Since both of its threads have vanished, here's a repost of the second story in this continuity:

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"Applebloom Lends A Hand, and Other Limbs"; by Anonymous (author of Cunning Plan, Berty's Watch and the Interview)
- Authorized sequel to "Sweetie Belle's Gift".
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“Did... did I hear you right, Applebloom?”

Dinner at Sweet Apple Acres had been subdued when Applebloom finally spoke up. The family was in trouble. Big trouble. The crop of apples this year just weren’t selling like they used to, and coupled with the unprecedented amount of repairs they had been forced into, their finances were at an all time low. Applejack was a proud woman, but with the need for tools and repair materials so high, she would soon she would be forced to beg for help from either Twilight or Rarity, who was beginning to make good money from her new products, made from only the best little fillys. It broke Applebloom’s heart to see her big sister looking so down. She knew that it wasn’t her fault, but she was taking things very personal. So now, just after a modest dinner, she decided to do something about it.

“You sure did, Applejack. You should sell me off.” The little girl stood up, as if to display herself, although she was still clothed in her shirt and overalls. She was big for her age, given her life on the farm. “Rarity’s making a ton of bits making all sorts of stuff outta lil’ fillies.”

“Now that there’s the craziest thing you ever said, young missy.” Said Applejack, shaking her head. “I ain’t letting Rarity make you into a purse, or a coat, or whatever. What’s gotten into you?”

“But Applejack, it’s nearly time for Winter Wrap Up! We don’t even have enough shovels to clear the snow away! We need the bits, don’t we?”

“We don’t need ‘em that badly...right, Big Mac?” asked Applejack. The male of the family shifted in his seat, looking anywhere but his sister’s gaze.

“...”

“You’re supposed to go “Ayyyyup”, Big Mac. Now say it!”

“...Nnnnnope.”

“See? Big Mac’s always right about this stuff.” Said Applebloom. She smiled up at her brother, who chuckled uneasily. Looking around for an ally, Applejack played her trump card.

“Well, Granny Smith thinks you’re both wrong, now don’tcha, Granny?”

“Darn right you’re crazy!” said the elder pony, with feeling.

“See?” said Applejack triumphantly, as she reached for her glass.

“Now, that settles it-“

“We should be using her parts round the farm, I say! ‘Keep it in the family’, that’s the Apple family way! Riiiiight?” cried Granny Smith, winking. Applejack sprayed her drink over a nearby wall, as Big Mac turned red and took a sudden interest in the floor. Applebloom simply chuckled along, innocently.

“Oh, don’t think I don’t know what goes on in mah own house! Ye can’t fool Ol’ Granny Smith that easy!” The old pony practically hooted in delight as the elder sister wiped her mouth, choosing to ignore this subject in favour of the matter at hand.

“G-Granny Smith, not you too! I thought you’d know better than to buy into all this new stuff that’s been going on. You’re too...old to think like that.”

“I’m young at hear, lil’ missy! And I didn’t hear you complain none when you had that Bar-Bee-Quu the other week, did I?”

Applejack was silent. True, she had never had a big moral objection to this before now. She had ate that meat with the rest of the girls. Hell, she had browsed some of Rarity’s new leather clothes-not that she could afford it. But this...

“This is different. This is family!” she said, and she felt the sting of tears in her eyes as she said it. There was a long silence. Applejack looked around the table. Big Mac looked at her sadly, and even Granny Smith’s infamous glare had softened up. And to her right, still standing, was Applebloom. She was still just a girl, but she had a look on her face that was as brave as the farmpony had ever seen. No tears, no quivering lips. She walked over to Applejack and hugged her.

“I know it’s hard.” She said, quietly. “But... Sweetie Belle helped her sister so much. Can’t you let me me help you? Help all of us?” As she spoke, Applejack’s resistance broke. The tears gently stopped, and she looked her sister in the eye.

“I mean...if you’re careful, ah can still be around, right? Long as you take the right parts?”

“...”

“Well?”

“...ah suppose...well...if we need...anything, I’ll uh...I’ll let you know.” Applebloom beamed and hugged her sister hard. Applejack almost wanted to kiss her beautiful little sister, but restrained herself, electing to simply pat her sibling on the head, stoking her flowing red hair.

“Ye won’t regret it, Sis! Whatever you need, I can do it! Or...be it.”
Soon, the whole family was sharing a warm, group hug. They were all aware that they might not get the chance again.
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It was early in the morning when Applebloom got the call. She had just woken up, and at first was wondering if she was going to be needed to tend to the pigs, or to maybe help out in the house. Then she remembered. She was going to be recycled. It was a big thing to process, now that it was going to happen-she felt her heart hammering in her chest. But she wasn’t one to back down, not now. She was a big pony. Still in her pajamas, Appleboom walked down the stairs and out into the barn.

Inside, Applejack had brought a table from the house out, and layed what little tools they had out. There were also a few potion bottles.

“What are those?” asked Appleboom, pointing to the sparkling liquids.

“I went to see Zecora, told her about, uh you know...and she said this’ll all help. No bleeding, less pain, all that stuff.” Replied Applejack, nervously. She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly as she talked.

“What did she say?”

“Said it was happening more and more now, so she had a few spare potions on hand. We’re living in some mighty interesting times, all right. Now, as for what we need...well, we’ve got more wood than we could ever use, but we need something for the tips, something better than wood. Something like...bone. So...I might havta take yer legs off.”

“Oh.” Said Applebloom. “Makes sense, ah guess.”

“So, if you’d like to...get those PJ’s off, I can start...”

“Ok.” The schoolgirl quickly peeled off her bottoms, exposing her nude lower half. Applejack tried not to stare at her sisters hairless yellow slit as she hopped on to the table, swinging her legs around for the last time. She drank the potions her sister gave her, screwing up her face at the bitter taste. Applejack picked up the saw that she had used to shape many a plank. At times like these, she wished there was a unicorn in the family. It would have made this a lot easier.

“Last chance to back out, Applebloom. After this, you’ll just be a big collection of walking parts.”

“I’m ready, sis. I want this” replied the younger sibling, which was greeted with a solemn nod of the head. Applejack laid her sister out so that she was lying flat on the table, and stood beside the left leg that she was about to harvest.

“Ok, now this might feel awfully funny, but I need you to be a big girl, ok?”

“I know, Appejack. Let’s just get it done already.”

“Right, right...” the orange-coloured pony took a deep breath.

“Here we go...” Placing the saw as close to the hip bone as possible, she started to slowly drag the saw back and forth across the leg, placing her free hand on the lower part of the leg. She was expecting her sister to react in some significant way, but while Applebloom squirmed a little, she made no sound.

“Just tell me if it hurts, now.”

“It doesn’t hurt that much. Just feels...weird, is all. Feels cold, and tickly, and warm, all at once.” Applebloom watched in wonder as the saw passed through her leg. Her sister was a strong woman, and soon she was speeding through the process of sawing her sisters leg off. About halfway through, the saw met with resistance-the femur. Applejack grunted a little as she sawed through the It wasn’t long at all before she lost all sensation in her leg. Applejack grabbed the now detached limb and pulled it down the table, away from the stump. They both stared at it for a few moments, before Applejack moved around to the other side of the table.

“Well...guess that weren’t so hard, was it? Hardly any blood, either...” She repeated the process for the other limb, this time going even quicker, having gotten used to the feeling of sawing through flesh and bone rather than wood. Soon the right leg was also cut free from Appleblooms body.

“Alright, that’s you done.” Said Applejack, patting her sister on the head. “You were a brave girl there, so why don’t you go take a break or something while I process these big ol’ legs of yours.”

“Uh...sis, you kinda just cut my legs off. I ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.” Replied the younger sister, sitting up now. She rubbed the raw stumps of her legs-they were tingly to the touch. Without her legs, her pussy was exposed to anyone who seen her now-Applejack bit her lip as she watched her sister move her newly modified body around.

“Well, you could always try walking on your hands or something. Like this.” Applejack picked her sister up beneath her arms and placed her on the ground, so that she was using her hands to hold herself up. She took a few tentative “steps” forward, and found it surprisingly easy to do-she was strong for her age, though, and was now pretty light without her legs. She walked around in circles, giggling at the thought of how she must look. Applejack couldn’t help but laugh a little too.

“Alright, now scoot. I’ll come looking for you if I need anything else...well, speaking of scooting, look who’s here!”

“Hey, Applebloom! What gives?” said a voice. Applebloom gasped, and fell backwards. Sitting herself up with her arms, she looked over to the source of the voice. Yup, there was Scootaloo, bounding across to see her, eyes wide.

“Oh...huh, hey there Scoots...”

“Howdy there, Scootaloo!” said Applejack, cheerfully waving, before realising that she was holding Applebloom’s leg in her hand. Scootaloo stared at it, causing the older girl to sheepishly hide the lib behind her back. Applebloom cleared her throat.

“Scootaloo...remember I was telling you about how we weren’t doing so great down here at the farm? Well...I’ve decided to help. Ah’m gonna donate myself to the farm, just like Sweetie Belle did for Rarity.”

“Oh...well, I understand...hey, if you want, you can use me for parts too-“

“No way!” said Applebloom, and Applejack shook her head firmly. “That’s mighty kind of you, Scoots, but this is a family matter. ‘Sides, if you really wanna go down that path, I think there’s another gal you should go talk to...” she muttered. Scootaloo nodded.

“Well...are you gonna die today?”

“Maybe not today, but... I’m learning to walk on my hands right now. Look!” She demonstrated her new-found technique, moving with surprising speed. She finished off with an acrobatic handstand, inadvertently giving her audience the perfect view of her pussy.

“Pretty cool, huh?” she said chirpily. Her sister was speechless, and thankful that she was wearing a thick shirt and bra today-she could feel her nipples hardening, and a certain aching further south. Scootaloo simply blushed, her orange skin turning a dark shade of red.

“Yeah...uh...Applebloom, you do know-“ As she spoke, Applebloom’s shirt gave in to gravity and fell down around her head, exposing her tender young nipples to the air. Yelping in surprise, she fell down again.

“Darn it, that was mighty silly of me...uh, little help girls?”

“Oh..sure, honey...” said Applejack. She yanked the shirt off her sister, who righted herself once more. She was blushing slightly, but didn’t seem to bothered by her nudity. Applejack sighed.
“Well, I was gonna get to worth on these legs now...” she said, gesturing with the severed limbs.

“I...I think I need to go talk to Rainbow about something. I’ll see you later...maybe.” said Scootaloo. She gave her friend a big hug, then ran back down the road to Ponyville. Applebloom watched her go sadly. Then she heard the heavy footsteps of Big Mac approaching from the fields. He was holding something. He looked at her impassively, then started talking to Applejack, all business.

“Need more rope, AJ” was all he said, and now Applebloom could see that he was holding some very old, frayed rope in his hand. She sighed, then nodded, before turning back to Applebloom. The legless girl was already heading towards the barn-she had a job to do now, providing for her family. The two sisters walked into the barn; Big Mac watched them go, before walking off.

“Poor guy. I asked if he wanted to come in, but he said he couldn’t handle watching it all happen. I swear, for a colt his size, he can be a right little filly sometimes...” said Applejack, as she helped her sister onto the table.

“So, how are you gonna make rope outta me, sis?”

“Well...I was gonna use your entrails. If we treat em right, they could prove pretty tough.”

“Oh...so, this is it then.”

Applejack rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

“Well...we loaded you up on those potions pretty well. You MIGHT hang on a bit without your intestines. Long enough we could...I dunno...go see if Twilight knows a spell to keep you around longer.”

“I thought we were keeping this in t’family!”

“Hey, why are you complaining? ‘Sides, not my fault we ain’t got any unicorns!” with that, Applejack produced a small kitchen knife, and without any ceremony, cut horizontally across her younger sister’s belly, just below the belly button. Then she reached a hand in and carefully spooled out the hot ropes of intestines laying just beneath the surface. The spilled out over the edges of the table. Applebloom gasped at the sensation of feeling very empty all of a sudden, but quickly motioned with her head for her sister to keep going. Applejack pulled as much of her sisters guts outside of her body as possible. Then, she cut away the big intestine from the rectum, before finally cutting away at the connection to the stomach. She rolled the organs up before placing them in a pre-prepared container, which she then sealed shut with a lid.

“It’ll take a day or so, but they should be good for using soon as. We’ll be lassoing cows with yer own guts in no time, Applebloom” said Applejack. The now gutted girl nodded sadly, wanting to believe that. She didn’t feel like she was dying or anything, but she now felt light as a feather. She went to lean up, only for Applejack to hold her down.

“Hold on just a minute, now. Since we gone and opened you up, might as well see what else we can use.”

“oh...well, ok, but try not to kill me.”

“I’ll do my best,lil’ sis.” Applejack said, smiling, before getting to work. Not being much of a doctor, she decided to just start cutting away the looser, smaller organs, figuring that if nothing else, they could feed them to the animals and save on feed. When she removed one particular organ Applebloom gasped once again.

“AJ, that’s-“

But AJ already knew what it was, judging from the urine tricking out of it.

“Well, guess you don’t need to worry about going to the little filly’s room no more.” She said, shrugging. She squeezed it with her now bloody hand-more liquid dropped out, which somehow embarrassed Applebloom even more.

“Huh. Kinda rubbery. We’ll keep a hold of this just for now...” she said, adding it to the pile of organs in the spare container she had. Then she removed the liver and, finally, the stomach itself, figuring that Applebloom wasn’t going to be eating much longer anyway. That left one organ that even Applejack knew the name of, and now she was hesitating.

“Am I empty now, sis?” asked Applebloom, who had spend the procedure staring up at the ceiling.

“Not...just yet, Applebloom...say, uh, this one might feel a little strange, so-"

“Are you gonna cut my pussy out?”

“N-Now where did you learn that word, young missy?”

“Are you?”

“...well, I’m gonna cut out yer uterus, and your vagina’s kinda attatched to that, so...”

“Oh. That’s ok...” said Applebloom.

“I’m sorry honey, but you’re not gonna get to use yours that much from now on anyway. ‘Sides...if we cut that out, I was gonna cut your hip-bone out. Could use all the bone we can get, I say.” She started to make the cut when Applebloom stopped her.

“Sis...do you think, before you do, that you could...that I can...come? Is that what it’s called?”

Applejack blushed, before looking down at her sister’s pussy, then her eyes, then back down to the pussy.

“I guess...I can help out...’keep it in the family’ and all that...” she replied. In truth, Applejack had started to have...urges...since this morning. Something about her precious little sister giving herself utterly to the family-to her-so willingly was pushing buttons she didn’t even know existed up until now. She put the knife down, and then started to softly stroke her sister’s lips. Soon she started adding pressure to her tiny clitoris with her thumb.

“Feel good, Applebloom?”

“Well...I’m kinda numb, to be honest...”. Applejack blinked, then remembered the potions she had gotten from Zecora.
“Oh, right. Uh, gimme a second here. You’ll feel this alright.”

Applejack pulled her sister roughly over to the edges of the table, then got down on her knees. With no legs, Applejack had fully access to her sister’s snatch, which she took full advantage of, using two hands to spread Applebloom’s lips wide. She looked at the sight before her, then she greedily started slurping away. This elicited a response from her sister, who gasped and moaned.

“Oh, w-what is that feeling? Is this...am I cumming now?”

“Oh, you will sweetheart, be patient” replied Applejack, muffled slightly by pussy. She worked a tongue inside her sister-it was unbelievably tight, reminding Applejack of better days at Camp Friendship, when she was just a little filly herself. Forgetting about the grievous state her sister found herself in, she tried to hold legs that were no longer there. She bit down hard on her sister’s clit, which earned a yelp. Her sister, overwhelmed by a combination of sensation and circumstance, started yelling, her hands massaging the tips of her breasts.

“Oh Applejack, yes! I love you!”

“Ah Love you two, Applebloom!”

“This is the best! I’m going to be...cumming!”

“Cum for me, sis! For the last time!”

Oh yes! Oh...Oh, high Twilight!”

“Yeah that’s ri-Wait what?!” Applejack almost broke her own neck spinning around. Sure enough, Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, was standing by the barn door, eyes wide.

It seemed to Applebloom that Twilight thought something was wrong. It was probably her missing legs. Probably the gaping hole in her tummy, too. She decided to explain things.

“I’m helping, Twilight! Applejack’s making me into farm tools!”

Twilight put her hands on her hips and sighed.

“And she’s showing me what cumming is, too! It’s great!” added Applebloom. She spread her soaking labia with one hand, balancing herself with the other. Applejack giggled nervously and looked back and Twilight, shrugging.

“She, uh..wanted to know before I...you know...”

“No, I don’t know. What’s going on? Are you really harvesting her?” asked Twilight. The farmpony nodded. She explained the situation to Twilight-the poor harvest, the desperate finances, the pride the family took in keeping the farm running without outside help. Twilight listened patiently.

“I understand how much this farm means to you Applejack, but really, me and the girls would have been more than happy to help. Remember that time you tried to harvest every apple tree by yourself? You nearly went crazy, but even you accepted that it’s alright to ask your friends for help.”

“I know that Twi, and I appreciate it, but that’s exactly what happened. Applebloom wants to help the family, and that’s what she’s doing. We’ll have hoes, shovels, rope, leather and feed. All natural, all 100% Apple family. Ain’t that right sugarcube?” she said, smiling down at her mutilated sister. Applebloom grinned happily up, happy to hear how much of a help she was being. Twilight stared down at her, noting how glad she seemed at her sacrifice.

“Well...I guess it’s her choice. I’ll miss you, Applebloom. Just like I miss Sweetiebelle....” she said. “Looks like the Cutie Mark Crusaders are down to one member now.”

“Well, she did say something about Rainbow Dash, so maybe we’ll all be gone soon.” said Applebloom. “Actually, while you’re here, Twilight...do you know any spells that can make me, I dunno, live a little longer? I’d like to be around as long as I can” This made the alicorn pause, and stroke her chin with a thoughtful finger, before grinning.

“Well, actually...I’ve been studying Sweetie Belle’s brain-testing its reaction to raw magic, how it responds to certain spells, ways to potentially suspend brain activity in the absence of properly oxygenated-" She stopped, realising that all she was getting was blank stares. Oh yeah, she thought. Farmers.

“Long story short,” she said, coughing. “I think I know a way to have your brain sustain itself independently, regardless of oxygen and blood levels.” Applejack scrunched her face up.

“Come again?”

“Oh, just let me show you” groaned the purple princess. Her horn lit up, and Applebloom felt a funny feeling, like she was taking off a hat, even when she knew that she wasn’t wearing one. Twilight’s horn flashed again, and for a few moments it felt like someone had wrapped her head in foam. Then the feeling went away, and Applebloom felt her “hat” come back down. Applejack’s mouth gaped.

“What in tarnation was that, Twi?”

“I told you already!”

“Well try it again, cause it didn’t stick!” Twilight rolled her eyes, frustrated.

“Ok, the ultra short version: Applebloom won’t die unless you destroy her brain. Probably.”

“What do ya mean, ‘probably’?”

“I don’t exactly use this spell a lot, do I?!”

As the older two girls were talking, Applebloom decided to get back to trying to cum. She started to massage her slick folks with her fingers-slowly at first, before increasing her speed, until she was panting gently. Remember what her sisters tongue had been doing, she slid a finger inside herself, moaning at the sensation as she tickled her inner walls. Twilight was still trying to explain her magic to Applejack-she looked like she was now using an elaborate series of diagrams. Applebloom lay down on the table and used both of her hands to stimulate herself-one to rub that little nub near the front, and one to rub along inside herself. Inexperienced as she was, it wasn’t long before she rose to the heights she was feeling before Twilight arrived.

“So what you’re saying is...I can keep taking parts...and she won’t die?”

“Yes! As I’ve been saying, it’s all quite simple. Now, there may be other side effect-“

“Aaaaaah!”

The princess and the farm pony whipped their heads around to see Applebloom finally cum. The redhead sighed happily as she panted for breath., and she let her head collapse down onto the table. Her skullcap, which had been cut loose by Twilight before being set back on her head, slipped off and rolled off the edge of the table, landing with hollow clacking noise, and eventually settling down top side up.

“That...was real nice.” said the panting girl, oblivious. Twilight blushed heavily, although she was quietly fascinated. Applejack smiled at her sister’s happiness.

“Glad you got to feel something with your pussy before you lose it.” she said, picking up her knife again. “I appreciate your help Twi, but can you let me get to this?” Twilight nodded, and quietly left her friend to her work, happy that she was able to help at least.

Applejack circled round to the side and place her hands through the cut in Applebloom’s lower abdomen. She quickly cut through the vaginal passage right beneath the labia, then cut the rest of the uterus out too. She held it up in front of her face, and squeezed it experimentally a few times. Then she checked its flexibility by stetching the entrance out-it was surprisingly elastic.

“Useful little thing, this. Might keep it for storing seeds. Might even hold a couple apples, don’tcha think?” she asked her little sister, who was still a little out of sorts from her orgasm. Hearing no reply, Applejack set the womb down with the other organs before continuing. Picking up the saw, she began sawing away at the bit of spine connecting the pelvis to the rest of the body. After she was done cutting through that, she began the process of freeing the hip bone, prying it out with her bare hands and a lot of tugging. There was still a small amount of femur attached to it-she forcefully pushed it out of the joints of meat that amounted to was left of Applebloom’s legs. Triumphant, she held her prize in her hands-it was a lot of bone, alright. Between that, the legs and top of her sisters skull, she had enough raw material to make all kinds of repairs and improvements around the farm.

Finally, she removed the leftover meat from the hips, including the rump. She wasn’t sure if she was going to grill it, at least while Applebloom was alive, so she decided to keep it in storage right now.

Applejack looked down at what was left of Applebloom. Everything above the belly button was still in good shape, if you ignored the bright pink brain emerging from where her forehead should have been. Her naked chest rose softly with breath, and her ribcage now seemed to stick out now that there was no belly to contrast with it. Applejack wondered automatically if she could find a use for her sisters ribs, and then immediately felt a little guilty that she had that mindset now.

Beneath that, there was only loose skin, the anus and labia still in one piece, but with nothing to support it. There was still some spine left, but the bone was awfully rigged looking-she wasn’t sure how easy it would be to craft something useful out of it. She briefly considered making it into a saw, but the one she had been using all this time seemed pretty damn useful, so she decided to leave it for the time being.

“Well,reckon that will do us for now, little one. You’re free to go.” Said Applejack. She helped her sister onto the ground, and soon Applebloom was standing on her hands, looking up at the blonde farm pony.

“I hope my parts are useful, sis.” She said. Applejack nearly teared up, but she composed herself and gave the reduced filly a big hug, making sure to give her a kiss as well.

“You’re a true Apple; this farm will always owe you a debt. Now go on and enjoy yourself, and I’ll start crafting you into some grade-A equipment, ok? See you later, sugarcube.”

Applebloom kissed her sister back, on the cheek. Soon it turned into what she knew as a grown-up kiss, with Applejack sending a strong tongue into her mouth, dancing around inside. It felt a little weird, but she figured it was a sign that her sister was really happy with her, and that made her feel even more special. She smiled up at Applejack before trooping off back to the farmhouse, wondering what she was going to do with the rest of her day.

Night had come to Sweet Apple Acres, but sleep wouldn’t come to Applebloom. The day had passed her by in a blur. She remembered talking to Granny Smith about something-probably saying goodbye in a way-but the exact words eluded her. She remembered having dinner, and how strange the atmosphere had been. Before tonight, dinnertime had been strained. Today had big smiles from everyone, even herself, as they had chatted about things of little to no consequence. Or perhaps it had merely seemed that way to Applebloom. She might have felt wigged out, but she could still detect the odd stare at her exposed brain, or at her empty lower torso. Applebloom had tried to eat, but found that she had no appetite without any sort of digestive system. Besides, the chewed up food merely ended up going straight out of her holes, making a mess on the nice chairs. No one had asked her to get dressed again-it seemed pointless.

So she had spent the rest of the day lying about trying to read, or looking out the window. Applebloom had seen glimpse of her siblings using their shiny new tools, the white bone clear as day. She had watched as Applejack made a lasso out of the intestines that she had harvested, watched as she had twirled it in the air, a satisfied look on her face as she did so. Applebloom herself felt a certain sense of pride, too. She really was being helpful. And this was only a small part of her being used-there was still about half of her to go!

Soon, however, it had been time to rest, at her sister’s insistence-“You’ve had a hard day, sugarcube, and we might need you again tomorrow. Go get some shut eye.” But the fact was that Applebloom didn’t feel tired at all. Maybe it was the potions she had taken, maybe it was Twilights spell, or maybe it was just because of what had happened, because of what was happening-what was gonna happen. Whatever it was, Applebloom had tossed and turned in her bed to no avail, and eventually gave up.

Throwing the covers off of her reduced form, the farmgirl caught sight of her reflection in the dresser mirror on the other side of her bed. Applebloom hadn’t really sat down and had a good look at herself all day, but now she took in the sight of her legless body, with her lower torso deflated like a balloon, save for the bump that was her spine running along the middle. She rubbed it with her hand, stroking gently up and down as he evaluated herself. Her lack of hair was, in all honestly, the most off putting thing about her new appearance. If she squinted, she could maybe trick herself into thinking that her pink brain was just a new haircut. She noted for the first time that her trademark pink ribbon was missing; it had been attached to her hair when she had lost the top of her head. It was a good time to lose it, now that she had stopped being a real person, and was now simply parts waiting to be harvested. Maybe Applejack would keep it.

Her trailing fingers felt the edge of her spine, which ended just in front of what used to be her pussy, and what was now just one of three little holes at the bottom of her torso. Applebloom rubbed her folds-it didn’t feel anywhere near as good as before, but it was something. She slipped her hand inside the hole, feeling the skin stretch around her hand. Before yesterday she had never had anything bigger than a finger inside of herself-now she was shoving a hand inside with no problem. Of course, if she still had a vagina this would be different, but still.

Fishing around, she felt something cold and hard-her spine. It was still attached to the muscles on her back. She slid a hand in between the bone and her flesh, and started to try and force her way through. With some effort, she was able to start slowly easing her had up, until soon the skin and muscle on her back was hanging loosely from her shoulders.

Curious, Applebloom grabbed hold of her spine, wrapping her fingers around the bone. She felt a jolt travel up her body as she did so, although she didn’t quite understand why. She moved her hand upwards until it bumped into her ribs, then back down again, feeling the ridges against her palm. She wondered if she could see it through one of her holes. Given that it was the closest, Applebloom spread her butthole open with her free hand-it wasn’t as big as her other holes, but after a few minutes of stretching it with her fingers, she was able to keep it as wider as the span between her thumb and forefinger. Then she started pushing her skin upwards whilst guiding the bone through the hole, so that eventually she had a good six centimeters of bone protruding from her asshole.

Applebloom smiled to herself, shaking her torso around. Maybe this is what boys felt like, she thought. Then she felt something give down below, like a ripping sensation. Her face froze, and for a few moments she didn’t move, before slowly examining the strange feeling with her fingers. It seems she had been a little too enthusiastic in her stretching, and ripped the little bit of skin between her butthole and her pussy, creating one big hole where two smaller ones had previously been. She thought about this, then shrugged-it wasn’t like she needed either hole anymore. It made things easier in a way, as she was now able to pull her lower torso skin up all the way to below her ribcage, exposing her spine as she did so. She let go, and the skin stayed rolled up as she stood up on her hands, making her look even smaller now.

None of this made Applebloom feel ready for bed, of course. She pondered what she was going to do next, when she heard a faint noise coming from across the hallway. She paused, wondering what it was-no one else would be up this late, surely? There was silence for a while, and Applebloom started to relax, until she heard it again. It sounded like a voice. Listening harder, Applebloom heard another voice-unmistakable male, this time. Big Mac? Usually Applebloom wouldn’t be one for investigating, but usually she would be asleep by now. And besides, it’s not like she had anything to lose investigating, she told herself.

Climbing down from her bed, she quietly opened her door. She stood there, spine swaying gently in between her two hands, as she listened again for the noise. It was coming from Applejack’s room. Unable to resist her own curiosity as to, she hurried across, noticing that the light was on. As she reached for the handle, Granny Smith’s words from the other day came into her mind, and how her siblings and seemed embarrassed. As she turned the handle, she thought of the world of pleasure she had discovered this morning, if only for a moment, and how Applejack might want to feel that too. As she opened to door, she had an inkling of what the noise was-her sister, moaning.

Applebloom noticed a couple of things straight away after she opened the door. The first the smell-a strange sort of smell, like sweat, but not altogether unappealing. Then there was the fact that her siblings were naked. She had seen them naked before of course, but not like this. Applejack’s generous rack was heaving up and down, glistening with sweat, as she bent over her bedside. And Big Mac...Applebloom was no expert in male anatomy, but she figured that his penis must be bigger than the average, from what she could see of it as he hilted himself. Much bigger. She realised just how immense the frame of his body was as he loomed over Applejack, his red body practically glowing She also noticed that Big Mac was putting his penis inside of his sister’s butthole, rather than her pussy. Maybe that’s why she was moaning-he was doing it wrong, the silly big lump. Finally, there was the fact that they were staring at her, mouths gaping open.

No one said anything, as Applebloom slowly closed the door behind her. Her brother’s eyes were large and brimming with alarm, but her sister looked more concerned than anything, as she beckoned for her to come over, Big Mac still fully inside of her. Appebloom climbed onto the bed, lying beside the entwined couple.

“I couldn’t sleep, and...ah heard noises...” she whispered, by ways of explanation. Applejack went to stroke her sisters hair instinctively, pulling her hand back from the lump of grey matter at the last second, instead cupping her sisters cheek.

“Oh ‘Bloom, you near gave your brother and me a heart attack coming in here.” Big Mac chuckled nervously, still uncertain.

“Is this what Granny Smith was talking ‘bout the other day?”

“Oh, don’t pay her no mind, she was just making guesses. We only do this at night, and you know how deep a sleeper she is. Hell, we could do it in her room and she wouldn’t wake up. Not that we would...” Applebloom pulled a face, and the three of them shared a quiet laugh. Applejack stroked her sister face, and Applebloom started to relax at her touch.

“So...you ain’t, uh...weirded out or nothing, right? Folks wouldn’t much care for this sorta thing.”

“No offense sis, but I’ve kinda got other things on my mind at the moment.”

“’Course, ’course...”

“But uh...how come he’s putting it in yer butt? That don’t seem right to me.” Applejack scrunched her face up.

“Well...some folks like it different is all, and we don’t have to worry bout pregnancies and such-Oooh...” Applejack moaned into her hand as Big Mac finally withdrew himself. He hadn’t come yet, but the sudden and unexpected arrival of his dismembered sister and been something of a mood kill, and his massive member had went semi-flaccid. Still, Applebloom audibly gasped when she seen it, which earned a smirk from her big sister.

“Well, he ain’t called Big Mac for nothing.” she said, turning around to face her brother. Her anus was yawning open-Applebloom thought she could stick a hand up there without it touching the sides. But her gaze kept returning to the monster between her older brother’s legs. Applejack could barely fit it in her hand as she tried to pump it back into shape. He found himself getting hard again as he watched his partially dismantled sister scoot over her sister, so that her face was inches away from her brother’s cock. She could smell the musk coming from it, and she wondered what it tasted like, so she gave his shaft a lick, then another, trailing her tongue up to the bulging head.

“Tastes good, right? You’ve been so good, sugarcube...”

whispered Applejack into her head. “But you kinda killed our buzz. So why don’t we put your body to use in a different way?”

Applebloom suddenly felt another jolt going up her body, as her sister grabbed hold of her spine. Then she felt herself getting lifted up into the air. The blonde farmpony stood up on the bed, dangling her sister upside down, lowering her head so that it was facing the still-growing length of her brother’s cock. Realizing intuitively what was required of her, Applebloom opened her mouth, wrapping her arms around her brothers waist as best she could. The head eased itself in slowly past her lips, letting her get used to the sheer size of it, as it occupied nearly all of her mouth. Then, with a care and finesse that surprised her, Big Mac slowly began to move more of himself into her throat. If she still had a stomach she might have thrown up as the tip triggered her gag reflex, but nothing happened. Her jaw creaked as she opened her mouth beyond her normal capacity, and her breathing became louder and faster, although she technically didn’t need to breath to live anymore.

Looking down at the hole that Applebloom’s ass and pussy had become, Applejack wondered if she could get a better view of the proceedings. Holding the spine in place between her chin and chest, she jammed her arms inside and started to spread them apart. There was some resistance, but eventually there was a tearing sound as she tore the hole even wider, so that it could fit around the ribcage. With her improved view, Applejack could see her brother’s penis slide up past the tattered remains of the oesophagus, flanked by the only two remaining organs in her sister’s torso-the heart and lungs, still beating and contracting even now.

“Well...this sure is a sight...” she said, and could feel her own wetness. The thought of how aroused she was over this decadence simply made her hornier. Gripping the spine again, her free hand started to rub her dripping sex furiously. She gave the spine an experimental lick, but it felt cold and hard.

“Feel good, Mac?” she said, watching as he brother closed his eyes and sweated profusely.

“...yyyup.” Said Big Mac. He had started pistoning himself in and out now. There was a loud crack as Applebloom’s jaw finally gave, popping off its hinges and hanging halfway off his cock, but he hardly noticed. This wasn’t his littlest sister anymore-it was just a tool to be used and enjoyed by himself and Applejack. Then he felt something else envelope the tip of his penis. Looking up, he saw that Applejack was now also taking him in her mouth, her face buried inside the other end of Applebloom’s ribcage. Finally, he came, gushing geysers of cum into the blond’s waiting mouth, who was also shuddering in orgasm. As they shook, Applebloom’s brain slipped halfway out of her skull, dangling just above the bedsheets, anchored in place by her spinal cord and her optic nerves.

Big Mac grunted as Applejack pulled the younger sister off his length, dumping her on the bed. The two older siblings kissed atop her mangled body. Applebloom had fallen unconscious at some point, and they looked at her fondly.

“She really is a natural born tool, huh? Shovels, lasoos, fucktoy...she can do it all.”

“Yyyyup.”

“I’m gonna go put her back in her room. You best get too-even Granny might have heard that.”

“Yyyyup.”

Opening the door, Big Mac snuck away as best as his frame could let him, while Applejack carried her sleeping sister back to her room. She considered tucking her in, as she might have done in the past, but chose to simply place her on the bed, face up. Applejack wondered how long it would be before they used up all of her sister’s parts. Would she survive long under Twilight’s spell? Would she be happy living forever as just a brain in a jar marked with her name? Or as an empty skull? Would it be better to just kill her?

Would Big Mac one day have her on the chopping block, too?

She suddenly felt very tired-it had been a long day for her, too. She kissed Applebloom on what was left of her forehead, and retired to bed, eager to see what tomorrow would bring.

It was probably a good thing that Applebloom didn’t dream that night; she didn’t feel up for talking to the Princess of the Night about what she had been up to. When she did wake, there was a period of disorientation: she couldn’t seem to feel her legs. The little farmgirl tried to yawn, but her mouth felt funny, like it was open too wide. She sat up, catching sight of herself in the dresser mirror-her jaw was hanging down impossibly wide, almost to her throat. At this moment, it all came back to Applebloom. She must have been out like a light-it was coming up for the afternoon, and she could hear her siblings working the orchard from here. Knowing once again her role as a mere piece of equipment, she relaxed. Even being alive was a bonus at this point, after all-what’s the harm in a funny-looking mouth?

Truth be told she thought it was funny. She tried talking, but all that came out was a strange kind of mumble. Using her pillows to stand herself up, Applebloom used her two hands to pull her mouth open as wide as she could, staring down her own throat, where she could just make out the dark shapes of her remaining organs. She could easily put her fist inside her mouth, followed by her arm up to just below the elbow. It was nothing on what she had taken last night. The memory of her big brother’s cock skewering her practically all the way through blazed across her mind. She watched her throat bulge as her arm traveled down. As she suspected, her breathing remained easy even with the intrusion-the work of Twilight’s spell, no doubt. Grasping with her fingers, she felt something hot brush against them. She strained some more as she forced her arm just a little bit deeper. Trying again, she was rewarded for her efforts. Her little hand grasped her own hot, beating heart.

Applebloom stood still for a moment, letting her most symbolic of organs beat its tiny beat in her hand. Once again, her curiosity overruled her senses, and she began tugging at the organ. It didn’t take much to detach it from its holdings, and soon her arm was traveling back up her throat, taking her prize with it. She fell to the side as her heart emerged, and she held it up to her gaze. Princess Cadence would have a thing to say or two about removing your own heart, but for now, Applebloom laughed softly as she basked in the sensation.

After a while, she put the heart down on a pillow, before returning to the mirror. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to do the same for her lungs, as they were a bit bigger, and more awkward to handle. Applebloom tugged at her torso skin, which was now basically a long dress that dangled down from her neck. Even the skin on her ribcage was coming loose, causing her nipples to move around as she tugged at the hole where her pussy and ass used to be. She rolled the skin up past her ribcage until it was up to her armpits and neck, fully exposing her spine and ribs. She wondered what her sister would use her skeleton for as she slid her hands up inside her chest cavity, feeling her lungs slowly rise up and down. After a bit of tugging, the two pink bags joined her heart on the pillow. All three organs continued to work away as if nothing was wrong.

At this point, Applebloom was determined to dismantle as much of herself as possible, as if to make things easier for her sister. Raising her left arm up, she worked her right arm up the skin until it was loose. Holding her skin, she pulled her arm down until it was free of her skin. Then she repeated the process with her other arm, leaving the skin of her arms dangling down her side. She admired her muscles-her upper body strength was always the best of her friends. Moving on to her head, she slid her bony fingers up between the skin and muscle of her neck, past her hanging jaw and into her own face. She watched in the mirror as the print of her hand bulged beneath her face. When she reached the rim of her forehead she started circling her arm around, so that she loosed the skin around her entire head. When she retracted her arm the skin practically fell away on its own, exposing what was left of her skull, and freeing Applebloom to pull her skin off entirely.

The now skinless girl examined her hide, marveling at how her face was now locked in a permanent expression of surprise, the empty eyeholes and mouth gaping open. She dumped it on the floor. Next came her jaw, which she could now easily pull off. This caused her tongue to spill out onto her chest, and the length of the muscle took Applebloom by surprise. Dropping her jaw onto her skin, Applebloom tried tugging her tongue out. It took effort, but soon she ripped it free from herself. It was wet and spongy, so she quickly dropped it, thinking it couldn’t possible have much use.

Applebloom’s wandering hands now made their way up to her brain. Before now she had left this part of herself alone, but now her fingers prodded the grey matter curiously-it felt like firm jelly. She managed to force her hands down the sides of her skull, allowing her to grip her brain. Pulling upwards, she felt resistance coming from various places. One quick tug severed her optic nerves, blinding her, but at this point she didn’t really care. There was still something keeping her brain attached to her head, so she summoned all of her strength before pulling upwards. As she did so, she suddenly lost all feeling in her arms. In fact, she lost all sensation at all. She didn’t feel her body tumble lifeless backwards, still holding onto her brain. She didn’t feel anything. A single though appeared in her mind:

“Uh-oh.”

-

“So you found her like this?” asked Twilight, observing the wreckage of what was once Applebloom.

“Yup. Fool of a filly went and tore herself up. Went up to check on her and found this instead.” Said Applejack. She looked around sadly. “Was gonna tell her that the tools we made were holding up strong. Probably could have kept her around without taking any more parts for a good few years.”

“Oh...that’s so sad.” Said Twilight. Applejack shrugged.

“Well, in the end, she made her choice, I guess. We’ll find a use for these parts somehow. Could make furniture outta her arms and legs, might even put the skin back onto it. Skull can be our new fruitbowl, too. That seems fitting. Don’t really need the organs, though.” She said, gesturing. “If you want them for your studies then you go ahead.”

“Oh...well, I suppose they would go to waste otherwise...” said Twilight.

“Think she’s still alive? You said the brain’d be ok as long as it wasn’t destroyed, yeah?”

“That’s... technically true, but the truth is there’s no way of knowing. Not yet anyway.” She picked the organ up with her magic, along with the heart and lungs, which had stopped functioning. “I’m running a lot of experiments right now though, what with all the fillies getting harvested, so hopefully this can come in handy. She’ll have Sweetie Belle for company, at least.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me none if Scootaoo ended up a brain in yer castle soon. Then you could have the full set.”

“Well, I suppose that would be nice, in a strange way. Well...I’ll leave you to this.”

“Thanks, Twi. I really ‘preciate your help in all this. My sister made a big sacrifice for this farm, and we’ll never forget it.” Said the farmpony. Twilight thanked her, leaving with the organs. Applejack surveyed the scene, wondering where to start, before a voice from the window broke the silence.

“AJ! Got anymore rope? We need some more.”

“Uh... give me a minute.”

THE END
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