Apple Bloom sat in her room, thoughts racing through her head, all on one subject – the harvest. She replayed moments in her mind with elation, re-living the vivid scenery, hearing the screams, tasting the blood, smelling the flesh, touching the cold blade. She shuddered with delight at Twist’s agonised face, relished the victory and success of the whole procedure. She wanted to be in the place where it happened again, to feel the hay slip under her hooves, to look in the barrel and be able to see the rotting remains and entrails, stewing in a mixture of blood and bodily fluids. Apple Bloom suddenly unfolded herself from her sitting position, standing in a wave of giddy pleasure and running towards the scene of the crime, her heart swelling with joy.

Apple Bloom trotted towards the barn, her mind still swimming with images on a constant replay, a stream of memories flowing through the valley of her brain. When she finally came up the barn, she heard a curious scuffling and panting noises, along with something akin to… moaning. Intrigued, Apple Bloom checked her surroundings and peeked in through a little window. The breath was sucked out of her lungs like she had been dealt a swift blow to the abdomen.

A red figure leant across a stack of crates, in a rearing position, but staying there permanently instead of falling back onto all fours, a blissful expression on his face, whilst below, an orange, slightly smaller and more feminine body had her face turned to the red figure’s lower body.

Big Macintosh and Applejack.

Apple Bloom was confused at first, her young mind not capable to comprehend what they could be doing. She moved to another window which offered a different angle, and her eyes widened at the full on sight.

Big Macintosh was leaning against the crates, his brow sweaty, thrusting his pelvis forward in the direction of Applejack’s face. The usually quiet and reserved colt had come out of his shell in the erotic act, a steady torrent of filth pouring from his lips, punctuated with moans and sighs. Apple Bloom’s gaze flickered down to Applejack’s face, who was greedily sucking on Big Macintosh’s… penis.

Apple Bloom finally realised what was going on, from blindly stumbling upon some of Big Macintosh’s ‘magazines’, but could not believe that her big brother and sister were doing it. Apple Bloom found her disgust to be magnified when she realised that the small mound between her legs had become moist, her eyes still not flickering from the obscenely sexual act in front of her. In a blind moment of passion, she took her knowledge from the ‘magazines’ and gingerly raised her hoof to the moist area, first gently massaging and prodding, then building up in pace and pressure as she watched Big Macintosh reach closer to his peak, Applejack bobbing her head faster in a steady rhythm, until Big Macintosh’s groans and Applejack’s sucking noises became so loud Apple Bloom shuddered with delight, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as electric bolts surged through her body, she herself moaning in ecstasy, though quietly so as not to distract the blissfully ignorant pair inside.

Apple Bloom inhaled sharply, the fully reality of what she had done emerging in her mind. She had pleasured herself in front of her brother and sister, who were both engaging in dirty acts also. She bit her lip and remembered how one time, she’d ‘overheard’ two mares gossiping heatedly outside Sugarcube Corner.

“I’m not sure about that Apple family,” one had whispered, covering her mouth with her hoof and staring at Big Macintosh, who was pulling a cart in the distance. “You know what country folk get up to with their brothers and sisters when it’s a slow day on the farm.”

The other mare had raised her eyebrow in disbelief, questioning her friends theory.

“You don’t actually think…?” she said, scoffing at the accusation.

“Incest. I’m sure of it. How else do you think there are so many in the family?” she had confirmed, nodding wisely.

Apple Bloom, at the time, had thought nothing of it, as she had not known the meaning of the funny word the mare had used. She glanced through the small window at her brother and sister, who had both briefly stopped.

She heard Big Macintosh ruefully pull away from Applejack as she glanced at him mischievously, scraping away some damp hay and lying on the floor, spreading her legs open and staring at Big Macintosh seductively. Apple Bloom turned away, simply ignoring the warmth between her legs, ignoring the world around her. Everything went blank, just empty space, a void of silence and peace. Apple Bloom simply looked at her hoof, which was glistening with moisture in the light. Tears fell from her eyes freely, her body shaking until she was lowered to the floor, her hooves scraping at the earth in an effort to cling on to the world around her. Her mind went for one last battle, thoughts racing through her head as she sobbed, trying to suppress the demons she had conjured from within, her world slipping and sliding around her, as if she were spinning around, colours blending together. Her psyche chipped and chipped away, the tattered remains of what had been there gradually falling apart as vivid images cracked through her brain at lightning speed, flashes of red blood, organs, the glint of a blade, the anguished sobs ringing through her ears.

And, as suddenly as it had started, silence.

Everything was achingly quiet, and it made Apple Bloom’s ears ring. She stood up, numb.

The demons had finally taken full control.

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