Fall of Equestria: Bruised Apples

Applejack shuddered amidst the hostile environment around her. She had been through many things that tested her as of late; the red collar plan, performing in Pinkie’s bordello, playing steed to a caribou’s bitch, and the countless times she had to willingly push herself on some jerk’s dick with her reward being that she’d be closer to her goal. None of that compared to what she was neck deep in just then, waiting in an alcove in the Appaloosa rodeo arena until it was her turn to go out there in the middle of a crowd that wanted three things; her humiliation, her body, and her absolute submission to their desires.

Watching the competition from her place kneeling next to her brother, emotions built up in her as another one of the competitors was being put through her paces. It angered her to see a buffalo woman being made to crawl around, her legs tethered to her nipple rings and her wrists to rings in her labia. She was probably one of the former warriors of the race, she was likely one of the males that tried to keep the people of Appaloosa safe from this very fate. It saddened AJ to know that; more than that though, she was nervous and a bit afraid as this was all too similar to her time in Canterlot.

For the first few months in that once glorious, and now wretched, city this was the order of the day for anyone unfortunate enough to have been trapped there during the invasion. The caribou wanted to confirm their dominance quickly, so while a portion of their military went out to conquer the remaining cities that were much less defended, the rest stayed behind to teach the newly corrupt stallions a thing or two about how to train a woman. Every day was treated like a celebration, with events just like this held all across the city where stallions drank, ate the finest foods and participated in anything the caribou had lined up for them. Mares were caged at night if not being penetrated by one or more dicks, fed slop and given water if they were well behaved. Being that Ivangir kept Applejack around as a cock warmer, and that her willful attitude didn’t mix well with his cruel nature, she spent far too many of those days only drinking cum straight from the tap.

And here she was once more completely surrounded, without the chastity belt or mouth muzzle that had protected her during the entire trip, naked as the day she was born save for the irritating and restricting collar on her throat. The small saving grace of it all was Mac’s presence and the knowledge that as she sat there psyching herself up for her role in all this, her family was doing as well as they could under Braeburn’s watchful eyes.

“Everything ok AJ?” asked Mac, seeing his sister’s shakes as clear as day.

“Of course Master, why wouldn’t Ah be fine strutting around in front of...” AJ broke her sentence with a gulp, “Hundreds of guy that will want a piece of me afterwards. It will be a pleasure to have them see what you’ve taught me.”

“Huh, that’s something you don’t hear coming from a black collar’s mouth too often,” said a stallion sitting aside Mac, wearing one of the thickest handlebar mustaches that AJ had ever seen. “Not without something to motivate some truth out of their tongues first. Why can’t you be more like her?”

Applejack traced down the stallion’s extended arm to the earth mare whose mane he had his fingers sunk into deeply to keep a hold of the girl. With a strong pull of the thick brown hair her head was wrenched backwards, the mare that sat in front of him gave a howl of disapproval to the feeling of follicles being yanked from her skull through the metal O-ring gag in her mouth. The look she gave her owner was one that AJ had not seen in some time, and would have been one she too bore if not for the illusion of submission she was trying to uphold. It was a welcome sight to see a mare take a stand, fighting against the tight ropes that weaved around her body, breasts and through her thighs, not allowing herself to be made to do what she didn’t want easily.

Her struggles, wild and violent as they were, made the mustached stallion become more liberal with his hands, grabbing parts of her body as punishment for her actions. It almost appeared like he wanted to rile her up, as no matter how much she screamed or lashed out the stallion refused to let up. “Easy there,” He mocked, slapping his hand down on the mare’s nipple that the accompanying cry was not needed to understand how much the impact must have hurt, “Don’t want to tire out before we get you out in front of everyone.”

“Uck oo!” The mare said in reply to his condescending remark, slamming her shoulder into his leg.

The mustached stallion held back his own cry of pain, gripping the mare’s mammary so tightly that his fingers pushed into the lump of fat and flesh and caused the it to bulge out slightly around them. “You should know by now there will be plenty of time for that. Now calm your tits or I’ll squeeze them so hard you’ll be sore for a week.”

The mare was released, her fit quelled for the time being by her owner’s threat. The way she hung her head, furrowed her brow, and huffed with each breath let it be known that the rage she let loose moments ago was still present, and was only contained for the sake of avoiding pain. If not for the restraining cords that covered her body and made her arms unusable she would have shown that stallion a thing or two about inflicting pain on another, a sentiment that Applejack shared on many a previous occasion. She wished that she could give the girl her condolences for being treated in such a poor manner, but her actions that day did not reflect that and as she looked on sorrowfully at the mare, she was given a scowl that it made even a strong mare like her turn meekly. She could not blame the other black collar for acting hostile towards someone who was acting obedient and submissive while those around her suffered, as she had sent many a red collar similar glares in the past for the same reasons.

While she kept her eyes to the ground, away from the mare next to her so not to cause any further embarrassment, the stallion spoke once more. “I had heard that there was going to be a celebrity here today, but I was expecting a different one than Applesnatch.” AJ’s ears flicked when her nickname touched them, but she didn’t do anything else beyond the subtle gesture to express her annoyance that it had spread this far. Being around Gunne consistently for a few weeks allowed her to build up an immunity to bad mouthing, his constant berating becoming much less effective once she learned his game.

At first she believed that Gunne wanted to see her make outbursts, as each one was another time she would have to lick his hooves in apology. Past the first week her tongue had memorized the taste of dirt and sweat, and she noted that he was not especially smug about it, but instead disappointed at her progress. With her success tied directly to Mac’s own, it became clearer that Gunne was trying to get her past those tendencies. With that in mind the following two weeks went along with much more ease, her listening more to the instructions given to her than than the insults. With the amount of foul, lewd, and insulting comments tossed at her, a simple degrading name was nothing.

“Please give a round of applause for our last contestant, and welcome up next Sheriff Silverstar and his pet earth mare, Toffee!” The announcement was joined with the sound of hands clapping together, a light one that was perhaps more of a polite gesture than anything else. The buffalo being led around in such a manner showed her master’s dominance over her, but there was hardly anything specifically interesting about it. A pony could see that walking the streets of Appaloosa and for a competition like this it was rather underwhelming.

“Welp, time for us to show off your stuff,” said the mustached stallion as he got out of his seat, twisting the the mare’s long hair around his hand once to get a better hold before stepping out of the alcove. The mare had no choice but to get to her hooves and follow, not unless she wanted to be dragged out kicking and screaming.

“The sheriff of our lovely city is proud to present the impressive riding skills of one of his slaves in a show that he likes to call ‘The Fucking Bronco’.” The stallion walked his slave out to the center of the arena where he was met by four caribou males, event organizers who helped any stallion that needed assistance with their acts. They were more than glad to relieve Silverstar of his mare as he undressed himself, taking the the opportunity to give out some harassment of their own to the mare. They passed her around to one another in a seemingly random pattern, squeezing her breasts as they groped her body, or going so far as to kiss her lips and slide a tongue into her mouth before shoving her off. The chaos and disorder of it gave the mare no ability to slip away from them, no chance to lash out as she had with her master, with just enough time to spout off another obstructed obscenity or hack the caribou saliva out of her mouth in disgust.

“This wild and completely untamed bitch, defiant as she is, has been brought here today to show to everyone attending here that no matter how much a mare resists, her master will still get his way. “ The mustached stallion removed his clothing as the announcer talked, getting completely naked and revealing his erect shaft. He gave it a few strokes to get it up as much as he could, then stepped out of his pants that were piled up at his ankles so that he could lay down on the dirt floor of the arena. He used one of his hands to provide a resting place for his head, and the other to aim his cock straight up for everyone to see.

The caribou took this as a sign that he was ready, and the last one that had ahold of her turned the mare in the direction of her master so she could see what awaited her. She hardly had time to take it in before the other stags crowded around her and picked the unwilling mare up to take her to the stallion. They each took hold of one of her appendages, two grasping her by her bound arms while the others held fast to to her legs. The mare made her best efforts to break free, tossing and flailing around as much as possible, but the combined might of the four males was too much. It didn’t take long for her to end up hovering over the stallion, the caribou lining her up for the inevitable impalement that awaited.

“As you all can see this feisty filly is one furious fighter, but as we all know there is no female alive that can outmatch a male’s strength. Even so, the beloved sheriff of Appaloosa will be taking some risk to himself as he breaks this bronco.”

“Come on boys, bring her down.” Silverstar said as he gave his twitching dick a few more pumps of his wrist, “Time to put that puss in its place.” The caribou were happy to oblige.

The caribou lowered Toffee down, bending her legs at the knees as she descended to the ground. When her shins touched the ground the tip of Silverstar’s cock slid up between the mare’s legs until the head of it pressed against her mound, the caribou stopping there for a moment so the stallion could reach up and move the two thick strands of rope that blocked his entrance into her body. With the obstruction gone the stallion decided to savor the moment and tease the mare by slightly moving the flared head of his penis across her defenseless slit a few times, gleeful at the way she contorted her face and moved her hips as she made one last futile attempt to escape.

The mustached stallion signaled the caribou with a nod, and with one powerful combined push downward from the four of them the crotches of the two ponies were joined together, the stallions shaft shooting up her vaginal tunnel without mercy. Toffee arched her and threw her head back, letting out a shout that let her pain be known to all. As tears began to form streams from her eyes and her tongue stuck out through the ring in her agony induced convulsions, the males in the stands rewarded the sheriff’s treatment of the girl with cheers, whistles, and howls that almost sounded beastial in nature. There was nothing like a black collar being forced into painful and agonizing sex to work up a crowd.

The mare let out her cry for about half a minute before simply running out of air to go on. With her lungs emptied, she slumped her body forward and took deep, raspy breaths to provide herself the oxygen her required to stay conscious. Each gasp made her chest heave, her breasts hovering up and down in front of the stallion that violated her.

“There we go, nice and snug inside that snatch.” Silverstar commented to Toffee as he sent a swipe across the mare’s boobs. “Taking it that fast took a lot of you too by the looks of it, but you still have a show to give.” The sheriff sent another smack to the mare’s ass, hitting it with a loud “crack”.

Each of the stallion’s smacks made the mare yelp and flinch, but with the force of her penetration and the exhausting scream she gave, Toffee found little energy left to do anything else. If not for the caribou holding her arms she would have fallen over onto the Silverstar’s chest, which in itself would have been embarrassing for the mare with her body resting on the stallions as his cock stuffed itself inside her privates for anyone at the right angle to see. As it stood the invasion of her body just humiliated her and made her ache so much internally that she didn’t even want to bother with the struggles Silverstar wanted her to make.

It wasn’t her choice however. The will to move had left her body, but the caribou still holding her body were more that capable of getting her to do as they pleased. Toffee’s ears caught the voice of one the caribou holding her talking amongst themselves, “Looks like the bitch lost the will to fight already.” One of the caribou holding her hips snarked.

“What do you expect from a weak, pathetic female?” The caribou holding her right arm added before he let out a mischievous laugh. “Well if shes so weak, why don't we give her a nice, long workout.”

The other caribou holding her smiled at the idea and began to lift her up off the sheriff's shaft, raising the increasingly panicking, yet still very tired, mare until nothing but the stallion’s flare was left inside.

“On your mark!” called out one of the stags.

“Get set!” called another.

“AO-OOOO!” Toffee gave a slurred cry, shaking her head in complete and absolute objection to what was about to befall her.

The caribou paid her protest no heed, and instead used it as the final signal to push the mare’s body back down the sheriff's shaft with, using a furiousity much greater than what they had done the first time. Toffee let out a yelp as she felt the inner walls of her pussy widen again from the full girth of Silverstar’s cock, the small breath in her forced out as she clenched her eyes shut at the feeling. Before she could take in what was happening enough to gasp for another breath, she was brought up once more to the very top of Silverstar’s shaft and brutally thrust back down upon the rock hard flesh rod.

“Look at the slut go!” A caribou said as she let out moans and yelps of dismay, “She really wants that dick pushed up in her!”

“Yeah, she’s taking it all up her cunt and moaning like a whore. Bitch is going so fast I can't even hold her down!”

The caribou picked her up and pushed her down with no mercy, making comment after degrading comment as they made it sound like the movements were all her own and that she was even enjoying herself as she did them, which sparked more excitement from the males watching on in eager lust. Each thrust had such power that the dirt where Silverstar’s hips were blew away when they made contact, each loud smack of Toffee’s hips against his own sent pleasure throughout his body as he enjoyed the sight of Toffee’s bouncing breast in front of him. As the mare clenched her tear filled eyes and clenched her teeth, the sheriff knew she was being forced into climax as he neared his own. He licked his lips in anticipation, and sent one last open hand smack across her ass. “Come on bitch, ride that dick! Show them all how much you love it!”

With each painful thrust of increasing speed Toffee could only groan helplessly through her ring gag to refute the stallion’s claims of her enjoyment. She wanted to hold out for as long as possible, vainly hoping that somehow she would outlast the caribou’s efforts even as she could feel herself being pushed to the peak. The crowd of onlookers cheered and egged on the caribou “helping” hold the wild mare down, many moving around to get better looks at her exposed body.

From the sidelines Applejack looked with inner disgust, knowing that the girl wasn’t enjoying any of what was she was being forced to go through. She had been put through the same far too many times to believe what the caribou was said about the mare, being called a slut or a whore, made to look like she wanted to be fucked all along when they could not have been further from the truth. It made her ill just watching, as in the end she knew they would get “validation” for their claims when the girl’s body went through enough sexual punishment that she would have to cum.

“How are things coming along?” the now familiar voice of Gunne said as he came to meet up with Mac and Applejack. Gunne sat down next to the ponies, the three of them being the only ones left in the alcove.

“Everythin’ is fine if ya don’t mind that innocent ponies are being raped.” said Mac, as sickened as Applejack was. The whole morning had been nothing but woman after woman being forced through one humiliation after another, and the mares being fucked while bound or held down had become a common trend of the competition before half the competitors had finished.

“And here I thought that you had learned something from your cousin. You looked so happy when I got you from his farm this morning.” Gunne peered out to Silverstar and Toffee as the mare relented to her sexual assault, voicing her orgasm so loud that all in the stadium could her throaty, woeful moans. “And no offense, but it sounds like that one is enjoying herself.”

“Are ya really that dense?” asked AJ, not sure if he was being facetious or if he really believed that the mare sobbing her eyes out as the caribou continued to move her body was in anyway happy with the predicament she was in.

Gunne let the comment go, with Mac and Applejack’s turn quickly approaching, this was neither the time or the place for a remedial lesson in respect. There were more important things to do before Mac went out into the arena. “I’ve made the necessary arrangements to have the arena set up for your presentation. They gave me some dirty looks while I talked with them, but I got them to agree to help when your turn came around. Once you finish with her warm up they’ll take that as a signal to proceed.”

“Ah suppose that’s one less thing to worry about.” said Mac unenthused.

“There’s one other thing though, something I feel you should know before you head out there.”

“What’s that?” Mac said, lifting an eyebrow. Gunne had done all he could to make sure he and AJ would be ready for this, what more could there be?

“Well…” Gunne leaned in closer to Mac and brought his voice down low, “You should know that there will be a very important caribou spectating today.”

“Very important?” Mac wondered aloud, keeping his voice down simply because Gunne had done it first, “You mean someone like Vestri?”

“Someone... like him, yes,” Gunne confirmed, “He isn’t here as of yet, but he could come in at any moment. With that in mind, you should act as if they are here until this is all over. If you and Applejack do exceptionally it might give this this person a favorable opinion of her, and if that happens we might be able to finish this today.

Mac definitely liked the sound of that, the sooner the accomplished their goal, the better. “Okay,” said the clydesdale, “But why are we being secretive about it?”

“I don’t want to give Applejack something to distract her while she does her part. She’s already expressed how much it worried her that so many males would be staring at her out there, and it’s important that she does her best today. If she knew who’s going to be keeping an eye on her…. I just think it’s for the best that we wait till afterwards to let her know.”

“Just who is showing up today?”

Gunne began to answer the stallion, but before he could get out a single syllable the voice of the event’s announcer boomed over the arena. “What a show of courage and ability from Sheriff Silverstar. That wild mare stood no chance against his sexual prowess, and has fucked herself into a coma in her attempt to defeat his dick.”

Mac turned back to the atrocious act in the arena’s center and saw that the mare addressed as Toffee had gone limp. From his vantage point he could see that she had not gone unconscious as the announcer had implied, but had simply stopped fighting from exhaustion. Her pants had become so hard that every breath had become a struggle for precious oxygen, and she had exerted herself against the caribou that held her so much that she could do nothing but blink.

The mare, unable to move herself, was lifted off of the stallion’s cock and up off the ground by the two caribou holding her rope bound arms. The earth mare gave one more loud gasp as Silverstar’s shaft left her body, and as she dangled above the stallion a viscous blob of white oozed out of her violated vagina, which spilled back down onto the stallion’s crotch. The way the crowd cheered as Toffee dropped her head, her now messy mane draping over her face as if to hide it in shame, was heart rending.

“Our next contestant comes to us all the way from the quaint town of Ponyville, and has brought with himself something that is sure to make any of you still wearing your pants feel them tighten up. With him is one of the most stubborn mares in all Equestria, that mare that proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that no matter how much one tries to resist, or how strong they are, that a stallion will always get their way. Give a warm welcome to Big Macintosh and Applejack!”

“There’s no time to explain,” Gunne said getting off the bench, “You need to get out there and do what I taught you all to do. I’ll be watching from the sidelines in case anything goes awry, but I have faith in you Mac.”

Mac gave Gunne one last nod, understanding that he’d have to deal with this other caribou’s presence, whoever he was, when it came and why he chose to keep it a secret from AJ. While he trusted that his sister would be able to refrain from acting out, as she was able to do so when Vestri intruded their home, it still made sense not to add the possibility that this caribou would be watching to Applejack’s worries though. For now he would be quiet and if AJ got angry about it later he would just take the heat for it.

Both the ponies stepped out of the shadows of the alcove and into the light, out to where everyone attending could see them clearly. The fanfare for Applejack was what they had come to expect, with whistles being blown at her, requests for her to shake her ass or show off her tits, and one or two empty food wrappers coming all her way. At least that’s how it was until the crowd noticed something that brought about a bout of confusion to most and curiosity to the rest.

The black collar mare was walking behind her master of her own accord, not having to be dragged out by leash or mane as pretty much every other contestant before her had been that day. She was completely unrestrained, her body devoid of “motivation marks”, and didn’t appear to be under the influence of any drugs to make her act this way. She showed no apprehension to situation, didn’t attempt to cover up her beautiful breasts or her crotch as most black collars would do if their hands were free, and was showing off her pearly whites with the biggest smile that she could muster. It was an odd change from everything else they had seen that day, and intrigued some to a degree that they pushed their own red collared mares off their dicks just to get a better look.

Okay Applejack, the orange mare thought to herself as she mentally forced her arms to her sides, They seem to be buying it. Just keep calm and get through this.

She repeated the last part of her thoughts a few more times, each time with less conviction than the last. The crowd had become much less rowdy, with a few drunken assholes retaining their belligerent demeanors. That meant that all eyes were on her, with hundreds of ponies judging her every movement. While at a distance she might have looked relaxed and complacent, she was certain that if they were any closer they would be able to see the nervousness of her grin or the slight tremble in her step. With as much as Gunne taught her to act as a slave, he couldn’t get her completely over her trauma induced stage fright.

When she and her brother made it to the center of the arena, close enough to where Toffee had been that she could see the pile of jism that had poured out of the mare, she had become so concerned in what was going on around her that she had to be stopped by her brother’s hand. Feeling it on her shoulder, she brought her eyes forward and looked up into Mac’s compassionate eyes. He was just as uncomfortable as she was with all this, but hiding it much better. With that in mind her false smile turned into one more real, happy that if she had to do this it would be with the one stallion she knew would never hurt her. The way he looked at her made her face turn a shade of red, and being aware of her blushing she looked to the ground.

“Let’s give them the show they’re looking for.” Mac said to her, putting his hand under chin to gently raise her head up. “Do your best, that’s all Ah ask.”

“R-right…” AJ turned away from her brother, focusing on what they came here to do. As long as she was out here she had to act like she thought a red collar would, remove herself completely from the situation and replace her thoughts with that of another persona. Pinkie Pie did that, so did her cousins at Braeburn’s farm, and now she would do the same. Taking one last deep breath, she gave the biggest exhale of her life and used it as a switch to change her from one version of herself to another.

In the passing of an instant AJ’s body language changed drastically. Her slight tremors disappeared, her smile changed from the nervous one she was wearing to a sultry and lust filled one, and her overall disposition seemed much more fitting to the role she portrayed as she let her hands wander around her body freely. One went down to her crotch, rubbing her lips and slipping a finger inside, while the other went up to her lips so so she could lick at them.

It wasn’t a perfect shift from one personality to another in the way that she had seen Pinkie do before, as she was still very aware of what was going on and what she was doing, but the act would be enough that those watching her wouldn’t care if she made a few small mistakes. During her more recent trips to town she put on this same facade before servicing the stallions, or having sex with a red collar when it was requested of her, and she had gotten a lot of practice doing it. All it took was her running her tongue lustfully against some inanimate object or sticking a few fingers into her holes to get the males so distracted that it would take outright resistance afterwards to notice if she slipped up.

The small gestures appeared to work here as well, the stallions leaning forward or leaving their seats to move closer in attempt to get even a slightly better look at the mare touching herself in the arena. If was the first time that day that any of the entries to the contest showed any kind of willingness, that she wanted to be watched by the stallions as much as they wanted to watch her. They could hardly contain themselves as they waited to see what she would do next.

With the stallions’ attentions caught, Applejack worked her fingers faster inside of her body. They wanted to see a slut, and in order to give the presence of one she had to work hard. It was difficult to get her body started in a situation as arousing to her as an ice water enema, but not impossible. With vigorous rubbing of her vaginal walls, and few soft grazes of her thumb nail against her clitoris, her juice got flowing just enough to get herself wet. With the addition of the sensual tonguing she was giving her fingers, along the occasional loud groans and sharp gasps, Applejack set the tone of this performance.

“That’s enough AJ,” said Mac as he came up from behind, “You’ve convinced them. Let’s get on to the next part.”

Applejack, embarrassed that her brother had to see her like this, stuck to character and moved her hand away from her vagina and up along her curvaceous form, brushing it on her hip and over her breast. When the hand got to her shoulders, she slipped it behind her neck and pushed its finger into her long blonde mane. The hand she had at her muzzle soon joined it, the mare using them to part her hair in the middle and leave a gap.

When Mac saw that Applejack was ready, he reached behind himself into the back of his jeans to pull out a heavy leather blindfold. The clydesdale then carefully set it on top of her muzzle and adjusted it so the thick leather covered her eyes and left no room for light to reach them. With the blindfold in place, he took its straps and buckled them together in the gap his sister made in her mane, tightening it as much as he could without it becoming uncomfortable to her.

Once the blindfold was firmly attached Applejack let her hair slip through her hands, allowing the strands to neatly cover and hide away the strap. She gave her head a few good shakes to let those in the crowd know it was not loose, and while the mare could feel the blindfold press against her eyelids she was thankful that it didn’t budge. Now she could pretend that she was somewhere else, somewhere less public, somewhere like Fluttershy’s cottage. The only people that existed was her and her brother, of whom she awaited patiently to make his next actions.

Mac gave the blindfold one final inspection and found nothing wrong with his handiwork. As of now it would be up to him to do the his part of the plan. With Applejack surrounded by darkness, it was up to him to help her through this. They had rehearsed the motions and commands enough in the past three weeks that while they weren’t near flawless like Gunne and Ginna, they had a fairly good idea of what to do. They would take it slow, give AJ a feel for her surroundings, before getting into the hard stuff.

The stallion put his hand into place, making a small display to the crowd to show that he was going to touch her with two fingers and those two fingers alone. With the stallions and mares in the audience watching and waiting to see what was going to happen, Mac’s fingertips found their spot at the base of Applejack’s skull just above her collar. In response to his touch AJ straightened her posture and stood at attention, arms to her side and breasts thrust outward. From this point on he would have to remain silent in order to demonstrate how much control he had over his sister, and how well behaved and trained she was.

A small press of his fingers started it all off, causing AJ to walk forward, arms moving slightly back and forth as she made efforts to move her chest from side to side with each step. Part of what Gunne had drilled into her head, that when being directed like this she should do all she could to show off her body. As he took a peek behind his arm, Mac noticed she was taking that lesson to heart as she perked her tail up high to allow an easier view of her flank. It was conflicting to see, as he was happy AJ was putting her all into this, but sad that she had to do so in the first place. He swore to himself that if they did get that red collar that day he would give her the break from this kind of stuff that she deserved.

The two ponies walked along the walls of the arena, with AJ the closest to them so she could be easier to see, moving along at a slow pace so those watching could take it all in. As they walked, Mac made constant adjustments to the direction Applejack was walking by stroking one of his two fingers in the direction that she was supposed to turn while maintaining her speed with the other. Gunne’s method of having Ginna keep track of where the fingers were supposed to be was perhaps simpler and more practical, but in the end it felt a bit vague for the two ponies so they developed their own versions of the commands based off the ones he had shown them. Gunne himself was impressed with their ingenuity, or Mac’s as he only credited him for the idea, and supported the changes as it just seemed to work better for the two ponies.

A few stallions tried to touch her as she passed by, but every time they got too close Mac would zip his finger across AJ’s skin to get her to make a sharp turn around the grabby hands, giving them each a sly smile as he passed by their failed attempt. That didn’t stop them from giving their cat calls though, to which it was Mac’s turn to just take the debasing statements about his sister. It wasn’t like he didn’t expect them to make them when he agreed to do this, but that didn’t make swallowing his annoyance at what they were saying any easier.

The Apples made one full lap around the ring and then returned to the center of the arena. The caribou acting as event organizers, upon seeing this, realized that it was time for them to do their part and set things up so the show could go on. One went up over to the pony announcing the event and told him what was happening while the others went to retrieve the objects they needed to bring in.

The announcer, upon hearing what was to come, perked up and grabbed his microphone in excitement, “I’ve just been told that we are in for a real treat. Our contestant’s owner has tamed the stubborn streak out of this black collar mare and is going to demonstrate how well she is trained and how much control he has over her by sending her through a series of obstacles using his two fingers to guide her.” The crowd around went into murmurs as they talked amongst themselves about what they were about to see, most not having caught on to what Mac was doing before. “Since the stallion is boasting that his mare is so obedient that he can guide her around while remaining absolutely silent, we must ask all of you to refrain for talking, whistling or making noise so our judges can pay careful attention to him.” The announcer’s request made Mac chuckle to himself as the caribou set up he course he and AJ would run. Gunne had once more made things easier for him in the caribou’s own, unique methods.

The stallions in the audience waited with bated breath; they wanted to see what Applejack would do for them now that she was supposedly tamed, and their thoughts filled with what she might do once the contest was over. At events like this there were usually post show activities and it wasn’t everyday you got to screw a mare of such notoriety, not to mention one with such a well-toned and firm body. They couldn’t wait to for their chance get a pony ride from the black collared farm mare, hoping that they might be able to be the one to fuck away the last bit of resistance she had in her.

Eventually the four caribou finished their job and everything was set up to continue: four obstacles erected in the matter of minutes, placed in a row before the two waiting ponies. With them constructed without Applejack’s knowledge of what or where they would be it was up to Mac to be her eyes. He took only a minute to check the layout, to think of how he would make his approach, and then let out one last exhale before pressing his fingers down.

The first obstacle the two came to was a balance beam shaped in a zigzagging pattern, a perfect opening test for the clydesdale’s abilities. If he was really just blowing smoke then this would show it immediately, and Applejack would be eating dirt within seconds of her start. Mac thought back to the commands he and AJ practiced and crossed his fingers when his sister was one step away from the beam, signalling to her what was ahead of her.

In response AJ lifted her leg and took a step upward, becoming tense as her leg landed on the beam. This was one of the obstacles she and Mac had the most practice with, as it was one of the more difficult ones to do while blindfolded. She lifted her body up and placed her other hoof in front of the first, raising her arms slightly to balance herself as well as she could. With her hooves on solid ground she felt her brother uncross his fingers, another one of their personal adjustment to Gunne’s technique. Where Gunne would keep his fingers crossed for as long as he wanted Ginna to walk with one foot in front of the other, Mac just used it as a sign of when he wanted her to start and would do it again when he wanted her to stop.

Mac kept his eyes on the beam and AJ’s hooves as they moved forward. If AJ fell it would be all his fault, and he wasn’t about to let that happen. He did take a look up every now and then to check her posture, but she was doing fine with that. Standing straight, shoulders leveled, chest out, and flank pulled in. She carried an elegance in the way she moved, at least to Mac. It made him wish he went to see more of her competitions before all of this, instead of staying home to work on the farm. Compared to this, her real athletic talents were outstanding and he preferred to see Applejack in an arena running through barrels, jumping hurdles, and displaying her feats of strength than being out here helping her embarrass herself in front of everyone.

The balance beam posed no problems as the ponies worked their way across it, Mac easing up his fingers when each turn came, changing Applejack’s course with his gentle strokes, and moving her along in a slow but steady pace. When they reached the end of it he crossed his fingers once more and AJ very brazenly took a step down without fear. The clydesdale gave a muted sigh of relief and looked around to see what the crowd thought of it, but noticed that they were not exactly amused. It was an interesting sight to watch, but there was nothing titillating about it. It made Mac think that they would’ve been happier if she failed and hurt herself, but he didn’t dwell on it for long. He still had three more obstacles to get through.

Next in his way was a row of hurdles, all coming up to about AJ’s knees. They were placed closely together, too close for her to land safely between if he was to make her jump. The intention of this placement was clear to him though, as if she couldn’t go over them she would have to go under, and through a pool of thick, sticky mud that was underneath. Another thing that they had done before during their training, though without things that would cause a mess. Applejack was in for quite a surprise, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. He gave AJ three quick downward strokes, one telling her to crouch, two telling her to crawl, and the third telling her to crawl as low as possible, followed up with ten quick taps to tell her that she would have to move without his direct guidance, and how far she would have to go. His commands in place, he removed his hand and put his trust that AJ would do what she was told.

The moment his hand broke contact AJ took a deep breath before she dropped to her hand and knees, hugging the ground she began to slowly crawl forward. The farm mare put one hand in front of the other, pulling herself slowly as she moved until she felt the gooey stickiness of the mud. It made her recoil on contact; the muck was cold to the touch. She’d heard running water as she waited for the course to get set up, and it looked like she found what it had been used for. She pressed on though; a little bit of muck wasn’t going to stop her.

The mud was so thick it felt like wet cement, making her strain with every movement as she pushed with her legs as hard as up against its hold to advance more. Her breasts pressed into it, the chill making her nipples poke out as they got covered in the wet earth. With each additional push more of her body got some of the sticky mess on it to where she started to feel it in the curvature of her back, in between her legs, and even down the crack of her rump. AJ was never a stranger to getting dirty when she had to, but something about this particular situation made her feel a little disgusted. Perhaps the caribou did something to give it a slimy texture, or maybe it was all in her head. It did not matter, she already felt it practically everywhere, and all she could do was press fully into into mass of thick mud to hurry through and ignore that the sloppy substance was spattering onto her face and getting into her hair.

Mac waited on the other side for Applejack, unhappy to see the mess that the hurdles had made of her beautiful mane and fur that they had put so much effort into grooming before heading to Appaloosa. It was just like the caribou though, to take something lovely and ruin it. She was able to rub a bit of it off as she made her way back onto a dry part of the arena, Mac having purposely overshot his instructions as he didn’t trust his judgement when it came to how far Applejack had to crawl. When she stood back on her feet her front was filthy, with no part of her breasts, stomach and crotch untouched by soil, but at least it wasn’t slathered in it like her backside.

Clearing his mind once more, Mac placed his fingers back at the base of his patiently awaiting sister’s skull, and directed her to go towards the next obstacle in their way. Now they were getting past the parts of the course that in any way resembled a normal one. What probably should have been a climbing wall or a series of barrels for them to weave through was replaced a single length of rope, suspended between two poles, knotted at various sections of it and drawn taut like a string on a fiddle. Mac had not ever encountered this kind of sexual device first hand before, but Gunne had clued him into the workings of many such things in case he encountered them.

So knowing what would need to happen, Mac brought AJ aside the simple contraption. With AJ and the rope now side by side he saw that it came up to the midsection of her waist, this wasn’t going to feel good whatsoever. Still, he gave the next command; this time stroking both his fingers at the same time. AJ answered the touch by taking one step to the side, running her into the rope.

AJ knew that Mac would not have given her a false command, especially one so blatantly incorrect as that, so she quickly figured out what he wanted of her. Lifting her leg up high as she could, she put over the rope and straddled it in between her powerful thighs. The rope pressed up into her crotch, even as she stood on her tippy hooves to alleviate some of the pressure. This was where she was going to have to put her acting talents to the test, to hide her outright hatred of being abused and treated like she was nothing. She had to act like a red collar, and do as she thought they would do.

Her arms were free and unbound, and she felt that could help in this situation. She reached behind herself, taking hold of her tail with one hand and pulling it through her grip with the other. She did this till she felt the hair band that she used to keep the strands neatly together, and then took hold of it as tightly as she could. With her tail held firmly, she spun it around both her arms a few times, lifting her arms up behind her back as she did. When she was finished her arms were placed level behind her back, the hair of her tail wound tightly around them to create a makeshift binding, and at the same time lifting it up out of the way for all to see her rear..

The action managed to make some of the audience break their silence, a few males letting out yells and whistles, one calling out with a comment about her ‘apple bottom’. The smile she gave became nervous when she finished, wondering what her brother thought about her doing this on her own. She’d hear about it later, but for now all she got was a pair of fingertips pressing her forward.

Following the signal she took her first steps forwards, and with those steps came the sensation of the rope rubbing harshly against her privates. The cries she made with each step were quite real; it was better to let her pain out than to proudly stifle it for several reasons. Males wanted to see her like this, as a helpless and vulnerable mare who had no control over what happened to her. To see her give in to all that happened to her, to just let it happen, to smile once it was done, to beg for more afterwards. This is what she would have to display for them all to convince them that she was what a red collar represented.

She moved along the path made for her by that length of rope, but its coarse fibers rubbing against the gritty dirt that was on already her did not make the journey easy. It felt like she was being rubbed raw, and each time one of the knots in the cord slipped through her lips she couldn’t help but grit her teeth and pull with her arms in reflex, which caused her tail to ache as well. When she felt the texture of wood press up against her crotch and the pressure on the back of her head fade that she knew that she could relax for a moment. She leaned forward against the wooden pole, using it to keep herself upright, and took the few seconds she felt she had to catch her breath.

Big Mac waited for his sister recover from her ordeal. The rope had hardly gave any leeway during her walk across it, and her howling during the whole thing was awful. He could imagine how it felt, being a farm pony who dealt with ropes often his mental image of what it would feel like going across a pony’s crotch was very vivid. It was enough to make him want to quit there and then, but they only had one last obstacle to do in this horrible competition. He had to suppress his sympathy and better nature for a little longer and it would be done. With a heavy heart and a troubled mind, he gave the command to have her step back over the rope so that they could finish this.

AJ obeyed what his fingers told her to do, her body still visibly sore from the previous obstacle. Her legs had in them a slight trembling, and the pain of it left a light pant in her breath. He had seen her worse off during a difficult harvest though, and knew she had the strength to endure what was left. The last obstacle doesn’t look that bad..., Mac thought to himself, at least not from here…

The last device in their path looked like a long table, a thick plank of wood on top of four small, yet sturdy looking legs. Across the top of it were several solid looking pegs, lined up one after another, beginning with a small sized one and then increasing in size with each one past the starting point. There were five phallic shapes in total sticking up from the board, the last one looking a bit big for any pony to handle. Big Mac took Applejack to the device, but hesitated to make her go onto it. If she went on that device then she was gonna have to push each one of those things inside herself, and it was going to be him directing her to do so. It wouldn’t be like other times when he simply watched from the sidelines. This would be him, making her sexually violate herself with his own hands in front of who knew how many people. It was something that couldn’t be done on a whim, even if he knew that AJ was willing to put herself through it.

The pegs were intimidating as their polished and smooth surfaces let off a shine in the sunlight, a shimmer clear fluid shimmer off a few as if as another mare had used it used it recently. For all he knew one probably had, as it seemed unlike the caribou to keep such equipment around and not use it. Mac steeled himself and finally spread his fingers apart before pressing them down. Applejack stepped forward, spreading her legs apart as much as she could while comfortably stepping forward, making a whimper along the way. The command made it clear what was coming, and she had not expected to get out of this without something going into her to begin with. Mac wanted to comfort her, but he couldn’t move his lips to give her words of encouragement or use his hands to give her a reassuring touch without breaking her focus. The inability to do so made him feel terrible, but he would make it up to her later.

AJ was put into position, and had no doubt that something hard and phallic lay beneath her. She inhaled and exhaled powerfully and held as tightly as possible to the tail still wrapped around her arms, awaiting for her brother to instruct her to take a plunge downward. It must have come across as yearning to those watching her, as now it sounded like all the arena was in an uproar, completely forgoing the request to remain silent and announcing their satisfaction. They had seen enough to believe what the announcer said, that AJ was tamed and that Mac had complete control over her. Now all they wanted was to see how far she would push herself for their pleasure. The feeling of Mac’s fingers telling her to sit was almost like a release, breaking away the tension and anticipation of the moment so she could do what she was simply waiting to be told what to do at that point.

She let out a small yelp as she felt something cylindrical slip inside her ass. It was not that it was too large, far from it. Ginna’s sexual training had helped her adjust to having things of this size inside her. As embarrassing as it was, she had gone down so fast and at such an angle that the tip of the rod scraped against her innards. As her butt sat flat on the board beneath her, she could feel it forcing her body to rearrange. When she felt Mac tell her to rise back up, she scolded herself for rushing on something that she should’ve been more delicate with.

She did just that when she lowered herself down on the next peg, and the feeling of the rounded tip entering her now sore rectum became much more pleasant as it travelled an inch deeper than the previous peg. Her o-ring was stretched further than before as well, but again this was nothing she couldn’t take. Gunne had made AJ focus on making her rear more accessible, and it was practically all Ginna had worked on. His reasoning was that her pussy had been used more than enough by the stallions in town, and she certainly had a problem keeping her mouth shut, so keeping it open should not be an issue. She didn’t know back then just how much she’d appreciate the caribou for his sexist view on what she needed help with.

The third and fourth peg seemed to follow the same formula when they came, each traveling deeper into her while spreading her passage out more. They made her grunt and gasp and she slid slowly down each one but they did not feel unbearable, with the fourth one coming just near fitting uncomfortably. Inside she felt that that couldn’t have been all, that it could not have been that easy, that there had to be something left to push her limits, as caribou always started off with simple defilement and took things far beyond that. When she made her last move forward along the device, she figured out in the most frightening way possible what was left for her when she didn’t even have to sit down to feel the top of the next rod touch her in between her legs.

The other pegs before all seemed to be preparation for the next one to come, increasing their size in increments proportionate to the one that would come after. This one didn’t follow that theme, and was so large that Applejack was worried that she couldn’t take it if she wanted to. She let out a few sounds of worry, which were muted by the cheers filling the stadium. Mac must not have noticed them at all, as he had given her the order to go down after a long pause. She too gave a pause, but then adjusted her bottom to line it up with the large peg. This was the last part, it had to be, and she would push herself through it.

The farm mare concentrated hard on what she would be doing, this wasn’t going to feel pretty. The piece of wood she was about to inch inside herself was bigger than anything she had taken back there before, what she would define as “caribou sized” from her past experiences with the beasts. There was enough girth to it that it could outright ruin someone not trained to handle it, and she was going to have to pace herself to keep from tearing or otherwise injuring herself while taking it in. First thing to do was relax her body, untighten her hole and allow as much give as she could to the object. Applejack did what she could given the intimidation she felt with the roaring crowd around her, cheering her on as they awaited for her to descend, and eased herself downwards as she pulled against her tail to brace for what was about to come.

Her already strained ring made way and gave entrance to its new invader. For as big as it was, AJ didn’t feel nearly as much pain as she thought she would upon it entering. It hurt, enough that her jaw was shut so tight that she might have been able to chomp through the rod if given the chance, but she wasn’t screaming in agony or being overwhelmed with shock. It was still no picnic having her bowels expand as it delved deeper inside the more weight she put down on it, with the large peg rubbing against the sore spot she made with the first peg in the line. When the length dared to poke around the bend of her innards, she finally touched her butt down on the plank beneath her and rejoiced that she had made it. Not even thinking she let out a loud wail of relief and triumph over this trial, her voice bellowing through the arena as she let out all of the emotion and discomfort that welled up inside her.

Mac looked down at his sister with pity. After all she had done she had become a horrible sight to behold. Sitting there, fur soaked with sweat and matted with muck, with something the size of a pipe resting inside her. Her mouth hung wide open and her tongue hung limply out of it as heavy exhaustion brought on by sexual labor. Below her blindfold two rivers of tears flowed out from underneath and down her cheeks. Then there was the wetness that had formed between her legs while she brought herself onto peg after peg on his command, her body responding to the treatment in ways that didn’t reflect her true feelings to what she just went through. Mac reached down with his free hand and wiped the tears off AJ’s face to make her look less a fright, as it was apparent that those watching no longer cared what he was doing. They had gotten what they wanted out of his sister and then some, now it was time to end his performance and bring this debacle of a competition to a close.

After a minute long wait Mac gave AJ one final command, lifting his finger up the back of her head one more time. She gave a nod to acknowledge that she had received the order, but waited about half a minute longer before following it. When she lifted her body up off that small pole she made no effort to hide how much it hurt, which to Mac was a measure of just how much she went through for him and everyone on the farm. To him, she had done enough. If this wasn’t what it took for her to get a stupid red leather band around her neck, one that he rather not be there in the first place, then he might have to call the whole thing off. He never wanted to see AJ like this ever again, it was crushing him to know that his suggestion and his actions were what made her suffer this day.

When AJ lifted herself off the peg it left her ass with a loud “pop” sound, the hole attempting to close with its absence, but left twitching as it failed to shut completely. Unable to keep herself upright, her tired mind making her body weak, the farm mare fell forward, but was caught by her brother before she went too far. His strong arms kept her on her hooves, and aided her as they went to stand with the previous contestants of the show. No one would blame a mare for needing a bit of help after what she just did.

“That was spectacular!” the announcer yelled into his microphone, “I was beginning to think that we weren’t going to see any of these disobedient black collar sluts put on a real show today, but this one with the direct guidance of her loving master did it. Goes to show that with the right kind of training and motivation any mare, no matter how stubborn or resistant, can be taught to obey.”

Mac found a vacant spot on the wall in between two of the other stallions, resting his sister against it and leaning her head forward so he could work towards removing the blindfold that blocked out her vision for so long.

“Hey,” said one of the stallions next to him, “Do you give lessons on how to tame mares? Cause if you can get a bitch like Applejack to do that I’d love to let you take a shot at some of my disobedient mares.”

Mac ignored what the stallion said to him, fixated on Applejack’s wellbeing. He carefully and gently took off the strip of leather around her eyes, to not cause an accident by being too hasty, and with it coming off he could see how much pain he had made her endure. Her eyes were red and puffy from her crying, the back of the piece of leather in his hands wet from it. The sorrow in her eyes pierced him like a knife, drilling in the guilt he had. Yet even as he stood there blaming his own actions as the cause of his sister’s misery, the first thing Applejack did once the blindfold was completely removed was throw herself at the stallion and embrace him in her arms as she let out any residual emotions she had. Mac wrapped his arms around her in return and lightly rocked his distraught sibling, not caring if he came off as sympathetic towards a woman.

The other stallions took it surprisingly well, the sight of a mare rushing to her master for comfort after doing something so sexually taxing being what they wanted to see, and since she was so good the reassurance of his touch was an excellent reward for her obedience. “What a delightful display of affection! If I didn’t know better I would say that this stallion swapped this mare’s collar just so he could have a surefire win! This mare has come a long way from the pony known for her stubbornness!”

All the other ponies agreed with the contest announcer, as stallions and red collars in the crowd were enthusiastically applauding Applejack, while the other black collars that had been entered into the competition focused their combined hatred at the former heroine of Equestria that had apparently turned traitor.

“We have surely just seen the highlight of the competition!” the announcer went on to say, “But before we bring this to a close and hand out the awards we have one more last minute entry that just arrived in town moments ago. Due to unexpected complications he was unable to get here in time to register, but the judges have decided to take this into consideration and have allowed him and his black collar to still compete for your enjoyment!”

Another entry? Mac thought, Applejack still weeping in his arms. He had thought that they were the last ones to go up; they were the last ones sitting in the waiting area after all. Now they allowed someone else to enter in and he and Applejack would have to sit through it, which irked him to say the least. Whoever it was must’ve had a lot of pull to prolong the event, but had earned himself a bit of Mac’s spite for making him have to stick around for longer than he thought he would.

Two of the four caribou in the arena that had set up the course that Applejack had gone through had already gotten to taking down the devices that made it up, deconstructing them and removing them from the performance area. The other two were bringing in other things to replace those items. It mostly consisted of large wooden blocks and hoops at the end of poles, the hoops being set in between the blocks for the purpose of having the mare this new entry had jump through them. Once it was set up they brought out many buckets of water and doused the ground around the blocks heavily, creating more of the mud that Applejack had to crawl through earlier.

It did not take long to create a sizeable puddle around the blocks, and with it the stage was set for whoever was up next. The others in the line of stallions that had competed before Mac were all anxiously muttered amongst themselves, each wanting to see who would have to run this new course, and was curious if it was going to be as amusing as the last. They didn’t have to wait long, and when a gate on the other side of the ring opened up any questions they might have had were quickly answered.

Mac turned to the look as well, the sound of large gate opening distracting enough to pull his thought away from Applejack for an instant. That instant was all it took for him to see something that made him stop and stare, as it was not just another random mare Mac had never met before being brought in. He had caught a tiny glance at first, and the blue of the mare’s fur could have been from anyone, but the multicolored mane and tail belonged to only one pony.

Rainbow Dash, formerly Ponyville’s personal weather pony and top contender for fastest pony in Equestria, came through those gates kicking up a storm. Mac figured this would be the case when he realized it was her, as she had earned herself a title from those that used her just as his sister had. While Applejack was known for being the most stubborn mare any stallion could ever fuck, refusing to “admit” that she liked having stallion after stallion treat her like a cum dump, Rainbow Dash been dubbed the most resistant for her constant struggles against those who would do the same to her. Her body bore fresh bruises and lash marks that was indicative of punishment for such behavior, but to Mac this identified to him that the stories he had heard the stallions in Ponyville say was true. Dash was a fighter, and was not going to simply allow this to go on without a fight, even if her struggles proved fruitless.

The multicolored mare was being led in by two large caribou, both holding on tightly to a pair of poles attached to metal yokes that had entrapped her neck and hands. Her legs had been likewise bound, shackles encircling her ankles with a chain barely half a foot long. If the caribou hadn’t been dragging her out she would not have been able to make it so far alone, but that did not stop her from lifting both her legs to try and kick at the two carrying her along, which was most likely why they had to use the poles to stay out of bucking distance. With the rage Dash was showing she probably had a few choice words for anyone present in the arena that had a dick, but if she did those were being cut off by a leather mask not unlike the one that Applejack wore the day before.

The two caribou holding Dash got a few feet out before another pony came into view trailing behind them. It was another pony Mac knew on sight, but not one that he knew personally. The pegasus stallion Soarin was someone that any pony would know of from before the fall for his athletic gifts, and if they were a stallion that wasn’t immune like Mac they would know him better now as the owner of all of his former teammates, who have now been turned into his own personal harem that he now termed the “Wondersluts”. As he walked behind the caribou leading Dash around, holding a proud look about the situation, several red collared pegasi wearing skin-tight Wonderbolt uniforms with the fronts of them cut out of them skipped gleefully ahead of their master. Mac couldn’t spot anyone he knew amongst them, but there had been many new additions to the team with Soarin’s management, his two requirements being that you at one point had wings and a body to die for.

The Wonderslut mares started to circle around Dash and those who were escorting them, half of the group blowing into flugelhorns while the other half pulled confetti out of a bag they held and threw it over Dash’s head. The fanfare of it mocked the very thing that the once aspiring athlete had strived to achieve with her own talents, and with it everything the prestigious Wonderbolts once stood for.

When they got to the course they lifted Dash up with the poles and placed her down on the first block they came to, the Wonderslut mares dispersing to kneel at the sidelines when it was clear Dash’s own performance was about to begin. The caribou twisted the poles they held and unhooked it from Dash’s yoke, leaving her to stand in front of her awaiting audience covered in bits of paper. She took a moment to remove the confetti, shaking her body in a way that allowed Mac to see something poking out of her butt from behind her tail.

“R-Rainbow?” Mac heard his sister say, the commotion going on too much for her to ignore, even in her distraught state. The two hadn’t seen each other for a long time, since the caribou made them return the Elements of Harmony to the Tree of Harmony to get rid of some plants that were wreaking havoc across the kingdom. Being the only other member amongst their friends that didn’t submit to the caribou, it had to be hard to witness Dash’s public humiliation. At least she wasn’t in there to watch Applejack act like a submissive mare herself. Last thing AJ would want is for the mare she saw as her last true friend to think she had turned.

Soarin made his way to the course, passing by one of the caribou who handed off to him a stun rod. “It’s that time again,” said the stallion, “You better do a good this time. You know what happens to mares who can’t do a few simple tricks.” He pressed down on a button on the rod, making it spark up before he slapped it down on the platform.

Dash was unthreatened, sending a small kick the stallion’s way. Soarin dodged back, getting out of the way of the kick before grabbing the chain that held her legs together and giving it a hard yank. The mare was pulled right off her hooves, landing ass first onto the block beneath her. The howl she made when the impact violently pushed the dildo in her butt inwards was horrendous to Mac, AJ, and the black collars, but hilarious to everyone else watching.

“Still too fast for ya,” Soarin said to the writhing mare, giving her a light shock with his baton to add insult to injury. “Now how about we cut the crap and get to work. Heck, if you can do this right this time I might even let you rest if you can get through all the hoops.” Soarin went over to the next block over, tapping it a few times. “But if you refuse or fail like normal I’ll have to let everyone here have a turn with you. After what you just did to your ass I’m thinking that you won’t enjoy that too much.”

Dash took her time to stand back up, partially to recover from the blow she just took and partially because it was difficult to do so the way she was bound. She managed it though, and while she wore nothing but indignation on her face, she was aware that Soarin would make good on his promise if she didn’t do as was told. She’d kick herself over it later, right now the downside of resisting far outweighed the positive aspects of disobedience.

A quick and precise leap got her through the first hoop, landing her flat on her hooves. This would be easy, the few problems in her way being the yoke and shackles that restricted her movements and the thing stuffed into her ass that shifted around when she moved. She would have loved to push it all the way out of her, but everytime she did Soarin would pin her down and put it back in. She thought that pushing it back to where it just stuck out would be okay, being better than filling her up as it did, but as she tried to do so she caught a bit of orange in her peripherals.

Wait a second, is that… Applejack?! The pegasus excitedly thought, extending the remnants of her wings at the sight of her friend, until she felt something poke into them from inside the bindings around that prevented them from spreading out completely. She was filled with joy of seeing someone that she knew she could trust, someone she could stay loyal to when the rest of her old circle of friends had turned against her. Why was she out here in the middle of nowhere though?

Then she looked to the stallion standing next to her. Big Macintosh! This time her thoughts were not as happy as before. She had not been around Mac as Applejack had been, nor had she ever been in a position to speak with Applejack long enough learn that Mac was immune. Being that she was trapped in Cloudsdale most of the time with no way to leave by herself, Dash didn’t even know that there was such a thing as immune stallions. So seeing AJ next to Mac when she had so obviously had been crying her eyes out made her think the worst of the stallion.

A spark of electricity touching her leg brought Rainbow Dash back to her current situation, Soarin growing impatient with her. “Come on, next jump. Get a move on.”

Dash snorted and positioned herself to jump through the next hoop. She couldn’t do anything for Applejack right now. If she tried she would not get far before either Soarin or the caribou stopped her, so all she could do for the moment was continue to jump through hoops for their amusement, both literally and figuratively. Another fast leap through got her onto the next block in the row, her landing becoming a bit unstable as the box was smaller and took more of her weight upon it. She fumbled around to retain her balance, eventually getting the block to rest and become stable enough to stand up straight on. There was one more in front of her, which she assumed was that way due to time with her and Soarin arriving late. First time she was ever glad that she was slow to get someplace, but now she wanted to finish this fast. She made one last dive, and caught exactly what she thought would happen out of the corner of her eyes the moment she went into the air.

Soarin had made his move the moment Dash’s hooves left the ground, grabbing the hoop she was going through and pushing forward. Dash tried to move herself mid-air to avoid the hoop, even flapping her wings instinctively against the painful prickly bits inside their binders, but her momentum couldn’t be stopped. The hoop crashed into her, and the weight of it pushed her off to the side, landing her in the muck.

Soarin shook his head disappointedly, “Still too slow Dash, and you know what that means. The boys are gonna have a fine time with you.”

Rainbow flailed around for a while before getting her bearings straight. She knew that would happen, knew that Soarin would do something to make it so he wouldn’t have to keep his promise. There was no way that she was travelling all this way just to make a few jumps.

The only reason she bothered to obey was because she knew that if she had refused, if she had done anything else like simply sat there and let the crowd boo her to their heart’s content, she would be getting it here, on the way back to Cloudesdale, and back at Soarin’s home for the next month. Her struggles were not resisting for resistance’s sake, it was about letting everyone know that she would not ever agree to anything they forced upon her, so when she gave a little it was so she could continue to fight another day. Soarin making her fail at the task he gave her was expected, as any male would do the same in his place, but this slight embarrassment was nothing compared to the beatings and rape that would have happened if she didn’t play along.

Soarin strode up to Dash, grabbed her by the yoke around her neck, and brought her up to knees by the contraption. “Come on, let’s get you in line so they can hand out the awards. You’ve held up the show long enough as it is.”

Soarin and Dash joined the line of other contestants, Dash having to use her knees to walk as she was dragged along. Two others separated the pegasus pair from the two Apples, close enough for AJ and Rainbow Dash to exchange glances but nothing more. They both had so much to say to one another, but that small distance made it impossible for either to say anything to the other.

“Now that the final entry has finished with their pitiful, yet incredibly entertaining display of female weakness, we can now move on to handing out the awards. Our judges have scored each of the females’ performances based on attractiveness, sexuality, control and overall enjoyment. They are tallying up the scores as we speak and the results will be here soon.” A few minutes passed with the arena coming to life with the mutters of who the winners would be, who would be open for use after the competition, and what punishments would befall those who didn’t place. It all ceased when they saw a more distinguished looking caribou who had acted as one of the judges come to the event announcer with a envelope in hand.

“We have our results!” said the announcers as he tore through the paper exterior and pulled out its contents, “And now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Starting with the absolute lowest of the best, our third place award goes to…” The announcer gave a moment of pause to build up the suspense, making Mac wonder if anyone really cared who placed where. Maybe there were bets placed on the girls by a couple of independent parties, but beyond that name being called out really didn’t matter to anyone involved. “Soarin and his fuck-slut Rainbow Dash!”

Soarin stepped forward, dragging Dash along with him. The two pegasi received a light round of applause for their placing from their co-competitors and the audience, but the stallion that asked Mac before about possible training services got close to the clydesdale and muttered to him under his breath, “Figures, that mare always ranks in just for being Soarin’s prized piece of ass. Third competition I’ve been in where I’ve entered in where she’s jack all and still placed. We always get to have some fun with her after, so there’s a nice trade off at least.”

Mac stood perfectly still, ignoring the stallion and waiting to see who was called up next. With how much celebration he and AJ’s act received compared to the others, it was just a matter of time before he would get called up. That was, unless the judges had different standards than everyone else there, but that was doubtful.

“Taking the place of best loser, we have Cherry Fizzy and Cherry Berry for their ‘Soda Pop Butt Chugging’ act!” The two ponies walked together to join with Soarin and Dash, the mare meekly following behind as her distended stomach sloshed what might have been a gallon of pop around inside, the only thing holding it in being a rather large plug wedged into her butt.

“And lastly, no doubt being the most interesting and surprising entry into this competition! An act that no one expected, but we all were amazed by! Please give a well deserved cheer for our competition's winner.... Big Macintosh and his obedient sister slave Applejack!”

The ponies in the arena all mimicked the same enthusiasm that they had when they say AJ first perform in front of them, and with the thunderous roar of approval surrounding him Mac led AJ to stand with the rest of the winners. All that was left was to get whatever ribbon or trophy they would be handing out and then get out of there. Then he would see if this had been worth any of the effort or if all this time Gunne was blowing smoke. AJ had subjected herself to violation for months now, and now showed that she was not simply a defiant black collar to thousands. If that didn’t work, then Mac did not think anything would.

As he thought about the caribou that had talked him into this in the first place, the clydesdale noticed that he was nowhere to be found. He said earlier that he would be watching from somewhere close, but Mac did see hide nor hair of him since he left the waiting area. It was unlike Gunne to lie to Mac, so the absence of the caribou was starting to make him jittery.

“Now that the competition has been decided it’s time to hand out the awards, and do we have a surprise for all our lucky winners! We have a special guest here to hand out the ribbons and prizes, hailing all the way from Canterlot! Every stallion now rise and every mare bow down before our praised and respected ruler…!” As if of one mind AJ and Mac’s eyes widened, their irises shrinking to the size of dots, and gave each other a look before turning their heads towards looking around frantically. There was just one person who would be announced under that title, and it was the worst possible person for any black collar or immune stallion to be around. “King Dainn!”

As Mac’s eyes darted everywhere to find the king of caribou, the clydesdale found him stepping out from the shadowy alcove he himself had used to enter the arena. The caribou must have slipped in there some time after he had left, as there was no way that anyone in Equestria would miss the presence of Dainn, or that of the two alicorn princesses following behind him; one, the former ruler of Equestria, Celestia, and the other Princess Luna. Both of which were linked to Dainn by thick iron chains that led from his hand to their collars, Luna's walk a slow, reluctant shuffle, while Celestia moved with contented grace. Following behind the three of them was Gunne, accompanying the king that he respected so much out into the arena. He must have been so proud of himself to do so, as his face was the happiest Mac had ever seen it.

The corner of Mac’s lip twitched as the caribou walked in his direction. This was the orchestrator of all Mac’s troubles. The one who took the life he and his friends and family once had and destroyed anything that made it good. The anger that he felt towards this one man was unfathomable, yet had to be somehow contained. He couldn’t show anger or hostility, the king would not take that lightly and it could cause everything he had done to be pointless.

On that thought he looked down to AJ and found her in a similar state of noticeable anger at the sight of the tyrant and the fallen rulers of Equestria. He couldn’t risk being disrespectful to the king by bending over to tell AJ she needed to calm down, but he had to do something before Dainn got close enough to see Applejack’s face. Thinking the fastest he ever had, Mac slipped his arm up Applejack’s back and placed his fingers on the back of her skull as lightly as possible. She needed to recognize the command to be at ease, for her sake, and she needed to follow it. When she tensed her body and forced herself into a somewhat uncomfortable grin Mac knew she had listened to him and that this was the best he could do considering. It was all he could ask of her.

Dainn moved toward the awaiting contest winners, the alicorn princesses crawling on hands and knees behind him as he approached Soarin. For the first time, Mac heard the voice of the man who overthrew a thousand year kingdom. “Always a pleasure to see you enforce your authority over this one. Shame you got here late, I would have liked to see more out of her than just a few jumps.” His words were powerful and precise, without seeming loud.

Soarin put his arms in between Rainbow’s yoke and her arms, lifting her up and presenting her before Dainn. “Well it couldn’t be helped. I’m just glad we got here in time for Dash to do what little she did.”

“Indeed, and for her participation I believe she has earned this.” Dainn looked to Gunne, who handed him a large blue ribbon that said ‘3rd’. With the ribbon in hand, Dainn grabbed Dash’s left breast and squeezed it so her nipple poked out. With the nub sticking out as it was he was able to make out a small hole within it, one that matched Applejack’s own pierced nipples, and slid in the ribbon’s needle to put it into place. While Dainn tugged on the ribbon to ensure that it was attached properly, AJ watched Dash lift up one of her hooves as if she was going to kick, but then set it back down in a half hearted stomp. Even she knew that in this situation trying to attack Dainn would only lead to a heap of trouble. Though if AJ was in Dash’s place and circumstances were different, she wasn’t sure she would have the mental fortitude to do the same. At the very least she would give the caribou king a piece of her mind, for what little good it would do, if any.

Dainn took another ribbon from Gunne and proceeded down the line, stopping at the two other earth ponies from Ponyville that had placed second. “An amusing performance. You’ve trained your mare well.”

“Thank you very much your majesty.” Cherry Fizzy said, giving the mare a slap on the ass, “Say thank you, Berry.”

“T-t-thank you, y-y-your majest-t-ty” Said Cherry Berry, terrified of what both her master and the king would do if she didn’t.

“Um... Sorry King Dainn, my little Berry is still self conscious in front of crowds. We are working on that problem though, aren’t we?”

Fizzy gave Berry’s ear a hard tug prompting her to speak, “Yes master! We are doing our best to get past that!”

“It’s understandable that a female has problems speaking in front of me,” said Dainn, “As any might be before their king. However, make sure that she gets over her fright soon. Mares need to be willing, eager and unafraid to do anything and everything that is commanded of them, no matter who is watching them.” As he did with Dash, Dainn gripped Berry’s breast with his mighty caribou hand and squeezed until her nipple pleasantly popped out. Unfortunately for Berry she didn’t have the piercing holes that Dash and AJ had, and Dainn had to put the ribbon into place the hard way. What was probably supposed to be a scream was reduced to a small squeak as Berry suppressed her pain in her muzzle. AJ watched a small trickle of blood from the needle’s entry point, adding it to her list of sins the caribou had committed against ponykind, a list that already had too much on it to keep track of.

“And here we come to the winner.” Dainn said as he stepped away from Berry without a care for what he had just done. “I have to say, when Gunne told me that you’d managed to show improvement and train your sister into a proper mare I had my doubts, but I think that the performance you gave speaks for itself.”

AJ allowed herself to slip back into her red collar frame of thought, and placed her arms behind her back while pushing out her chest to present her breasts as she had caught Roseluck do in front of Mac on several occasions. The more easily accessible they were to the caribou, the more “red” she would appear in Dainn’s eyes, and if anyone needed to be convinced it was him.

Gestures alone wouldn’t cut it though, words were needed to emphasize exactly how far she had come. She had to fiddle with what she would inside her head to come up with something that was agreeable to her, but she knew that in many cases a woman wasn’t supposed to speak until her master gave her permission, so she had time.

When Dainn stepped in front of AJ he gave her a cursory glance, then gave his full attention to the stallion next to her. “Gunne stressed that her development has been, for the most part, your doing Mister…”

“Macintosh,” Gunne piped up, quick to give the king the information he required.

“Of course, Macintosh. Gunne has said so much about you. Glad to see that our rehabilitation program for mentally deficient stallions has paid off.”

Mac kept eye contact with Dainn, which made him have to lift his head slightly as Dainn was a little taller than even he was. At this close of range he could make out every detail of the caribou king; his body covered in fur of a greyish tan hue, his short cut black hair that came out from behind two large antlers that branched off into many small points, eyes of dark blue that made Mac think of the darkness of night. All of this protected by a suit of half plate mail embroidered with etched in caribou runes that made him all but untouchable to magical attacks. He would be a daunting, if not impossible foe to anyone stupid enough to face him in battle, and someone Mac had always hoped he would never have to be this close to.

“I’m..” Mac took a second to recompose, building up the courage to speak to one who held his sister’s fate in his hands. “I’m glad to be of help. Took me some… time to get mah priorities straight.”

“He still has some small problems, as to be expected with stallions with his disability,” Gunne added, “But with my help, he has become much better and in turn has been able to tame this mare.”

Mac wished that Gunne hadn’t had said that, thinking that it would make Dainn think poorly about him. However, if the caribou king did he didn't show it, barely acknowledging the comment visibly. “It’s good to see a citizen of my kingdom coming along nicely, and that our decision to allow the more compliant of you to remain a part of it has produced such positive results.” The statement reflected Gunne’s own view on the subject, that it didn’t matter to Dainn if a stallion had a few issues as long as they didn’t interfere with the caribou’s agenda. “The only thing I’m curious about is how this mare feels about her role in my kingdom.” He turned to Applejack “Have you accepted that you are a worthless female who has no power and exists for the sole purpose of servicing men?”

Dainn was trying to antagonize her, trying to see if she would crack under his insults. She could tell by the way spoke his words, intent on wounding her pride. She had already decided on what she would say as she was waiting, and even if she skirted around the question itself. “Ah have been letting mahself be used for mah body frequently and been doin’ everything mah master has told me to do. It was only because of his guidance that Ah was able to do what I did here today. Ah live to serve him as much as Ah do any man that wants to use me.” The way she said it was completely honest, even the last part. She didn’t ‘serve’ Mac, they were a team in this endeavor, and likewise she didn’t serve anyone else.

“What splendid words from a mare who has learned her place.” said Dainn, pleased by Applejack’s answer.

“Then might I take this as a go ahead on that matter we’ve been discussing, my king?” asked Gunne.

“Yes, yes, from what I saw she’s done what she needs to in order to prove herself worthy of it.”

Gunne could not have shown more eagerness to put an end to this as he did. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the red collar contained inside it, then walked in such an expedient way that it near became a sprint in the short distance he had to go. “Stand aside Mac,” he said, gently directing the clydesdale out of the way so he could get behind the mare. Placing his hand onto Applejack’s collar, the caribou’s antlers started to glow.

Applejack let out an amazed gasp as the collar around her throat fell off her neck. It hit the ground with a resounding thud, a sound that etched itself in the farm mare’s memories. The pain that had been constant since her enslavement had left, and for the first time in a long time her neck was unrestricted. She couldn’t help but stretch out her cramped muscles, moving them in ways she almost forgot she could. It felt right, it felt like freedom, the distinct lack of a layer of clothing being the one thing that separated how she felt at that moment from how she used to.

The feeling was incredibly short lived, and a hand grasped her hair and held it firmly. “Hold still,” said Gunne, wrapping the old black collar’s replacement around her throat, taking away what she had just reclaimed. What she wouldn’t give just to not have to wear one of those accursed pieces of leather. She would happily suck off every stallion and lick the pussy of every mare in Equestria just to be able to move her neck from side to side without anything getting in the way, but knowing the caribou they’d agree to such a deal only to renege on it when she finished.

Applejack felt the seam of the new collar disappear from existence and become one solid ring, removing once more any freedom of movement she had. With the confinement came something new though, something that replaced the months of agony she just endured. The red collar, while still as tight and constricting as the last, felt much, much better than before. The inside of it was layered with soft padding that was amazingly comfortable in comparison to the rough, scratchy texture of the black one. The magic induced sting was replaced with a massaging sensation that made a moan of pleasure escape AJ’s lips, which then made her face try to match the color of her newly acquired status symbol when she noticed that was enjoying the simple lack of pain much more than she should have.

With the collar now properly fitted, Gunne released Applejack and let her take in the benefits of obedience. What she could’ve had from the very beginning was now hers, and perhaps that would make her become more compliant over time. She was a fake red collar now, but over time she hopefully would settle into her role and stop being a mess that Mac had to clean up after. That was his hope for now, but he would have to keep at the work that he had started. This mare was still far from being the woman she should be in his eyes.

AJ did spend a few seconds taking it in, reaching up to touch the object that represented what she and her brother had gone through and achieved. She never really believed that this plan would work, and partially never wanted it to. They had done it though, and now things would finally be easier. That was the thought that was slipping into her mind, that was until she heard a loud sound of outrage coming from down the line she was standing in. It pulled her from her thoughts, and when she saw who had made it her heart sunk all the way to her hooves.

Rainbow Dash, being held back by Soarin, was creating a bigger fuss than AJ had ever done during the times she was abused, betrayal and hatred showing within her eyes. She was livid, the very picture of rage. What set her off was clear as her anger, as she had just watched the last of her friends give in to those who had taken away everything from all of them. She couldn’t say anything to defend herself, not because Dainn was right next to her, but because if it had been Dash doing this instead of her she would’ve been the same way, if more subtle with how she expressed it. Despite what the caribou might say, Rainbow Dash was still the embodiment of loyalty, and now as far as she knew there was no one left to be loyal to.

“AH!” A near crushing squeeze of Dainn’s hands wrenched Applejack away from her infuriated friend’s hatefilled shouts, her breasts getting the same treatment as the others before her as the first place ribbon was placed into her nipple holes and locked into place.

“Don’t concern yourself with that one, mare,” Dainn said with a sense of satisfaction, “Unlike you, she doesn’t yet understand her place.”

Against Dainn’s suggestion, Applejack gave Rainbow Dash one last look. Soarin had gained control over the bound mare, forcing her on her knees and keeping her down by holding onto her shoulders. Dash did give one final glare though, right before turning her head away and drooping it in disappointment. It was heart rending to see what might have been Dash giving up on what little she had left to hold onto, but AJ didn’t think she could say or do to fix what had happened.

With the ribbon latched on tightly, Dainn brought his attention back to Mac. “You’ve done well, and for that, I want to give you this.” He gestured to Gunne, who then presented Mac with a gold embroidered, pure white envelope.

Mac took the envelope, again not wanting to risk offence, “T-thank you. Now if I can, I’d like to get Applejack back home so she can get back to work. She’s had enough of a break as it is and with that nice new collar on Ah think she needs something to remind her where she stands.” Mac tried to play it off, but his attempt to get AJ away from this terrible event was pretty transparent, even to himself.

If Dainn thought the same he didn’t let it be known, and instead just said to the stallion, “Indeed; after getting a red collar is the best time to remind these females that they are still just pets. Don’t you think it would be much better if you had some help to drill in that lesson though?”

“What do ya mean?” Mac asked, afraid of what the answer might be.

“We have an entire arena of stallions that are certainly itching to reward her for earning her red collar. It would be a pity to let her leave without letting them do so first.”

“Well we really do have a train to catch and... “ Mac felt a hand go on his shoulder, Gunne’s hand, and it was telling him to let it go. He had to remember that as far as things were concerned, he was just AJ’s handler. His sister was a government owned mare, and this was the king deciding that she had to stay and fuck any that would want to fuck her. “You’re right. Mah train doesn’t leave until later anyways.”

“Then it is settled,” said Dainn, “And with that I have my own train to catch back to Canterlot.” The caribou king turned and gave the chains in his hand a hard tug, one hard enough to pull Luna and Celestia’s arms out from underneath them, making them both hit the ground harshly on top of their bare chests. “Get up and let’s go. You both know what will happen if you hold us up.”

Dainn left with his two princess slaves just as he had came, putting Mac at a state of ease at his departure, and of grief at seeing those who he felt were better rulers than the caribou brought to such a state. It couldn’t be helped, no more than what was about to befall Applejack.

“Hey!” Soarin said as he took Dash by her yoke again, “Macintosh right? Congratulations on your win.”

Even though he had gotten AJ a red collar, Mac didn’t feel like much of a winner. “Thanks…” He said out of courtesy.

“So your mare is going to be sticking around for the after game activities, and she’s been giving my Dash some looks for a while.” Mac looked to Applejack and caught her turning away as she heard the pegasus stallion mention her. She wasn’t looking too satisfied with all that had happened either, what little they gained from this had attached to it a price they hadn’t foreseen. “It’s giving me a great idea. How about we set them up together. Two of the kingdom’s most recognizable sluts together in one spot. There will be lines circling the place. What do you say?”

Emotionally drained and seeing that this would had no different of an outcome than if he had Applejack put herself out to get screwed, Mac gave a somewhat defeated nod.

“Great, then follow me and we’ll set these two up, sit back and let everyone else perform for us.”

Soarin walked ahead, and Mac turned his sights on Gunne. He didn’t feel as if the caribou had betrayed him; his plan had delivered the red collar as he had promised. This was all a matter of bad circumstances, and he had no way of knowing that this is where, when, or how any of this would turn out. Nevertheless, there was still a little resentment towards the caribou for his part in what AJ was about to endure. He swallowed the mild and unjustified hostility, and instead held out his hand to the caribou.

“Gag, now.” said the clydesdale. Gunne understood, and handed over the leather gag they had used to transport AJ to Appaloosa. Mac snatched it up and placed it around Applejack’s mouth, catching her off guard as she dwelled on Rainbow Dash. “The king said you had to have sex, not how. Let’s at least keep one hole away from a dick today.” Mac locked the muzzle gag on fast, not wanting to hear any objections or complaints. This would make things a little easier on his sister for now, as she could swear and scream and act out as much as she desired, and no one would be able to tell the difference.

“Mac,” said Gunne as he watched Mac tighten the strap on the gag,” I know that this seems bad right now, but this is the last thing that needs be done for things to be better for the both of you.”

“Ah get that, Ah really do,” Mac replied, “But I’ve had mah fill of ‘last things’ for one day.” Once the gag was in place and locked, Mac spun AJ around to look her in the eye. “Now AJ, you’ve been through a lot today… and if it were up to me we’d run back to Ponyville if it meant getting away from all of this… but…” Mac paused for a second needed to find the courage to say what he had to,”… We can’t defy a direct command of the king. So just bear with it for a little longer. Can you do that?”

Applejack gave a nod, her self-esteem so low after Rainbow Dash lashed out at her that she couldn’t muster up the will to object.

“Good girl…” Mac said as he gave his sister a motivating pat on the head and led her off in the Soarin went off to, Gunne following close behind.

In a matter of ten minutes, AJ had her arms tied above her head, wrists bound together by rope that went through a hook hanging from the ceiling of one of the arena’s entrance corridors. On the other end of the rope was Rainbow Dash, removed from her yoke and tied in the same fashion so the two pulled against one another as they stood back to back. Dash’s wing binder pushed up uncomfortably against Applejack’s shoulders, AJ not making any effort to adjust herself as if the farm mare did she might unintentionally hurt the pegasus again.

She was close enough to Dash that she could have whispered to her if she did not have the muzzle on, but even if she could speak AJ did not know what she would say. If Dash was anything like herself, she wouldn’t believe that this was all an act, even if it was said by the element of honesty. Red collars always had supposed reasons or excuses as to why they submitted, and most were not to be believed. The collar she now wore marked her as trouble to any black collar, and Dash had every right to think the worst of her.

“Why are you hanging your head so low?” said a stallion standing in front of AJ, “You’re a red collar now. A sexy slut who should take some pride that a line of men this long wants to fuck you.”

AJ lifted her head up to see the line in front of her, stallions in numbers so high that she could not see the end of it. Behind her was another line just as long for Dash. With the amount of stallions she recalled seeing in the stands, she could tell that neither of them were going anywhere for a while.

“Who cares if her head hangs?” said an earth pony stallion as he stepped up, cock in hand to be the first one to take the new red collar, “All that matters is that we have a hole to shove our dicks in. The red collar just means that she’ll love what we do to her.”

The earth stallion grabbed one of Applejack’s legs and lifted it up off the ground, causing her body to turn slightly and her arms to pull down on the ropes that connected her to Rainbow Dash. She could hear Dash yelp as her arms were forced upwards by Applejack’s own weight; the toned, muscular earth mare was much heavier than the trim racing pegasus. Feeling guilt over what she had inadvertently done to her friend, AJ adjusted herself to alleviate some of the pressure on the ropes, straining herself to lift her arms and body up in the awkward position she was in. It didn’t do much, and put AJ’s face first into the space between Dash’s wing shrouds, but Applejack would do anything in her power to make this experience less awful for her friend.

The earth stallion placed AJ’s leg over his shoulder, which made AJ have to go on her hoof tip in order to not be taken completely off the ground, before using his now free hand to grab a hold of her other leg with his now free hand. “Sluts like this are only good for two things; being a quick fuck that doesn’t make a fuss about it and the nice sounds they make while getting hammered.” The stallion said while he rubbed the engorged flare of his dick against the farm mare’s exposed sex.

Next thing AJ knew, the stallion pulled back on her leg and thrust himself forward into her. The forced entrance was not nearly as bad as what she had already done to herself earlier, but it made her give out a long moan of displeasure all the same. The stallions watching had good laugh about that. “Suppose you’re right. Listen to her moan. She just loves having a cock inside her. Let’s make sure to give her a fucking she won’t soon forget.” One of the stallions waiting for their turn said.

“Don’t worry, I intend to fuck her brains right out of her skull before any of you even get to her,” said the earth stallion. With that he began his his assault on the mare’s sensitive tunnel, thrusting into her with powerful jabs that pushed AJ forward each time and ran her face into Rainbow Dash’s back. It was like he was putting everything he had into each movement, like he was trying to break her when as far as he knew she had already broken. Figured that she would get a sadist as the first person to take her that evening, and more were certainly to come.

It was not long after the stallion penetrated her that the line on Dash’s side started to move themselves. A stallion that AJ couldn’t see from her position went right up to the blue pegasus and grabbed her legs, lifting her right off her hooves and onto his penis. The raising of Dash’s body caused the rope to gain some slack, and AJ involuntarily dropped down to make up the difference. Applejack found herself staring right at Rainbow Dash’s flank, and with another trust from the stallion inside her, the earth mare was pushed far enough that she went face first into that rump and was draped in Dash’s multicolored tail.

Perhaps it was because she was living in the moment and was taking everything she felt as it came, but Applejack felt that this was, above anything else that she had done to her, the most humiliating and demeaning moment of her life. More than when she had sex with Pinkie on stage, more than being paraded naked through the streets of Ponyville, more than being raped by Ivangir or any other insignificant point of embarrassment before the fall. Being used as a fuck hole for countless stallions while one of her best friends got raped in a similar fashion next to her would be the benchmark she would base all future events against.

She would be able to handle it, as Apples were made of sterner stuff than most, but there was little more that could be done to make this worse than it already was. The feel of the rope tightening and pulling against her wrists as Dash pulled against them with all her might in vain struggles. The sounds of her infuriated screams and a light patting that came from her binders as her wings hit the inner walls of them, either in her rage or as an involuntary reflex to the sexual abuse she was given. The knowledge that during it all Dash was probably thinking of her, and how she no longer had a friend she could trust. Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and lastly herself, all wearing the caribou’s symbol of obedience and acceptance. It was going to be yet another thing to visit her dreams, and would haunt her for some time to come.

From a nearby wall, Mac looked on stoically while the first stallion came inside his sister. He had held nothing back, and when he moved out of the way another took his place, going at about the same speed as the first. It was revolting, and made worse by having to watch yet another person he knew can cared for get molested not even inches away.

Gunne stood right next to him and kept an eye on Applejack as well, though for reasons that Mac knew were different than his own. “She is doing very well,” he said, “And don’t worry, I won’t let every male here have a turn. When she gets past maybe thirty or forty of them I break them up and we can leave. We do have a train to catch after all.”

“That makes me feel so much better…” said Mac.

“It’s the best I can do,” Gunne replied, “And she can handle it. I have that much faith in her abilities.”

“Of course she can. She’s mah sister.” Mac said back while he wished this day would just end.

“By the way, what is it that the king gave you as a prize for winning?” Gunne asked in hopes of getting Mac’s mind on other things.

Mac was still holding the envelope in his hand, crumpling it up slightly as he expressed his anger in a socially healthy manner. He was not very sure what he had been given either, and right then diverting his attention from something he could not prevent might be better than stewing in his own emotions. He tore open the envelope, and pulled out a letter. As he looked it over, he read it aloud for Gunne to hear.

“Dear first place winner, in commemoration on your victory today King Dainn and the Council would like to, blah, blah, blah…. It is an honor to have a stallion as capable of handling black collars as yourself in our kingdom and, blah, blah…”

“Mac please, show some respect.”

Mac sighed, “We would like to show of our appreciation and acknowledgement of your abilities, and as such hope you accept these two...” The clydesdale stopped there, not believing what the letter said. It couldn’t be right, or at least he hoped it wasn’t. After today he didn’t want any more of the caribou’s surprises, and yet as he reached inside of the envelope he found that what the latter stated would be inside was indeed there.

“What is it Mac?” Gunne said curiously, not knowing himself what had been awarded to the stallion.

Mac just looked at what he had in his hands with dread: two golden slips of paper, each saying on them, The Grand Galloping Gala at Canterlot Castle, Admit One.