his wife plopping in the thick, silky field of grass. She lightly chastised his laid back behavior, as she lifted the stallion fell on her, wrestling below in the towering grass. A little stimulation from the spores and the mare little by little was enjoying her husband's new-found friskiness. A few soft moans later and the two were exchanging kisses. Another tingle of spores dissolved into a heated vapor. The honey scent pleasured the mare's senses in more ways that smell. Her touch became a balancing act of hot and cold. The stallion mirthfully chuckled as the two witnessed each others beading sweat. A minuted lapsed as the two gazed blissfully at one another. Then both snapped,lunging their bodies like perfect puzzle pieces. Both of them gave out a relaxing sigh as the two got down and dirty.

These two were already gearing for the long-stretch, the mare's body swimming on her stallion like water. He held her body steadily as their bodies shook in their passion. Heavy pants and unabashed moans escaped their muzzles. They felt themselves compelled to steady their affections for a gift of something greater. The looming gift excited them both, slowly they calmed themselves opened their mouths and released their fangs unto each other. Even with the painful shock the two felt themselves continue, swallowing the blood of their partner. a foreign taste pumped out from their newly forged fangs, as the desire to breed and spread this power multiplied. A pulsating throb slowly rippled through the stallion's loins and his decent sized pecker tingled with new found vigor. A middle ball was forming in-between his natural ones. He grimaced as the felt them all connect and his sperm slowly funnel into his new growing mass. As it stretch in length and girth within his partner, she too felt her sex numbing in lieu of her incoming gifts.

A twitch from their sex's persuaded them to try out their new gifts. Another thought loom to go whole-hog with one another, and the couple couldn't have agreed more. Slapping their sexes as if they where the last ponies in Equestria. A priming stream of pre-seed bubbled out of the sweating stallion, and readied his wife for her own prize. A deep gurgle can from the stallion's acquired third gonad and it puffed up larger. Moments of pure fatigue rippled through the stallion as he felt his body hastily muster an egg. Another squirt of his pre-cum coated his wife's eager womb. Her maw was gaping, as she drooled in euphoria, enduring on as she continued to hammered herself on her partner solid shaft. His body churned, sapping all his strength into another egg. Exhausted the stallion readied his wife, and poured his remaining vigor into his climax. Two oval bulges snaked into his loving wife,then wave after wave of hot goo jetted out of the stallion like a wild hose. filling his partner like a balloon.

The ample liquid steadily flushed the eggs deep into the mare's ovaries. As the cum washed into her like a tsunami the bird-shaped eggs snugly embedded themselves to their home. The two released their hold on the couple, panting heavily themselves. Mendacious readied the tree for their new guest, but Applejack disagreed. She tempted her partner with the thoughts of their first children. Under the guise of these lovers,Applejack's first brood could begin in secret. Mendacious pleasantly agreed, proud of his partner's underhoofed plan.

Ch. 3 (B): Most Loyal Companion (V.1)

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Apple Bloom gasped softly to A.J. "Oh... H-hi Sis'. How's Sugarcube Corner?"

"Not the same without Pinkie, that's fer sure." A. J. motioned her arms for a hug, but Apple Bloom stayed frozen on the stairs. "What's wrong Sugarcube? Not even a hug fer your Big sis' now?" Applejack sighed.

"Oh...uh. You caught me at a bad time, rather sleepy is all."Apple Bloom bluffed, as her eyes darted from the stairs to her sister.

"You're more worried about shut eye than greet'n yer own sister, fine. Can you atleast-"

"Winona is in the barn" Apple Bloom spat as she ran back upstairs.

"The barn!" Applejack growled as she rushed to her collie.


I can't ba'leave what's gone on in only one month! Winona's kicked to the barn, Granny's been moved ta Cottonseed Cottage I reckon, and Apple Bloom doesn't wanna to hug her sis' no more!

She had made it halfway to the barn before the pungent smell of pollen over took her senses, and she began to sneeze in a seizure. The fire in her lungs grew as she sneezed, and she tried to cover her snout but to no avail.

An herbal scent broke through the pollen and A.J arose to see Zecora.

"Quickly we must go, if you do not wish to be alone." She said, then she galloped into the forest. Applejack didn't have much time to question Zecora's quick rescue, but she also knew that the Flutter-pollen was having worsening effects on her

She charged after Zecora.
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Contemplating Zecora's appearance, A.J didn't notice the Herbal potpourri had faded, and succumbed to the pollen's attack.

Ch. 3((B-A)(C-A)): Familiar Friend (V.2)

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Applejack was having a hard time keeping up with the Zebra. She'd catch glimpses of Zecora passing trees, then jumping over bushes. But this didn't keep Applejack's speed from slowing down. Her mind wasn't fully concentrated on following her rhyming friend, it dwelled on the dire state of her family, her friends and Ponyville.

"You will be of no help to those who admire, if you are not able to see what truly has transpired." Zecora yelled. Applejack dug her hooves into the moist earth. stopping her self before she ran completely past Zecora's hut. She chuckled embarrassingly scratching her forehead with a hoof.

"What is going on 'round here Zacora?" Applejack asked. Zecora waved her hoof into her hut.

"See for yourself... " Zecora sighed. Applejack slowly trotted into the faintly illuminated hut. Zecora's cauldron was tipped over, green web-like sheets covered the Zebra's roof. "Does this display not reflect... how a certain loveless queen left Canterlot bedecked ?"

"But Shining Armor and Princess Cadence's magic flew her sky high? There's no way she could've made it back so fast."

"Applejack you still fail to see... what if the Changeling you saw was instead a Pony?"

"Pony..." Applejack gulped. She didn't like where this conclusion was heading. "If you know what's going on here, can you just tell me. Those new Changeling thingies took Apple Bloom and Big Macintosh!"

"Then it is what I fear would come to pass... The Nymphlequine have re-emerged at last. But was no simple feat...Thier race was hidden within stone and bound to sheet. An ancient book that foretold of races that present day have gone faceless. We must read from its phrases, and lock its pages."

"Zacora... how in the hay seed are we supposed to find this book? These Nymph-what's 'er calleds are all over Ponyville... some of them are even getting promoted to weather control in Cloudsdale! Not to mention the pollen out there is unbearable. It's thick and scratches your throat, stings too."

"What was that?" Zecora droned in seriousness.

"The pollen stings?" Applejack repeated slowly.

"Things are much worse than I could have fathomed. There is not one, but two hives feeding on Ponyville's passion? Walking into Ponyville would lead to harmony's defeat. They Nymphlequine channel within the pollen... and they scream to the element of deceit." Zecora flinched backward.

"...They." Applejack's eyes watered. "They got you too?"

"I was the second they raptured... but I haven't given in yet. I want to help Applejack, I want to... protect." Zecora heaved. "The pollen can not break through the forest so well. Stay out of the pollen, stay away from the scents, remain hidden in the forest and you... you won't be captured." Zecora's rhymes where breaking as she held herself back from Applejack. Her body hunched over as she screamed. Three pencil-thin arm-sized bones split out from each of her scapula.

"Run my friend, don't turn back.. but keep to the forest and alert of attack!" She hollered. Applejack galloped out of Zecora's hut, she made her way to the Royal Sister's old castle. There she would stay and gather enough intel via recon to plan a flawless rebellion.

Ch. 3 ((B-A)/(C-A)): Familiar Friend Cont. (V.7)

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Within the sea of crickets and shade of the forest, Applejack had been planning. There was so much to account for though, who was a Nymph-sympathizer, or a Nymph-pony, like Apple Bloom, what time of day to strike... The list was only growing the longer she stayed here. In the forest, within the decrepit halls of the royal sister's old castle. It had taken her considerable time, but soon she was going to get the upper-hoof and save her friends. Together they would save Equestria form this menace, just like the others. She checked the moon's position. A subtle ripple in the wind eased her worries.

"Glad you came." Applejack said.

"I did as you requested" said the stallion.

"What did you learn about my family?" A.J pressed.

"They are well into their metamorphosis... Should we not try the treatment on someone earlier?"

"Don't question my motives, Remedy... If anyone is to be questioned It's you." Applejack barked.

"Calm yourself Honesty, I empathize with your compassion, but if you wish to cure your family. You'll need to restrain your impatience. " He reasoned. Eropia was not grown in a day." He innocently chimed.

"Eropia? What's that?" Applejack wondered.

"It was the Nymphlequi capital. A towering spire that the queen's would used to store food and develop new Nymphs." Remedy answered.

"That sounds... mighty frightening. You don't think one 'a those things is up now do ya?" She asked.

"It's doubtful, but knowing that more than one queen is in Ponyville. It would be a logical step to create one. An Eropian tree would be the way to surplus on..."He started to ramble, his voiced lowered as he finished his thought. " "Organic tissue"." He bowed his head as he remembered he wasn't talking to a fellow Nymph. In fact he wasn't quite sure why the orange mare didn't kill him outright. He had wishful thinking that his lost Queen of Kindness was the reason. Maybe her love was still masking his true nature?

"Who do you think we should test the treatment on?" Applejack asked.

"Well... It would have to be a Nymph, one with true love. The farther the generation, the harder the process will be." Remedy replied.

"You want me to test it on a Nymph? Those monsters are the reason I'm here in the first place."

Remedy's eyes narrowed, but he held his temper."Yes, but You but cut the flow by the course. The best way would be to alter the genes, and erase the corrupted DNA."

"And what about the fastest way." Applejack bitterly spat, wanting no part of his plan.

His sour glare revealed his reluctant to answer her truthfully. "There is no easy way." he lied. Applejack's eyes narrowed.

"You think I don't know you're one of 'em. I know, and I was might impressed of myself for not stomping you f'er the bug ye' are. Than it dawned on me like the morning call of a rooster. If you've been helping me, your either think I'm some chump to fall for y'er kinds tricks twice, or you need something from me, and can't take it. So what'll it be Remedy."

"It's not just me dear Applejack, the Nymphlequi need you." He hurried his hooves to block Applejack from leaving outright. An owl broke the growing silence as they each glared at one another, calculating every minute twitch, or tell, something to read. Remedy lowered his hood slowly, all that hinted to his Changeling lineage was his fangs and glossy-pearlescent eyes.

"How come you look different than the others?"Applejack asked inquisitively.

"Fluttershy and I shared a moment of true love." He cooed reminiscently.

"I thought Fluttershy was with Zerene?" she said confused.

Remedy hissed lowly, shielding his anger as his form quickly reverted from Nymph to Changeling. "He stole her from me... ruined our chances of joining Equestria peacefully. Him and his delusional queen, They want to control Equestria, transform it to a singular image. That kind if thinking, only leads to extinction... or being cursed back into exile. I wanted real peace, true unity with the new Equestrian races."

Applejack sat down as he spoke, little of what the Nymph was saying was truly making much sense to her, but not in lack of trying to understand. She remembered him telling her from previous meetings that the ancient Queen, Imago had different dreams of peace and unity. And it was clear to her Remedy had a plethora of knowledge of the past, and all the baggage that accompanied such wisdom. Still, it bit at her conscious that Remedy was a Changeling and how he had violated one of the sweetest ponies she had ever known. Through everything Remedy knew, and through all his impassioned talks of wanting to help the forcibly changed Ponies there was no doubt... he was holding back.

"How did Fluttershy change you?" She probed.

"We shared memories... and essence, and as I explained before, true love."

"Yeah, you keep bringing that up." A.J. chimed, letting out a nicker of hot air. "I just wanna make ma'self perfectly clear. I want Equestria back to the way it was. I ain't happy with what you did to Fluttershy, and I ain't too keen on trust'in another I can tell is hiding something from me. You told me before about that special bite, how it transfers information of me into you."

"Yes, equine scrying... It's used for seeing if another is-" Remedy tried to explain again.

"Yeah, yeah." A.J interrupted, not interested in hearing the disgusting details again. -"What would happen if you bit me?" She hesitantly asked.

"I'm not sure I follow...You're not interested in my kind, nor do you want to mate..." Remedy slowly reasoned. "What is your motive?"

"I need trust. I still can't tell if you're baiting me like one of the others, or if you're only interested in my element." Applejack explained bluntly. "If we are going to move forward, save Equestria from these super-Nymphs than we need to trust each other."

Remedy smiled. He slowly approached her. "I agree. Shall I proceed?" Applejack nodded to him, lifting an open shackle.

"Until I trust you, you're going to be needing this." Applejack quietly relished locking the nymph with the thick steel shackles.Remedy smirked, trying to hide any bit of erotic excitement he harbored to the thought of being chained. Applejack weaved the thick chained around his body and through loops in the castle's room. With a simple step on the chain Remedy would be yanked back, and his hooves would be splay out.

"Interesting." He mused.

"Alright. Now we can continue." Applejack huffed, due to her quick workout. Cautiously she leaned her neck to his maw. "Nice and easy."she coached.

Remedy grinned, bearing his fangs in an open maw and placed the tips unto her skin. Then he snapped his upper jaw tightly, puncturing her neck with ease. He arched his tongue, which relaxed the sac of numbing fluid. Applejack grimaced, shuddering under the sheer power of his jaw. She readied her hoof to the the tight chain that bound him, softly leaning to it as the numbness increased. Remedy lifted his fangs, licking the wound with his tongue.

"Something is wrong... I must be too hungry." He suspected.

"No. That's not what I agreed on." Applejack protested.

"We need this bond Applejack. Trust will be required for your friends to be safe." Remedy assured her.

Applejack knew he was right. The whole situation didn't sit well with her. In her eyes, he had started this whole mess. Yet here he was asking her for sexual favors, and begging for food. "All Im giving you is a hoof, Nymph."

"That should suffice." He pleasantly quipped.

Applejack stretched a hoof back, and innocently patted into down his body as she searched for his pecker. Remedy let the mare coyly feel his toned body, not being to shy about how he sweetly enjoyed her naivety. He traced his tongue teasingly along her neck's fur, baiting her to press on his chains. And the mare did, jolting his limps aside and quickly revealing his glistening device, anxiously pulsating for her touch. Applejack let out a disgusted huff, pinning the down chain with some castle debris. How could Fluttershy even think this thing was worth loving... even tolerating? She wrapped her hoof nonchalantly to his shaft and starting rubbing its length.

The sensation was meager to what Remedy was accustomed to, but in his heightened hunger,it felt as good as a pair of tight labia. She increased her pace, fulling cupping his meat. The dull noise of his skin fapping silenced the calls of nature around them, piercing Applejack's confidence. A dribble of precum bubbled up from his erect member and slowly leaked down to her hooves. Applejack tried her best to breathe slowly as she aided Remedy, believing that pretty much any fluid that leaked from him was going to make her body uncomfortably desperate. And her theories where true, the scent of his pre-cum was exuding a pleasant aroma that A.J. was fighting herself not to taste.

More of the glossy liquid oozed from him. Applejack scoffed at how easy this renown sex stud was climaxing to a simple hoof-job. Wait, how did she know that? Applejack focused on the task at hoof, Remedy's soaking wet cock. Curiosity overcame her conscious and she plunged his shaft deep into her mouth. With a heavy *slurp* she swallowed the delicious cream. As Applejack exhaled she felt a coolness waft from her gaping mouth. Sex mist drifted from her mouth and into Remedy's. Applejack wondered if that is all he needed, just a simple suck of his dick to be rewarded with food. If that was the case than there was no doubt the Nymphs in Ponyville were well fed, with the amount of residence it held it was an easy feeding ground. Well-fed Nymphs meant more of them, and different kinds. Since a queen would have more than enough drones to experiment. Experiment? What the hay was A.J's mind going on about. Remedy groaned painfully as he shot out another load of pre-cum. It splattered all over her face and chest like a cream pie, beading up into a slick oil.

"Couldn't... hold it... any longer..." Remedy panted. He readied himself for the painful stretch he was sure Applejack was going to deliver. But The mare delivered a whole other kind if stretch that left Remedy drooling like a pet. A hard suck down his whole shaft. As she panted feverishly Remedied feasted on the banquet of her blossoming lust. A deeper take of his member had Remedy's right leg involuntarily twitching in release. He unshamefully chirruped in pleasure, and rewarded Applejack with a sweeter batch of pre-seed. She moaned pitifully to his musk, her body shuddered to the cold breeze that sporadically wisped past her glistening slit. Remedy licked his lips, tempted to take her completely. Carnal instincts echoed that he must. It was his purpose. It was her design, but he fought his inner voices, and his perverse DNA. He forced his throbbing shaft back into the sheath, groaning as his body tried to cram his fully erect shaft in. This snapped Applejack of of her hay fever. She stepped away for him in a daze, pushing the debris and freeing Remedy from his torturous bondage. He latched his fangs back to her wound, and felt his mind calm as his blood and other chemicals tricked into her.

Applejack moaned softly as he bit onto her once more, her nerves pulsed with desire and the old cum clogged her senses with his musk. Her body shot between a quiet castle and the thundering pound of blood passing into her. In her heat, she slinged Remedy back into his stiff bindings, putting all her weight into bucking a near by pillar. As the pillar toppled over three of the metal loops snapped from their posts and whipped around the room, causing Remedy to thud with a painful snap of his legs.

He wailed in pain, unable to move as the cowmare approached him with blissful eyes. Before he could reason with her she was sliding her hot sex on his sheath, it took little to coax it out of its cover and in rejoice it sprayed her labia in a thick richly-laced aphrodisiac. A billowing moan left the enraptured mare as she slid herself eagerly onto his shaft. Remedy grimace as his body rewarded her with more of the hot pre-cum, filling her full of the aphrodisiac. Remedy felt his esophagus shut on him as he tried to speak. He winced as he felt his pre-cum showering in her sex as she pumped her thighs with finesse. Remedy closed his eyes turning away from her as she dominated his desires. She was perfect, his body beckoned readying him for a large haul of eggs, even as he forced himself to stop. Her body leaned closer as she whispered to him.

"How 'bout we make our own hive..." She moaned longingly.

Remedy felt his throat relax and he croaked mournfully. "No! Applejack... I don't want to do this. I want to help you, not change you!" He pleaded as he felt his shaft thicken for her new brood. Applejack continued, forcing herself deeper on his shaft. Sweat was beading off her as she worked his piece like a master. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and she teased him to bite her again. His neck instinctively lunged to her other shoulder, this time her blood tickled into his mouth and he drank from her. His mind quieted as he witnessed brief moments of her life, her family and her code. On a primitive stance her code was rich for mutation, a brood with her would be the most resilient to corruption from other hives, they would be genetically superior to the illusive Nymphs that preyed on Ponyville. The last trickle of blood hummed with Applejack's thoughts of the present.

His heartbeat faded in, his visioned returned and he found A.J. still on top of him.

"How did it feel?" she said.

The air around them was calm again.He felt the cold breeze on his shaft, signaling to him that she'd dismounted. Obviously she hand't considered his aphrodisiac to be as strong as it was, as her cunt was coyly gliding along the budge of the readied eggs.

"I was helpless, lost to my desires and, I felt I had failed you." Remedy answered tears building in his eyes. He sniffled, forcing his erratic breaths to calm. It was then that he understood her. He, for a moment felt how Fluttershy had. He knew why Applejack despised his kind. "Thank you for this insight, Applejack."

Applejack softly smiled. "Well... uh, don't get used to that kind a' treatment. I just wanted to teach ya a lesson... and see how well ya could resist."

"I didn't... finish did I?" Remedy asked worriedly.

"No, not ya didn't." Applejack reassured him. "But if what I saw was true, would that be so bad? Could... these Nymphs help us?"

"That's all up to you Applejack." Remedy said. "You know how well little ones will listen."

"I... I'll do whatever it takes to save the ones I care for." She coldly stated.

"Now those are words I can honestly trust." uttered Remedy.

Ch. 3(B-B)/(C-B): Second Warning (V.4)

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The pollen began to blinding her senses,as she readied herself for a gallopto catch up to Zecora her hooves buckled, lunging her in to the ground.


As Applejack awoke she found her hooves tied tightly to her patient bed. She had ended up a patient of Cottonseed Cottage, and she had no idea why. Cottonseed was for the hoarse and old, and A.J was anything but. A.J let out a inaudible squeak for help, she let out another cry, which sounded closer to a bird's chirp.

The Flutter-pollen had turned her hoarse. She inspected her room nervously. It was a single patient room, balanced between home aesthetics like a bookshelf, dresser, and mirror and muted hospital colors with thick Manehatten blinds. The room's air was void of smell, besides the uneasy "hospital smell". A.J lifted her chest as high as her binds allowed her. She flopped her chest as her door opened. A.J's brows tugged closely in confusion.

"Ne-rse R-ad... H-Arrrrt?!" Applejack cracked out. The nurse rushed over to her, floating a cup of water to A.J's lips.

"Red Heart is my sister, I'm Pink Heart." The nurse assured her. A.J opened her muzzle, welcoming the divine fluid to her arid throat.

"Granny... here?" A.J asked after swallowing the water.

"Now, I wouldn't be worried about Granny Smith, she's with our capable mind now." Pink Heart hummed as she tightened A.J's bindings.

"Our... No. Yer not one of them... are ya?!" Applejack hollered.

"What's so bad about them Jackie?" She asked as her voice distorted to Sophist's. "They just want to help you grow and thrive... They just want to reclaim what they've lost." her voice morphed to Apple bloom's "We need ya."

"Not feeling too generous to help I reckon."Applejack mumbled.

Sophist leaned in close to A.J "Being the element of Honesty, I don't mind that at all." Sophist climbed up on the patient bed. "Now let's cure you of your weakness."

"I'm anything but weak!" A.J protested "You can't even face me fair!" Applejack growled. She spat at Sophist. Sophist gasped and wiped the spit off her snout. She sniffed it curiously, then licked it. Applejack grimaced in disgust.

"I don't know what my brother saw in you..." Applejack growled darkly.

Sophist giggled bittersweetly. "Do you want me to find out?"

A.J cringed. "No!" she yelled.

"It was when I saw her enter Sweet Apple Acres." Big mac's voice droned. "I could tell by scent alone she was right for me. Eeyup, no Earth-Pony I've known could make me feel like she has."

"Stop it!" Applejack screamed. She tugged at her bindings.

Sophist gave a soft kick to A.J's barrel, egging the Cowmare to pull harder. The Flutter-pony pressed her gaskins tight to the flailing earth-pony, riding her like a rodeo pony. "There, there Applejackie. " She cooed softly.

"Quit bucking calling me that!" Applejack roared, she felt the upper right binding snap and she hurled her hoof to Sophist. Sophist sulked her head after the blow. A.J roped one of her antennae around her hoof and yanked it closer.

Apple Bloom voice screamed from Sophist. "You're hurting us!" she cried.

"Nice try Sophist, but I'm not falling fer any of that mind stuff. Let me go." Apple bloom's sobs rang throughout the room. "This isn't a trick Applejack, We are all connected."

Applejack held back the tears from her eyes. "An' who made that choice! Who decided to go let these things change you!"

"I just wanted to fit in!" Apple bloom protested in between sobs. Applejack let go. Sophist's head slowly lifted up. "Can you ever forgive me sis' ?"

"I'll be sure tell you face ta' face." Applejack said, "Right now I have to break free from the hospital."

Sophist grinned to A.J. "Clever."

"I like to think I am." A.J grinned.

"Let me help cure you of that." Sophist said plainly as she exhaled a cool mist and placed her hooves around the orange mare's mouth. Applejack cringed, flailing her body and free leg wildly. "Calm your self Applejack! The harder you resist, the quicker the Moth Dew will sedate you... You don't want me to win so easily do you?" she spoke throughout A.J's mind. Her breath released more Moth Dew as she teased Applejack.

"I... Want. You. to... to let. Let me..." Applejack furrowed her eyebrows as she concentrated harder on her words. "Let... let me."

"I'll let you do anything Applejack... I'll even let you free." She whispered. "But first, let me do one thing?" Applejack's head slowly nodded.

"Let me release your anxieties." She moaned. Her lips cupped over A.J's, her saliva-coated tongue wrapping A.J's still tongue. Applejack shivered to the rush of heat trickling to her clitoris. She gave a playful yank to Applejack's tongue. Her emerald eyes enthralling the bound mare, and she lunged her body upwards, attempting to drink her aphrodisiac-laced spit. "Aren't we greedy for pleasure." Sophist chuckled in Applejack's mind.

"Yes." A.J. moaned softly in honesty.

"I'll skip the introductions then, It seems like you're not so strong after a month of wet dreams. But you remember what happens in your dream right?"

Applejack nodded shamefully.

"Then you know I'm not going to be able to fully cure you Applejack. You're going to need a stallion's help."

"Yes... I... I know." She groaned. "Can I have him?"

Sophist smiled, sliding her body around so she could witness Applejack's salivating marehood. She rested her body on A.J, letting her tongue cover the cowmare's beet-red button. Applejack let out a pleasure-filled cry. Sophist slowly slid her tongue across the mare's labia and on her backtrack she lowered her whole muzzle so that her tongue would poke into her vagina. Her tongue traced the rim of her clit for four or three loops until she could hear Applejack panting for more. "For every lie you can tell me, I'll give a suckle."


"Granny Smith's favorite fruit are oranges?" She bit her lip as the pleasure from her clitoris ebbed through her body.

"Apple bloom's best friends with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon!" Her back legs shook involuntarily at Sophist's reward.

"Good, good! Now tell me a truth and I'll give you a lick instead."Sophist ordered.

"Twilight is very smart, Fluttershy's good with animals, Rarity is generous, Rainbow Dash is mighty loyal and-"

"And what about Pinkie Pie?" Sophist cut A.J off. "Doesn't she make you smile?... doesn't she give you joy?"

"I hope she's doing alright... I haven't felt much laughter and joy since she left."

"Nonsense Applejack!" Sophist huffed, as she plunged her tongue deep into Applejack's marehood. I'm spreading the the Joy of love to everypony!"Sophist moaned.

Applejack gasped as her upper body flung to the pleasure and snapped her upper left bind. What laid before the horny mare was a tantalizingly dripping marehood. She pulled aside Sophist's labias and sent her tongue in like a straw to lap up her honey-like discharge. Her juices were sweeter than an hard earned stout of apple cider, sweeter than Mrs. Cake's triple cherry chimichangas. She didn't know how long she spent licking her dripping slit, but she did know that Big Mac's words were beginning to make sense.

Her scent was divine. Better than what her dreams had imagined. Better than anything she could compare to. Sophist's scent... resonated with Applejack.

Her tongue was beginning to ache from her constant licking, and Applejack's mind had tuned out the comforting moans of her lover. She had tuned out to everything but the smell of her, and both their heart beats. Each were erratic, yet both where in unison. Sophist turned her gaze to Applejack and her voice pierced through Applejack's concentration.

"Are you ready from him?"
or
"Do you still want me?"

Ch. 3 (B-B-A)/(C-B-A): Just as She Had Dreamed (V.1)

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"I'm ready for 'im." Applejack cooed. Sophist nodded as she dismounted the bed, and left the room. Her brother trotted in, his wings and body just like how her dreams envisioned, yet she still let out a shocked gasp. Her brother didn't waste anytime on her expression. He unhitched the metal on the remaining bindings, pinned his sister to the wall and punctured her marehood with ease, given her marehood was finely coated in Sophist's tongue lube. He rested his head to her wither. Applejack gave a sharp cry as her back and vagina throbbed, his unbashful approach had masked his bite into her shoulder. She roped her hooves to his neck as her body jostled from his thrusts.

There was nothing in Applejack's consciousness but the desire of each deep thrust her brother gave, the sensation of euphoria as his thick dick slithered along her walls, the warmth of his sacs slapping her rump as he lifted in her, and the exchange of cinnamon musk to honey breath. His beading sweat rolled defiantly down his muted face as he rocked his little sister into ecstasy.

"Are you going to make me one of those Flutter-ponies?" she panted.

"Eeyup."

"Can you make sure I don't get anything too fancy?"

"Eeyup."

"Brother... you know I'll always love you and Apple Bloom, right?"

"Eeyup." He moaned once more as his rod stretched uncomfortably in Applejack. She braced herself as the eggs stacked into her one by one. Big Macintosh tilted her down to the bed as a hot wave of cum washed all of the eggs deep into their new queen. "You're going to make a great queen sis'. Mother told me you'd be perfect." He smiled widely. brushing his hoof in her tangled hair.

"Eeyup!" He added.

Ch. 3: Just as She Had Dreamed Cont. (V.1) (B-B-A)/(C-B-A)

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Applejack slowly traced her hoof down her brother's sturdy chitin chest piece. Void of care as her brother was fully engorged and priming his sister, his queen for her third brood. She was the quickest to adapt out of the converted Bearers of Harmony. Her nymph children were wild with boundless energy that the other Nymphli found hard to harness to the Hive Queen's desires. They held a strange mutation that made their feelers unable to sense the pollen around them, in turn making the Hive Queen unable to control them. Yet the Hive Queen didn't mind, while the other Nymphli were diurnal Applejack's broods loved to work at night. This gave the Nymphlequine a dedicated force to watch over Ponyville at night while the other Nymphli and hosts could sleep.

In the following week of Applejack's crowning, when she hatched from her chrysalis. She noticed Big Macintosh had become very passionate to her needs, before Applejack even tensed her muscles to speak, or move Macintosh was already on the task. His personality shifted like day and night, almost servile in the morning, to a love-drunk drone by star light. His panting had become a welcoming sensation. Wafts of cinnamon with all its subtleties helped the budding queen distinguish her Brother's hunger. A spicy cinnamon that bit at her throat omened a restless night, and a sweet cinnamon trumpeted her new broods arrival. With her Honeycrisp scent mixing with her brother's, patient room C-1 smelled more liked a bakery then the stale air the Nymph nurses circulated.

Applejack moaned slowly as she non-nonchalantly tasted the essence the two of them were exuding. Sublime. As she inhaled more to her lips her skin shivered, trickling down to her tail. The churning of her brother's hot seed flushing into her made Applejack's mouth gap pleasantly, dribbling her saliva as she came along with him. She couldn't see this becoming menial anytime soon. Mother was pleased with her, even if her children were a bit unruly.

They where all family. That's what mattered most to Applejack.

One. Happy. Family.

Ch. 3 (B-B-B)/(C-B-B): Just As She Had Wished (V.2)

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"Stay with me." Applejack begged.

"As you wish Jackie." Sophist smiled. She loosened Applejack's lower bindings then turned her body around to greet Applejack's love-struck daze. As she turned back her cheeks were flushed. "Close your eyes... please."

Applejack did so, even tilting her head away. Sophist closed hers, as she readied her fangs. Applejack groaned as she felt a warm liquid pulse throughout her blood. Sophist channeled to her Hive Queen, looking for the DNA to satisfy her new queen. When her eyes had opened she had received her mutation. She winced as she watch her bead-like sex button elongate. From its base were two equally sized tentacles, which wrapped themselves into a thick braid melding their tip into one sucker. Sophist slowly sank her shaft into Applejack. Both gave out a sensual moan. Sophist plunged the shaft's full length, locking itself inside Applejack's cervix.

The Nymph gave out a relieved groan as each of the hollow tentacles pores spewed a concoction of heated gel and cooling mist that drove Applejack's senses wild. Her back hooves shook erratically as the tentacles coated all of her sex in a thick layer of water-absorbing gel. From the pores developed hair thin feelers that twisted themselves into two rope-sized braids. Each braid hooked to one of Applejack's ovaries. Sophist's suctioned tentacles fused into one hollow rod. These feelers stretched the whole length of her ovaries, then each feeler split and fused into a new hollow tentacle.

Sophist drooled in euphoria as the para-sympathetic encasing over her eggs popped whilst passing through her clit-tentacles. The fluid saturated the absorbent gel wall. Each egg scraped within the ever contracting tunnel until Sophist gave one final thrust to release all the eggs at once. The back-splash of fluid melted the gel, solidifying Applejack's brood. Sophist wrapped herself around her queen.

"Serve her well, Queen Jackie." Sophist whispered. A.J weakly nodded as she faded asleep. Sophist wrapped her arms around Applejack's shoulders and tightly hugged her. "The Hive Queen commands that I not stay your special somepony, I'm here to advance your metamorphosis." She sighed.

She bent her legs to A.J's behind. Then she felt her hive queen force her DNA to devolve. Her soft fur began to sag and stretch, its buttermilk hue mutated into translucent sludge. Sophist let out a few salt-absent tears as she felt her body lose its feeling, her eyes retracted as her brain melted into the primordial mucus. The ooze kept its form for a moment or so, until every last inch of the being known as "Sophist" was only a reserved genome. The fluid encapsulated Applejack, cycling over itself like a glass-blower. All the tentacles Sophist had used remained in position as the ooze worked its way securely to its host. Now Applejack could be fertilized by any donor.

Ch. 3: Just As She Had Wished Cont. (B-B-B)/(C-B-B))

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The sharp ringing diluted the erratic palpitations around her. As Applejack filled her lungs with air, and exhaled a labored breath. How long had she been sleeping? How long until she could see again? She didn't know the answers personally, but she could hear whispers and fragments to her questions. She knew she didn't feel the same. It wasn't fatigue,this felt nothing like the time she tried to buck all of Sweet Apple Acres. A feat that began to feel more and more rewarding than what she had submitted to. Applejack didn't even know she found the same sex attractive. Technically Sophist wasn't really female the more that Applejack thought about it. She felt a soft pair of lips kiss her cheeks.

"Sophist" Applejack mouthed, she could only heard muffled voices. Another kiss wet her lips. The ringing faded as she heard Sophist speak.

"Good morning my queen, your metamorphosis was a success." Applejack gave another labored breath.

"Am I hearing the... the hive?" A.J. mouthed.

"In time your senses will come to ignore beating of the Hive Queen, as long as you do not ignore her words." Sophist chuckled. "The Hive Mind is only here to preserve our survival. But enough of that, let me release you from your Chrysalis so you may revel in your imago!" Sophist cheered.

Her body shook momentarily until a hoof thrusted through her personal husk. The vacuum of sound popped Applejack's ears as she stretched out of her temporary tomb. Her balance wavered as she clung to Sophist. Sophist turned her gaze to a mirror, which Applejack stared at bewildered at her reflection.

"This...is me? How'd I..." Applejack started to say. but Sophist turned her queen's head back to her.

"The Hive Queen insisted that you should be a brood queen and join the Nymphlequine fully. In gratitude of her wishes, she has promised that Apple Bloom will not be harmed so long as you are loyal..." Sophist leaned in close to kiss Applejack, but she turned away. Before Applejack could even voice her resentment over being blackmailed. Applejack hit the floor. Her muscles boiled in the heat of the Hive Queen's command.

"I am your family now!" Sophist spat with venom. Her voice wasn't her own, but eerily similar. Sophist's head leaned away for a moment. She hunched back, rubbing a hoof to her temple to brace the pain."Applejack." The voice sweetly called out. "There's no need to get angry, and no need for fighting. I-I'm going to make everyone family. No one will be without love, family... and Honesty." The voice assure her. "Now come here." Sophist opened her arms wide. Applejack winced to the eeriness, yet she felt her body move. As Sophist clasped her queen tightly she whispered.

"Please do not second guess our queen again." Sophist begged as she held back her tears.

"Sorry Sugarcube." Applejack said sincerely.

Ch. 3 (C): Mend'in Hearts (V.2)

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Already noon and Applejack had finally made it to old Cottonseed Cottage. She tried her best not to reflect on the dismal display her family had transformed to. Her hopes lingered dimly in the solaces of Granny Smith. She rested her head on the receptionist's desk as she waited.

"Ms. Applejack?" The receptionist called. Applejack lifted her head in response. "Granny Smith has been expecting visitors." She smiled cheerfully. She ushered Applejack to the waiting room. While Applejack waited she felt her skin shiver slightly to the Manehattan temperature controlled room. A bored sigh of air gave off a light cloud. She fiddled herself deep into the chair's stiff heated cushion.

"Pony-feathers I hope I ain't wait'in 'ere all day." Applejack protested. Applejack woke up to the unassuming jingle from the bells hung unto the waiting room's door. She smeared the strand of drool off of her chin with a hoof as one of the nurses approached her.

"Ms. Applejack."

"Nnnn-yea." Applejack mumbled in her grogginess.

"Mrs. Smith is ready for you now. She's in room C." The nurse stated, she turned back towards the receptionist's desk.

Applejack jumped to her hooves as she clambered herself presentable. As she opened the door to B-6 she heard a heartwarming laughter fill the air. There she was. Granny Smith resting on a bed, waving a cast arm at her. "Granny!" Applejack cried, her limbs reinvigorated at the sight of a friendly face.

"Why hay there stranger!" Granny chuckled.

"I'm so glad your safe!"

"I have ter admit it I thought dat Sophie gal was giv'in me a hard time just because I didn't like 'er be'in so frisky with Big Mac. But she was nice'a enough ta get me this room 'ere while my arm rests up."

"What happened to your arm Granny?"

"I dun slipped on the stairs!" Granny cackled. "It seems so silly, I been liv'in in dat house fer 'ears! Ya think I know my way around the stairs. Sophie said it was a natural thing fer my limbs to give out, don't know why a mare 'er age is tell'in me how my own body works, but I gave up try'in to correct the gal. We're both better that way." Granny smiled.

"Let me get this straight. Ya slipped on the stairs, broke ya arm, and you've been in Old Cottonseed Cottage recover'in all this time?"

"Funny how they named it Old Cottonseed cottage? This place has only been 'ere for a few months... it's like who ever built it wanted the biuld'in to fit in...

"Granny?" Applejack looked puzzled at her.

"I'm just say'in... that maybe things are better off feel'in new. What's wrong with that awkward stage when your just try'in to fit in?" Granny mumbled. Her eyes twitched slowly, mouth gaping as one of the nurses walked into the room.

"What's go'in on with her? She's talk'n all crazy-like." Applejack asked.

"Both her head and left arm were injured in the fall. We've been administering small doses of medicine to help her cope with the pain." she replied "Granny's been resting her arm on the medicine's tube recently." the nurse muttered grimly.

"I'll keep her from do'in that." Applejack lied.

The nurse smiled sweetly. "Please do. Everytime she blocks that tube I have to run in here and untangle it from her cast."

As the nurse left Applejack turned back to Granny and softly applied her hoof to the tube. "What's really go'in on here Granny."

"It's so cold when your alone... when there's no one there to love you. You get so cold that everything becomes so strange. Everypony becomes so alien."

"Now that you mention it that wait'n room is rather cold." Applejack said. she felt Granny's cast rub against her. She was telling her something... Secretly alluding to something, but Applejack couldn't figure what.

"That's all right Applejack dear!" Granny burst out cackling. " Sometimes ya find some insects in your apples... Did I ever tell you about Nymphdids, at least that is what I called 'em. Nymphdids love to burrow into the bottom of unripe apples. They do this to infect the apple's seeds. It makes the fruit of the apple very bitter as well, but they can mask the bitterness..." Granny stopped.

Applejack leaned in. She heard a soft snore emanate from Granny. She'd fallen asleep. Applejack jostled Granny's right arm a bit. She resumed her tale.

"with allur'in scents to trick the unsuspect'in pony into eat'in the apple. The Nymphdids are long gone, but now all the seeds are infected! Now you might be wonder'in why the Nymphdid's little trick is such a bad thing... all those infected seeds will make orchards of inedible fruit... at least to ponies. The Nymphdid's love bitter apples."

Applejack nodded to Granny. "The Nymphdids are long gone now Granny. I'll make sure of it."

Granny leaned closer to Applejack with watery eyes. "At least they haven't infected the whole orchard." Granny caressed her right hoof to Applejack's cheek. Applejack darted her eyes to the door's window. She could here muffled commotion from the hallway drawing closer. Applejack saw a monochrome mohawk charge towards the door. Zecora slammed her back against the door as she closed it.

"Zacora? What the hay are you do'in here?" Applejack asked suspiciously.

"A Nymphdid! She's got Nymphdid all over her!" Granny shouted in fear.

"I have little time to reminisce. We must make haste before they activate the mist. Come with me Applejack to my abode, but you must come with me alone."

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"Now you wait just'a moment. I can't leave Granny like this!" Applejack protested.

"I'm not head'n anywhere near that Nymphdid!" Granny yelled. "Nurse! Somepony get that Nymphdid away!" she cried.

Zecora gave a disapproving look, then nodded her head. "You made your choice, now I shall make mine." Zecora leapt from the door, prying Applejack from the bed. "Cease your resistance, or else you too they will turn blind!" She yelled. "You see her unrest and you wish to comfort, but each moment we delay will decrease our rapport." Zecora had one leg outside of the room's window, as she continued to wrestle with Applejack.

"She's the only family I got left Zacora let go!" Applejack cried. Defeated the Zebra let go of the stubborn mare. She fled, slapping the window behind her. The rooms filled with a tear-wrenching gas. Applejack positioned the nearby mask onto Granny as she choked and seized. Her lungs were burning as the gas was relentless, by the time the gas had stopped the mare was quivering on the floor from muscle fatigue. A final prick from the nurse's needle and Applejack was out.