Despite the world being shrouded in eternal night, they still had heat from the sun. The sunlight would shine from behind the Moon, however through the aura that enveloped the world it looked like a black glow was surrounding the moon instead. As much as the Nightmare Queen hated to admit it, it was for the best, as an eternal night without heat would cause the death of every living thing in Equestria, by starvation if not freezing to death. With her “Black Sun” providing heat and nutrition for her subjects/slaves, she could rule over them endlessly.

In the forests of Appleoosa, Applejack slammed her hind legs into the tree, knocking the apples loose. “*Sigh*...another ‘day’ in Appleoosa...” She sarcastically muttered as she pulled her basket of apples back towards the farm...only for a familiar voice called out to her.

“Applejack…is that you?”

The farm pony turned to see a familiar pink earth pony, poking her head out from behind a nearby tree almost fearfully, her mane was flat and devoid of any joy whatsoever.

It had been a few weeks since the former party pony had arrived in Appleoosa looking no worse for the wear. She was dirty and ragged, looking like she’d been wandering on her own for days. Upon arriving, she "explained" that her home was destroyed by the Nightmare Queen and her guards with her barely escaping. The Apples were more than willing to take her in. While she wasn't very good at farm work at first, she eventually got used to it. However at certain points she disappear for while and not come back until dinner, however whenever she was asked where she had been, she simply said that she was reminiscing about the days when they all were able to smile...when Rarity was still their friend. Sometimes she would go to Applejack herself for comfort. ‘This was one of those times…’ Applejack thought as she approached her friend. "Pinkie? Are you alright?"

Pinkie smiled at Applejack, but not in the way she might have hoped: it looked very forced, her eyes reeked of sadness, covered only by the shimmer they seemed to get at the sight of her familiar friend. "Heh...I think you know the answer to that question, Applejack." She said in a defeated tone, sighing as her smile dropped along with her head. "I've just been wandering around...remembering the good ol' days..." She said with a pout as tears threatened to emerge from her eyes. "I-I know I need to move on, but...it-it's just so hard..." She said with a whimper.

Applejack trotted over to the depressed pony. "Ah can't say ah blame ya..." She said, putting a hoof around her friend. "Ah know thing's have taken a turn for the worst, but we gotta stay positive. Ah mean, Twilight and the others are still out there. There can still be a chance to save Equestria. But until then, we gotta keep pushing on..." In truth, there were several points where Applejack herself saw their current predicament as pretty much hopeless, but despite that, she remained strong. After all, what would her family think if she gave up so easily?

Hard to put on a strong face, unlike the elusive days when they had been a group of six relatively normal mares sharing friendships and shenanigans in equal measure. She had been famous for the iron jaw of her 'did you really just do that?' scowl and the hearty strength of her back pats. Now the best she could manage was a tired grunt and a smile that no amount of supposed Honesty could make genuine. Dark times beget heavy souls, and even with the very strength and magic of earth rooting every one of her weary steps she felt the crushing weight of exhaustion threaten to bring her down for a quote unquote 'dirt nap'. One that would have no foreseeable end.

But she was an Apple, so all that meant buck squat at the end of the day. So her face was strong, rock solid, even if said rock was eroded away to brittle dregs, crags upon which eyes sat infinitely hollow. She tried for a reassuring smile, winced ever so slightly from the pain of her lips freshly cracking and letting small swashes of blood drip over the curve of her snout. It was the ultimate paradox, that it was hot enough to fry outside despite the inkiness of eternal midnight enshrouding the land. Sometimes she swore she wasn't a pony, but actually a raisin left to shrivel in the tar black heat of Appleoosa's quiet dusk-bleached dunes. But despite all that nonsense, the smile was still there, and she dared to tug Pinkie a little closer, give her a hearty squeeze.

"You trust me, righ' Pinkie? Look at mah smile." Her smile was hollow, empty, but it was still there, dredged up from nothingness for the sake of a dear friend. "This old baby mean's everything's gonna be a-okay, y'all hear me?"

Pinkie Pie looked up at her long- friend, she could easily tell the smile was fake, but smiled back regardless. "Thanks Applejack, I needed that..." She replied before embracing her in a hug. 'Don't worry Applejack,' She thought, 'Once I've taught you to embrace the darkness, you'll see just how wonderful it really is.' It was perfect, they were pretty much alone in the orchard, the rest of her family was either patrolling the town borders or back at home.

'I might not get another chance like this...' She thought to herself before letting go of her. "Applejack, can you follow me for a second? I think there might be something wrong with the trees near the stampeding grounds." She explained, ready to put her plan into motion…

Applejack had never been one to be easily fooled. There was a certain quirk in her senses, a kink that made her hearing minutely sharper and vision slightly clearer when it came to reading others. The infinitesimal curvatures of their faces, the slightest slivers of their breaths. It was a stark image, a map of a reality that Applejack sometimes wished she wasn't so privy to. Something was up, she knew it in the way Pinkie spoke, in the miniscule yet painfully obvious pauses of thought that had once been rare oases in the desert of the former Pinkie's demeanor. But it was no longer the past, it was the present, and Applejack could write off any anomalies in her friend's cadence as to be expected for a mare broken by three years of famine, in body and spirit. It was only reasonable to assume there was no ulterior motive. There never had been, even in good times, why would it be any different when the world had been ground to dust?

"Course I can Pinkie." She was already trotting in that direction, there was a certain weariness to her step, and she had barely moved before she asked. "What exactly is it y'all saw on the trees, Pinkie?"

Pinkie trotted in front of her so she wouldn't see her bite her lip. "It...it's some sort of weird mold." She replied. "It seems to be spreading across the trunk, and the bark itself seems to be rotting..." She explained as she picked up the pace, hoping to get there quickly before her friend grew suspicious. If she decided to leave another chance like this might not come up again. Or worse, her cover could be blown.

"Oh hay... must be Cactus Rot! Of all the things to-" She almost spat that out in disgust, a certain anger with nature for having so handily betrayed the ponies who it had once lived in harmony with. She couldn't even bother to finish her oath. Instead, Applejack gritted her teeth and was almost immediately galloping herself, almost outstripping Pinkie at her rate of motion, the rolling thunder across the dusty plains of Appleoosa. "Lead me fast Pinkie, if we don't get that stuff down fast it could ruin an entire month's of crop!" Back in the old days a month of crop gone meant less money and penny punching for a bit. Now it meant ponies dying.

"Come on! Let's go!" Pinkie shouted as she picked up the pace, galloping towards the stampeding grounds as fast she could. Within moments they reached their destination. "It should be right over...there!" She said pointing the tree that seemed to have some odd looking vines wrapped around the trunk, it was black with small blue thorns.

While Pinkie was excited to see that the Plunderseeds had already grown so strong, she held her tongue and acted surprised. " What in the name of pink?! I didn't mold could grow stuff like that!" She said, giving the vines a disgusted look as Applejack went to inspect them.

"Sweet mercy that looks nasty..." Applejack wore an almost pained expression, even from a distance she could tell that the tree infested couldn't be saved. It was almost like a sort of tumor at this point, versus any old growth. She figured she'd have to head back to grab an axe or the like, better to cut down the fruit tree to try and save the rest at this point. "Almost looks like the vine is kind of dyin' itself. Definitely Cactus Rot." She nodded to herself, already seeing how this whole shebang was going to go down. "Thanks for gettin' me right and quick Pinkie, might've lost the crop otherwise. Y'all stay here, I'll just run on back to the barn so I can grab some-" Just a millisecond before it happened, Applejack realized something was wrong. Tremors in the ground around her. Some kind of earthquake maybe? But she wasn't fast enough to react either way, 4 vines shot out of the ground and immediately wrapped around the farmer's legs before lifting her into the air and hanging her upside-down.

"What in tarnation!?" Applejack shouted an oath as she experienced a spontaneous reorientation of her orientation relative to the ground. She was momentarily dazed, confused, vertigo sending spirals of numbing pain through her brain as it desperately attempted to process the explosion of new information. The world was spinning, she couldn't feel the ground anymore. Something was beginning to wrap around her, thick and leathery against her skin and it was all kinds of freaky. Her long-lived hat was gone, quietly flopped to the dust below.

*Giggle*

‘Wait…was that laughter?’ Applejack though as she looked down to see Pinkie giggled at her situation as she trotted towards the tree. "P-Pinkie...?" Applejack groaned as her senses began to come back to life. "What are y'all laughin' about? What the buck is goin' on!?" She threw a few feverish glances around, but what she saw only confused her. Another vine came down from the branches and started stroking the party ponies mane almost lovingly. Due to her queen enchanting the seeds with her magic, the vines could sense their new masters dark magic flowing through Pinkie's body, and as such a result they knew not to attack Pinkie.

"Surprised AJ?" She asked as the vines continued to wrap around her friends body. "Well let me fill you in. These little beauty's are called Plundervines, a special type of plant that can only be found in the deep depths of the Everfree forest!" She giggled again as one of the vines caressed her cheek.

Applejack began to wrestle in earnest the moment she felt the vines shifting her position, her strong body doing it's best to budge wherever it could, trying to force the vines off, wriggle, squeeze, whatever she could manage to escape. In between grunts of labor she glared at Pinkie, with a look that while at first having a lion's share of confusion and little anger.

The vines lowered their captive so she was staring right into Pinkie's eyes. "These vines however are extra special since they’ve been enchanted by Nightmare Rarity herself!" The party pony explained with a gleeful smile as the vines tightened around Applejack's neck, leaving her enough air to talk but not enough to scream.

Applejack almost immediately scowled in palpable anger the moment the name of the dread queen of darkness was name dropped. She choked out through the vines around her throat, still desperately thrashing around for any hint of escape.

"In a few hours, they'll drain the nutrition from the nearby crops and become strong enough to overtake all of Appleoosa!" Pinkie continued. "And since they thrive in the dark, the eternal night will make them even stronger!" She said with another laugh, one that was almost...maniacal.

"What..." She nearly throttled herself with every syllable, but she couldn't relent the tension in her body, not while there was still a chance of escape. "Why'd...y-you...let her...d-d-do this...Pinkie?!"

The party pony simply continued to laugh as swirling vortex of magic started swirling around Pinkie, her fur became a dark shade of pink, she grew to the point where she was just as tall as Celestia, dark-purple armor appeared on her body, and her balloon cutie mark now had evil laughing faces on them, finishing her transformation back to her "Afterparty" form. "It’s simple AJ, the Queen has blessed me with the powers of darkness, the same power I wish to share with you Applejack." She said with an almost lustful smile.

The bearer of Honesty nearly seized up there and then, feeling almost like a mistreated bottle of soda with how much stuff she felt was about to explode out of her. Years of this nonsense, years of running and hiding and struggling to find a reason to live. And it was bucking Pinkie who was finally going to do her in. Not even the original friend who'd turned tail and ruined their lives, just a copycat. She wanted to yell and rant and give evil eyes galore. But the mare she really wanted to give it to had sent a lackey. A lackey Applejack had thought, moments ago still, as a friend.

"Y'all ain't...sharin'...nothin'! I...I ain't gonna...give in!" She managed to gasp out as she continued to struggle.

Afterparty simply giggled. "Aw AJ, don't you see? you don't have much of a choice..." She said as one of the vines slowly pulled her legs open and another vine slithered towards her exposed marehood. "...because by the time my little friends are done with you, you'll be begging to join our empire!" She finished as the vine started stroking her virgin pussy, gently teasing the outside and tracing over her pussy lips.

Applejack tried to keep her legs shut to no avail, the torque of the vines on her already spread body was too great to resist. She inhaled sharply when she felt the familiar beginnings of something teasing itself against her nethers, almost as dry and stale as the air about them. Applejack had virtually lost the will to 'attend to herself' after the nightmare had begun, rarely able to find an hour to herself and too tired or apathetic to her own frayed and worn-down pleasure circuits when the rare opportunity presented itself. That had been a long time without that mind-numbing fire... and now she could feel it's embers beginning to reignite once more, the places where the vine touched suddenly tingling with hazy but invigorating warmth...

The thorns in the vines around AJ's body retracted as they began pulsating, starting with the ones around her neck they squeezed slightly before loosening in a simple pressure and release method from her neck to her legs...then back to her neck again...

"Don't the vines feel relaxing AJ?" Afterparty cooed with a seductively wink as she gave her a small peck on the lips, Applejack tried to spit at Afterparty in response, but failed due to an inconvenient timing with a vine contraction around her neck and ended up producing a disgusting and visceral half-choking half-gargling sound.

She couldn't even think of words to say at this point, so infuriated she was, with perhaps a hint of desperation now coloring her anger paler when she sensed the vines getting busier. Her thrashing didn't stop, simply halted whenever pressure held one part of her down, only to reignite when the vine let up. But she wasn't getting any closer to freedom. If anything, all the extra motion only seemed to expedite the workings of the disturbingly soft and slippery tendrils attending to her.

Afterparty could only giggle at Applejack's vain attempt at escaping as another vine came down towards her marehood, which was now slightly wet from the teasing. The second vine however started prodding her anus,tracing the edge the same way the first did.

"Struggle all you want AJ, it's not gonna change the outcome." She giggled before kissing her again, thrusting her tongue into her mouth and happily exploring every cranny and nook, wrapping her tongue around AJ's.

The berrar of Honesty had made it her modus operandi to never know when to say never, but even she had to admit that this was pretty hopeless. She was completely trapped and had a good length of Pinkie tongue making it harder for her to breathe. Everything was getting foggy, her fury was quickly dissipating into the haze and mist that had overtaken her. The moment she admitted it was over, she no longer had the will to fight. Afterparty eventually broke the kiss, leaving a long trail of saliva between them. The trail of saliva broke and sluiced itself clean over Applejack's right eye, but she was too out of it to even close the eye in response. Instead she let the stinging sensation slip away into the depths of her numbness, along with where the rest of her mind was rapidly going. AJ’s lips swelled like an onrushing tide after, a subconscious gesture of invitation that AJ no longer had the ability to control.

Suddenly, another vine came down from the tree and approached AJ's face. Unlike the other vines, this one had a sort of a venus flytrap like head as opposed to the normal ones. The vine opened its maw, revealing several small light blue tentacles inside. It quickly started spraying her in the face with an aphrodisiac gas, heightening her arousal and further weakening her senses.

Applejack felt huge wave of exhaustion spread through her body, for three years now she'd been tired even after a good night's sleep. Soon all that was left was her instinct, which the lower base parts of her brain gladly let loose to reign over her body.

The vines eagerly stroking her clit started pushing it's way inside her pussy which was now glistening wet, allowing the vine to slip in easily. The prodding her anus was now slowly pushing it's tip inside as well, but at a much slower pace. AJ shamelessly rocked her body as best she could, slinking herself against the motion of the tentacles violating her holes to encourage them ever further in, so that her body could contract and milk them for whatever they were worth. Applejack's expression dulled away into one of dreamy pleasure, eyes vacant, as if she were simply having a nice daydream or the like. Celestia knew she could have used one... Celestia. What had happened to her anyway? Where were her friends? AJ couldn't really remember much anymore, just the increasingly tempting need to let herself be lulled off to a sleep her body pined for.

As the Plundervines continued to violate Applejack, Afterparty turned away to admire her handiwork. True to what she had said earlier, the Plundervines were now spreading across the trees, wrapping around the trunks and branches before draining them, becoming bigger and stronger in the process. Soon they would move on to the rest of Appleoosa, and the only pony that could warn them was trapped with her.

"Ohhh Nightmare Rarity's gonna be sooo proud of me!!" Afterparty squealed in delight before bouncing back to her prey, ready to help her pet's ravish her...only to hear two voices call out:

"Big Sis! Big Sis where are yah?!"

"What's with all these weird plant's?!"

Afterparty's widened when she recognized those voices, it was Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. Seeing another opportunity, Afterparty quickly transformed into her "normal" self before darting in the direction of the voices, intent on luring them in the same way she did Applejack.

The voices had also sparked something to life in the back of the farmer’s mind, what were those voices she was hearing? She swore they sounded familiar, the small part of her brain that wasn't glass coated with the thick sheen of condensation. She knew them. She even called out to them, even as she wasn't really sure why.

"Don't... come..." But her voice was a wisp, her throat ravaged and raw from the throttling of the vines, and even what she managed to say was drowned out by a gurgling moan that came as the first synapses of pleasure connected and allowed the crackle of mind warming and numbing fires to dance free through the curves of her supple body.

"Please...don't..."

After Nightmare Rarity had taken over, Sweetie Belle was adopted into the Apple family due to her own parents being one of the war casualty's. She had become very attached to her new family and even came to see Pinkie Pie as her third sister after she arrived.

"This don't look right Sweetie..." Applebloom had grown into a not so lovely teen, her once treasured cutie mark so neglected it was buried under a layer of dust and matted fur. Sweetie was in similarly dire straits, the once gorgeous locks of her hair having been frayed and wisped away into nonexistence by the harsh desert winds. They were healthy, they were alive, but happy was kind of stretching it most of the time. Losing one's innocence in a setting like this was paramount to suicide of the spirit. "Think we should go back and get the others?" Even her voice had no body, merely a hollow crackle of dull monotone.

"Your sis is the only one who'd know what to do anyways, we gotta find her!" Sweetie Belle suffered from another of her infamous voice cracks, now a feature of every other sentence thanks to the stress of harsh desert wind on her voice. For a mare whose sister had destroyed all she held dear, Sweetie managed to maintain some pep in her step, and she was rearing to pick up the pace. "We should- Pinkie! Pinkie! Have you seen Applejack anywhere? Do you know what's up with these weird plants?" She asked as the party pony darted towards the former Crusader.

"Girls, you gotta come quick! AJ and I found these weird vines infecting the trees, and when she tried to take them down they attacked her!" She shouted in desperation before pointing towards the stampeding grounds, where a few of the apple farmer's moans could be heard. "You've gotta help me save her!" She said before darting back where she came from, with the two mares following in hot pursuit.

That got Applebloom's stony face blossoming into life, namely into an expression of abject terror. "Sis? Sis!!" Applebloom moved as fast as her awkwardly proportioned teenage body underdeveloped from years of rationing could carry her, Sweetie Belle on her heels and also calling out for the farmer mare in distress.

The moment she arrived, she noticed that a few of the vines had loosened up or let go of Applejack due to her body starting to relax in their embrace. She now had only a few vines covering her body, one wrapped around each leg, another around her neck, and two more around her stomach. The flytrap vine had closed it's maw around Applejack's face, forcing it's tentacles into her mouth.

"What is it doing to her?!" From their angle (and pretty much every angle possible) it looked like Applejack was being consumed by a plant, and that almost immediately brought a stream of furious tears running down the curve of Applebloom's snout.

"Quick, help me get these things off her!" Pinkie shouted before "biting" into one of the vines and "pulling" with all her might. The two mare quickly following her lead.

Let her go!" Applebloom roared, threw herself at the head of the flytrap and began to slam into it with all of her incredibly underwhelming might.

Sweetie Belle also joined, but for all of the mass they didn't have they were essentially hurting themselves more than the plant they were trying to dislodge. "Pinkie, you gotta help us with- wha!?!" She yelped as two more vines to popped out of the ground and wrapped around them as well, the vines were almost too much for their stick-thin frames to bear and the two immediately screamed out in pain as they were yanked bodily into the air. Their young, weak bones felt pressure akin to a hand crushing down mercilessly on the body of a water balloon, ready to implode from the unbearable force at any second. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle tried to thrash, but it only brought more pain, and they were forced to become limp as rag dolls, trying to angle their bodies in such ways that they were held by the vines in the least pain-wracking manner.

Applejack had no immediate response. Though she registered vaguely that something terrible was happening in her vicinity, that ponies she treasured were screaming in agony, she could barely feel the necessary connections in her mind sparking to make her do something, anything. Her throat was relaxed now, letting the tentacles as far in as they pleased and she breathed sloppy, quiet breaths around their writhing mass.

Pinkie simply smirked as she spat out the vine. "Well, that was easy!" She giggled as one of the vines stroked her hair affectionately. "Now you naughty little Crusaders." Pinkie began, shifting into her Afterparty form once more. "Don't you know it rude to interrupt a mare during her private time?" Applebloom and Sweetie Belle were confused, but the moment they saw the new form she'd suddenly taken on, they shot death glares at Afterparty. With more than a hint of pitiful tears welling up all the same.

Afterparty giggled as the vines turned AJ around to reveal the ones violating her, one thrusting in and out of her marehood while the other was still taking the slow approach into her anus. Applejack continued to only silently roll with the tentacles now thrusting into her at all angles, the still ample curvature of her flank bouncing itself languidly on the literal wood plugging itself into her. All entries were nice and easy, relaxed, AJ's mind caught in rapture between wakefulness and sleep, sleep itself being darkly close to the welcoming arms of death. She only vocalized monotone moans to the thrust of the tentacles, muffled by those still in her mouth, but she showed almost no signs of life other than those dedicated to her curious dissociated pleasures.

Afterparty smiled as she pulled the anal one out before taking it into her mouth, eagerly sucking and slobbering all over it before letting get back to prodding the apple farmer's anus, now slipping in easily. She then turned back to her two new captives.

"Oh don't give me that look, lot's of mares have their little...sexual fantasies." She giggled before turning her attention to Sweetie Belle. "You know, your sister has missed you dearly Sweetie Belle. I'm sure she'd love to have you as her little princess..." She cooed as she gently caressed her cheek with a seductive gleam in her eyes. Sweetie Belle tried to wince away from Pinkie when that disturbingly cold and clammy hoof trailed down the bare apple of her face, but the motion was too painful to achieve, and she was essentially helpless.
"What do you say? Would you like to be the new Princess of the Night?" Afterparty cooed.

Applebloom tried to turn, to get a vantage on what her friend was suffering, but she was similarly paralyzed. All she could witness was the horrifically disgusting violation of her sister, while her ears gave her the juicy details of what was happening to Sweetie Belle for her imagination to twist into nightmare. "Stop...Pinkie, stop it, stop it!" She practically begged, her voice was cold as ice, filled with fury and no warmth of passion, just empty.

"Please... I'm a virgin..." Sweetie looked up at Afterparty imploringly. "It hurts Pinkie, it hurts..." One of her forelegs, one that seemed to have already sustained a minor injury on the shoulder, was shifting ominously.

Afterparty blinked upon noticing her injury. "Hmm..." She pondered for a moment before stamping her hoof, prompting a few more vines to come forth, they retracted their thorns and the ones holding them loosened up a bit. The other vines then slowly wrapped around them. While the two mares were still bound, it was in a less unconformable position. Applebloom was now wrapped up in a sort of cocoon of vines, her leg now pinned to her sides, yet loose enough for her to move slightly. Sweetie Belle was put in a similar position, but the vines had become sort of a makeshift hammock for her.

Both girls gasped in relief as the pressure was lifted from their frail bodies, gulping for as much air as they could manage to get down as their sore bodies relaxed in the still unwelcome grip of their captor. "T-thank you." Sweetie unconsciously blurted out, having momentarily forgotten the severity of the debacle she was currently in.

"Better? Good." Afterparty said before turning her attention back to Sweetie Belle. "Now then my little mare, you never answered me..." She said as she came face to face with her, their mussels very close to the point where it looked like they were about to kiss. "...will become my Queen's little princess? Or do I have to-"

"I..." She froze as reality rushed back into her presence, in the face of an abjectly terrifying looking Afterparty occupying the majority of her vision, her ice cold lips a hair's breath from Sweetie's own. "N-no, I-"

"AFTERPARTY!!" A loud voice bellowed across the field, causing the corrupted pony and both fillies to nearly jump out of their skin.

"M-My Queen!? W-Where are you?!"Afterparty called out while looking around, thinking her Mistress would appear from the shadows.

She did...but not the way she was expecting.

Afterparty's own shadow slowly started to come to life, rising out of the ground taking the form of the Nightmare Queen herself. However upon closer inspection, Afterparty noticed that she was completely transparent. "My Queen? How are you-"

"A special dark magic I learned." She interrupted. "It allows me to communicate with those who hold my dark magic through their shadows." She said before turning her attention to the bearer of Honesty, who was still being ravished by the Plundervines. Though both of the captured filly’s didn’t have a good vantage point to witness what was currently transpiring, everypony still alive knew that voice, the wickedly cultured accent that perpetually seemed to tease and mock no matter the words falling from it's perfectly manicured lips.

"Rarity..." Applebloom mumbled out, Nightmare Rarity simply ignored her however and continued her conversation. "I would like to congratulate you on capturing Applejack, I see those Plunderseeds I provided you with worked very well."

Afterparty blushed upon receiving praise from her Queen. "Yep! It was easy too, I even got Applebloom and Sweetie Belle for yo-"

"That's why I'm here." Nightmare Rarity interrupted again. "While I care not how you corrupt Applejack and her sister, Sweetie Belle is my sister and I will be the one to do the deed." She explained, giving her little sister a menacing smirk.

"Sis...?" Sweetie Belle's still youthful voice had given her a certain air of innocence that was hard to be found in these dark days, a bright spark of life in an otherwise dulled world of monotone. The effect was only tragically heightened when a certain childlike despair slipped back into it, the little girl once more facing the monsters under her bed. A monster she knew only all too well. She listened, with ears willing themselves to fold out of existence so she wouldn't have to hear what she knew would be said. So that she could believe that the voice regarding her in such malevolence wasn't that of kin.

The Nightmare Queen giggled menacingly before turning back to Afterparty. "Is that understood?"

"Oki-doki-loki!" Afterparty said with a devious while giving her a quick salute. Nightmare Rarity nodded before vanishing into her shadow once more.

"Sis...!" Sweetie Belle tried to call out, but Rarity was already gone. All that was left was the infinite weight of the dark words that had fallen from her sister's lips, the mare she'd once called family. 'My sister...' She thought as tears threatened to fall from her eyes…

"Well it seems the big boss has plans for you, so..." Afterparty said before she stamped her hoof again, instantly the vines holding Sweetie Belle began covering the exposed parts of her body until she completely mummified by the vines. "...I'll just keep you nice and safe until then!”

"Sweetie Belle!" The now silent, hollow-eyed mare who had once shared a happy home with their nightmare tyrant was wordlessly swallowed by the iron embrace of the vines, hidden completely from sight, only the shallowest of breaths marking her as anything more than a morsel of meat for the ravenous hounds. Applebloom still had some fight left in her, tried to wrestle free the one leg that the vines hadn't pinned down so tightly. It burned her malnourished muscles with every twitch, but she had to try.

“As for you..." Afterparty turned her attention to the still bound Applebloom with a seductive smirk. "Oh I have big plans for you..." She said as the vines ravishing Applejack suddenly stopped and lifted her over to her little sister. The vines in her anus and pussy pulled out while the flytrap vine released Applejack's face. "Oh AJ, did you like that?" Afterparty cooed into her ear. "Would you like to feel all that again?"

Applejack had no providence to respond to Pinkie, her eyes were blank of pupil and almost hazed over with a mist of what could have been tears. Her violated orifices all hung open, ready and even eager for further penetration. She bubbled some sort of groan out in response, a good globule of spit accompanying. But as far as AJ was aware, she wasn't even alive anymore.

"Leave her alone, Pinkie!” She shouted while she continued struggle. “And my sister, leave my-" She stopped dead the moment she realized that Applejack was right in front of her. Applebloom stared at her in horror, trying and failing to close the short yet insurmountable distance between them.

"Applejack! Sis, wake up!" She shouted as she glared at Pinkie in a desperate fury. "What did y'all do to her!?"

"Oh it's simple." Afterparty giggled as the vines lowered Applejack until her pussy right in front of her face, with her wet juices dripping onto her sisters muzzle. "I gave her release, pleasure, along with pure and utter bliss..." She explained, whispering the last part into Applebloom's ear before giving her a light peck on the cheek.

Applebloom gagged. Among the ways she looked up to her sister, this was not among them and she had never even let such heinous ideas cross her mind. "You..." Applebloom tried to squirm away, was helpless and could only wince every single time that clear liquid splattered over her nose, the smell of musk and slightly fermenting fruit so intoxicating yet so incredibly stomach-turning at the same time.

"...and very soon, you'll be begging me to do the same." She said while the flytrap vine from earlier came back, this time however it clamped onto AJ's pussy, letting it's small tentacles stroke, caress, and plunder her marehood while occasionally praying out a small amount of aphrodisiac gas that clouded the air around Applebloom's face.

"Ah... Ah ain't beggin'!" She closed her eyes tight, as if that would somehow help her escape to a happier place. All it did was amplify the aromas somehow, the musk that seeded the air and made it oddly difficult to think. "Applejack! Applejack, please! Help!"

Sadly for her, Applejack was still out of it. She was nothing more a rag doll limp in the hands of her cruel master, being played with sans any form of resistance. Every hole inviting, prepared for smooth entry, that vague warming pleasure that took her mind to a relaxing and happy place where there was no evil in the world, where Rarity hadn't betrayed them, where her sister and her friends had grown up happy and healthy...her sister. She could swear she was hearing a voice that sounded an awful lot like it, somewhere out there in the cold distance where things weren't so warm and easy to wrap her head around...

In her mind time was almost at a standstill, there were only delightfully relaxing sensations like massages being given to her that tickled her insides in a certain way. Right now she felt those prying fingers around her mouth, gaping in a nigh perpetual yawn, inviting the warmth into her mouth where it reminded her of the radiance of a mouthful of home-cooked food. She missed meals like that, back in Sweet Apple Acres, hearty and galvanizing the body and soul and Granny telling some exorbitant tale and Big Mac smiling and Applebloom...

Applebloom…

Another vine came forth and wrapped itself around Applebloom's neck, squeezing tight to prevent her from holding her breath. Another one slithered up AJ's body and pushed it's way into AJ's anus. The vines leaned her back so she was now facing Afterparty, abet upside-down. "Now do you see Applejack?" She cooed as she stroked her cheek. "The darkness isn't meant to be feared, but embraced. You've spent so long rejecting it that you've failed see it's true beauty." She brought the farmer's face closer. "But it doesn't have to be this way, I can help you. All you have to do is surrender your mind, body, and soul to our Queen." She finished before giving AJ another kiss, thrusting her tongue inside her mouth and coiling it around her like a snake.

Applejack groaned into Afterparty's intruding mouth, instinctively kissed back. The haze that had settled over her eyes began to dissipate as she met those cold, dark orbs that had once been a good friend. For a moment she allowed herself to linger on the precipice of oblivion, even as the sensations of something having stretchered out her pussy and ass sharpened, became pain instead of pleasure. She said goodbye to her comforting numbness. Back to reality.

"Now then..." She said as she broke the kiss and stared directly into her eyes. "...will you surrender to the darkness?"

"No buckin' way." She summoned what was left of the fluids in her dehydrated and deprived body and spat a thin globule of spit in Afterparty's direction.

Afterparty barely flinched as Applejack spit in her face and playfully licked it off. She was surprised that Applejack had managed to fight the numbing effects of the Plundervines and resist her temptations.'She's much more resistant to the aphrodisiac gas than I expected...' She thought as she observed her act of defiance.

"Applejack!” Applebloom called out. “Hurry, we gotta-!"

"Why do I feel your voice comin' from mah privates, Applebloom?" Applejack asked in confusion.

"You... don't want to know..." Applebloom gulped in embarrassment.

'Maybe I should use a stronger dose and...' She was brought out of her thought by a second globule of spit hitting her mussel, summoned less from the nonexistent reserve of bodily fluids and more from the sheer anger and hatred AJ was feeling in her heart for everything Afterparty stood for.

"You can get mah allegiance from mah cold, rottin' corpse Pinkie. Fact, you ain't even gettin' it from that." Applebloom, meanwhile, gulped. AJ had admitted indirectly that they had no chance of escape. But if her sister was going to fight to the bitter end...

"Ah ain't goin' down without a fight neither." Even through eyes half shut from the sting dripped from her own sister's gorged nethers she let the fire kindle one last time.

"So that's how it going be huh?" Afterparty asked as she licked the spit off once more. The two apple sisters were sullen, refusing to acknowledge Afterparty with even glances (and in Applebloom's case she really couldn't see anything besides her own sister's crotch anyways).

“Alrightly then...” Afterparty smirked before stomping her hoof. Suddenly, the ground started beneath them twisted and writhed, as though something was trying to struggle out of it, accompanied by a loud cracking sound. Soon a large vine emerged from the ground, it was big enough to be mistaken for a tree trunk and seemed to have some smaller vines coming out of it's sides like branches, and a light blue bud on the very top. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She asked as she trotted towards it, the vines carrying the two Apple sisters with her.

The apple sisters instinctively looked at the new plant on the field, with perhaps some amount of renewed apprehension tautening the corners of their mouths. It wasn't 'beautiful' so much as it was 'ominous and threatening', what with all the vines protruding from it. They knew what vines were for, given that they'd both been subject to them in the past few minutes of torture.

"With enough nutrients the Plundervines can become so big and strong!" Afterparty giggled as she bounced around the tree a few times before stopping in front of the two apple sisters. "But the real fun is at the top! See, you remember that gas that made you both horny? Well, the bud on top had all that times ten!"

"It ain't gonna achieve nothin'!" Applejack shouted in defiance, although she didn't sound so sure about that, and she couldn't help but keep glancing back at the bud, wondering what new horrors awaited for them within it's deceptively picturesque arrangement of petals. The thing was, the aphrodisiac had been working on both of them. Defiant or otherwise, they were both nursing a not entirely unwelcome tenderness in their erogenous zones, teats beginning to swell up ever so slightly, labias puffy and thick, juices flowing freely. Applebloom especially knew this much too well. They were vulnerable, and if Afterparty was right...

“Well then, let’s those thought’s to the test, shall we?” She asked as a sadistic smirk spread across her face before she stamped on the ground. Immediately the vines holding the sisters hoisted them upwards as the bud started to bloom, it's black petals opened to reveal it's light blue insides. It immediately sprayed out a huge cloud of aphrodisiac gas at them as several tentacles swarmed out of the flowers depths, eager to drag in their new prey.

"Have fun in there!" Afterparty called out mockingly."And don't worry, once you've accepted the darkness like I have, they'll be happy to let you out!" She giggled as sadistically. With two yelps of fear the apple sisters were dropped inside the plants gaping maw, and the moment they were in, the plant snapped shut.

"And now I play the waiting game..." Afterparty giggled before she noticed some of the vines surrounding her. "Oh? You little boy's still want some action? Okay then!" She giggled before taking one of the vines into her mouth as many more vines surrounded her, ready to ravish their master...

The sauna heat of the plant's viscera spread about them, pulsating ever so faintly as if they had been sucked into somebody's beating heart. Almost immediately both of them were sweating, though how much that was due to the heat and how much due to the overpowering aphrodisiac was impossible to know. All they could feel in the pitch black was each other, Applejack having fallen prone almost on top of Applebloom, who was now nursing more than a few fractures in her bones.

"Sis... ah... it's so intense. Ah need..." The younger Apple groaned in pain, but it was soft as the pain and pleasure she felt went hand in hand.

"Buckin' shame this is how it ends Applebloom..." If Applejack had had any fluid in her body to spare she would have been crying, because there were some lines that were never meant to be crossed and they were both about to go hurtling over virtually all of them at freefall speeds. But no, all her spare bodily fluid was busily being mixed into a potent cocktail of lubricant and musk, slathering itself over what she was pretty sure was the fur of her sister's chest. "If we're gonna fall... ah'll still be there for you...evil or not...if we go down, we're goin' down like family..." And that was the last willpower either could summon to be lucid. They were truly gone.

In some twisted sense, it was appropriate that they were being honest to their instincts in their fall.

"Please..." The beginning was now lustful where it had once been pitiful, and Applebloom thrashed about at the plant's floor, beating it with her hooves as if she could force the plant to start assaulting her virgin holes. Applejack rose up with the limberness of a zombie, forcefully grinding herself against her sister's vulnerable body, already yelping with unadulterated exhilaration with each thrust of her pelvis. It hurt, it truly did, but for Applebloom, the blinding pain of each bone being beaten to within an inch of it's life was mind-numbing pleasure, each tear of pain forced out of her eye was a tear of joy.

Four vines encircled each of AJ's hooves before slowly pulling her into the air above her sister, each of the vines then began to pull, stretching her body into a spread eagle position, leaving her wet pussy and anus exposed. Applejack groaned longingly when she was pried from her sensation, the babe torn from the breast, the addict torn from his needle. A flurry of droplets accompanied her being lifted off her sister, staining her sister's coat a sticky mess as she writhed uselessly in the grasp of the vines...

Two vines came forth and wrapped around each other before pushing their way inside her pussy, she froze as they entered her wetness, their rhythm seemingly perfectly tailored to her own. Every beat of her worn heart was met with an undulating thrust, and soon each uncontrollable spasm of her muscles was not one of unsatisfied desire, but gluttony, she demanded more and more from the vines, pushing herself as far down on them as she could until she felt things writing against the walls of her innards deep inside, painful, yet she longed for the pain.

"Sis..." The word no longer carried meaning, not here in this sweltering and moist jungle where only sensation had any impact. She struggled to reunite with her sister, so close yet so far, taking twisted comfort in the thought of sharing in her sister's ravishing. But it was not to be, she had her own, special attendance. Another hoard of vines easily restrained Applebloom, wrapping around her stomach and hooves before pulling her up towards her sister's upside-down head. The vines holding her lower half spread her legs art as another vine slithered towards her moist wet clit, gently stroking it around the edges before pushing it's way inside her very slowly, as it had to push against a still partially intact hymen. But her maidenhood was easily shoved aside, no blood, no pain. Applebloom had expected much from her first time, back when she'd actually had the capacity to care, expected tenderness, gentleness. Now she was as much of a harlot as her sister, desiring only as much in her as possible, her juices flooding out to meet the tendril as they drove together into one.

As the vines violated the Apple sisters, a small pulse of dark magic started to emit from the vines, starting out small at first, but becoming stronger as they continued to ravish the two. 'Let go...give in...' Afterparty's voice echoed throughout the bud. The tentacles didn't let up on their sexual assault on the Apple sisters, relentlessly thrusting into their marehood as the dark magic swirled around their bodies like a deadly serpent. Each one slowly pushing it's way into their minds. The vines holding Applejack in her spread-eagle position lowered her towards her sister, placing her upside-down face within kissing distance of her sister.

The sisters eagerly kissed each other, numb lips warmly inviting bedfellows to share in bloated, decadent passion. They didn't really care or even know that they were engaging in one of the most flagrant of taboos, they cared only for the sensations, the visceral throbbing of deep muscles contracting around powerful appendages, eagerly milking, never satisfied no matter how much was stuffed into them. They moaned, panted, licked sloppily at one another. With the amount of abuse they were both taking now they should have felt sore, but there was nothing. As darkness flowed freely through their bodies, there was only pleasure, mind-numbing, soothing heat that overwhelmed their inhibitions.

Several more vines wrapped around Applebloom's flank and in between her hips as the vines thrust in and out of her anus and pussy, going in deeper and deeper with each thrust.

'You don't have to resist anymore...' Afterparty called out again, her voice sultry and smooth as silk. '...accept your true purpose by our side...as rulers the eternal night...' Her voice cooed as the vines slowed down before twitching wildly, with one last powerful thrust they pushed deep into the mare, pushing right into their wombs before their cum blasted out of their tips at an alarming rate. Their cum was quickly filling up the apple sisters to the point where their belly's expanded, making look like the two were pregnant.

"Yeeaaaahhh...!" Applebloom felt her innocence be washed away, drowned in the hot tide of cum that her lost mind demanded ever more of, her hips gyrating on the vines gushing into her and demanding more, more, and more still. Applejack just gave a powerful grunt as she felt the twitching vines fill her with seed, her body relaxing as it was wont as the tautness of her belly comfortably squished against that of her sister. After the last drop of cum was squirted out, the vines unceremoniously dropped them on top of each other. They fell into an undignified, disgraceful heap, rivulets of cum dripping from their gaping pussies and anuses and intermingling into a mess on the floor beneath them.

‘Now...' Afterparty's vice cooed. 'Will you accept the darkness...?'

"Ah... ah..." Applejack panted, began to mindlessly lick at the musty sweat on her sister's muzzle. In between licks she nodded at the voice she couldn't see. "Let me in Pinkie. Ah just wanna feel like this forever..." No more pain, no more suffering, no more struggle. In her heart of hearts, it was all she wanted, all she needed. Applebloom squirmed underneath her passively, still reeling from the aftermath of her first true orgasm.

Suddenly, the dark magic inside the apple sisters began to react, Afterparty's voice echoed from all directions as she spoke the ancient chant Nightmare Rarity had used on her:

”From another realm, through flesh and blood...

Let Darkness be reborn, within these chosen ones...

Applejack...

Applebloom...

YOUR OLD LIVES ARE NO MORE!! NOW FEEL THE NIGHTMARES EMBRACE!!”

And like before, With the chant spoken, a swirling vortex of magic exploded from within then two, forcefully transforming them and infusing their very souls with darkness itself.

(sorry, couldn't find a colored version)

Meanwhile on the outside, the vines around Afterparty retracted from the corrupt mare, leaving her drenched in plant juices. "Whew! That was fun!" She giggled as she bounced towards the giant plant. Said plant slowly opened it's bud, releasing it's former captives. Afterparty could only bounce around in glee as she observed her friends new looks.

In some sense, it didn't really felt like much had changed. The only thing that was really different now was that Applejack and Applebloom both felt compelled to be as honest to themselves as possible, to their basest of instincts, the subconscious desires that make all men killers and rapists. It was the purest of honesty, the sort that spat in the face of decorum and rule. And it felt amazing to be so liberated, so free. They were both smiling lightly as the plant opened about them let the light shine upon their dusky faces. Applejack fondly towered over her still pint-sized sister, a laviscous eye tracing an easy line over the curve of her younger sister's flank."Y'all are some hot ass now, sis."

"Thanks." Applebloom took the compliments in stride, both from Afterparty and her as of yet unnamed sister of the darkness. Applejack, for her part, tossed her mane aside and regarded her new-found comrade evenly.

"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmyGOSH! You two look AMAZING!!" She squealed in delight and she stopped infront of the corrupted Applejack. "But now...what to call you? Nightmare Jack sound kinda cliche..." She said as she started pondering to herself. "Maybe Umbrajack? Or PoisonApple?"

"Hm..." Applejack shrugged her now mighty shoulders. "Ain't that good with names... Wait. What about that old mare's tale about the two first ponies who ate the holy apple and got thrown out of the garden of paradise?" Extremely oversimplified version of that old legend, but AJ was hardly known for literary prowess and that wasn't something that had changed with her transformation. "Ah think that garden was called Eden or somethin', righ'? Sound like a suitable enough name for me?"

"Oh I wouldn't settle on a name just yet, my dear Applejack..." A sultry and familiar voice called out, Afterparty's shadow came to life once more as it rose out of the ground and took on the form of the Nightmare Queen once again.

"So ah'm still just Applejack then. Even after I turn evil and everythin'. Buckin' bitch." Neither AJ nor Applebloom seemed especially intent on being impressed by Nightmare Rarity's presence, seemingly being more interested in the minutiae of the churned up and despoiled soil they were standing atop of. "Well that ruins the next... every harvest ever. Potent magic in those vines, for sure." Applebloom nodded in disinterested agreement, then began to wander off, her natural wanderlust seemingly not at all affected by her fall from grace, while AJ or Eden or Poison Apple or whatever her unspeakably terrible new name was listened to her Queen.

"My Queen! Check it out!"Afterparty called out while bouncing around the corrupted apple sister. "Applejack and Applebloom are fully corrupted!" She gleefully proclaimed.

"Yes I am aware..." The Nightmare Queen said as she shifted her gaze to the newest additions to her army. "And I must say I love the new look. But onto more pressing matters..." She began as the Plundervines started slithering towards them, one carrying AJ's hat. "Due to the process through which you where corrupted, you now have much of the Plundervines' "essence" inside your bodies. As such, they will see you and your sister as their "Queen's" and act more loyal to you then they did with Afterparty." She explained.

As if to confirm her claim, several of the vines slithered behind AJ & AB, slowly merging together to form a throne made out of vines (with the thorns retracted). "As you can see, they are 100% dedicated to serving you." Nightmare Rarity stated.

"Sounds like somethin' I can get behind." She subconsciously thought of her favored hat being atop her head, stained with lewd fluids as it was, and the vine was then delicately resting it atop the crown of her mane before Afterparty jumped in front of AJ.

"Oh, oh! I just got the perfect name! Applevine..." She said, pointing to AJ. "Plunderbloom!" She happily proclaimed while pointing to AB, who had started kissing the fly-trap vine from earlier.

"... Afterparty. Shut up." AJ smiled at that. She honestly thought that being this blunt felt more natural than her careful tongue while being a good guy had ever been. She rested herself onto her throne, legs spread carelessly and exposing her as of now dry snatch to the world at large. A perfect pose for a mare who'd long ceased to care. Afterparty seemed unfased by this and simply continued to bounce around.

Nightmare Rarity rolled her eyes. "In any case, I want you to have the vines overtake the rest of this town, my forces will then arrive to capture the citizens, understood?"

"Ah'll be sure of it, Queen Bitch." She preempted any anger on Rarity's part with a lazily held-up hoof. "Before y'all go yellin' at me, me callin' y'all bitch is a compliment, Rarity. Honest." Seemed legit.

She scoffed and turned her attention to the cocoon of vines that held her sister. "As for you Afterparty, bring my sister to my Empire. I have a...special..type of corruption planned for her..." She finished with a devious grin.

"Oki-doki-loki!" Afterparty said, giving her another quick salute as she vanished into Afterparty's shadow once more. "Well you two have fun! But don't break in the weak-willed ones too quickly!" She giggled before bouncing towards the cocoon.

Applejack ordered the vines to suffocate Sweetie into unconsciousness before dumping her unceremoniously at Afterparty's feet. A vine began to attend to teasing her slowly, a contented sigh let loose as she began to direct more of her dark flora towards the town. "Braeburn and Big Mac'll be fun..." She smirked to herself as she began to loosely thrust herself against the vine attending to her nethers. It was so easy being evil. She should have done this ages ago...

Author's Notes:

That's right, we're back baby! I'd like to give a special thanks to my new RP partner; "Rarishy4Life"!

Once again, credit for Nightmare Applejack's design goes to Dragnmastralex.

The design for Evil Applebloom belongs to AnibarutheCat.