Prompt: The Apple family, nearly broke (probably from constantly wrecking and raising barns), are forced to sell off one of their own to bring in some money and reduce the number of mouths to feed. 

>Nearly silent, cursing lamentations gently echo throughout the Apple family home.
>A lone pony stares down at a table, papers strewn across it.
>Each paper tells of the impending damnation their family faces.
>Tears drip onto one of the many sheets.
>More curses quietly dance across the air.
>An all-encompassing blackness presses down against the orange mare.
>Desperate prayers to a god of some description are all she can manage anymore, trembling in her rickety wooden chair.
>The light in her lamp flickers and wavers, much like the soul of the once proud Applejack.
>"Please...please....please...please..."
>Her head falls to the table, hat flipping away in a careless manner.
>"Please...please...please..."
>"...no..."
>She knows what she must do to preserve her home.
>To preserve the very livelihood of her entire town.
>Their primary export and most significant source of income.
>The Apple.
>The sheen of it's red skin, the crisp, tangy flesh within can make anyone forget their troubles.
"We have an agreement, then?"
>A mysterious, dark figure makes themselves known, the deep, ominous voice bouncing across the walls of the room like a wild hunter, circling it's prey.
>"..Damn you...damn all of you."
"We all must make sacrifices, Applejack."
>AJ focuses her will to choking back sobs, very nearly failing to do so.
>A quill is levitated to the once proud, now broken, pony.
>She takes it in her hoof, barely managing to keep it still.
>"Ah'm sorry, Celestia forgive me, ah'm so sorry."
>Her name is sprawled across the dotted line on the sheet before her, taking a suspiciously red tint.
>Her resolve fails, and Applejack breaks down.
>A sinister chuckle reverberates around her.
"Very good."
"The deal is set. The youngest is mine."
>The youngest, sharply awoken, is dragged from her room, screaming.
>And as soon as it began, she, and the other, were engulfed in flame.
>Many have bargained their souls away for riches before.
>Who said it had to be yours?

Prompt: Gilda tries to court a giant eagle, not realizing that it isn't sapient. 

>"Playin' hard to get, huh? Alright tough guy, I got your game."
>Gilda sits on her perch, eying the hunk that just so happened to stop by her place, and join her for a meal.
>The lakeside was serene and quiet, picturesque if not for the corpse of a bovine resting against a tree.
>"You know, that cow was a real tough one. Love the sport of it, you know?"
>The focus of her desires stretches his grand, majestic wings before slowly curling them to his side.
>He then dips his head down into the lake for a drink.
>Gilda can no longer contain herself, her fiery passion dripping slowly from her tail.
>She lunges at him, like a target for a meal.
>Her future mate snaps his head out of the water in surprise, absolutely clueless.
>When Gilda lands her pounce, her boy toy begins wildly flapping about and screaming.
>"CAW CAW CAW"
>"WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME?"
>Gilda is then lacerated by the eagle's massive claws and is rendered unconscious.
>Today was a bestiality kind of day.