#Anthro applejack how to#

#Anthro applejack how to#

Lyra sobbed openly, too traumatized to understand what was happening or how to get herself out of harm's way. The rest of Bon Bon's body had not been completely severe by the hoe, her spine was exposed from the neck and her broken body hung awkwardly around it. Resting atop the blade was the head of Bon Bon, the terror still stamped clearly on her face from her final moments of life. The tree directly adjacent to Lyra's showed a worn and bloodied hoe had been sharpened and slammed into the tree trunk. The rest of said ponies laid in misshapen heaps at the base of the trees: bones, entrails, and colorful coats now stained crimson with the odor of their death carried in the breeze. Gardening tools and worn rope adorned the apple tree trunks, holding only sparse pieces of the ponies they had once held in place. The remains of the missing ponies of Ponyville had been the objects she'd seen in her haze, or rather, what was left of them. On her next intake of the rancid odor her eyes flew open and she let out an ear-piercing scream of terror. She closed her eyes tightly, her mind putting the pieces together as her other senses were violated by her current reality. As her vision progressed, she realized that the strange lumps on the trees weren't branches and the piles below them weren't leaves. She guessed that she was in some part of the Apple family orchard that had been long forgotten as evidenced by the mangled, overgrown branches and the piles of dried leaves littering the ground around them. At first, she could only make out trees and a sunset. It took several minutes for the immense headache and blurred vision to ease enough for her to see where she was. She thrashed her head back and forth trying to avoid the trail of blood from her hooves getting in her eyes. A rancid odor of death and decay grew with every labored breath. Slowly, Lyra's senses began to intake her surroundings. Her heart started beating faster and her breaths became hard and labored, her torso was crushed against the apple tree in what she assumed to be rope, limiting the use of her lungs. Her front hooves were secured above her head by something sharp and when she tried to move them it sent searing pain along her hooves and a fresh trail of blood that trickled onto her brow. When Lyra regained her consciousness, she found she had been restrained to what felt like an old stump or a tree. Warning ⚠️ contains a lot of blood and gore (not for kids or Sensitive Readers)