Orientation

Big Mac stood patiently by the front gate of his farm as he awaited a special delivery. It had not been long since the world that he had known had changed around him. The once peaceful land of Equestria had been his home his entire life, ruled over by two benevolent princesses named Celestia and Luna. There were dangers and hardships, but for the most part he had lived happily.

Now things were different. All of Equestria was under new rule, that of the caribou and their king. It all happened so fast. The caribou invaded the capital city of Canterlot, rounded up all the mares there and stripped them of their clothing, their freedom, and their dignity. They captured the princesses that had ruled over the ponies for more than a thousand years and reduced them to sex slaves.

As he dwelled on the event, Applejack came up to him from the farmhouse. "Ok Macintosh, everything is ready." She said to him.

Applejack was there that day; she had seen with her own eyes the downfall of life as the ponies had known it. After being captured, demeaned and defiled, she bore witness as the same happened to all who tried to defy the caribou. She also saw how some ponies willingly accepted their new roles: mares who willingly turned themselves to whores and stallions who aided in the conquest and rape of those they once called neighbors and friends.

After a moment of silence she grabbed his shoulder and shook it slightly. "Mac!"

The stallion turned his head to his sister in response to her touch. "Huh?" He said, being too deep in thought to hear her before.

"Ah got the room ready for 'em. Everything in it is boxed up and put away." Applejack said stretching her muscles out after all the work she did, making Mac feel awkward as he looked at her body. She was completely naked save for a black collar around her throat, an indication that she was an unwilling slave mare of the caribou's empire.

"And the bed?" asked Mac.

"Disassembled and stored in the cellar with the rest." AJ replied. "Are ya sure you're gonna be able to handle all this?"

Applejack was referring to the delivery Big Mac was waiting for, a group of mares. After the caribou had taken over, Mac had been placed in charge of most of the surrounding farms that had previously belonged to mares in the area, since he was the only male who had any in-depth experience in farming in Ponyville.

As a result Mac was now the sole provider of fruits and vegetables in the town which increased his workload tenfold. It was hard to keep up with the demand for food, especially on days when he had to let other stallions use AJ as a sex object, and thus Mac found himself reluctantly turning to the caribou for help. One form for additional help later, here he was waiting for four mares being delivered to him like a bunch of cattle.

Most stallions at this point would see this as something exciting. Four more slave mares to torment, abuse and fuck. Not Mac though; he wasn't like the rest. When the caribou swept through Equestria spreading their corrupted crystal heart spell Mac was not affected by it, or if he was it was to such a degree that no one could notice. To him the sudden change of attitude his fellow males displayed towards mares, as well as the willing acceptance of this from red collared mares, was more than a little revolting.

"It has nothing to do with if I think ah can handle it." Mac said as he looked down the road. "We need help if we are going to stay afloat. As much as ah hate to say it these girls are free labor. The caribou are even providing their food, at least for a while."

"If ya can call that food." Applejack added, leaning her back against the gate. "Think they'll take to the way things work around here?"

Macintosh stepped out in the road, seeing a cart coming down it. "The black collars shouldn't have any trouble. It's the reds we gotta worry about. Get to your knees, they're coming." AJ quickly obeyed her brother, getting on the ground and sitting on her legs.

Moments later the cart came up along the entrance of the farm. It was being driven by two pegasi that were wearing armor that identified them as Canterlot royal guards, and pulled by two females wearing black collars and wing binders. Seeing that their coats matched the two stallions, and that their cutie marks both had knightly symbolism, he assumed that the mares were once part of Celestia's female guard.

On the heads of the mares were leather hoods that tightly wrapped around their skulls, covering everything except for one hole at their snouts to allow them to breathe and another at the top to allow their manes out in ponytails. Their arms were also bound, connected by leather shackles to rings pierced in their nipples which forced the mares to hold their arms up to their breasts. Lastly Big Mac noticed that the reins the guards were holding didn't connect to bits in their mouths, but instead wrapped around their necks just below their collars. When the guard pulled on them it cut off their air and they knew quickly to stop their stride.

One of the guards got off the cart and stepped to Mac. "I take it you're the one who ordered the girls?" He said, going straight to the point.

"Eyup..." Mac said in return, wanting to have this done as quickly as possible. "Where are they?"

The guard gestured Mac to the back of the cart. With his view no longer obscured he could see the mares that were gonna be left in his charge, each chained by their collars to the cart's bumper. He knew these mares, each of them being a resident of Ponyville before the caribou took over. Lily Valley, Daisy, Roseluck and Carrot Top, mares that had backgrounds in agriculture and would be skilled in how to work on a farm for the purposes that Mac needed.

As the guard went to remove the chains from the cart Mac looked over the mares closely. They were exhausted from their trek from wherever they had come from, but otherwise no worse for wear. Mac was glad to see that most of them bore a black collar, all except for Roseluck who had on a red one.

Daisy jerked away from him as he inspected the mares. It added another level of shame to Mac, whatever had been done to her must have instilled a sense of fear in her of males. Her attempts to avoid him however were thwarted as the guard pulled her towards Mac by the chain on her neck, making it so he had to catch her in his arms. "Don't shy away girl. This is your master now. He is going to run you ragged on this farm as a work bitch. I bet he'll wear you out in a week and send you back right back to us."

The timid mare's eyes widened at the thought of returning from whence she had come from. "N-no!" She looked up to Mac, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Please master! Please keep me here and use me in any way you see fit! I'll work as your slave, I'll take your cock wherever you want, just don't send me back there!" Mac had no idea how to reply to that. He wanted to comfort her right there and then, but he didn't want the other stallions to see him do it. Seeing no better option he simply decided to say nothing and left the mare's side.

The guard finally removed the chains and handed them over to Mac along with a key for the locks on their collar rings. "You're going to have to sign off for them." The guard said walking back up to the front of the cart.

Mac went to the front with him, the four mares now in tow. Getting to Applejack he offered the chains and keys to her. "Take them over to the fields, I'll be there shortly."

"Yes master." Applejack said with a nod. Getting to her hooves she took the items from her brother and led the girls away.

"You trust that black collar bitch?" The guard said handing Mac a clipboard with a form on it.

"More than any other mare in Equestria." Mac took it and signed it quickly. He no longer wanted to be in the company of this pony. As he did however he found himself unable to look away from the two mares that would pull the guards to wherever they would be going after this.

"Fitting, isn't it?" The guard said, noticing Mac eying the cart mares up. "To think we let the mares use us all that time to pull them from place to place. Now they get to know how it feels."

Mac had never thought of pulling a cart for a mare as being "used". More that it was a common courtesy since a stallion was usually larger and better built physically. He dismissed the comment anyways as he knew that it was not coming from a source that sought some form of equality but instead simple oppression. He handed the signed form back to the guard and went to join his sister, not staying around to watch as the guards cracked a whip against the flanks of the helpless cart mares to get them to start moving once more.

The group of mares watched as their new master came towards them, uncertain of what was going to happen to them. So far they had been raped, tortured and degraded almost to the breaking point. The only one among them who had any enthusiasm about the situation was Roseluck, who was giving the large stallion a toothy grin. She couldn't wait to be at the mercy of his sexual desires.

"Ok girls," said Applejack "Just listen to Big M... Ah... mean our master and everything will be fine. Ah promise."

Mac stopped in front of the mares, relaxing his posture as he tried his best not to seem intimidating to them. "Ladies..." He said in an attempt to be polite. "I know ya'll have been through some horrendous things. I can't say that I know how it feels, cause ah don't. What I can say is that if ya'll do as ah say and pull your weight around here then we can at least make it so ya'll live relatively comfortable lives on mah farm. Now are there any questions?" Mac waited a moment, but couldn't help noticing the reluctant expressions on Lily, Daisy and Carrot Top's faces. "Come on, if ya don't speak up now ya might never get another chance. You have your master's permission to raise your hand."

Slowly Carrot Top raised her hand and waited until Mac pointed to her. "A-are you going to rape us?"

Big Mac expected this. "No, ah won't rape ya, but I might have to let others do so from time to time."

Lily raised her hand next. "Are you going to hurt us?"

Mac looked to the ground. "I can't say ah won't. If you act up I'm spose’ta punish you.... and some of the things you will do on mah farm will not be pleasant. If I can prevent it though I will, ah promise."

Roseluck took a shot at the questions. "How often are we going to be used to pleasure you?"

"What did I say? I'm not gonna rape you." Said Mac.

"Who said anything about rape?" Roseluck replied.

Mac let out a groan. Not even ten minutes on the farm and the red collar was saying things that were making him irritable. "If you really need to have sex every once in a while I'll set something up. There are plenty of stallions who will be willing to take a turn with ya."

He waited for a moment to see if Daisy had anything to ask, but she still seemed a bit timid. Figuring that she wasn't about to do anything she thought could even remotely get her in trouble Mac decided to move on.

"Now that all that is out of the way, ah want to say what we'll be doing here. Consider this your orientation. Now I know all of ya and ya'll know me. Let's just take it slow and make sure everyone understands what'll be expected of 'em." Mac walked the mares over to the fences that separated the fields from the house. "For the most part this'll be normal farm work. Tilling the ground, planting seeds, watering, harvesting, stuff ya'll can do. The difference is that I'm required to make ya use special tools to do all this with. Bondage gear, devices that will sexually torture you as you work..."

"But you said-!" Carrot Top started, but was shushed by AJ.

"Ah know what I said and stand by it." Said Mac. "But there are just some things that we have to do if I'm gonna keep ya'll here. Ah don't like it either honestly, but ah think that you'll agree that a bit of this stuff is better than another stallion doing it all the time."

Applejack stepped forward from the other mares and joined her brother. "What he's trying to say is that while he’d rather things just be the way they used to be it's impossible as long as the caribou are here and it doesn't look like they're gonna go away any time soon. So to make things easier for us all we just need to do what's required of us. If we get our work done, have sex when we need to and do it the way the caribou want then no one gets hurt and we all can be as comfortable as possible."

The way AJ put it Mac couldn't help but see the parallels between what he was doing and what the caribou were doing. Obey or suffer, that was the option he was giving. The only difference was that he would take no pleasure in the punishments he would issue.

"Ahem" Mac said stepping in front of his sister. "Now that all that is out of the way I have to give a few warnings and explain a bit of how things work around here." Mac waved the girls closer and little by little they came over to the stallion. "Most of farm land near Ponyville now belongs to me. Well, it’s more that I'm sanctioned by the caribou to make sure food is grown to keep things going 'round here. We grow everything here. Apples, carrots, celery stalks, you name it and we have it."

Some of the mares were beginning to get interested in what Mac was saying. Daisy, despite her earlier timidity, finally raised her hand. "Master... could it be possible that we grow a flower garden?"

Mac smiled, glad to see the mare come out of her shell. "If ya do what you're told ah don't see any reason why not. I'm allowed to reward good behavior. Just think of it as a bit of incentive." Mac turned back to the fields. "As ah was saying we grow everything, but one part of that is a field of pods over there."

The stallion pointed to a bunch of large green plants. "Those are tentacle plants that we grow for the caribou for Celes-" Mac covered his mouth, cutting himself short. The old world phrasing of using Celestia as some sort of all-knowing deity was not very welcome by ponies nowadays, but old habits were hard to break. "Ah mean for 'who' knows what. If any of you have to work anywhere near that field you will be assigned plugs to stick in yourselves for protection. If one grabs ya just relax and wait for it to release ya, they tend to give up if they can't find a hole."

Moving down the fences a bit Mac stopped and pointed to a farm in the distance that Carrot Top recognized as the one that’d been her own. "That up there is the only piece of farm land that I'm not in charge of. It's an animal farm ran by Fluttershy. There's all sorts of creatures there, including dangerous ones. Best if y'all stay far away from there."

Stepping away from the fence he led the mares to the farmhouse. "The last part of the tour is the house. Inside the barn is all the equipment I'll be teaching ya'll to use over the next few days. As I said before most of it's bondage gear that has been re-purposed as farming equipment." Mac looked to his sister, who had been patiently following the stallion in case he needed her. He had never been one for long conversations or speeches. "AJ, go ahead and do what you can in field thirteen today. I'm gonna show the girls where they'll be staying."

"Ya sure master?" Applejack asked.

"Yeah, ah can handle this." said Mac as he walked off with his group of newly acquired slave mares.

Mac opened the door to the main house and beckoned the girls inside. They were still not very sure what to make of this all. On the one hand it seemed like Mac was trying to be nice to them, but on the other hand he was telling them right to their faces that he was going to make them do things they didn't want to. Roseluck was the only one who had a grin on her face; the idea of the sexualized farm equipment and having the powerful stallion fill her with his shaft intensely excited her.

Going over to the door to Applejack's room Mac opened it for the group. The room was completely vacant save for four large cushions that sat on the floor. A twinge of grief hit Mac as he looked inside. He had never seen his sister's room so empty. "This will be where ya'll will be staying."

Lily was the first to take a peek in the room. "We get to stay inside?"

"Eyup" Mac replied.

"And there won't be any chains?" asked Carrot Top.

"Eyup" Mac reiterated.

"And we get to sleep on these cushions?" said Roseluck. Even she was grateful to have a nice place to sleep at night. The only time she had gotten a soft place to lay her head was if she had just got done fucking a stallion and that was only if he didn't kick her out of bed immediately after.

"Eyup" Mac said one last time. As the three girls stepped inside to look at their new living conditions, a light sob entered Mac's ears. "Is something wrong?" Mac said as he turned to Daisy, who was rubbing tears from her eyes. Mac placed his hands on her shoulders and knelt down to put his eye level to hers.

"I...I'm j...just..." The pink furred, green haired mare tossed herself at Macintosh and wrapped her arms around his neck. "So ha... ha... hap...py!" She cried out loudly. Mac, caught off guard by the Daisy's actions, was stunned. Slowly, not wanting to startle the mare, he wrapped his arms around her body.

"You have no idea what it was like! They ripped me from my home, stripped me in front of stallions who only encouraged them, raped me again and again and beat me when I wasn't good enough!" She said, reliving the events since the fall, her tears soaking the shoulder of Mac's shirt. "They said a week ago that I wasn't learning fast enough. That they were going to make me a purple!"

Mac's heart sank at her words. The act of "making a mare a purple" was a term used when a stallion planned to cause a mare such mental trauma that it broke them. Usually brought on by extreme amounts of sexual torture, a mare would become mentally damaged to the point that all they could think about was sex. They would then get a purple collar to represent this condition. While the purple collar was an indicator of any mental incapacity, the majority of mares wearing them were broken into them.

Thinking back, Mac recalled that he had sent his request for additional help roughly a week ago and it would seem that he had sent it just in time to save the mare. Then again, it could just as easily have been a cruel trick Daisy's keepers pulled on her to break her will since they knew she would leave soon.

"It's ok. You're safe. Ah won’t let that happen to you." Mac stroked her hair as he comforted the mare. He could tell that she was in a fragile state and it would take some time to repair the damage, if it would ever heal. For now he just let her keep her hold on him. After an uncomfortable amount of time she released the stallion and wiped her eyes clear of tears, snorting and whimpering still as she recovered from her onset of emotions.

"Daisy... I want ya to go in to room and rest. We can start your training tomorrow." said Mac, as much as he wanted to just let her rest for as long as she liked after such an ordeal the mare was no more exempt from her duties as a slave than any other mare in Equestria.

"Thank you master." said Daisy.

"Ya don't have to say that. Not when we're alone. Call me Mac." The stallion said.

"I-I couldn't!" Daisy objected.

Understanding her mindset Mac gave another option. "Then call me 'sir'." Mac liked that word better. It had a sense of respect to it, but lacked the implication of ownership.

"Yes sir." Daisy said, the word fitting her liking as well. She then entered the bedroom with the others and found herself a cushion to call her new bed.

Mac left the mares to their own devices, feeling a bit satisfied that he made at least a small difference in one of their lives. Having dealt with his new work crew, he was ready to join with his sister in the fields. The girls would soon have more work than they could handle and one more day with just him and his sister wouldn't make too much of a difference. But before he could make his way to Applejack, the stallion noticed the little flag on his mailbox was up; the mail mare had been by.

He went directly to the mailbox, slipping out the envelopes within it. Flipping through them he saw what he had come to expect: bills, letters from his family, ads for several businesses in the surrounding area covered in images of naked mares in pose. It was only when he reached the last envelope that he found something that made him freeze. On it in bold red letters was "Letter of Request". Tearing the envelope open he quickly pulled out the papers within. This was not the first time he received one of these. It meant that someone had gotten official authorization from the caribou to use Applejack for a day. Most mares wouldn’t be subject to this kind of treatment; the caribou laws treated them as property of their masters, and they could only be used if permitted by their owners. But Applejack, as one of the former elements of harmony, was deemed to have special community interest in humiliating her.

Skimming over the useless legal jargon he got right to the important parts. The place: Ponyville Square, the date: three weeks from then, the ponies who made the request: Flim and Flam. Mac couldn't believe the audacity of the two stallions. Doing this was like telling Mac to his face that they were going to abuse his sister and there was nothing that he could do to stop it. He crumpled the request form in his hands, infuriated, yet unable to stop what had been set in motion.