Mac stood before five mares, ready to start another day of work on his farm. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, but the girls under his protection were now well-acclimated to the way things worked under Mac and their duties. What had been an uneasy relationship between the stallion and the mares held loosely together based on their dependence for one another had developed into something stable.

“Okay girls, you know the drill,” Mac said with a smile on his face, troubles feeling miles away due to recent events. He looked to a blue-coated mare sitting with her hands in front of her on the ground next to him, the dog-like purple collar whom he had all but adopted, and gave her a pat on the head before looking to his other side and the mare who had sacrificed so much to make the current peace on the farm possible. “AJ, if ya would.”

Applejack stepped forward, clipboard in hand and determination on her face. She grabbed the tip of her hat, one of the ‘privileges’ restored to her upon becoming a red collar, and tilted it to get the sun out of her eyes as she went over the day’s agenda. “Carrot Top, you’ll be harvesting field four today, with Lily backing ya up and pulling the carts once they get full,” said the farm mare, getting right down to business on one of her ‘off days’ in the month since her re-collaring. Whether she wore red or black around her neck, her loathing of spreading her legs for the men that used her didn’t change, and she found she looked forward to days where she didn’t have to put up with them and could get some honest work done.

“Got it Applejack.” said Lily, who had been replaced by AJ as assistant supervisor. She had taken the demotion a bit better than she had at first, since Mac explained that she would still be asked to take up the role when he had to accompany AJ to do her red collar things. Considering the small changes her collaring had brought to the farm there was no one else as deserving of the role as her. Lily smiled while waiting for the others to get their own assignments, believing that it would be another day of hard, but fulfilling, work.

Carrot Top didn’t feel quite the same as her fellow black collar, not able to look past a simple change of neckwear to see that the mare behind it was still the same. From where she stood Applejack was just as bad as Roseluck, and in a way took the farm mare’s previous position of main red-hater. A shoulder nudge from Lily did manage to get a reply of “Yes ma’am” out of her though.

“Daisy,” AJ continued, “We need ya to crate up everything Lily brings ya to be shipped out off to Ponyville tomorrow.”

“I’ll do my best,” the mare replied, running off to get ready before the rest got to their jobs. Mac watched her scurry off in a blur of pink and green, somewhat satisfied that she was no longer the emotionally distraught mare she started off as when she first arrived. Making her life the slightest bit better, despite having to be molested every so often, was one of the rays of sunshine that helped him keep going. With the way she kept to her chores and stayed upbeat during even the worst of times, he could tell he did a good job with her.

“Roseluck, ya got purple duty. We need the ones brought in yesterday to get a full body cleaning. Fur, manes, tails, teeth and hooves.” AJ looked up from her task list and sent Roseluck a look of suspicion, “We’re trustin’ ya to do it right this time too. No more incidents like the last time.”

Roseluck grumbled under her breath, almost parroting Carrot Top’s own resentful gestures, but for entirely different reasons. AJ’s change from black to red did not equally change her situation like the rest. She was still stuck on the farm, limited to the rare times she was allowed to service a stallion physically. If anything AJ’s own red collar interfered with her goals, with each time the farm mare stepped out for a day meaning Roseluck would have to pick up the slack. She was getting sick of it all, but there really was nothing she could do about it. Mac’s word was as good as law when it came to what she could and couldn’t do.

“Whatever...” said the mare, taking off in a huff.

“She’s in more of a mood than usual.” AJ said to her brother.

Mac understood the issue, but it couldn’t be helped for now. He had a plan, the one given to him by Braeburn, and in order to follow it he had to earn the money he needed to buy up the family members on the list he was given. It was going to take a little time, but once he got a few more of his kin at Sweet Apple Acres he would be able to allow Roseluck all the time she wanted with the men in town if that’s what she really wanted. For now she was just going to have to see that prospect as incentive to work harder.

“I’ll talk to her later.” Mac said, unsure if he would really do so. While he wanted to make sure everyone was happy on his farm, Roseluck and her demeanor were still a touchy subject for him. For now it was best to let her vent and hope the problem would resolve itself.

“Then all that leaves is planting the carrots and cabbages in fields twenty and thirteen.” AJ looked up to the last remaining mare in the lineup; a yellow, blue maned mare in a white hat similar to her own. “That’ll be me and you Fiddly.”

Fiddly Faddle had been added to Mac’s roster of mares hardly a week prior, and had been easily acclimated to how things worked at her new home. From the stories she told of the farm she was at before, the black collared mare was mostly used as a farm hand that periodically had to serve her owner’s desires, both roles coming with all the necessary bonds and punishments one would expect a black collar would receive. Her new life as Mac’s private slave would be much less demanding, only requiring the use of her skills as a farmer and little more. He was so happy to be able to rescue her, and that she came at a fairly low price considering what Braeburn said would be the range he should look for. The clydesdale took it as a sign that things were turning around for him, but didn’t intend to depend on such luck to stay. It was unlikely that things would continue to fall into place for him, but a small reprieve such as this alleviated some of the stress he had been feeling up until now.

“What’ll you be up to Mac?” Fiddly asked as she picked up a heavy bag of seeds sitting in front of the fence separating the fields from the housing section of the farm.

“I’m going to get back to work setting up the extension to the house.” Mac answered. With the mares that he hoped would soon be living there, he would need more room to keep them all in. “Which if any of ya get done with your chores early then I’d like ya to come an’ help me with that.”

The girls gave their last regards before heading off to their individual tasks, and Mac likewise went off to do his own. It looked to be a peaceful day, at least compared to many before it.

Equipped with a hammer and nails, Mac was busy as he nailed planks of birchwood to an oak frame. He had dedicated any free days he had to this project, which were not as many as he would hope. It was an unexpected side effect that AJ’s popularity increased immensely, requests for her use coming in from all over. The requests varied from photo shoots, to parties, to even a request to have AJ come to one of the red collar schools to show off her amazing display of obedience. To get anything done around the farm he had to limit her appearances to one or two a week, which seemed to be acceptable to the caribou.

From where the clydesdale stood he could keep an eye on almost everyone, the work of the mares motivating his own. Applejack herself was pulling a plow to till the land, a normal plow. Not one that she had to be bound to, or that had some sexualized gimmick to it, just a simply piece of farming equipment that let her do the work she needed to do. Gunne himself dropped it off, his own gift to the mare for, as he put it, “doing a what she was supposed to”. Mac would never understand how being unimpeded while doing her work was really a reward, but he had to admit that it sure felt like one when he didn’t have to put his sister through that wretched ritual of binding and unbinding day in and day out.

It was a reward that extended to the others, as the rest were allowed to go without the modified farm equipment as well, making things much easier on everyone. If not for their nudity, it would have been a normal, pre-fall day. Well… that and the mare chewing on a heavy stick Mac threw a few times for her before he started his work on the house. He really had to figure out what her name was, or at least come up with something to call her if she was going to be staying on the farm. He played around with a few names like Barking Mad, but then quietly reprimanded himself for making light of the girl’s illness before going back to hammering nails and watching the girls.

Each mare was doing their assigned job with no complaints and as efficiently as they could, except maybe for Roseluck, who was the only pony not in Mac’s line of sight. He didn’t mind too much about that though, the work he gave her was mostly to keep her out of everyone’s hair anyways, and she tended to do just enough to not have to hear about it later. For the most part she had been good as of late, the attitude replacing her attempts to seduce him. Perhaps she deserved something for her good behavior, just as Gunne thought AJ did for hers. What to get a red collar though? The easiest answer would be a day off to do what, or who, she wanted. Would it really set the plan Mac and Braeburn agreed on back that much if he just let her do it? Reminding himself that he essentially had her doing busy work that moment, it probably wouldn’t. With no reason to keep her, Mac decided he would let her have tomorrow off. She would be happy to hear that, so happy in fact that he chose to keep it a secret until next morning.

As he stood there, putting together an outer wall, he let all the bad thoughts of the world outside his farm slip as far away as possible. This is what he and AJ had earned; the ability to live a somewhat normal life at the cost of a bit of their dignity. It wasn’t a fair trade, but it was the best they could ask for. As long as Dainn was king things would stay this way, and that looked to be a long time. Keeping things as close to ‘normal’ as possible during these troubling times would be what would keep himself, as well as the rest of the Apple family, sane. Not much more they could do aside from look after one another and hope.

Mac pulled back his arm and swung his hammer towards a half-sticking-out nail, ready to drive it the rest of the way into the beam behind it. What he had intended to be a solid, yet controlled strike, went awry though as he caught something out of the corner of his eye. The distraction was enough for him to break his concentration, and slam the hammer into the wood so hard that it broke the plank he was working on, as well as the beam behind it.

“Aww shoot!” Mac yelled out as he realized what he had done. This was would set his project back, but no more than a few hours.

“Something wrong Mac?” said Gunne as he got completely round the corner of the barn house.

“Nothing Ah can’t fix,” Mac said, stepping through the half constructed addition to the building, inspecting the damage he had caused with his carelessness, “What are ya doing all the way out here?”

“Is it improper for someone to check in on a friend every now and then to make sure they’re alright?” Gunne replied, the inflection of his voice making Mac curious whether his question was rhetorical or not.

“No, but it’s a walk,” answered Mac as he started to remove the broken beam, “And Ah know ya got more than your own share of work to do.”

“The town has been pretty calm as of late. No escaped females, the dragon has commandeered enough mares to satisfy himself, and no one is complaining about a certain stallion being the town pariah anymore.”

The last part caught Mac’s ear, but he had already noticed that stallions had ceased their demands for his arrest and that he had become tolerated, if not accepted, by those who only so recently loathed his existence. “Figure that, let everyone treat your sister like the town whore and they suddenly like you.”

“I don’t think Applejack has quite that high of a title yet, and I think the pink one has claim to it. We could always help her get it if you wanted though. Would certainly help to remove any doubts anyone would have of her.” A smirk grew across Gunne’s face.

“Are ya mocking me?”

“Sorry Mac, but you left yourself wide open for a little ribbing there.” Gunne leaned up against one of the exposed beams as he gave a slight laugh. “Besides, you once again overestimate the abilities of your sister. It’s not her obedience that made them like you, but yours.”

Mac lifted an eyebrow to the caribou, “What do ya mean?”

“You are the one who, in their eyes at least, tamed your wild sister. You brought her to town, let men use her as a woman, and got her to do what no other man could, even a caribou. In some small sense you’re a hero.”

Mac cringed as he pulled the broken beam away from the rest of the frame, “I’m no hero... I’m just a man looking out for his sister…”

“Well yes, you and I know that, but if people want to believe more of you then let them. The more they believe in you the more they trust you, and the more they trust you, the more they will believe that you can handle Applejack. That’s what really matters about this and you should openly accept anything that makes you look better in the eyes of the public. It was part of why we went through so much to get your sister that comfortable collar she wears now, even if she doesn’t really deserve it,” Gunne paused, thinking back to the competition, “Speaking of…. I do hope that you are going to the Gala.”

Mac cringed even harder at the mention of the gala and tossed the wood beam he held in a huff, “Why would Ah want to go there?”

“Because there will be many, many, influential people there who it might be good to show that you’re no longer going to be a problem. You wouldn’t even have to say or do anything, your presence there alone would speak volumes.”

“Ah just don’t think it’s worth the effort. I’d be be sitting in the corner all night, watching more mares get abused…”

“I assure you that Canterlot red collars are amongst some of the most well-kept in Equestria.” Gunne interjected.

“And you know exactly what Ah mean. The best kept woman in Equestria still isn’t treated right.”

“Perhaps in your eyes, but that is just your perspective. I don’t believe I abuse my sister, as you put it, and if you said I did I’d punch you in the mouth right now.”

Mac believed him. As twisted Gunne’s view was, he did care for Ginna in a way that he had not seen in any other male that supported the caribou regime. Vestri might have been close, as he showed a deal of affection for the mare he brought with him during his visit, but Mac only encountered them both for what was maybe a few hours, not enough time to compare the two caribou.

Gunne sensed that he had made the conversation uncomfortable and changed the subject back to Mac, “You could always go to watch over Applejack,” he said, knowing that Mac was just as protective over his sister as he was his own, “I’m sure you’ve already gotten a letter saying that she is required to be at the event.”

The clydesdale had indeed gotten the letter in the mail. As Gunne said, it told him that Applejack would have to attend the Grand Galloping Gala in two months, along with the other mares formerly known as The Elements of Harmony. The date of the Gala had been changed by the caribou, to that of the anniversary of their capture of Canterlot and the beginning of their reign over Equestria, thus they were going to use the notoriety of the biggest party ponies knew to boost the celebration of the event. It was the only reason he even hung on to those damned tickets, as he worried what would happen if he didn’t attend, not that his attendance would make any difference.

“The king gave me two tickets though,” Mac said, making excuses so he wouldn’t have to decide right then. To further try to ignore the choice, he picked up a new beam and started hammering it into place. “It wouldn’t be right for me to show up alone.”

“Why don’t you take Mr. Cake with you?” Gunne asked. He had long since learned of the two ponies’ encounter. “You both share a handicap, and while he has a real red collar in his care I’m sure there are plenty of things that the both of you have in common.”

“Me and Carrot Cake don’t talk too often,” Mac replied. That was all both of the immune stallions needed; to be cooped up in Canterlot Castle, surrounded by caribou and converted stallions fucking the night away, with only each other’s discomfort to keep them company through the whole thing. He wouldn’t subject Mr. Cake to such torment when he and his wife, who was about as ‘red’ as Mac was blue, already had to deal with what was happening at the bordello.

“Then how about Mr. Rich?”

“Filthy?” Mac wondered aloud. He would enjoy the Gala, and would be quite thankful for the opportunity to hobnob with all the important people who would be there. Then again, any time spent with him would revolve around the older stallion telling him how good it was that Mac took his advice and tamed AJ, maybe attempting to get some private use with her for being the one to set him on the right track. “I’d rather not.”

“Well then, I suppose it can’t be helped.” Mac thought that he had finally won in one of he and Gunne’s debates with one another, but then he heard the caribou say, “I’ll go with you.”

“You?” Mac questioned, “You weren’t gonna go before?”

“I tend to stay away from events where my people congregate if I can. They are always displeased to see me, and thus I tend to put a damper on things. For you though Mac, I will gladly suffer their indignation.”

“Well Ah don’t wanna impose,” Mac said in one last ditch effort back out of the event.

“I insist,” Gunne stated, he would not take no for an answer. He would do almost anything to assure that Mac did not become an outcast like himself, “We go together. Ginna can stay here for the night to keep my people’s irritation to a minimum, you can keep an eye Applejack, and I’ll keep an eye on you as you drown your troubles in cheap wine.”

“Then… Ah guess Ah can’t refuse your offer,” Mac relented. Gunne was the best choice to take after all, and with him around he’d at least have a person to complain to when things got rough. It was going to be one rough night though.

“Then it’s settled,” Said Gunne ”And believe me Mac, you won’t regret this.”

Mac finished hammering his replacement beam onto the frame, “Ah already am.”

“Come on, no need to get all resentful. I even have something to take your mind off the matter.”

“Something to… what in Equestria have ya done now?” asked Mac as he got back to the outer part of his construction area.

“Well... you were right before about me not coming all this way for a simple hello.” Gunne pushed himself off the beam he was leaning against and headed back to the front of the house. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

“Ya know Ah hate surprises!” Mac yelled after, standing in spot long enough to see that Gunne wasn’t coming back. The large stallion tossed his hammer aside and followed, bracing himself for whatever the caribou had prepared for him. Walking as quickly as he could, Mac passed right by purple pen, noticing that Roseluck was shirking her chores and was nowhere to be seen. It made him give second thought about rewarding her as he planned, but for now he had to let it slide. As he put that thought aside, Mac rounded the corner to the front of the house, and what he saw waiting for him was surprising as Gunne had said. Whether it was pleasant or not was still up to debate.

Gunne had brought with him Ginna, along with one other Mac hadn’t expected, Cheerilee. The purple mare was pressed up against the front of his home, with what looked to be some sort of golden jewelry hanging off her form, as the female caribou kneeled before her and licked lovingly in-between the red collared mare’s legs. Cheerilee's face contorted in attempt to control the lust building inside her with each long, heavy brush of the tongue against her labia, making only the lightest of sounds of desire.

“Very good Cheerilee,” said Gunne as he stood aside the mare, “You kept quiet enough that I could keep your presence a surprise. It’s a testament to your training.” The caribou male reached down and patting Ginna’s head, “But did my sister make you cum?”

Cheerilee shook her head, “No sir, I did as you told me and held it in.”

“Ginna?” The caribou wanted to make sure this mare was telling the truth.

“She didn’t, master,” said the caribou girl as she moved her lips away from the purple pony, “I held her on edge just like you asked, but I didn’t let her cum. She is a very good mare.”

“Then I guess Mr. Macintosh has good tastes then.”

“Gunne, for the love of Equestria will you tell me what is going on here?” Mac said, wondering why the caribou had Cheerilee in the first place, let alone why he had ordered Ginna to go face first into her crotch.

“For the progress you have shown in your therapy, the king has decided to give you a bit of a reward.” Gunne explained, “And going through the records we have on you, we found that you had a particular liking towards this specific mare, requesting for her use once a month at the least. A couple of guards dropped her off this morning and are waiting in town to get confirmation that you recieved her. I have to say she is a lovely creature, if a bit plain, and I can see why you’d choose her over some others you have access to.”

Mac had very little response to this, as the reason for why he had Cheerilee visit from time to time was a secret he kept from Gunne. As understanding as the caribou was of his assumed condition, the clydesdale didn’t think he’d appreciate that a government owned mare was being diverted from her duties just so she could have a break every once in a while. With direct movements he went to the mare, took her by the shoulders while hardly even looking at her, and led her to the front door. “Get inside, I’ll be in soon.”

“Yes sir,” Cheerilee said within heavy breaths, still feeling a sensation throughout her body from Ginna’s skilled tongue. She went through the door quickly to let Mac deal with the male caribou, believing she understood what he would do and why he would do it.

“You don’t have to be ashamed,” Gunne said as Mac closed the door tight, “I know you feel that you have to project an image of a pony who doesn’t treat females like sex objects, that it strengthens your moral view, but no one would blame you for having sex with a single mare every now and then. I bet she relieves a great deal of stress for you and…”

“Why did ya have to have Ginna lick her like that?” Mac cut in without even looking at the caribou, outright interrupting Gunne’s train of thought for what felt like the first time. “Ya know how I get with stuff like that?”

Gunne thought about what he had done, and came to the conclusion that Mac was right this time. “I’m sorry. I didn’t take your condition in consideration. It was careless and insensitive of me. I suppose with how much better you’ve gotten from when we first spoke I felt you might’ve finally seen that the way we do things isn’t bad.”

Mac lifted his hand, ready to slam it into the door in a bout of outrage, but held himself back. He didn’t need another thing to fix that evening. “Gunne, let me make this clear. Ah will never see things the way you caribou do. I’ll do what you ask of me, make the mares in my care fuck if I’m told to, I’ll even let AJ wear a got dang red collar to keep others off her back, but that will never change mah stand on this. So unless you’re going back on what ya said…”

Gunne calmly raised his hands, “No, my word still stands. All I ask of you is your compliance, nothing more, and you have given that.”

“Good,” said Mac, his mood settling down, “Then if ya mind not doing that again Ah won’t have to repeat mahself.”

“Right, got it…” Gunne stepped away from Mac, head drooping down a bit as Ginna followed closely behind him in worry. “I really didn’t mean to upset you.”

Mac tried to hold strong to his anger, but the way that Gunne held himself as he walked away got to him. The stallion rushed after him, “Look, Ah know Ah was harsh, but that mare in there is very important to me. If Ah could Ah would buy her and make it so no one else would ever touch her again, so seeing Ginna like that set me off mighty fierce.”

Gunne smirked as Mac came to his side, “So another one like your sister. Your heart might be in the right place, but you have some very unrealistic goals.” The two stopped at one of the fences dividing the house from the fields, watching as AJ moved by with her plow, Fiddly staying close behind pouring seeds into the furrows that were being made, “You can’t save them all like you did with Applejack.”

“Yeah, Ah know…” The stunt Mac and Gunne pulled was something that the stallion would never want to try again, and after inquiring about Cheerilee he learned that the caribou felt she would be put to better use under their direct command. As much as he wanted to help everyone he cared for, or perhaps everyone if he could, it was not a task a simple earth pony like himself could grasp.

“She works very hard, master,” Ginna commented suddenly as she observed Applejack.

“She’s an odd female. I believe her work is all she takes joy in,” Gunne explained to the female caribou.

“She takes joy in helping her friends and family. She used to go far out of her way to help the town whenever it needed it.” said Mac, keeping a closer eye on AJ than either of the caribou. What would have been a smile filled with determination as she tended the farm was nowhere to be see, only a cold expression of a mare who had little reason to wake up in the morning. “Ah think ya’ll took that away from her.”

“Do you think she sees herself like you master?” Ginna asked, “Like she’s a c… sival… civ-”

“A civil servant? She might think that, but I wouldn’t go that far. Remember Ginna, a female can never compare to the abilities of a male.” Ginna nodded and hugged her brother, while Mac crossed his arms at Gunne’s words. The caribou talked big, but he wondered if his attitude would be the same if he worked from dawn to dusk, all the while hauling a heavy plow behind him. “And with that I suppose it’s time we excused ourselves.”

“You’re leaving?” asked Mac.

“Yes, you were right with several things before. A magistrate’s job is never done, and I’ve already irritated your condition enough for one day. No need to exacerbate it further by talking about your sister the way I tend to do.”

“That’s thoughtful of ya,” Mac said as he walked with Ginna and Gunne back to the entrance.

“Mac, even though I made the mistake I made earlier, I don’t wish to cause you aggravation. I like you, and as of right now you're number two on the list of men I respect for something more than rank.”

“Well… I like you too,” Mac replied out of courtesy. Gunne had done so much for him, the caribou deserved at least that, “but Ah suppose King Dainn is number one, isn’t he?”

Gunne’s smile grew, “Always showing you’re quicker on the uptake than you let on.” The two caribou stepped off of Mac’s property and onto the road leading back to town. “Have a pleasant evening.”

“You too,” said Mac.

Gune gave one more nod and heading down the road. “And Mac,” he said without stopping, “That list I mentioned, there are only two people on it.”

Mac only allowed for a little time to let what Gunne had said sink in. For another person to tell you that you're one of two people they actually respect was big, but there was something more important waiting for him. He ran back to the house, where Cheerilee was waiting, as fast as his legs would move him. Making his way to the door, he almost burst it open on accident just so he could see the mare as soon as possible.

What awaited him though drained his excitement, as Cheerilee was not waiting patiently for him or fixing herself something to eat or anything else that he had thought she would be doing till he came to check on her. Instead she had braced herself against the arm of the couch, bent over with her legs rigid and spread to make a perfect upside down V, with her finger going through the sloppy mess of saliva Ginna had made. He could smell the scent of her sex from where he stood, and she was making noises so loud that if he had stopped at the door instead of barging in he would’ve been able to avoid the embarrassment he felt.

Caught in a situation that he didn’t expect, somewhat ironically considering the state of the world, Mac froze and stared. He had seen plenty of mares in acts of open and unrestrained self pleasure by now, but this was the first time it was someone close to him. It was a shock akin to walking in on Granny Smith in the bath, his eyes unable to avert themselves. With his vision glued to the mare’s body, he could now see and take in all the items she was dressed up in to accentuate her admittedly beautiful features.

Hanging from her neck was golden necklace; a strap of connected segments that curved to make a full circle that rested right underneath her collar. Rubies and sapphires encrusted each segment, leading to a large, circular diamond would have been resting atop her breasts if she was standing upright. From her breasts dangled two small chain piercings that held sapphires of their own at their ends that jingled and jangled with her movements. A plain strand of gold wrapped around her waist, hugging closely to her body and going over her tail as it went over her backside, the long strands of the tail itself put into a braided weave that separated its two colors into two long crisscrossing lengths, red ribbons carefully tied with it to create a third intersecting row of color.

Mac himself was beginning to become uncomfortably aware that he was staring for far too long, nervous sweat was forming all over his body, and a swelling was becoming more and more apparent in his pants. With as many naked mares as he had seen, the idea of female nudity had no real sway over his libido, and even seeing one masturbate in clear sight was practically meaningless as this point, but never did he figure that it would be what a mare was wearing that would trigger an erection. As if to swallow his own unexpected arousal, the stallion made a loud, audible gulp.

The sound was enough to catch the ear of Cheerilee, and she looked back to Mac with fear reflecting in her eyes. She thought she was alone, and never wanted Mac to see this side of her. Mac himself could spot the terror she held at him walking in on her, but likewise noticed that she was continuing to rub her fingers against her wet slit as if he wasn’t even there.

“S-sorry, I’ll come back later,” said the stallion, making an one eighty.

“Mac, wait!” Cheerilee yelled just as Mac touched the front door handle, making Mac freeze. “This… haa… isn’t… aah… what it looks like. Huh..huh… I’ve been drugged.”

“Drugged?!” The stallion closed the door he had partially open and went right to the mare’s side, his concern removing his embarrassment, “Did Gunne do this?!”

“No, not him. It was the fucking guards that brought me back from Canterlot.”

“Oh gosh, oh gosh! What do we do?! Maybe Ah should get Roseluck or AJ, they might know how to-”

“Calm down!” The stallion shut his mouth instantly, clasping it with his own hand to keep from blurting things out. “It’s… guuuuhh,” Letting out a longer moan than before, Cheerilee shook her head to regain her senses, “Look, just get me some water. A lot of it.”

“Of course, right!” Mac said as if he knew that was what would fix things. He grabbed the largest glass he could find and put it under the faucet. “Hot or cold?”

“MAC!”

“Right, sorry, sorry!” He filled the cup to the brim and took it over to Cheerilee, spilling much of it on the floor as he did. When he handed it off to the waiting mare, who had laid herself over the couch arm to have a free hand, she drank it down with only a few deep gulps.

“More.” She said, fingers still digging inside herself. Mac repeated his trip to the kitchen several times, getting Cheerilee glass after glass while not entirely sure why, until the mare final told him to stop. Whatever she was doing didn’t seem to be working though, as her finger had buried themselves deeper before, up to her knuckles. “This… aaa… will have to do for now.”

“What did that do?” Mac asked curiously.

“A liquid detox,” Cheerilee explained, “Purging my system to push out… aahh... what they put in me. It’s still gonna take... huuhhh... a while to pass, but it will make it shorter and help prevent… uhhh… addiction.”

“For Equestria’s sake… Ah can’t believe they would make you take something that…” Mac stopped himself, “No, that’s stupid of me to say. Of course they would. Is there anything else I can do to help ‘til it’s done?”

Cheerilee moved herself and sat down on the couch properly as her hand continued to rub her insides, looking as if it was moving on its own accord, “I need something to distract me. Mmmmm… Something to take my mind off things. AAaaaaa…..”

“Like what?”

“Just talk to me as I work my way through this.” Cheerilee said, her pants and groans becoming less frequent. “Tell me anything, what’s been going on around here. ooooooohhhhh…. I heard you and that caribou say something about Applejack being a red collar now, what’s up with that? I never saw her as the type to turn.”

“It’s… complicated,” As with the other mares on the farm, Mac hadn’t brought up anything about the plan to Cheerilee. Not that he didn’t trust her; if there was one red in the entire world to trust other than Applejack it was Cheerilee, but the clydesdale never really saw the plan ever reaching this point. It was always hoping for the best, but expecting the worst for him. Now that it had happened, there was little reason to tiptoe around the issue.

“Complicated is good, complicated means it will take a while.”

“Okay, one second,” Mac took a quick look around the house to make sure no one was inside, locking the doors along the way as he did. He didn’t want anyone else on the farm to hear, as thus far they had been treating things as if AJ had truly become red, with only family informed of the truth. If anyone else heard about it then there was a possibility for secret to spread further than intended. He had faith in the mares on his farm, but they were government owned and didn’t have the kind of will he assumed Cheerilee did. If for some reason they were taken away, even temporarily, there was no telling what they might say while they were gone. They could tell an old friend gone red, or let it slip in a moment of emotional duress. Keeping them in the dark affected little, except how they looked at AJ, and they would figure out that she was still the same mare as always as time went on.

When the coast was confirmed clear, Mac returned to Cheerilee’s side, “Well, it all started when Gunne invited me to his office one night…” Mac told the entire story, leaving out none of the details. Telling it to another pony, Mac started to realize exactly how lucky he really was. Had it of been another caribou that was magistrate, Mac would have never come up with the red collar scheme himself, and if he had he wouldn’t have had someone around to keep him calm during the worst of it or vouch for Applejack to the king of all people. AJ would’ve been taken away and it was even possible that he could’ve been switched because of it, as he wouldn’t have simply let her go easily. Gunne had done him a great service, and Mac wondered if he’d ever be able to repay him.

Cheerilee listened as closely as she could in her condition, having gone from using her fingers to keep her drug-induced lust in check to using one of the vibrators Mac kept around the house for appearances. “And after all this you think that he’s doing it for your sake?”

Mac, having finished his tale at the pet show, went onto the kitchen to make some snacks for the both of them. As he cut up a few apples into slices and prepared what he needed to make some daisy and hay sandwiches, he replied by saying, “He doesn’t seem like the type to lie to me. Once ya get to know him, he’s actually a decent guy… well aside for the whole ‘treating women like property’ thing.”

“Just because he seems honest doesn’t mean that he is. He could just be really good at it. Can’t you think of any reason he’d want to help you outside of ‘out of the goodness of his heart’?”

“Not really, Its not like Ah bribed him or anything. He just did all this on his own.”

“You gullible, lovable lug head, you are too trusting.” said Cheerilee, shaking her head at Mac’s naïveté, “He could have done this for a number of reasons. Maybe he wanted to make the king think that he got through to an immune stallion and helped tame Applejack for in order to look good. He might even be using it as insurance that you’ll do as your told. He uses the good will he’s built up with you and holds this over your head so when you step out of line he can remind you of all he’s done, and if that doesn’t work then he can just threaten to tell the king what happen.”

“He… could…” said Mac as he walked back in with two plates of food, “But I really don’t think that’s the case.” He thought about it more on his way over to the couch, and as he sat next to the mare what she did began to set in. “Ah sure hope that’s not the case.”

Cheerilee took the sandwich off the plate Mac was holding, biting into it, “Do you have any proof that he helped you do this?”

“Aside from mah word? Not really, why?”

“Would be nice to have something to impliment him if he tries something funny. Bet the caribou above him wouldn’t like hearing that he had anything to do with a mare swapping her collar color without actually being willing. I’d turn it in myself if things went for the worst.”

Mac shook his head in disagreement, “Ah don’t want to resort to that, even if it does turn out Gunne did this for selfish reasons. So long as Ah do as he wants AJ can stay here and everything will be fine… Could a woman even turn in evidence against a male?”

“I’ve seen it happen a few times before,” she said, “Mares tattling on resistance members in hopes that that could earn a red collar that way. Some black collars even try to act smart and accuse their abusive masters in hopes that they could get a better one in their place.”

“And it works?”

“It depends,” Cheerilee said, taking another bite of her sandwich and returning part of her attention to her still aroused pussy, running the tip of the whirring vibrator gently across its lips, “Many times they are ignored, but if there are prior incidents with a stallion not acting the way they’re supposed to then they are looked into. If they determine that the mare gave a false report then they are re-educated, the normal ‘rape and torture you straight’ routine that is giving to those who haven’t done a blankable offense. If the stallion is found guilty then it still doesn’t usually end well for them though, since just became available for the royal guard to take as ‘evidence’, who like to use their tattling as a reason to discipline them. They say that the mare was going against a male, even if it was in order to point them out as a traitor.”

Mac exhaled deeply, understanding from the last bit that Cheerilee was willing to put her own neck on the line for him. The sentiment was welcome, but the action would not be. He was going to tell her to not to do that under any circumstances, that if things went south he’d rather take his lickings and live with the outcome, but before he could Cheerilee let out a frustrated groan and tossed the vibrator she was holding.

“GRRAAHHH! It’s no good.” she declared, “They dosed me with something strong. I can’t even cum like this.”

“Is there anything Ah can do to help?” Mac said with sympathy. If the drugs inside her were making her aggravatingly aroused, but denying release, she would have to suffer through it all till the effects wore off. There was no telling when that would be at this rate, and for all he knew it could take all night.

“I don’t know.” said Cheerilee as her fingers made their way back through her vaginal entrance. “I thought I heard the fuckers mention that it reacted to warmth or… something!” The mare curled herself into a ball and fell over to her side, unable to push herself past the peak of pleasure no matter how hard or fast she rubbed. “Nothing is working though...”

Mac sat there as a mare he respected was reduced to shuddering, moaning pony trying desperately to achieve an orgasm that wouldn’t come. The whimpers she was failing to hold back as she masturbated herself next to him were pitiable, the clenching of her teeth while trying to resist, hurting in a way similar to when he watched Daisy, Lily, or Carrot Top submit themselves to some horny stallion they had no desire to be with. He loved Cheerilee like she was a member of his family, she was a dear friend that he couldn’t stand to see in pain. Unfortunately, he could only think of one thing that might work.

“Ah think… Ah think they wanted to make sure ya had... sex with me.” Mac said, scooting a few inches away from the mare when it set in that he had said that aloud.

“Huh?” Was the only thing Cheerilee could get out before a sharp sensation shot through her from her now aching pussy, making her clench her teeth back down and suck air through them.

“It’s just a guess…” Mac added, not wanting to sound like a stallion after the one thing most were after nowadays, “But whatever they gave ya might need a… umm… you know…” The stallion choked down his manners for just a moment, forcing himself to verbalize anything that was remotely a swear to him. “It might need a penis to fix, at least quickly…”

Cheerilee looked wide eyed back at Mac, he had never so much as suggested that the two of them actually had sex during her stays. From the very beginning he told her that he would refrain from having sex with any mare, willing or not, as long as the act was used to bring misery. “Mac, you don’t have to worry about me… ah! I’m fine, I promise you I’m-EEP!” Mac’s moral fiber didn’t allow him to break his self-imposed oath after all this time, and Cheerilee wasn’t going to be the reason he did.

“Ya can’t lie to me,” Mac said, grabbing the mare, bringing her into his arms. “You’re shaking, Ah can feel your heart racing through your chest, and ya haven’t completely stopped breathing hard since Ah came in here.” Making his point, Mac push Cheerilee back gently, “But you’re right… Ah can’t fix what ya are going through. Ah could never take advantage of a mare, not even if like this. If we did it while you’re under the influence of some damned drug, it would take away any meaning of love making.”

Admiration grew on Cheerilee’s face, her respect for Mac letting her ignore the feelings building inside her. He understood what she was going through, wanted to do what he could to help her, but still wouldn’t do anything that he felt would taint their relationship. “If only we did get married when we were slipped that love potion, then I would be able to stay here with you all the time.”

Mac had almost forgot about that and laughed when it resurfaced in his mind, “That does sounds nice…” He said, knowing that the potion she spoke of was just a different way of making a pony do something against their nature, but feeling a fond nostalgia for that incident that happened so long ago. It was like an innocent day dream compared to what he lived in now.

“I mean it,” the mare continued, “Of all the males I’ve ever been with, you’re the only one I’ve actually wanted to be with. If things were different, if I had a choice in the matter, and if the caribou didn’t own me… I couldn’t think of anyone else better than you. I could have sex with a thousand stallions and caribou, and I would never feel for them what I feel for you.”

“That’s just the drugs talking.” said Mac, half kidding.

“No, it’s not.” Cheerilee said as she wrapped her arms lovingly around Mac’s neck, kissing his cheek gently. ”I’m forced to be with all those other men, but the one I actually want to be with is you.”

Mac contemplated her words and the body language she was presenting. It wasn’t that of a horny mare looking for a quick screw, he had enough examples of that to know the difference. This was a mare showing her true affection for someone she cared for. She wasn’t begging for sex for the sake of her own release, or being all over him like she was in her estrus cycle, she was speaking her true feelings towards him.

“Cheerilee... I… ummm… “ Mac started, nervously coming to a decision about what to do, “What I’m trying to say is… if ya wanted.. but feel free to outright refuse me if ya don’t... “

The mare placed her finger over the stallion’s lips, silencing him. She understood where he was going with his clumsy talking, “Mac, I only want to do it if you do too. If not I’ll be fine, honest.” she said that, but as soon as she finished another spike of the desire peaked up and she yelped in dismay.

The yelp and Cheerilee’s words were all he needed to quelch his moral conflicts. He wouldn’t be taking advantage of her current predicament and she wouldn’t likewise be using him for just his dick, it would be two ponies giving their mutual consent to an act that would commemorate their affections for one another. “Then if we’re gonna do this…” Mac said as he slid his arms underneath the mare’s legs and back, picking her up from the couch so he could hold her in his arms, “We better do this right.”

Cheerilee let out a laugh, “Mac, you are so lame,” she said as she cuddled up close to him, “But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Mac carried the mare in his arms up to his bedroom, savoring what was the first real romantic contact he’d had since the fall. He couldn’t get enough of it, the romanticism of it intensified after such a long absence. Some might say Mac was a ladies man, that he took more pleasure in bringing happiness to his partners than the act itself. Mac himself would say that it was just common courtesy, that if everyone wasn’t enjoying themselves then it was pointless, an attitude that got him more than his fair share of sex before the caribou came in both long term relationships and more casual ones when he wasn’t “spoken for”. He really wasn’t as much a prude as his demeanor entailed, he just didn’t like what sex had become.

Seeing it everywhere, with blowjobs and public sex becoming as common an occurrence as saying hello to a person, took away from Mac any of the aspects that would be arousing to him without having to connect it to the more sinister parts of the caribou regime. Mares being made to wear the painful black collars as guys rammed their dicks into them turned what would have been plainly dull into something vile, mares like Daisy who had come to him in such a traumatized state she feared that the men that had her were going to turn her into a purple collar. As he opened the door to his room, Mac felt that if anything would remind him of the good things sex could offer, it would be this.

The stallion, being the gentleman he was, took the mare in his arms over to his bed and laid her down on it so her head rested on his pillow. Cheerilee let out a small squeal at the treatment, as excited about this as Mac was. It had been just as long since she had been treated this way by a male, most of which using her as a warm hole to shoot their loads in. Watching the stallion remove his clothing turned her on ten times as much than being tied down and paddled, covered in jizz by dozens of horny stallions, or shoving the many vibrating, pulsating, wriggling or otherwise stimulating sex toys inside her various entrances. The removal of his shirt alone gave her a clear shot to the clydesdale's muscular torso, with abs so solid that they could cut diamonds. Taking off his pants, however, made her let out a loud gasp at the plump piece of meat that popped itself out of the denim at the first chance of escape.

The joke that the mares of Ponyville shared with one another was that he wasn’t called “Big Mac” for nothing, and as his pants hit the floor Cheerilee could see clearly that there was truth behind the humor of it. Mac was easily over a foot long, sporting a dick so long and thick that even some caribou would be envious. The head alone looked to be as big as her fist, and from her experience she could tell that if he put it in all the way that it would reach her cervix and likely push past it into her womb. The sight of it sparked her libido, and made the chemicals coursing in her system ignite her lust, shooting feelings of arousal into her being again and again.

Mac heard Cheerilee’s heavy panting return, and turned to see her face flush. She was feeling it bad, and as stupid as it sounded he was the only cure to what ailed her. He kicked off the pants that draped over his ankles and went to the foot of the bed, climbing onto it and up to the horny mare. The closer he got, the more her legs separated for his arrival and revealed her wet, waiting privates. He stopped as his face reached the lips of her nethers, gently placed his hands on her spread thighs, and opened his mouth so he could lap his tongue against her sweetness.

“OOOoooOOoooOOoo… Maaaaaaaccc!” Cheerilee moaned when the stallions tongue rolled over the entrance to her pussy. It was all too rare for a male to go to this length to bring pleasure a woman, so wrapped up in their own desires that one would have to have a fetish for the act or the taste of female fluids to want to go to this extent. The sensation felt wonderful, the tongue having a precision that a dick did not as it went along her sensitive flesh. Mac used the tip of it to teasingly go along the skin, slipping it into the mare’s slit occasionally and less occasionally at her clitoris. He was diligent at the task as well, hardly taking a moment to relax as he sent spark after spark of good feelings through her.

As he wriggled his tongue over Cheerilee, Mac took careful note of how she was reacting to him. Every sharp inhale, every twinge, when her legs gave a tremble or her fingers curled up to grip the blanket she was on top of he knew. He wanted to make this perfect for her, wanted to make her forget about any other males that treated her like some whore that existed solely to satisfy their needs. If he could do that then he had done his part, and thus would be pleased himself.

He didn’t really think he’d have much trouble accomplishing that though, as he knew his way around a woman fairly well. The number of mares that shared his bed with him would have been admirable pre-fall, even if laughable now. Aloe, Jetstream, Amethyst Star and Berry Punch used to be frequent visitors to Sweet Apple Acres for a quick romp in the hay, Sassaflash was short term his girlfriend once before they broke it off so she could be with Caramel, and he and Lily Valley once started dating simply because they both had the common talent of growing plants, which to his admittance was partially why he picked her to run the farm while he was away in the first place. If there was one stallion that knew how to get the most out of a mare sexually, it was him.

It showed as he continued on, with Cheerilee’s moans becoming so loud at the touch of his slippery tongue that he had to ease up a couple of time in fear that someone outside would hear. If AJ caught wind of this he might never hear the end of it, even if she was pretending to be a red collar. That didn’t stop him from doing his best to push the mare beneath him to the peak of pleasure, forgetting that only his dick was the only thing that would push her over that edge. When he felt that the teasing had reached the point he wanted, he pressed his muzzle directly into her wet crotch, mouth open so he could wrap his lips around her opening and send his tongue as deep inside as he could.

Cheerilee jumped, surprised that Mac would go so far. His tongue flailed around inside her as if desperately looking for something and the slurping, sucking noises coming from the stallion served to enhance the feelings it delivered. Her arms pulled so hard against the blanket her hands gripped that she ended up partially covering herself as her hands came to her breasts, pulling the ends onto the mattress itself. She could barely stand it all, feeling like she could burst at any moment if not for the inhibiting chemicals inside her. It made her regret not being with Mac sooner all the more, as the clydesdale was thrilling her as much as any partner she’d had before, and this was before he even started fucking her.

“Okay,” Mac eventually said, removing himself from the soft labia that he had spent tens of minutes on, “Let’s fix that itch those caribou gave ya.”

Just like that Cheerilee was once finding herself laughing somewhat at what she believed was Mac attempting a bit of dirty talk, sounding as cheesy as it possibly could’ve coming out a mouth that had only seconds ago been buried in her mound. It really spoke for his personality; that he really would never be like the converted stallions, that it just didn’t suit him, and that was something special that she loved.

Cheerilee leaned forward slightly, looking up at Macintosh with longing eyes. The clydesdale stared back, looking deeply into the green irises that surrounded the blackness of her pupils. For a while they simply looked at one another, watching to see if either was regretting what they had started while building up their own courage to go on. They both saw nothing but approval in the other’s eyes, and felt something inside them that told them to go on.

When they slowly inched toward one another, meeting with single deep kiss, they were both at the same time surprised at their actions and yet had anticipated them. Cheerilee’s tongue swirled around Mac’s as she wrapped her arm around his torso, their saliva mixing as the their tongues danced with one another. Cheerilee couldn't remember the last time a kiss had made her feel so good, a warmth inside her body raising to incredible heights. She closed her eyes and let it all flow over her until a feeling of something entering forced her to embrace the stallion above her as tightly as she could.

With a slow but firm push, Macintosh entered into Cheerilee. Entering the tunnel between her legs, he could feel as her inner walls hugged and tightened around his cock as Cheerilee broke their kiss with a moan. Hearing her pleasure filled cry, Macintosh pushed in more until he was fully encased in her body, Cheerilee dug her fingernails into the fur of his back as she felt Mac’s full girth in her, took a deep breath and let out the deepest groan she could, her experienced body feeling a pressure within it unlike any that came before.

Macintosh, fearing that he might have been hurting the mare, stopped. It would not have been the first time he was too big for a mare, and he didn’t want to risk an injury, “A-are you ok Cheerilee? I'm not hurting ya am Ah?”

Cheerilee opened her eyes, small tears pooling in them, but smiling gently, “No Mac, i'll be just fine. Just… hold me.” Macintosh nodded his head silently and leaned down to slide his arms under her body, lovingly and tenderly pushing himself the rest of the way into the mare as he returned her embrace. Each movement of his hips got him closer to hers, filling her insides with his cock until finally they met.

Now that his complete length was inside the mare, the head of his dick resting up against the entrance to her womb just enough to feel as if it would push through without actually doing so, Mac pulled out slightly and thrust himself forward, a loud smack of flesh hitting filling the bedroom. Macintosh pulled partially out again, and then trust forward, repeating this pattern over and over, Cheerilee announcing her approval with her grunts and squeals. The air around them began to smell of sex like the living room had, this time accompanied with a bitter scent of sweat, the potent smells serving to arouse them both as they held each others in embrace.

“AHH! Mac! Please! HARDER!” Cheerilee yelled as loud as she could while she moved her body into the clydesdale, matching his building rythme as the fire within her built. She could feel the drugs letting go of their hold of her with every push, each of Mac’s heavy breaths acting as a spell to release her from her denial of pleasure. Mac heeded her words and plowed himself into her as hard as he could, feeling his own pleasure building up inside as well. Each of his pants was responded to by one of Cheerilee’s sharp gasp, Mac understanding her feelings like they were speaking a language only they knew. Clenching his eyes shut, the stallion made one final thrust and…

A splash of mildly cool water splashed over Applejack’s body, cleaning off the sweat and grime of a hard day laboring out in the hot sun. It was refreshing as she poured a bucket of clear liquid over her face, mouth open to gulp down as much as she could while letting the rest flow down her form. Fiddly stood aside her, pouring some water from her own bucket on top of her head before replacing her hat and taking a deep sip. It had taken most of the day, but the two had gotten their fields plowed and seeded.

“Nothing like a honest day’s work, right AJ?” Fiddly said after finishing her drink.

Applejack poured the remainder of her bucket down upon herself, getting the few remaining dry spots she had, and then tossed the container aside. “Well it sure beats the heck out of sucking down cum from a pitcher,” she replied, recounting a part of her last visit to Ponyville, shuddering as the memory of the taste of white fluid surfaced in her mind. The feeling of the substance she chugged down just the day before still sat in her stomach. She hoped that it was only stallion semen that they had her drink and that there weren’t some other disgusting surprises inside.

“Darn tootin’,” Fiddly Faddle said resting against the fence, “Ah still can’t believe that ya are able to put up with all the stuff they put ya through as a red, or that other Apple mares do the same at Braeburn’s place. Ah don’t think ah could ever hold a grin on mah face while stallions did to me what their doin’ to ya. Ummm… no offence intended.”

“None taken,” AJ replied, “If Ah had to spend another night this week at the business end of a dick or thanking a guy for a slap on the flank I’d... I’d… well Ah guess I’d have just done it…” The mare groaned and took a spot on the fence next to Fiddly, “The things Ah will do to keep mah family safe.”

“Well everypony here sure appreciates what ya are doin’ for them, or at least I’m sure they would iffin’ they knew about it. From the way it sounded ya’ll were pretty much like the last farm Ah was on before ya did this whole red collar thing”

“Yeah, it was all bondage tools and heckling from guys who were looking for a black collar to torment. Can’t believe that Gunne was right about them stopping once Ah became a red.”

“Ah guess they git their fill when ya are in town,” said Fiddly, taking another sip from her bucket before passing it off to Applejack, ”Gunne… that’s that there caribou feller that was walkin’ down to the house, right?”

“Right,” AJ took a gulp from the bucket and then hung it off one of the fence posts, “And Ah wouldn’t concern yourself too much ‘bout him. Might’ve come up with the plan to get this collar, but he’s still nastier than a one-eyed snake.” It took a moment for AJ’s to realize how her euphemism came out. “Ah mean… aw shoot.”

“Heh, don’t worry cousin, I git it. Don’t have to tell me twice that a caribou is bad news. There was one back at the last farm Ah was at that would throat fuck any mare that so much said a word when he was around. Said he was putting their mouths to better use than they were. Was working up the nerve to tell him off when Mac came strolling up to get me out of there.”

“You were?” asked Applejack, “Ah thought ya said ya kept your head down and did what they told ya at that place.”

“Ah did, but that doesn’t mean Ah was just gonna sit back an’ let some overbearing prick walk all over me an’ other mares without a stern talking to. Bet he would've forced mah mouth open with a gag an’ tied me to a tree so the whole town could push their dicks in it, but some things are just too important. At least he would have to hear it from a mare, and that would’ve steamed his britches for a while.”

“Huh…” AJ said, amazed to hear a mare say something like that while at the same time acknowledging that she would’ve had to go through something terrible if she did what she set out to. AJ had been a resistant, unwilling mare before she agreed to Gunne’s scheme, and partially all the way through it, but in many ways it was a kneejerk reaction to a bad situation. Thinking back on it all, there were so few times since the caribou that AJ had actually stood up for others, let alone herself since Canterlot. Had she really been so affected by what happened there that she had forgotten how to do so? It was an odd revelation, and one that scared her slightly as it dawned upon her.

“But Ah guess for you that boat has done left dock,” Fiddly added, “Can’t go toe to toe with a caribou without lettin’ them know that collar ya have doesn’t belong there.”

“Ah guess you’re right about that,” AJ sighed, knowing that what her cousin said was true.

As the two earth mares continued talking the sky began to get dark, with the sun setting down on the horizon. The cool air brought on by the nightfall was very much welcomed by the two mares after a hot day of roasting out in the fields, and two rounded up their equipment and put it back in the barn, moving on to more pleasant topics while doing so. By time they set everything up where it belonged and came back out, Daisy, Carrot Top and Lily were coming in to do the same.

“Howdy girls,” AJ said politely as she stepped aside the barn door, “Didn’t work ya’ll selves to hard, did ya?”

The other mares looked a bit more exhausted than she and Fiddly were, but she attributed that to them just finishing up. It was getting around quitting time and even if they had things left to do, Mac didn’t want them working past dark in case something was lurking about that shouldn’t have been, which could include things from diamond dogs to even less savory things.

“We’re all fine,” said Lily while she pulled in one last batch of Apples to that would be crated up first thing in the morning. “Just glad the day is over. It was scorching today.”

“Warmer than it was last week. Glad I was able to sit in the shade for most of it.” said Daisy.

Carrot Top had nothing to add to the conversation, walking past AJ and Fiddly with little more than a “Hi” as she entered the barn with a couple large buckets in her hands.

“Don’t mind her,” Lily said trying to make up for her friend’s apparent rudeness, “We had a few accidents today. Bucked a tree the wrong way and her hoof is still hurting from it.”

“Don’t worry about it none,” said AJ, “Ah know that she doesn’t like red collars and she is right to do so. If it takes her a while to be friendly with me again, then I’ll just have to wait.”

“Thanks for understanding AJ,” Lily said making her way inside, “Speaking of red collars, where is Roseluck? She should have been here by now.”

Lily was right, Roseluck wasn’t anywhere to be seen. If it was any of the others AJ would have chalked it up to them taken some time finishing up their tasks for the day, but when the sun went down Roseluck was always one of the first to drop everything and wait near the barn for Mac. It made AJ somewhat worried about her, though at the same time she wondered if the mare had wandered off.

“There she is!” said Daisy, pointing out to the dirt road in front of Sweet Apple Acres, spotting Roseluck walking back to the entry arch from the other side of the fence, “But… who are those other two with her?”

“What other two?” AJ quickly questioned as she took a few steps away from the barn, getting closer in order to get a better look in the fading sunlight.

When she saw who it was she made a spin on the back of her heel and went back to the other mares as casually as possible. Two ponies fully dressed in the uniforms of Canterlot guards were coming to the farm, following closely behind the red collar with matching scowls while she had a gleeful grin. That combination could not be anything but bad, and AJ had to act fast to prevent things from being worse than they had to be.

“Girls, Ah need ya’ll to listen to me carefully.” The others all came close, even Carrot Top, AJ’s tone too dire to ignore. “We got two guards coming our way and that means trouble’s coming with ‘em. Ah need a couple of ya to go around back, not draw attention to yourself, and get Mac while the rest of us keep them busy.” AJ knew that no matter what the guards were here for, they weren’t going to want to listen to what a mare had to say. They could be distracted for a while by some alluring acts of submission, but they were going to have to talk to a man to work out what they came for.

“Are the ones that stay behind going to have to have sex?” asked Lily.

“Maybe… but if Ah can prevent it then Ah will.” AJ said reassuringly.

“Then… I’ll stay here with you,” said Lily.

“I’ll stay too,” Fiddly Faddle said after Lily, “Family has to stick together. Mac told me those two have had it harder than some. Ah reckon I’ll not be the reason for them to go through more things they rather not.”

“Thank you Fiddly. That’s awfully nice for you to do for someone you hardly know.” Daisy was amazed, it was hard to find a black collar that was willing to take a raping in the place of another, at least not out of the ones she had met.

“Ain’t nothing.” Fiddly showing a tiny bit of pride on her face through her modest words. “Figure everyone here watches out for each other an’ Ah’d hate to be the only one not actin’ neighborly around here.”

Carrot Top was put a little off guard by both AJ’s and Fiddly’s willingness to take one for the team, if only in a potential sense. She had spent far too much time with Roseluck, seeing her drastic change from upstanding member of Equestria to cock hungry, self-centered slut as a common trait amongst red collars. AJ, outside of her frequent excursions off the farm to fuck, didn’t really seem like the type of red that she knew though. Where she expected Roseluck might have come up with some sort scheme to involve everyone in some huge orgy to satisfy her lust, Applejack was doing what she could to keep as many as possible out of that kind of situation. Seeing that Fiddly was just as willing to bite the bullet for mare she hardly knew, it might have been an Apple family trait to do more for others, even if they turned red.

“We’ll get Mac and be back soon.” said Carrot Top, grabbing Daisy by the hand as she headed to the back of the farm house. The two groups split up as they exited the barn, Carrot Top dragging Daisy along as Applejack and the others went to meet the guards that were already a quarter of the way towards the house.

Mac opened his eyes slowly, a pounding in his head bringing him back into the world of the living. After his initial release, which had been beyond anything he had anticipated given how long it had been since he was with another pony, he and Cheerilee kept at it until they both were too tired to continue. The feeling was indescribable, like something inside him was able to escape after being pent up for months upon months. Masturbation, while able to satisfy any immediate need to stimulate his body, just didn’t compare to actual sex. Abstinence certainly came with its downsides, and Mac could tell that his cock wasn’t going to be happy with him later for returning to celibacy just after it had the chance to savor the taste of a mare’s pussy.

He rolled on his side, lifting himself off his mattress with one arm. The way he turned gave him a good look at a pleasantly sleeping mare lying underneath his blankets, silently dreaming dreams that he hoped had him in them. Right then, the school mare was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on, the recent emotions they had shared together still fresh in his mind. The more he thought about it, about her, the more he thought about how she would have to leave him again. How a mare of such beauty would be treated as a cum dump again in a week’s time, and how none of the men who fucked her would appreciate their time with her for anything more than a quick and easy fuck. Mac wondered how long it would take for the mistreatment to wipe away what little good he had done today, to make what was something special that he would cherish a distant memory for Cheerilee. He hoped that day would never come, but too many of his hopes went unfulfilled when the caribou had their way.

He dwelled on those thoughts for a while, trying to barter, compromise, or even outright deny them in any way he could, but in the end he couldn’t legitimize to himself any of the scenarios he came up with. He felt defeated, believing that it was possible one day that Cheerilee would see sex as nothing more than a chore, or worse, that her urges would consume her and she’d see it as something she had to do for more than just the caribou demanding it of her.

The whole thing was gradually taking Mac away from the good mood he had waking up and making him more depressed each passing moment. He had to put his attention on something else, and luckily for him that pounding in his head was getting louder.

“Wait…” the clydesdale said quietly so not to wake Cheerilee, “That’s coming from downstairs.” The pounding wasn’t that of an on coming headache, but of a knock on the door that was pretty urgent from the sounds of it.

Mac slid out of bed, his dick still semi-erect from after what he had done with Cheerilee and covered in a thin layer of the mare’s vaginal fluids. It came as little surprise to the stallion, he always had above average stamina when compared with other stallions, but now was not the time for his penis to be craving seconds, or perhaps tenths was more appropriate seeing how many times he came. He had a heck of a time getting back in his jeans with the added bulge, but with some maneuvering found enough space in his pants leg. His walk would be a little off, but no one would notice it unless they were looking directly at it. At least he that’s what he told himself while putting on his button up shirt and heading downstairs.

When he got downstairs both doors were receiving quite a pounding, and with a glance to one of the windows to see how dark it had gotten it was understandable to the stallion why. The work day was done, but the doors were locked and no one could get inside. He chuckled at what he had done, not having expected that he and Cheerilee would have been upstairs for hours. If AJ had anything to say about it, she would’ve been right to do so and he would easily admit the mistake.

“Hold on, hold on! Imma comin!” Mac said as he approached the closet door, the one in the livingroom. With a turn of the lock and a twist of the knob, he opened the door to what he thought would be an incredibly miffed orange farm pony, but instead he found himself face to face with a Canterlot guard. “Umm… hello…” He said sheepishly, not sure what else to say to the serious looking pony staring up at him.

“Would you please step out of your home sir,” the smaller stallion said, emphasizing the ‘sir’ to make it clear that he had only said it out of formality. Mac obeyed his request, ignoring the pounding at the other door. The guard, noticing the pounding himself, turned his gaze away from Mac. “Hey commander, we got some more around back. Go get them and bring them here.”

Following where the guard was looking, Mac saw another guard not to far away standing next to what was two thirds of the mares that resided on his farm. Fiddly, AJ, and Lily were down on their knees, lined up side by side with their arms behind their heads and chests pushed out. Roseluck was with them but on her hooves, arms crossed as she watched a guard travel down the line, hip cocked slightly and bearing a somewhat proud expression. The guard himself was eyeing up each of the kneeling mares, tapping at them with a shock baton, causing it to spark close their bodies to get a reaction from them while chuckling like an idiot when he got one to recoil.

“Did yah hear me?!” The guard near Mac yelled, not liking that he was being ignored.

“Sorry, was making sure these mares didn’t try anything funny. Especially this orange one.” said the other guard, taking a moment to rub his free hand across the front of his chestplate.

“I’ll watch them, go around back and see what that knocking is about.”

The lesser ranked guard grumbled and charged his baton one last time in front of AJ’s eyes before heading around the house. The threat of his sister being hurt made Mac feel a lump in the pit of his stomach, the sensation making a feeling that he hadn’t had to deal with for a month come to the surface. “What do ya think ya’ll are doing to mah slaves!?” Mac yelled, sticking to the part he had to play in public.

The guard was unimpressed by the outburst, “Quiet you, this whole farm is currently under investigation-”

“Investigation?” Mac asked, “What for? I’ve done nothing wrong and neither have mah mares.”

“That’s yet to be seen,” the guard argued, “And for the possible crime of being a female sympathizer.”

A tingle traveled through Mac’s body, his nerves felt as if they had shut down from the shock of the accusation and needed to start back up. The look on the guard's face told him that his own face was being very telling at the moment, as the stallion’s glare was slowing going from annoyed to menacing. “Now wait just a cotton picking minute,” Mac had to regain control of the situation, even though he didn’t know how. His first thoughts told him to stall for time, so that is what he decided to do. “What reason do ya have to go accusing me of something like that?”

“We have the testimony of that mare over there,” said the guard, pointing directly Roseluck. The mare looked back at the clydesdale, a smile on her face that was filled with devious intent as she saw the terror gradually grow in Mac’s eyes.

“Roseluck?” He said aloud, the utterance of the name further expressing the fear he felt, along with a sense of betrayal.

“She had quite the story to tell,” the guard elaborated, “She said she overheard a conversation you had with the town’s magistrate. That you two had come up with some sort of crazy scheme involving that orange bitch over there, getting her a red collar despite her being as resistant as a mare who’s about to be blanked. Seeing that the magistrate is a caribou we ignored her at first, but after a while her tale became very convincing.”

“Took a lot of convincing too,” Roseluck said as she wiped her lips off on her arm.

“Shush you,” the guard reprimanded, to which the mare went silent, “We looked into her claim, discreetly asking the stallions in town about you, if you had an ongoing relationship with the magistrate, if you had had a past of… causing problems.”

Mac didn’t have to ask what the guard had heard about him, it was pretty well known that he and Gunne spent a lot of time together in the past months, and what they said about his past wasn’t even in question. “Look, I’ve been getting better each day. Gunne has been helping me get mah mares in line, Ah am not a sympathizer.” He said that, but panic filled every word he spoke.

The guard didn’t seem to be buying it either, grabbing his own shock baton and patting it in his hands, “To tell you the truth, the only reason I haven’t given you a shock to the chest already is because a caribou is involved and it seems impossible that one would do anything to help a mare and a sympathizer. They have pretty clear views on how females should be treated.”

“R-right, that’s an excellent reason why Ah can’t be a sympathizer. If Ah was Gunne would have turned me in himself,” Mac was grasping at straws, unequipped to deal with something like this. The last time he even felt like something like this would happen to him was the first time he was in Gunne’s office, and back then the very thought of being arrested for treating his mares fairly filled him with a fear like none other. He was no better off now after all this time. He tried to think of what to say, how to turn things back in his favor.

Try as he might, the only thing he could think of was Roseluck and how she caused this. It was all so hard to take in; as much as he was wary of her as a red collar, he never expected her to do something this malicious. He knew her before being a red collar, as he did all the others on his farm, and the mare he knew back then would have never been the type for this. It put a question in his mind, one that he had to get out and knew there was only one way to do so. What could drive a mare to do something like this? Something that threatened not only his well being but that of every pony on the farm. She had to know that it wouldn’t just be him and AJ that would suffer if this guard decided to side with her story.

“Roseluck… What’s all of this about?” The clydesdale asked, wanting answers. There had to be something to this. Had he done something wrong? Did he mistreat her in some way? There was that one time long ago when he grabbed her by the hair, did she still hold a grudge? If she was really going to turn him in, then he wanted to know why.

“What’s this about?” she repeated, “Are you really that clueless Mac?” In a display of brazenness Mac had seen in few mares after the fall, Roseluck walked right up to him, tilted her head upwards to look the large stallion in the eye the best she could, and said with resolution, “Sex.”

“Ah… Ah beg your pardon?” said Mac, in disbelief of her answer. She couldn’t be serious, but she looked as if she couldn’t have been any more serious as she was at that moment.

“Oh for fuck’s sake… I want dick, cock, penis, dongs, shafts, rods, sex! I want sex!”

Mac was taken aback by Roseluck’s barrage of obscenities. She had shown plenty of irritability from a lack of frequent sex, but he didn’t want to believe that was what it was the real reason for this. “But Ah have made it so you could have sex. When Ah took AJ to the pet show we left Ginna here with you so you could-”

“Sex with men!” The mare interrupted, “If other women could do it for me then I’d use the purples behind your back. Heck, if I got Daisy alone and pressured her into it she might have given my cunt a licking.” Roseluck stopped herself, noticing her sexual frustration getting the better of her, “I need to be fucked, fucked hard, by a big, powerful dick. I want stallions to stick their things between my legs and in my flank till I can’t stand, and if I stay here than that will never happen. Ponyville is too far off for stallions to visit regularly and you hardly ever let me go to town. The only way to change this is by turning you in for the threat to the kingdom that you are.”

“I asked about this too,” said the guard, “and from what I heard it sounds like you don’t fuck these sluts like any real stallion would. As a guardsmen that believed that a mare’s real purpose was in a bed with her legs spread even before the caribou came, I don’t find it very reassuring that you have four mares at your beck and call and you don’t bother to use them.”

Just then, the other guard returned, and with him came Carrot Top and Daisy walking in front of the stallion as he pointed his baton at them.

“Make that six mares. It’s ludicrous that a straight male would be so surrounded by pussy and not take advantage of it.”

“You’re telling me…” said Roseluck.

“Quiet, you had your say in this and that much more than most mares get. We’ll take it from here.”

“Yes sir, of course sir.” Roseluck said delighted.

Mac was running out of options, Roseluck’s testimony backed up by the townsponies acting as character witnesses against him to a pair of biased guards. He was considering attacking them, certain that he could take them if he really had to, but that wouldn’t solve anything. It would just lead to a bigger investigation when the pair didn’t report back to their stations. He needed something to give him some leeway, a way to get these two on his side. He didn’t have a clue where to start though.

“Hey,” the returning guard said as he passed Mac by and got a good look at him, “Isn’t this the guy we had to deliver that purple bitch to?”

“Yeah, what’s your point?” said the commanding officer.

“Well you were complaining earlier about how you have to keep dragging her back out here all the time so he can fuck her right? Sounds like that goes against what we heard when we asked around.”

There was his opening, the little space he could slip through in order to maybe… maybe get out of this. “Like he said, Ah request a mare once a month for her use. Ya know that more than anyone else. Ah don’t have sex with any of these ones because they don’t compare to a mare as trained as her.”

“Oh please….” Roseluck chimed up again, “You don’t do anything with Cheerilee. You just let her sleep on her ass all night.”

“That sounds like you’re letting a government owned mare neglect her duties, which is considered unlawful misuse of government property,” The guard said, once more taking Roseluck’s word over Mac’s.

“No, Ah do use her. Ah even…” Mac went silent, stopping before he said too much.

“‘You even’ what?” the guard insisted to know what the clydesdale was about to let slip.

Mac didn’t want to finish the sentence, even if it could clear his name. Perhaps if what he almost blurted out was untrue it would have been different, a feasible lie being easier to say then the truth. To tell the guards, and likewise everyone on the farm since they were too close not to hear, would break his code of honor and make open a private matter between him and a mare he greatly respected. He grit his teeth, once more put into a spot where he couldn’t do anything because of his morals.

“Come on, out with it.” demanded the guard, his patience wearing thin.

“Ah… can’t say...” Mac relented.

“Then I think that you need to come with me so we can get this whole thing straightened out. Don’t worry about these sluts either, my partner will make good use of them until one of us comes back.” The way the guard said that told Mac there was a good chance that the one that returned wouldn’t be him.

Already he was fearing the worst, he was going to be taken to Canterlot and the farm was going to be put under investigation to see if Roseluck’s claims were true. Someone else would be put in charge of Sweet Apple Acres, and they would do unspeakable things to the mares on his farm. What if it somehow got back to Braeburn? There really was no reason to think it would, but if it did reach back to him then his entire operation could be blown wide open. Mac’s entire family was in danger, at least in his wild imagination, and all because of a single red-collared mare.

“I’ll make use of them alright?” The other guard said, thinking he was being witty as he forced Carrot Top onto her knees next to Fiddly. He then reached for Daisy, but the pink mare made a quick step backwards away from his out reaching hand. “Hey, do you want me to shock that can of yours, or do you want to get on your knees like a good little bitch?”

“I…. I…” Daisy looked over to Mac, the stallion that had been so kind to her since her transfer to the farm. If not for him her holes would have been filled day in, day out in some place far away from Ponyville till her mind broke and she became a purple collar. He had saved her from such a fate, allowed her to live the best life she could with the kingdom under caribou rule, and had been nicer to her than any stallion, no, anypony had ever been. She could not just let him get arrested, not for doing the right thing. “I would sir, but… well a slave is suppose to do what her master commands of her right?”

“Of all the stupid things to ask. Of course a slave obeys her master, that’s the first thing you should’ve learned. Hasn’t this stallion taught you anything?”

“He has sir, and that’s why I can’t join that line.” Daisy replied.

“What?” the guard said to her bold statement, patting his baton in his hands a few times as he approached her slowly.

“I-I don’t mean to be disrespectful sir, but if I kneel next to them I’ll be disobeying an order from my master,” Daisy walked over to Mac as calming as she could with the guard coming at her, “Because I’m suppose to be kneeling next to him.” The mare descended to her knees, placing herself in front of Mac and her face a little below his crotch height.

Roseluck looked at the other flower mare, confused at what she was doing. She knew what it looked like, but out of all the mares there Daisy was most coddled one Mac had. It was almost humorous to see her pretending to be submissive, and she just had to call her out on the act. “Daisy, what the fuck do you think you are doing?”

“You should know what I’m doing Roseluck.” Daisy said, not removing her eyes from Mac’s crotch. “It’s the same thing I’ve done since I got here, everyday at exactly this time.” Daisy took a deep breath and let her jaw hang down, holding her mouth open as she stood herself up on her knees slightly to make up the difference in the height. She had never done anything like this of her own accord, but pressing her face into the front of Mac’s pants she felt excitement creep in.

She actually did like Mac, adored him, maybe even loved him. She fantasized of him often, of what it would be like if they were a couple before the fall, if they had gotten married, and sometimes her daydreams wandered into what it would be like if she was his willing slave. There was a certain erotic pleasure she got from imagining herself as one of those whorish red collars, tending to every desire Mac had, which was never more than her body and her own contentment, a contentment that revolved around the clydesdale’s own. It was a silly fantasy, one that she knew would never really happen since Mac was far too modest and kind to treat any mare as a mere sex object, but if it was him she felt that had he ever wanted to use her for that it wouldn’t be that bad.

Daisy rubbed her face against the cloth fold covering Mac’s pants zipper. She was unskilled at what she was trying to accomplish, but the extra brushes made it look like she was worshipping his dick as a good mare should. Mac himself was speechless, standing in silent shock at her behavior. His inability to speak worked out for them, as if he resisted her advances or jumped in surprise it would have given away that they had never done this before.

With the stallion frozen, she kept rubbing her muzzle until she finally pushed the cloth impeding her progress aside. The next part would be harder, but at least this step was over. Next she needed to get that zipper down. Sticking her tongue out, she flicked it at the slider to lift it up. She had no experience in this whatsoever, but it didn’t seem that hard to understand. It took a few attempts, but soon she balanced it on the tip of her tongue and then clamped her teeth down on it.

The feeling of metal between her front teeth was not pleasant, but still she held it there and lowered her head. A slow pull brought the slider into a descent, the usually short journey to the bottom of its track turning into a minute long excursion. When the zipper reached the end of the line something unexpected by both Daisy and Mac happen, as the final pull popped the button of the stallion’s jeans and the fell to the floor.

The moment the pants fell low enough Mac’s dick shot up slightly, still partially erect from his time with Cheerilee. The guards noticed Mac’s impressive size immediately, along with the powerful, heavy reek of sex wafting into the air. In a split second their opinion of the stallion shifted greatly, as Roseluck was caught in what they thought was a lie. This was not enough to change it completely though, but now their attention was gained.

Daisy, on the other hand, was now mimicking Mac’s own silent shock. She had heard stories, but never expected to see something of this girth before her eyes. It removed the idea of swallowing Mac’s dick from her plans, as something of that size would be impossible to fit inside. She couldn’t stop though, she had to do something now that she got this far. “Master?” she asked, her voice as submissive as it could be, “May I please have the pleasure, the privilege, of cleaning you mighty cock?”

Mac found it difficult to get over the paralysis that prevented him from moving away from the mare kneeling before him, but as time passed he regained control little by little. First thing to leave was the surge of panicked thoughts that rushed around in his skull, his own exposure in front of the group not nearly as bad as he thought it would be. His initial reaction was pretty much as he expected, but the recovery for it was amazingly short. He had become mildly desensitized to the taboo of his own nudity after seeing so many others privates during acts of public sex, or general nudity in the case of the mares. It was embarrassing, but he was not as mortified as he should have been.

With the subsiding shock came recognition of what was going on before him. As AJ had sacrificed her own dignity for the those who lived on the farm, Daisy was about to do the same. In order to convince the guards though, Mac would have to likewise participate in the act and show that he could be trusted by using a mare for her body. That would be the hardest part of this, to be a direct participant in something he despised, but a quick glance over to the other mares that depended on his protection, particularly those amongst his family, he knew he had no other options.

“Like ya even have to ask,” He said as he gave Daisy a gentle pet across her mane. Mac was going to put aside his morality, just this once. The looks the other mares gave him, Roseluck included, told him that they were as speechless as he was earlier. Their stares were not accusing or disgusted, as all of the mares knew better than to believe that Mac had been training Daisy on the side as she had lied, but they bore an amazement that Mac was actually able to follow through with his part in this ruse. He had to have learned a thing or two from Applejack about removing himself from the situation, having to sit through many of her performances himself without objection. “Well, get to it. Ah don’t have all night.”

Even Daisy gave a few blinks of astonishment at how forward Mac was, but then gave a grin in return. “Of course master, right away.” She gave the huge dick in front of her a kiss, making the appendage twitch slightly in response, before she let her tongue loose over his length.

Mac crossed his arms across his chest, using his hands to clench his upper arms and keep himself from enjoying himself. Each time he felt the pleasing sensation of Daisy’s tongue slither itself down his shaft, making it get harder with each pass, he would press his fingers deeply into his solid bicep to push that sensation out. Daisy wasn’t skilled, but a tongue was a tongue and hers was the first one he felt down there in ages. Small grunts managed to work their way out of him as she went on, regardless of him concentrating against it, and it seemed to make the guards see his side even more as they matched Daisy’s abilities.

Daisy did her part as well as she could under the duress of the situation, licking and lapping at the clydesdale’s dick as if her life depended on it, since in many ways it surely did. The ability to fulfill her fantasies helped, but the pungent taste of another mare on the organ did not. Her taste buds were assaulted by a salty and sour flavor, and many times she found it hard not to make faces after a deliberately long slurp, but that only added to the deception. Black collars weren’t known for finding sex enjoyable, but some still did what they were told to avoid punishment or receive small rewards.

The longer the two kept up the show, the more the two guards began to suspect that Mac was on the up and up, and when the earth mare focused on his flared head they were all but convinced. To them it was clear that this mare was dedicated to the stallion, and that type of dedication only came from proper training. They were finally persuaded when the clydesdale was brought to climax by the mare, his cum shooting out in several strings that splattered onto her face, covering most of it and causing the mare to flinch just in time to avoid having one of the shots hit her in the eye. Daisy wiped the clump that obstructed her vision away, then slid it into her muzzle as a finale act to show the guards that Mac had trained her to pleasure him. A pleased sound as she swallowed the bitter substance sealed the deal, and finally got the clydesdale off the hook.

“Umm…” The head guard started as he recollected his thoughts on the matter, “I suppose I owe you an apology, but you have to admit that the stallions saying you don’t have sex is awfully suspicious.”

Mac twitched a bit in the afterglow of his orgasm, one that wasn’t nearly as satisfying or wanted as the ones he had with Cheerilee earlier. This was the last thing he wanted to do to those in his care, but there was Daisy in front of him covered in his semen. This was going to haunt him for some time, if not forever, and it made him feel empty looking at it. His dick deflating from both his climax and the un-arousal that he felt, and the clydesdale bent down and pulled up his pants. “Not every guy wants his business spread around town like it’s front page news,” He said in very real anger, coming up with what he would say on the fly, “What Ah do on mah property, in mah home, with mah mares only concerns me. Do you want every stallion you know staring at your thing while you're having sex?”

That did explain the stories in some ways, and the fury of the stallion as he had to explain his stage fright seemed to be genuine. “Then on behalf of the Royal Canterlot Guard let me say that I’m sincerely sorry.” With that said though, the two guards’ attention turned to Roseluck. “Of course this mare here was the reason we thought that anything was wrong in the first place.”

Roseluck was understandably flustered and confused as the guards turned to her. There was no way she could’ve anticipated this. Ever since she first laid hoof on the farm Mac had been the most prudish stallion she had ever met. He didn’t fuck any of the mares, even though he could have his way with any one of them and not only not get in trouble for it, but receive praise by his peers for doing so, he did nearly everything he could to keep mares away from sexual situations, and he went so far as to lock the bathroom door so no one could go run in on him, on accident or accidently on purpose. Sure, he took Applejack around to get fucked frequently as of late, but by the town magistrate’s own words that was just a ruse to get her in a nicer collar. Mac letting Daisy lick his cock didn’t match up with the behavior he had been showing for months, and thus was completely unpredictable.

“That doesn’t prove anything!” Roseluck said in a last ditch attempt, “He is just doing that so you’ll believe him over me!”

“Oh shut it…” Came a voice from behind the guards, one coming from the line up of mares. All heads turned to one direction, all but the one of the mare who had spoke. Carrot Top, still on her knees, gave a stare that shot daggers at Roseluck. “You’re just a horny bitch who’s pissed off that her master doesn’t want to screw her.” Turning her eyes away from the flower mare, she sent them to the guards, “Our master doesn’t fuck any mares except Daisy and Cheerilee. He has a particular type. and she just couldn’t accept that she couldn’t be his fuck toy. It got so bad that he had to try and restrict how often she had sex just to get some peace.”

“That’s right,” Lily added in, seeing this impromptu lie to be the only way to convince the stallions, “She’s always complaining about not getting enough sex and acts out because of it.”

The two guards looked to each other, and then to Applejack, “And what about you? Got anything to add to this?” The one in charge asked, knowing that Applejack was the Element of Honesty.

AJ looked to the ground, and then lifted her head up to them. “To tell the truth, she’s caused mah master nothin’ but trouble since she got here.”

That was all they needed to hear. The guards went over to Roseluck, the lead one grabbing her by the collar as she tried to make a break for it. “I see, you’re one of those kind of mares. Thought you could get a better master by spreading lies huh? Well we can fix your little sex problem.”

“By the time we and the rest of the guards are done with ya, you’ll have had more than your fair share of cock. That is... after you’ve entertained us in other ways first.” The other shoved his shock stick right into Roseluck’s rear, giving her a solid shock at the baton’s lowest setting. Roseluck jumped, yelled, and tried to get away, but could find no escape from the stallion’s grasp.

“You won’t have to worry about this one anymore,“ said the first guard, “She won’t be causing you any more trouble. By the time we’re done with her she’ll be fitted with a new purple collar and she won’t have the brains to try something like this again.”

“Please, no!” Roseluck yelled, “Not that! I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Awwww, what’s wrong?” The guard holding the baton spoke up again, “As a purple you’ll get all the cock your empty headed body can handle.”

Roseluck’s fear was evident, Mac seeing it clear as day. The threat of becoming a purple collar was too much for even her to find pleasing, and he didn’t blame her as he thought there would be few that would find the idea inviting. It would have perhaps been a fitting punishment for one so dedicated to the red collar ideology, but Mac was not so cold hearted that he could just let the guards take her away. She was once a normal mare, like the rest of the mares at Sweet Apple Acres, and one he knew personally. As much as he might regret it, he had to do something.

“Now wait just a cotton picking minute!” Mac shouted, marching up to Roseluck himself. Lifting his hand up, he grabbed the collar she wore and easily ripped both it and the mare from the guard’s grip. “This one isn’t going anywhere, Ah need her to do work on mah farm. Besides…” Mac said dragging the mare towards the barn, “If anyone is gonna punish her it’s gonna be me. I’m the one that was put in charge of her, and I’m the one who will handle this.”

Mac pushed Roseluck into the barn through the large door in its front, the force of his shove making the mare stumble over her own hooves until she managed to find her footing about halfway inside. Once Mac himself got inside he closed the barn door behind him, shutting it as tightly as he could before joining the mare.

“Thanks Mac,” said Roseluck as she rubbed the sore spot on her rear, “Those two sounded like they were serious. I should’ve known that you would come to my rescue though. You’re too nice a guy to let me get hurt, even after all I did.”

Mac stayed silent, listening to Roseluck pretty much admit that she knew what she did was wrong. He stood there stone-faced, waiting for Roseluck to say something more.

“Oh come on, don’t give me that look,” Roseluck said playfully to break the silence, “If you were that angry with me I’d be on my way to Canterlot. If you’re waiting for an apology then fine, I’m sorry. I won’t try to tell on you again and I’ll lay off from bothering you about sex for a while. There, are we square?”

Mac let out what might have been the most exacerbated sigh he had ever made as he place his hand on his forehead and rolled his head back. Straightening his neck, he took Roseluck by the wrist, looking around the barn as if in dire need of something within it. A quick search lead his other hand to a rope, and with it and the mare in his possession he headed to the back of the barn.

Roseluck followed at his side, Mac’s grip gentle yet inescapable. When they reached the back of the barn he still didn’t speak, only tossed the rope he held up and over one of the ceiling beams. It only took one try to get it over, getting the two halves of the coil dangling at equal lengths on either side, and with it where he needed Mac lifted Roseluck’s arms to the ends.

Roseluck didn’t resist, but she was unsure as to what the stallion was doing. It looked like he was stringing her up for punishment, but that wasn’t Mac’s style. He had made threats in the past, but she learned rather quickly that they were empty. She wracked her brain on it as he tied her other arm in a way that gave her a bit of slack and the ability to move around a bit from the spot that she stood, until finally it hit her.

“Ah, right. I get it.” she said to Mac in a happy, and quieted tone. “The guards are waiting outside. They are going to want to see you punish me.” It wasn’t the first time Mac had used this trick, and she was kicking herself for not figuring it out sooner. “I’ll make sure to be extra loud and make it sound real for them.”

Mac finished his knot and went around the bound mare, heading for a bunch of tools hanging on the barn wall. They were not the normal tools that he and the others had been using as of late, but the fetish style ones that he had stored away in case the caribou ordered him to use them again. His eyes darted from one item to the next, seeing little he could use for what he had in mind, that was until he laid eyes on a few free hanging leather straps, the ones he used to connect mares to to equipment and each other. He snatched up three of them, wrapped them around his hand, and went back to Roseluck.

Hearing Mac’s return, Roseluck braced herself for the first hit. She bit her lips, closed her eyes, and clenched everything for the inevitable impact. What she thought would be a moderate hit was instead a light pass hardly strong enough to make a sound of collision. Still, she sold that strike like it was the worst pain she had ever felt. “AAAAAHHH! NOOOO!!!” she yelled as loudly as she could, only to go back to a whisper and say. “You know they are going to want to see a few marks to believe this. Stop being such a wimp and give me a real hit.”

When the final word left her mouth another hit connected with her, this time hard enough for her to feel it good. The three straps smacking across her flank stung enough that she wished that she hadn’t relaxed, and she reactively pulled against the ropes that held her arms. Still, now that she knew what she was dealing with she could take it.

“Ha… ha… good one… just like that… about ten of those should be enough.” she said to Mac as she braced for the next hit.

This time however, the strike was nearly double the force of the last one. It forced a very real and very agonized howl of pain to rush from her lungs, and her body stepped forward on its own to escape the source of the terrible sensation. Roseluck could feel three line shaped imprints forming on her side where she was struck, heat building up in those spots like someone had poured hot wax on her. It was more than she expected, but after a small moment to get over the initial shock she was good enough to speak.

“That was too hard.” she said in a normal voice, forgetting to keep down with the guards possibly listening in. “Take it down a notch would you?”

Another strike hit her backside, one of equivalent strength as the one before. Again the mare screamed loudly enough that she could be heard outside of the interior of the barn, emptying her lungs. It was much harder to catch her breath this time, mind filled with the snap of the straps. She didn’t understand, she just told Mac that it was too much and he didn’t listen. She turned herself to the stallion, best as she could at least, thinking that maybe he didn’t hear her turned around, only to be greeted by a smack of leather across her stomach.

“Roseluck….” Mac said solemnly, “Ya threatened the wellbeing of your friends, of mahself, and most importantly of mah family. Ah can’t… Ah… Ah just can’t.” Mac spoke sternly, though with a bit of remorse.

He would keep Roseluck away from the fate the guards had in store for her, but he couldn’t just let this go. He had to make sure that this never happened again, he couldn’t have the lives of everyone on his farm dependent on whether one member of it was in a good mood. He would take no enjoyment from what he had to do, but this would press the point that this kind of behavior would no longer be tolerated.

“Ah tried giving you a safe home, Ah tried threatening ya, Ah tried ignoring ya, Ah wanted to find a way to reason with yah, but… it really seems that this is the only thing you’ll listen to.” Mac lifted his arm in preparation for his next strike.

Roseluck’s iris’ shrunk to dots, fear overtaking her. “No… no, no, no, no… I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-” The harsh crack of the straps ended her pleas. She wasn’t sorry, not for ratting out Mac. She was only sorry for her plans backfiring. If he was taken away and switched, she would have never given it a second though as long as she was rewarded with her pussy getting stuffed. Cheerilee had told him before there was only one way to get through to red collars like her, and now he had no other options.

The three straps struck hard and fast against the earth mare’s body, Mac no longer letting up for her to get used to the punishment. Roseluck did her best to dance around the strikes, moving away from Mac, dodging around him, and simply trying to dodge the pain, but every swing managed to hit some part of her, and the ones that only grazed her were followed up by the Clydesdale gripping her tail and landing two blows as squarely as he could before releasing. The tears that poured from her eyes broke Mac’s heart, but he had to see this as what it was. This mare was in his care, she was his responsibility, and this was correction.

“Mercy Mac! Mercy!” yelled the mare, not understanding that Mac was being merciful. With his strength he could have easily caused lacerations on her body with his strike, flaying the skin right off her body. His first few swipes were to test her tolerance, what she was able to take without harming her, knowing that if he didn’t limit himself he could easily do so in his rage.

Eventually the mare gave up, the unending chase making her body sore and lungs burn from screaming in agony. She slumped over underneath the beam, rope pulled tight against her wrists, knees not allowed to touch to the floor as she hung. Mac lifted up the straps for one more swing, but stopped himself when he heard the sobs of the mare. She’d had enough, and he tossed the pieces of leather aside. He wasn’t done though, as while he had certainly left an impression he still had to drill in the message. He got in front of the tired, weeping mare, and crouched down.

“Never again,” he said, more seriously than he had ever said anything in his life. The mare mumbled something back, and when he didn’t get the response he wanted Mac took hold of her muzzle, lifted her eyes to his, and repeated, “Never… again…”

“Never... “ Her voice broke with a sob as she looked at the stallion, now having been shown how far he could go, “Again… master.”

Mac eased her head back down and left her side, letting her dangle as he opened the barn door. As he expected, everyone was awaiting his exit from the building. Each mare there looked fearfully at him from the horrid screams they had heard, including the purple collar that he had left outside who had been drawn to the barn by the sounds. As they all stared at the sight before the, the two guards walked past Mac and smirked as they peeked inside. The lead guard whistle, “Whew, you sure did a number to her. Looks like we’ll be leaving her in good hands after all. Excellent work.”

Mac gave a final glance back to the handiwork the guard was praising, and immediately regretted it. While Roseluck’s body bore no cuts, it was heavily bruised. Red marks and welts has formed where he had hit her, and he could see the streaks of tears coming from her eyes dripping from her cheeks. The clydesdale turned away, and went to the front door of his house without reply. The other, unrestrained mares followed him, wanting to know what had happened, wanting to know if Mac had acted on his anger or this was another ruse, but Mac ignored them. Opening the door, he slammed it behind himself, and locked it so no one could follow after. For him this night was done.

The two guards stepped out of the barn together, the subordinate one asking his superior, “So, are we going to report this?”

“It looks like everything’s been taken care of, but we’ll tell the town magistrate what happened. I’m sure he’ll want to know what this fucking mare said about him.” The other guard replied. With that the two walked away from the barn, off of Sweet Apple Acres, and into the darkness.

With Mac inside and the guards gone, the mares were left to their thoughts. They really didn’t know where to begin with this stressful night. A crisis was averted, but it looked like Mac had been pushed past his limit in the process. They couldn’t blame him, but to do this went against his usual gentle nature. Applejack and Fiddly, knowing him the best, were the most unnerved by this turn of events, and were so at a loss for words that they had to wait for someone else to chime up before they could take their thoughts away from their brother and cousin.

Carrot Top was the first to speak, the least horrified at seeing a red collar get what she deserved. “What the heck is going on here?” she asked, eyes locked on AJ, “Roseluck isn’t smart enough to come up with something like this on her own, so she had to have gotten the idea somewhere.”

Applejack couldn’t handle this right now, she needed to bring order back to the farm. Looking to the others, she decided quickly on her course of action. “Lily, come help me get Roseluck off that rope. Daisy, Fiddly, you two fetch a bucket and fill it with cold water.”

The mares nodded to one another a broke into their two teams, leaving Carrot Top standing alone. The mare, not wishing to be left out or seem entirely insensitive to what had happened to Roseluck, called out to AJ, “What about me? Want me to do anything?”

AJ looked back, “Try to get Mac to open the door or look around for a window to climb in.”

“Okay, I’m on it!” Carrot Top said, running around the house, the dog-like purple collar following close behind.

Applejack rushed to the barn as fast as she could, able to foresee that the rest of that night was going to be a doozy. The combined efforts of all the mares would be needed to help ease the pain Roseluck was feeling, and even then it would be a while before she would get better in the condition AJ saw her in. A few things were for sure though, Roseluck would not try something like this again, and that there was no more point from trying to hide the the secret about her collar from the rest anymore. First things first though; help Roseluck, get her as comfortable as possible, and then she would explain everything.

Author's Note

Next update will be the start of the story finale! Thank you to anyone who has read this far, and I hope you will stick around for the exciting conclusion.