Fall of Equestria: Bruised Apples

The light shone down on AJ with an intensity that reminded her of a sweltering, laborious day in the field. While there was no heat to make the image complete, she felt herself beginning to sweat. The light was obscuring, preventing her from seeing what was going on around her, from seeing the ponies that could now clearly see her and her friends bare forms before them, and kept her from seeing the owner of the voice that now came in on her from all directions.

The speakers increased the boom in the caribou king’s voice, making it feel much more foreboding than normal. Everything within her being told her to flee, but there was no place to go, no place she could escape to. A lesser mare would have made a fair impersonation of the small plastic pills trembling inside her, but AJ still had enough courage inside her to keep her from losing her nerve. She knew something like this was bound to happen, and that kept her from shaking in her boots, but that didn’t completely remove how intimidating this was. She wasn’t the only one to show some small signs of fear either, as most of the others were revealing their own fright in having the direct attention of the ruler of Equestria.

For the first time the entire evening, Fluttershy’s own timid nature exposed itself, if slightly. Most probably would not have noticed, with their attentions garnered by Dainn, but the pegasus had moved from being ahead of Pinkie and Rarity, to slipping subtly behind them with a few small steps backwards. Her hands also seemed to have trouble keeping to one spot, lifting up or moving forward a little at random instances, like she was instinctively trying to cover herself, but then forcibly keeping her arms from obstructing the sight of her breasts and pussy. Fluttershy might have been well-trained, but deep down she was still herself, and public events where she was the center of attention were never things she found enjoyable.

Pinkie’s fearful emotions were more obvious than the rest, as her twitches, which had been subdued for the most part, started to flare up. She took turns hopping from one leg to the other, her knees seeming to irritate her something awful. Her ears wiggled uncontrollably, and her body shook so powerfully that AJ believed she couldn’t match the strength of it in her most fright-filled state. Luckily Pinkie never removed her ear to ear beaming, so it was easy to perceive this as the mare being overly excited for what was to come.

The same could not be said for Rarity though, who out of everyone there was the one that revealed her outright dread the most. Knowing what AJ did, the farm mare couldn’t blame her one bit. It couldn’t have been pleasant with the person that had condemned her to the mare dump acknowledging her existence in such a outstanding fashion. For her it would have been best if she could have come in, performed her marely duties to the kingdom, and left without the king paying her any mind. Now she would have to be at peak performance for the rest of gala, constantly assuming that king’s gaze would be on her when she least expected it, judging her every move, looking for any reason to send her back to the bottom of the barrel for not performing to his standards.

Dash likewise had no qualms in showing how upset she was with this turn of events, her face holding an expression so sour that it could curdle milk. It looked as if any moment she could attempt to break loose from her leash and go on a rampage, but something kept that apparent urge in check. Perhaps she likewise understood that while causing a few injuries and property damage might be gratifying, there would be far too high of consequences for those actions. Still, AJ could just imagine what was going on in her head at that moment.

Out of all of them, Twilight was the only one who didn’t seem the least bit bothered by being the center of attention. She was pleased as punch, standing there without an ounce of worry or doubt, the pressure not getting to her at all. The thought of all eyes being on her seemed to have the opposite effect as everyone else, with thick streams of feminine fluids traveling down her legs denoting how happy she was for it. If not for the binders on her wings, they would have been spread out full length in pride, which in itself would have made a mockery of what the purple alicorn once stood for.

“Gentlemen, scholars, soldiers of the Equestrian guard, esteemed caribou brethren, and honored guests…” Addressing every male member in the room, Dainn started his speech, his voice giving dominating every other sound in the banquet hall, “One year ago, my men along with the aid of the trusted stallions of this nation claimed the city of Canterlot and liberated all men in this nation from the rule of the females that lead this nation with arrogance and incompetence, wrenching away their oppressive grip on the destinies of men.”

Thunderous applause filled the room, some of the king’s audience adding in a few whistles and howls of approval at his statement. The crowd ate up every word the king uttered, unable, or uncaring, to separate his propaganda from the truth of the matter. It made AJ sick to see how easily history was being altered, facts changed to something more preferable to the caribou’s cause, how the once generous and altruistic rule of Princess Celestia was being spoken of like she had some tyrannical agenda. Yet, when she spotted Twilight spreading her cupped hands apart, AJ beat her to the punch and became the first amongst her friends to clap along. The action made her feel ill, and her self loathing grew with each joining of her palms.

“In the old world before we corrected the mistakes of this nation’s past,” The king went on to say, extending his open hand towards the mares trapped in the spotlight, “These six mares were heralded as heroes, but were only able earn that title did because of artifacts of power that they abused to make themselves seem like more than they really were. In actuality, they were always weak, pathetic creatures that never acknowledged that there were those amongst them that rightfully deserved to rule the kingdom. They perpetuated this falsehood, ignoring that Equestria was teetering closer to the brink of destruction with each passing day that they continued on. Luckily, the stallions that they so ignorantly pushed into the shadow with their stupidity were willing and capable to reverse the damages they had caused, and restore this land from the precipice of disaster.”

More lies, accompanied by more cheers. The Elements of Harmony were not the only reason that AJ and the others were able to save Equestria time and again from the impending dangers that threatened it. It was their own skills, abilities, and perseverance as ponies that made that possible. If Dainn had known the truth, he would be aware that they didn’t chose the Elements, that the Elements chose them because they embodied the ideas they represented, just as they had Celestia and Luna once long ago. Then again, maybe he did know, and he just didn’t care.

As much as that accusation got AJ steamed up, the other blatant lie was more insulting to her than saying that the Elements were the only reason they ever accomplished anything. Equestria never placed one gender over the other. Plenty of male figures through history were given as much admiration as they had ever gotten, if not more. Starswirl and Commander Hurricane were amongst noteworthy examples of the past, and in even recent stallions like Soarin and Shining Armor were stallions celebrated for their abilities. That aside, Applejack herself never felt that her talents were more important that any other ponies. She felt she was capable, and in the past she had issue problems accepting help, but she never looked down on anyone, stallion, mare, or otherwise.

“But as they lived in the nation we created,” Dainn continued, “They one by one began to see past their own stubborn, stupid, and selfish ways to see the truth, save for one straggler who still prefers the shackles of resistance to the freedom of submission.”

“Fuck you!” screamed Dash in opposition to the caribou king’s speech. To no one’s surprise, Soarin a gave her swift and well-earned backhand across her muzzle for her outburst. The impact was so so sudden and strong that Rainbow Dash would have went the floor, if not for the male pegasus’ grip on her leash allowing him to maintain Dash’s balance for her. The hit had to hurt, and Dash winced because of it, but that didn’t prevent her from forcing a grin to spite the stallion.

Dainn paid little mind to Rainbow Dash’s antics, proceeding with his speech as if they had never happened. “Aside from the one insignificant flaw amongst them, these mares stand as symbols of what a female should be. Obedient, submissive, and eager to serve those who are better than themselves. They have embraced their destinies, and the rewards that come with it.”

Applause came again, but this time it was different. This time Applejack could tell it wasn’t directed at Dainn, but themselves. Every stallion, caribou, and red collar gave their approval, cheered that they had accepted that these monsters owned them.

“This celebration is to commemorate the liberation of all males, but it is also to give these five the reward they have earned. The pleasure and attention that all females desire, their minds overflowing and addled with lust. This night will provide them with the pleasure they crave, the ecstasy they need. Use their bodies as you see fit, give them enjoyment as you take it for yourself, and hold nothing back so they can feel how far those sensations can take them.”

The spotlights cut off, and those surrounding the small group of mares could once more be seen for more than silhouettes in the darkness. Slowly, they all began to understand that not only was Dainn’s speech over, but he had granted his express permission to have their way with them. The evil intent of the stallions and stags surrounding them was palpable, sending shivers into AJ as they slowly approached like a pack of ravenous timberwolves, some casually leaving behind the mares and cows they had with them for the more delectable females. These six were some of the most desired mares in all of Equestria, and outside of special events like this one most of them were normally off in some out of the way place, too pre-occupied with their duties or the whims of their owners, for the high class males to get a shot at any of them. They would savor this night, and the opportunity to have a turn with each of them as they explored the depths of debauchery.

Soarin, still holding onto Dash’s leash as he stood with the six mares, wasn’t about to let any of the other elements outshine his own slave. With a smug expression denoting that he knew his mare was the best out of the bunch, the pegasus dropped the length of leather and announced to the crowd, “First one to catch her is the first one to fuck her!”

The leash hung limply from Dash’s collar, and the pegasus mare became very aware that Soarin had just put a bounty on her for her ‘re-capture’. It took a moment for the males to register the meaning of the words, but once they did they were up to the given task. Rainbow, seeing so many come her direction, made a hasty decision and ducked into a small void between a caribou and a unicorn. It wasn’t the best choice the athletic pegasus had ever made; she knew that the doors were locked, that there was too many to escape forever, and that the harder she made her pursuers work for it the worst she would get after they finally managed to pin her down. It was her choice to make though, and even with her arms bound, her wings plucked, and having suffered through a year of hell, her instincts told her to fight.

Going behind the two males wasn’t the greatest decision when attempting to resist though, as while it got her away from the males that were now actively on her tail, it sent her into the thick of the crowd. The only advantage to this was the element of surprise, as no one had expected the mare to do something so stupid. The others chasing her now had to work their way through others to make their way to her, having to work their way through those who had abstained from the chase to return to discussions or sexual activities that they had to put on hold because of Dainn’s speech. A few of those more casual stallions couldn’t completely put her out of mind though, seeing the opportunity they had as Rainbow frantically ran past them, and tossed aside what they doing to join in.

By the time a stallion would make his move to snatch up Dash’s trailing leash, the mare had already zipped away out of reach. The lack of wings might have slowed her down, but with her hooves unbound she was still one of the fastest ponies in Equestria. Ducking, dodging, and weaving past person after person, she almost disappeared into the sea of bodies. However, as the seconds passed, so did the shock that her brash act had caused. Hands started to come at her, each trying to grab on to something and claim the prize. One gripped her black wing binder, but with a twist of her body and a terrible amount of pain she slipped away. Another managed to grab her short, boyish mane, but she powered past through it, losing a few multicolored strands of hair in the process. In her mind, there was just one thing they could get a hold of to guarantee her capture, and as long as that remained out of reach she could keep this up for some time.

Unfortunately, Dash’s mind was too focused on what she perceived was the real threat, the men around her, that during a sharp turn away from one, the rainbow pony neglected to notice the hand of an earth mare swipe in to take hold of her leash. She instantly felt the heavy pull against her throat, accompanied by a weight pulling her down when the mare connected to her was pulled so hard that she hit the floor. Dash pulled and pulled, ignoring the stings of her collar that told her not to, but she couldn’t get the prone mare to release.

“Let go!” Dash yelled at the mare attached to her. The earth pony, purple furred with a curly mane of blue hair, dared not comply though and shook her head in refusal. Seeing no other alternative, Dash lifted her hoof high, ready to do some serious damage to this unknown mare, stopping only when she lifted her head to look Dash in the face.

The mare gave a look of pure fear at the hoof threatening to come down on her, pupils reducing to dots at the mere thought of the pain that would befall her. It was not that look of terror that made the pegasus stop, but what she saw past that which made her give pause. A ring of black encompassed the neck of the earth mare, which confused Rainbow to no end. She expected this sort of thing from a red collar, but to see a black collar cling to her leash like her life depended on it was baffling.

As Dash stood frozen in attempt to figure out what was going on, the stallions that had been chasing her finally caught up with her. Catching a pair of them in her peripheral vision, the pegasus made one last ditch effort to escape, but it was too little, too late. Tethered to the earth mare, the stallions easily got a hold of her, and delivered a few smacks across her face as punishment for running.

“You had your fun ya little cunt,” said a stallion holding Dash by the bonds on her arms, “But now it’s time we got to see if you’re as loose as you are fast.”

The two stallions holding the pegasus used their free hands to start undoing their pants, ready to fuck her right on the spot, until they heard another stallion, a unicorn, clearing his throat behind them. “Pardon me gentlemen, but I believe that mare’s owner said the first one to catch her gets to fuck her first.”

“Yeah, and we got to her first,” retorted the stallion holding Dash’s arm binders, “So we get first dibs.”

“I don’t think so,” the unicorn argued, grabbing the mare on the floor to stand her up, “My mare got the leash first, and since she’s my property I believe that makes me the winner of this competition.”

“That doesn’t count!” said the other stallion, his erect cock out and twitching as it eagerly awaited entrance into Dash’s unwanting pussy.

“Guys, guys…” said Soarin, flying overhead, “What are you all fighting for? There are three of you, she’s got three holes, pick your favorite spot and shove yourselves inside.”

The three stallions admitted to one another that the pegasus had a point, and agreed on that in order to each get their satisfaction in the quickest way possible. Dash, on the other hand, gave a disgruntled grumble at this, as not a single one of them actually caught her. It was the earth mare that caught her by the leash, and while it didn’t really make a difference who raped her first, second, or hundredth, she couldn’t stand that they were breaking their own rules just because they wanted to.

Having come to an agreement, the unicorn went over to his earth pony slave so he could give her a pat on the head, to which the mare meekly smiled back at him. “You did good.” said the stallion, praising the earth pony for winning him a shared first crack at a geniune wonderslut.

“Thank you master,” the mare replied, “I-I thought it might please you, and that maybe you would… maybe reward me for it?”

“Reward?” the unicorn asked curiously, “What kind of reward were you looking for?”

The mare took a deep breath, working up the courage to give her request. “I was hoping that… I wouldn’t have to have sex with that caribou from earlier…”

The stallion thought about what she was asking, trying to understand who the mare was talking about exactly. Then he recalled there was one who had inquired about fucking his mare later that evening. “You mean Lord Ivangir?” The stallion gave a chuckle to himself, joining with the other two males, “Do you know how important a person he is? His approval is far too valuable to refuse a his request.”

“But… master please!” The earth mare begun to plead with the unicorn, only to be silenced by his stern look.

“Don’t ruin the one good thing you did tonight by whining,” he said, placing the coil of Dash’s loop around his wrist, “When Lord Ivangir comes for you, you’ll accept his dick with a smile, or you can accept it as he gives you a good paddling. The choice is yours.”

As the three three stallions led Dash away, adding in a few harsh tugs, as well as a some unnecessarily harsh smacks across to the mare that gave them such trouble in catching her, she watched the earth mare meekly hang her head and droop her ears. The unicorn hadn’t given her a choice at all, telling her that she would either do things his way, or be punished until she complied. It was a pitiable sight, but Rainbow had no room for sympathy in her heart. The mare had betrayed another to have a chance to save her own skin, and as a black collar she should have know better than to think she would escape an act of sex because she did something beneficial for the stallion that owned her. No matter how Dash looked at it, the earth mare was stupid, selfish, and deserved what was coming for her for betraying another black collar.

Back with the other five mares, Applejack watched as Dash was lifted up and made to get on her knees atop one of the dining tables. The short lived chase had caught the attentions of most present in the room, with everyone either running after the mare to catch her, or watching in amusement as Dash dodged around with a horde of stallions at her heels. The pegasus had done the best she could considering the circumstances, but with the handicap given to her with her arms and wings rendered useless, her impressive display of dodges and weaves lasted a little over a minute. As the three stallions joined her, placing themselves so that each could take a different orifice, AJ averted her eyes. She couldn’t watch as the three male ponies thrust inside of Dash simultaneously, the muffled screams coming from Dash’s stuffed muzzle alone being enough to form an apple sized lump of unease in the pit of her stomach.

She was almost thankful that she would have other things to keep her mind occupied, as with Dash caught the next move for the rest of the men was clear. They would each decide which of the five remaining mares they would want to stick their dicks in, separating them into groups, or pairs if they thought fucking two together would be sexually satisfying, until they were spent. All AJ could do now was wait and see who would pick her.

Of course, she wasn’t the first to be chosen out of the group, not by a long shot. That honor was reserved for the alicorn amongst them. No stallion would pick a farm mare over the chance to fuck a former princess, even if the mare had only held the title for a short time. Numerous stallions came to claim their time with Twilight, and when they reached out with their lust guided hands, she happily offered her hand in return. AJ caught a glimpse of a hand wrapping its fingers around the alicorn’s wrists, and then watched as she was pulled into the horde, vanishing completely along with the earth mare’s hopes of speaking with her privately. It was bound to happen, but it was still disappointing for AJ to see the chance slip through her fingers.

“I call first dibs on this one!” The shout was so close to AJ that she was sure she was the next one to be snatched up, but instead it was Fluttershy who had been chosen.

A pegasus had come up behind the timid mare, wrapping his arms around her to grope her breasts, pressing his body against her so the wings shrouds she wore spread apart to give space for his chest. Fluttershy had given a sharp yelp of surprise through the bit in her mouth when she was grabbed, which might have been assisted by the thick cock pressing into the crevice of her of her ass. It was the first stallion that night AJ had seen completely nude, and she had to wonder how long he had been strutting about like that. The others didn’t seem to care that much, with just a few of the other males giving the avian stud an odd look or snickering at his brazenness.

“Hey, you know you can’t hog that slut all to yourself!” another stallion called out, “Bring her this way so we can all have a turn!”

The male pegasus was more than eager to oblige, taking hold of the reins Fluttershy was holding onto as he made his what towards those who shared a craving for the timid mare’s supple body. Fluttershy was nothing but deferential, following the stallion’s lead with no more than the tiniest bit of resistance at the initial pull of her collar, keeping her hands clasped in front of her as she went along in order to keep them occupied. With a pleasant smile that expressed the mare’s shy, yet eager to please nature, Fluttershy too disappeared from sight, leaving only three in the center of the ring of onlookers.

Applejack didn’t need to wait to see who would be the next one chosen, as the stallions had already made their pick while she was busy watching Fluttershy get taken away. They hadn’t bothered to take Rarity to some remote area of the room before making her go down on her knees, one making use of her enhanced breasts by sticking his dick between them as she used the rounds lumps to masturbate him. Another had entangled his hand into her mane, ruining her perfectly-styled coiffure within mere minutes of her entrance into the banquet hall, and was hilt deep inside her muzzle.

How Rarity was able to concentrate on stroking a guy’s dick while choking on a penis that was being forced so deeply into her throat time and again was a testament to her sexual abilities, which was something the one between her tits overlooked as he made loud declarations on how they were recognizably enlarged to give the unicorn another layer of shame on top of what was already happening to her. Others gathered over, finding amusement in the insults being given to the mare they deemed the most whorish of the bunch, and within no time AJ was completely unable to spot anything more than slight glimpses of white fur from within the mass of figures, despite Rarity having not moved from the spot she was standing during their introduction.

With four mares claimed, all that remained of the group of the group were the earth ponies. AJ waited in silent dread as those who were left took their time deciding over which one that remained they would like to have wrapped around their dicks first. The longer they put it off, the more her curled up lips sunk, and the more she started to realize just how difficult it would be to hold a smile for the ponies that would soon violate her body.

Don’t focus on that. AJ thought to herself. It won’t make a lick of difference once they put a dick in ya. Even the most willful black collar in Equestria had problems holding a grimace in extended periods of sex, unable to control the contortions of their faces as the unwanted feelings of pleasure raced through their beings and created a state of euphoria. If they would hurry up and pick her, they could have their way and she could ride out the night on a wave of endorphins.

Of course it didn’t take long for the stallions and stags to make their picks, a few entering to finalize their decisions. With so many looking her way, it was clear to her that she would be the next to be taken. It satisfied her want to get this done and over with, but also restored her apprehension towards being the reluctantly willing fuck hole to what looked to be a couple hundred men. No matter how this situation turned out, AJ wouldn’t be able to relax or enjoy herself, this whole ordeal was one big no win scenario. All she could really do was let herself go, slip into character, and pretend that she was having a good time.

A pegasus reached out to the awaiting earth mare, the lecherous and somewhat threatening look he gave confirming his decision with the well-toned farm mare. Someone else had other ideas though, and what the stallion had would be his fingers entering the loop of an awaiting collar ring, instead became his hand pressed against the large, soft breasts of a certain pink pony.

“Hi there!” Pinkie practically yelled to the bewildered stallion, “Oh here, let me help you with that.” Placing her shackled hand on his, the pink mare moved it till the palm was over her nipple. She then proceeded to make the unicorn’s fingers grip down on her tit, the soft flesh squishing down around his digits. “Hehe, would you like me to give you the best night of your life? I have lots and lots of tricks that you’ll love to see. Oh! I know, I can show you one right now. If you squeeze it down a just little more you’ll get to see one of my best tricks.”

The pegasus was taken in by Pinkie’s declaration, and while he still had the blonde mare behind her on his mind, the one excitingly wiggling her ears at him had made a great first impression. Curious as to what would happen, he gripped the oversized mammaries as hard as he could. In return he, as well as the others that had been heading for Applejack, watched as a jet of milk shot out from the pink pony’s now stiff and engorged nipple.

“The milk pouring out of me makes my boob tickle.” Pinkie said with a slight winch at the near crushing grasp of the pegasus, still managing to worked out a grin and a giggle through the pain.

A mare with breasts full of milk wasn’t really much of a trick. The pegasus had encountered several mares that had been filled with even hormones that they could put a dairy cow to shame. Still, the pink mare was making a promise of the most pleasurable night he could have, and he couldn’t help but want to put that claim to the test. “Fine, you do seem more interesting than the other one. Let’s find something to bend you over, and some paddles in case you’re boasting doesn’t match your talents.”

“Woohoo! Let’s go!” Pinkie skipped merrily away from AJ, taking the pegasus and many of the other males with her as they followed the perky pony whose breasts bounced with every slight hop. “Hey Applejack!” she said right before disappearing like the others, “Make sure to enjoy yourself tonight! I know I will!”

With those final words, Pinkie was gone. With her she had taken a sizeable chunk of the remaining males, but there were still plenty left who would make good use of her. Those that were left were those who had either been too slow to make join the lines for the rest of the former elements, or had stayed back to keep up the facade of civility this party was trying to represent. There were those amongst them who had wanted to have first crack at AJ from the beginning, but for the most part she was the leftovers. It wasn’t too surprising actually; AJ could see why she would be the worst choice when compared with her red collar friends. She wasn’t some unique race like Twilight. She wasn’t as cute or naturally graceful as Fluttershy. She didn’t have beauty of Rarity or the outstandingly upbeat attitude of Pinkie.

If she had to be honest with herself, she was kind of plain. She had a nice figure that was sculpted by years of hard farm in the fields of Sweet Apple Acres, with or without the restraining bondage the caribou made her wear as a black collar, but that was about it. Without her status as one of the elements of harmony, she was just an earth pony. A highly talented one in many ways, but not in any of the ways that a stallion or a stag would care about. The only thing that they ever focused on with her was how ‘stubborn’ she was, and wanting to be the one to break her. Now that was gone, and those who cared about that would be more focused on Dash than her. In that, she supposed that Gunne had been right all along. She garnered more attention as a black collar than a red, and it wasn’t so much that she would be treated better from here on out so much that men would have less concern for her.

Applejack put those thoughts aside, as they wouldn’t help her with what was about to happen. Right now she had to play her role, satisfying the urges of those who chose her because she was the one that they didn’t have to wait for to be available. Clenching her teeth tightly together, she spread her lips apart to show off the pearly whites, pushed out her chest, and hid her disgust the best she could for the men coming right up to her.

“Why so shy?” the first one up to her said, more condescending her than legitimately asking the question, “Those other sluts were showed much more enthusiasm.“

“Don’t be too hard on the stupid dirt mare,” said another, “I bet she’s still having trouble wrapping her head around all this. Probably never been to a soiree like this one before. It’s overwhelming her horny little mind.”

“Still, you’d think that some barnyard bitch would be ready for a rodeo,” said yet another.

“Ah am!” yelled AJ, unable to control the volume of her voice from the well of nerves building up in her. “Ah mean, I’m ready to take anythin’ y’all want to do to me.”

“Of course you are?” said a unicorn as he used his magic to pull the ring on AJ’s collar, “A dirty whore like yourself loves to the feeling of something moving around inside her. Just can’t wait to get a fat cock in those holes of yours, can ya?”

Another stallion grabbed the farm mare’s arm and pulled her in his direction, making her twist slightly since the unicorn refused to release her collar. “Think she’s the kind of mare that likes being throat fucked? I altered my own red collar’s throat to be as sensitive as her vagina, and the way she moans around my dick when she sucks it is amazing.”

“Who gives a shit if she likes it or not?” a caribou stag announced while grabbing the long braid attached to AJ’s head. “She’s here for our pleasure, not the other way around. Isn’t that right bitch?”

Being pulled in all directions by the men around her, AJ wanted to escape their grasp by any means. Her first instinct was to buck, and had she been in the same situation as a black collar she no doubt would have. She had a image to uphold through, and through incredible willpower stopped herself from kicking some unseen male who sent a slap across her flank.

“O-Of course that’s right,” she answered the stag from before, stammering a little in restrained rage, “It’s the duty of a red collar to please men, and Ah am a red collar.” Saying that aloud left a bad taste in her mouth, but knowing where things would go she expected that it would be replaced soon.

The men found it humorous that the farm mare had to state her collar status, it appearing to them that the mare was trying to act smart and sounding incredibly stupid by doing so. It inflated their egos, acting as further proof to them that mares, and furthermore all females, were highly unintellegent. The southern draw in her words help support the idea that the farm mare was particularly stupid, and that was translated to the horny, high class males that she would crave their dicks even more than a mare that smarter mare who could speak without such a ridiculous accent.

“Okay slave, let’s go fulfill that… ‘duty’ of yours.”

The men released her, allowing her to straighten herself out just before the two caribou took her by the arms. Their grip was harsh, uncaring, but easily endured by a mare who had already been through more hardships than she could count. The two large, muscular stags debated with each other where they would take her, many places already taken or lacking anything interesting they could use to spice up their sexual conquest of the earth pony.

“We could take her to a dangle her upside-down by her hooves. I kinda want to see if she’ll do a little dance when we lick her pussy raw.”

“I’m more of a tits man myself, and if she’s hanging by her legs they’ll be hard to get at. We could take her over to one of the bending bars and have her stick that big rump of hers out.”

“That’s too boring for a party like this, plus I want to bind this slut up so she pulls feebly against them when we use her.”

“Then… why don’t we take her over there.” the caribou said, looking off into a random direction. It at least seemed random to AJ, since she didn’t know what was in that direction.

“Isn’t that where….?” The second caribou figured out what his associate’s plan was, and instantly approved. “That’s perfect. Let’s do it.” The two caribou begun to move, and Applejack along with them. From this point on she would have to comply with their every action, so when they took a step she did the same. As she did the rest of the group followed along, fixated on her like a pack of dogs after a piece of meat, until after a small jaunt they came to a stop. What the two large males lead her to didn’t surprise Applejack, as very few things the caribou did could after the things she put herself through, but it hardly inspired confidence in her either.

What stood before her looked like an odd cross between a table and a dentistry chair, standing up from one solid pole built into the floor with many different levers to adjust the height and angle of it. Atop the pole sat a flat surface with made of leather that appeared to be shaped with the thought of holding a torso in mind, with two large gaps where the shoulder would be placed and several additional pieces being on its sides that were made for the appendages of whoever would be held within it. The extra parts included two for the arms, two for the legs, and one for the head, and each had a set of straps and locks that would ensure that the occupant wouldn’t be leaving of her own accord.

It wasn’t the only one around either, there was another just off to the side with a pegasus already strapped inside. Hers was different, with the leather covering removed to reveal the wooden frame beneath. Her black wing binders had be carefully slipped into the shoulder holes of the device, indicating what they were for, and the arms and legs of it adjusted so that the mare’s body was trapped in the shape of an X. The pegasus laid on the device parallel to the floor, her mane tied to a rod beneath her headrest so tightly that it forced her neck to make a straining arch backwards. At either end of her were lines of males, with the two at the front of them taking advantage of her helplessness.

The one positioned between her legs had a strong hold on her hips, his fingers digging into her fur, and was plowing himself into his victim so hard that AJ was amazed he didn’t hurt himself from the force he was putting into each thrust. The same could be said about the one orally raping the mare, except that AJ recognized the specially-designed made gag that enwrapped her muzzle. It was made for black collars that had problems keeping their heads still, as even with a standard open mouth gag teeth were still a major issue. The leather of this one prevented any such problems however, as it didn’t stop at the entrance of the mouth, but instead folded into it. The padded extra layer draped over the teeth, creating a safe pathway for a male’s most sensitive and treasured area, while having a section cut out for the tongue so the one being mouth raped would still have to suffer the indignity of tasting her rapist’s salty flesh rod as it was repetitively pushed into her mouth. Applejack had experience with that variety of gag due to her time with Ivangir, who found she likewise had an issue of ‘self control’ when it came to the dangerous thrashing of her head whenever he wanted her to orally satisfy him.

“Okay cunt,” one of the caribou said, pushing her towards the empty seat, “Take your proper place, and we’ll give you the reward you crave so badly.”

It took a second for AJ to cease the momentum caused by the shove, the caribou putting much more power into it than needed, but once she stopped she approached the seat of her own accord. It took little effort for AJ to climb into the device, having to place a hoof into one the bottom part of one of the leg holders before she could turn around and place herself inside it like a normal chair. Once seated she took a few deep breaths, preparing herself mentally for what she would have to endure. The seat’s restraints meant that she would have little freedom of movement, which meant that as long as she was in it, she wouldn’t be expected to participate much as the males filled her holes full of semen. She wouldn’t have to speak to any of them unless addressed directly, and even that wouldn’t apply as much as the night went on when they would be too wrapped up in their own pleasure to care if she answered. All she had to do was respond enough to keep them amused, which would come naturally as her body reacted to what they did to her. How long they would keep her here was a mystery. The night was still young and there was another large crowd next to her on the opposite side from where the bound pegasus was that would surely want to move over to her the moment she became more available, so she felt it would be a while at least. Looking to the bright side of her situation, she decided to appreciate that she wouldn’t have to put too much effort into her red act.

The men that escorted AJ to the device went around it when they saw she was properly within it. A few from that group stepped forward, going to the seat to wrap the straps around her appendages and align it appropriately the entertainment they were about to have. A couple started with a few sturdy belts attached to the back of the seat, the first one going across her waist while another went under her breasts, pushing them up slightly. Slipping the ends of the straps through buckles bolted into the seats, they pulled and tugged on them until they hugged the farm mare tightly. They were perhaps a little too tight, but the padded leather allowed AJ to sink into it slightly to relieve the pressure. AJ had to assume this cushioned seating was another ‘perk’ of being a red collar, as the earth pony had no doubts that if she was still a black collar she would be like the pegasus girl and have nothing but hard wood to press up against.

“Lift your arms,” commanded one of the stallions behind her, to which Appplejack obeyed and lifted up the requested appendages. Another belt went across her front, this time over her armpits and across her collarbone so that they teamed up with the ones on the bottom side of her breasts to apply pressure to her, and made them poke out a bit more than usual. Thinking that was it, AJ brought her arms back down, or attempted to until the stallion behind her grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her back. It was an unexpected move, but AJ prevented her muscles from tensing up in response. Whatever the stallion wanted to do with her, she had to let him do it, and with no resistance given to him, the stallion slipped her into a set of shackles chained to the back of the head rest and locked them in. Feeling her arms ensnared, she gave them a few slight tugs to test the bonds, finding them sturdy enough to hold her if she started to unconsciously pull against them, at least for a while.

With her arms taken care of, the mean took the now unused arm rests of the device and adjusted them stood up vertically, creating a barrier of sorts that would prevent her from falling off should she squirm or toss about too much in the throes of passion that reds so easily got sent into. That took care of the upper part of her body, and now all that remained was the lower, more interesting parts of the mare’s anatomy. A lone caribou took up the task of binding her legs as her torso had been, using several straps to assure that they were as tightly kept in place as her chest was, but as he finished he noticed something that didn’t sit right with him.

“What is this?” he said aloud as her took one of the remotes from the bands around her legs.

AJ looked down at what the stag was holding, “It’s a remote to one of mah vibrators,” She had honestly forgotten the four pill shaped objects jittering around inside her. Everything else that had happened had her focused on other things.

“I know what it is,” he replied, “But your dumb ass left it on the lowest setting.” The stag put his thumb on the lever that controlled the intensity of the vibrator, and with one swift flick set it from the bottom of the remote to the top.

AJ clenched her jaw shut, screaming into her closed lips as one of the objects in her ass went from soft vibrations to powerfully pulsating. Her muscles squeezed down around it, as if trying to stop its movements, but that only made her feel it all the more.

“That’s much better, but don’t feel like you have to hold back on our account,” The stag said as he swapped the remote in his hand for another in AJ’s bands, “We want to hear you announce how much of a whore you are.” Just like before, he zipped the switch as high as it would go without so much as a pause along the way.

AJ shook her head, pushing out the feelings coming to her, this time from inside her pussy. Eventually they would overtake her, send her into unwanted pleasure as they always did in situations like this, but just because she had to put up with it didn’t mean she had to give into it. She lost a little of that control as the next pill turned up to its maximum, her mouth opening enough to let out a low moan, her body curling up and contorting a little as the rapid motions in her two tunnels got to her, but AJ was able to keep mostly in control. The worst she did was kick her legs a little from the stimulation, but the bonds that held them kept them from moving any more than an inch off the padding.

“Those vibrators must be pretty weak,” said a stallion as he pulled AJ’s tail through a small hole in the chair, “That reaction wasn’t great.”

“Nah, they’re fine,” answered the caribou, “I’ve seen collared dirt mares do this before. Even as reds they like to act tough, which makes it all the more fun to watch them squirm.” The stag took the next remote in line, and decided to take it slower this time. His thumb on the switch, he eased it upwards as slowly as he could, which made the other pill inside Applejack’s backside increase the speed of its buzzing incrementally instead of in one solid burst like before. Something about that made it much worse to the farm mare, and as it steadily got more powerful, so did her breaths become shorter and shorter until they turned into fast, heavy pants. The stag, noticing how much this was affecting the bound mare, brought the vibrator down to its lowest setting and grabbed the last remaining control. Applejack watched helplessly in her bonds as the caribou readied a remote in each of his hands. The joy that he expressed was drenched with cruel intent that she had seen countless times in the males of his race, and she knew that he didn’t care if she would enjoy what he would do to her. As he had just said, he wanted to watch her squirm as her senses underwent a barrage of uncontrollable feelings and emotions.

The farm mare could get through this though. This was no different that anything else that had happened before, and this time she had an advantage of knowing what would come. She just had to keep a close eye on those switches, trace the movements of his thumbs, and adjust herself accordingly to the amount of pleasure the stag wanted to pour into her. She honed her vision in on those two switches, ignoring all other things around her so she could react to the slightest movement the caribou made the moment he made it. With her attention so focused though, she was caught by complete surprise when the back of her seat suddenly fell backwards, and her line of sight switched from the caribou in front of her to the ceiling above her.

Disoriented, the earth mare lifted her head up as high as she could off the device in order to get the caribou at her legs where she could see him. Unfortunately for her though, her own breasts blocked the stag from sight, and try as she might she couldn’t move her body, strapped down as it was, far enough out of the way to make him visible. She made quite a few attempts at it too, but inevitably had to give up when she once more felt a building sense of pleasure welling up inside her.

The increasing tremors of the two vibrators slowly building power, going higher and higher as they worked their way to the two other pills going at full strength, wracked her body to the point that she felt she could lose control any moment, that she was right on the edge of her body becoming a prison of pleasure that would move of its own accord and force her to unwillingly declare her building desire to the lustful males around her. She could already feel her loins moisten, the fluids within her pussy no longer able to be contained by her mere hatred of what was being done to her.

Slamming her head down on the padding beneath it, AJ took in several deep breaths in order to stabilize herself. The caribou was rapidly changing the frequency of the object within her, randomly changing the power so that they would suddenly spike from near stillness, or hold at an unexpected level just below the peak to increase her anticipation before sending it to the highest point again. The rapid change made her hips thrust upwards, her body shudder, and brought from her lungs the grunts, gasps and groans that made clear what was feeling. She couldn’t deny what her body was telling her, and as much as it disgusted her, she was becoming hot and bothered by her four toys.

“Please! Don’t!” She managed to yell out, pleading for the caribou to stop. The stallions around her took these words in the opposite manner however.

“You hear that?” said a pegasus as he brazenly clutched AJ’s breast and squeezed, “She doesn’t like being held on edge. Greedy mare wants to cum so badly.”

“Then why don’t we help her out?” Announced a unicorn, his horn coming aglow as he took hold of the apple shaped ring on her other tit, tugging at it, pulling it in as many directions as he could.

The pain brought on by the careless, or perhaps sadistic, unicorn’s pull was enough to give AJ back a little command over her body, and it kept her from going over the brink of being lost in the overwhelming sensations. When she allowed the sting of him stretching out her nipple, she could keep out a tiny portion of the thoughts that threatened to consume her. In some twisted way she appreciated the pain for that reason; it was keeping her sane, it was keeping her ‘her’.

But with her coherence came an awareness of what was happening to her, and thus she was able to feel when the stag at her legs pressed his lips against those of her vagina. He had become bored of simply playing with the toys inside her, and wanted to continue things with a more personal touch. He made no delay to thrust his tongue inside the now soaked passage, slurping up and drinking the filthy fluids that where coating Applejack’s crotch. Again AJ thrust her hips upwards, but this time of her own volition, forgetting for a moment where she was as she tried to keep away from the caribou’s oral muscle.

“Hold still,” the stag scolded, dropping one of the remotes he held. It plummeted to the floor, and the weight of it combined with AJ’s slickness was enough allow the pill it was attached to pop out of the mare, flicking spatterings of her fluid into the air as if did. AJ couldn’t help but give a joyful cry at its absence. The small amount of time she spent tied down had already become torturous, and even the one less source of stimulation was a great relief for her. This small reprieve wasn’t going to be simply given to her though, and another sharp spike of pain entered her mind as the stag pinched down on her clitoris as punishment for her squirming.

From that point on he swapped back and forth from pinching the flesh nub between his fingernails and rubbing it softly while continuing his lewd licks at her loins. Applejack could feel her clitoris swell and become tender at his touches, giving her no real incentive to keep still for the caribou, save for the increasing pressure he would put into his pinches each time she moved to far for his liking. With the stallions playing with her breasts not letting during all this, the earth mare found it impossible to keep silent. She vocalized her sexual agony she was experiencing to the hoard surrounding her, the sounds of partial pleasure and suffering being music to their ears.

Some took it as an invitation to join in themselves, and with one particularly excited stallion making his way through the crowd to get to the object of his desire, Applejack found herself face to face with a fully erect penis. The thick member wasn’t an inch away from the end of her muzzle, and she had been through this enough times to have a good idea what he wanted. She was already this deep in, with no real ability to escape the situation or fight back, so she opened her mouth as wide as she could to make way for the large meaty schlong coming her way.

Instead of thrusting it in violently, as Applejack had come to expect from males who shoved their dicks in her face, the stallion pulled away. It confused her for a moment, enough for her to vocalize it in a small noise that was prolonged by a sudden feeling of lips wrapping around and sucking on her clit, but the stallion didn’t take long to explain why he didn’t take the opportunity to enter her open and, as far as he knew, willing orifice. “Look at her. She wants to suck me so bad that she stretched her mouth as wide as she could at the sight of it. Do you do that everytime you get a glimpse of a man’s meat, or does mine look that tasty to you?”

AJ closed her mouth and looked away from the stallion. He was teasing her, attempting to shame her in front of the others by acting like she was starved for cock. Normally she wouldn’t dignify the question he gave with a response, but she thought back to what Gunne said he would do if there were any problems tonight, and such questions were never rhetorical. “I want your dick as much as I’d want any other…” She replied in her ‘lying by telling a slanted truth’ way.

While she answered the question in a way that made her sound slutty, the stallion didn’t take kindly to the mare not complimenting his shaft in the way he felt it deserved. He grabbed her by the lower jaw, pushing his fingertips into her cheeks so that she would have to bite the insides of them in order to close her mouth again, and directed her back to the fleshy tip that pointed right at her. “Come on, you know that this is the biggest dick you’ve ever seen in your life, and I bet the scent of it just drives you wild. You can’t resist wanting to wrap your collared throat around it.” The stallion didn’t wait for an answer this time, rubbing his cock across her face and running the head of it along her lips so that they lipstick on it smeared both on it and the bound mare’s face.

While the stallion didn’t care for a reply to his comment, AJ did think to herself about what he had said. The penis really wasn’t as big as he boasted, at least not when compared to the multitude of cocks she had crammed inside her back in Ponyville. When matched up to the country studs back home, the stallion currently smearing her makeup was only a moderate size. If she had to actually pick a dick she had seen to be the biggest, that honor unfortunately went to Ivangir’s. Even if this stallion matched the size and girth of the biggest pony cock she had ever seen it wouldn’t compare to that monster's mast.

As for the scent, it reeked like fish and made her think that he hadn’t properly bathed that part of himself for days, perhaps even on purpose to make that masculine scent that he was so proud of stronger. As revolting as it was though, she could tell that in some way it was having an effect on her. The lofty smell of arousal and sweat intoxicated her being and was making her own sexual organs get started. Her nipples started to swell, and poked out more than usual from her fur, the small streams coming from her lower passage pouring out becoming rivers that the caribou between her legs happily lapped up, and her the lips of her pussy had began to twitch each time said caribou’s tongue went across it.

Despite all this though, Applejack retained control of her mental faculties. Her body and mind were at ends about how much of a turn on this all was, as one was more than ready to accept the feelings being given to it. This was not helped by the addition of two new mouths encircling her areolas and sucking on them like they expected milk to come from the hard nipples at the center of them, while the other kept hold of just how awful her induced elation was at the hands of these men whose interest in her ended when they shot their jism inside or onto her body. She didn’t know exactly why she couldn’t ‘shut off’ as she had intended to, as she had done plenty of times in Ponyville, but she was stuck unfortunately aware as her body was toyed with.

The groping, sucking, and rubbing continued on for longer than the farm mare could keep track of, every minute of this torture feeling longer, like each second was being stretched out to make the experience worse for her. It all came to a head though, in almost a literal sense, when the caribou that had been licking her now rapidly quivering pussy with the length of his rock hard shaft.

“Are you ready for the real fun to begin?” he asked, running his tip along her slit, getting it drenched in her fluids.

AJ, released by the stallion holding her jaw, looked up at the stag and gave a nervous nod. She was as prepared as she would ever be, and it was an inevitability that someone’s dick would be inside her before the Gala was over. If she had a choice, a caribou would have been her last choice of men to fuck her, but of course she didn’t. The only thing she had any say in was whether she would brave what the stag would do to her head on, or close her eyes and take it like a coward. With the way Spitfire took her own rape earlier without fear, AJ felt she didn’t have the right to back down. Maybe it was the thought of the pegasus sticking in her mind that stopped her from slipping into her slutty persona, and the idea that it would somehow be a disservice to every black collar present if she tried to tune it out and act like she enjoyed it. Maintaining her red collar disguise was a priority, but she didn’t have to lose sight of herself to do that; she just had to have sex in a way that satisfied the males.

So with her eyes wide open, focusing on the stag that would penetrate her at any second, she braced herself both physically and mentally. The caribou seemed ready to plunge himself inside, constantly pressing against her entrance enough that she could feel his tip poke inside her. He was trying to catch her off guard, wait for a moment when she wound relax and then stab it into her, at least that is what she assumed. She had no clue of his true intentions, but the earth mare would learn shortly what those were.

As she kept a close eye on the stag prodding her privates, she begun to notice another stag coming up behind him. At first she didn’t pay this any mind, it was surely just the next person in line getting a little anxious. Then she started to notice how big this caribou was compared to the one looming over her, being huge even for a male of their despicable race. She also noticed that this one was wearing a very informal, and somehow familiar, outfit of leather armor with small decorative flourishes on it that were about the only thing that made it seem like it could belong in the kind of party this was suppose to be. The gears were starting to turn in her head where she had seen this before, but before she could piece it together the large caribou spoke and removed any mystery of who it was.

“How are things coming along?” said Ivangir, putting his hand on the shoulder of the stag about to thrust into Applejack.

AJ let out the deepest groan she had given that night. She couldn’t even begin to pretend that she enjoyed Ivangir’s presence, but being bound and receiving pleasure at all ends helped disguise her vocalized aggravation as a announcement of desire.

“As you can hear, it’s coming along fine,” said the stag, “We’ve been toying with her for a while, and I’ve been making sure she been kept on edge. Haven’t even let her cum yet, and she’s getting more desperate for that sweet release the longer we go at her.”

Ivangir inspected the mare before him, brushing some of the stallions aside as he laid hands on her. He took no time in going for the more sensitive areas, cupping one of her tits in one hand while using the fingers of his other to test how damp she had gotten between her legs. The way he slipped his fingers into her, scraping his fingertips against her innards, was far from pleasant. It wasn’t an accident either, as Ivangir was as true a sadist as there ever was. He cared more about his own satisfaction than any other male Applejack had ever encountered, and if he made somehow made a woman cum through the pain of his gigantic dick pummeling their womb, he would only be pleased that it validated his sexual prowess. To AJ that just made Ivangir a caribou, a creature so wrapped up in their own wants and egos that they only cared about others when they found it useful to their goals. He was no different from any of the others, except that what he desired could be considered vile and self centered even when compared to the rest of his brethren.

Removing his fingers from AJ’s still quivering vagina, the caribou found it absolutely slathered in viscous pre-cum. It pleased him to once again see her this way; restrained, ravaged, wanting. While he didn’t care much for her as far as her value as a woman when, being that she was a dirt mare and thus in many ways considered the least worthwhile woman one could ever have, she had provided him with much entertainment for the short time they had together. He had always regretted the fact that he let her go before breaking her completely, but tonight was a chance to make up for lost time.

“Yeah, she’s good and ready. Time to go to the next step.” said the massive caribou.

“Already?” The smaller one replied, “That’s a shame. I was just starting to get into it.”

AJ pondered what the two were talking about, and she wasn’t alone as the stallions seemed as lost as she was. However, when the smaller caribou bent down and the buzzing inside her came to a sudden and unsuspecting stop, she had a good idea of what they were planning. She had to take some deep breaths at first, the thoughts entering her mind threatening to overwhelm her reason. She had been brought so close to peaking, and had kept herself from cumming by sheer force of will, but now she was paying for it. The removal of sensations, after feeling them so strongly for so long, was a more taxing than anything else she had felt that night. Her body had felt the presence of an orgasm building inside, and now it demanded that promise be fulfilled. So long had it been that AJ was denied the ability to cum from sex, since in Ponyville she had ample occasions to do so without restriction, even if she did so unwillingly.

Her erogenous zones ached from the denial, begging for the small amount of additional pleasure that would send her over the edge. They went unrequited though, as while the unnamed caribou did go back to licking her pleading pussy, he did so in such a careful way that it could never push her past the point of peaking. A light graze or a slow slither along her loins was all he would do to ensure that she stayed aroused, but never contented. She might have pleaded for him to stop holding her in that limbo of arousal, if not for a combination of her own pride and the understanding that such a request wouldn’t be given no matter what she said or promised in return.

“Now listen up!” Ivangir said loudly so those around Applejack could hear his boisterous voice, “This dirt mare’s holes are now reserved for my cock.” This announcement came as an unpleasant surprise many of the males. They had thought that the mare was ready for action, and now one of the council said she was off limits. Those who had procrastinated now regretted their indecisiveness, but those who had picked her over the rest felt the most cheated.

“Now, now,” said Ivangir, “Her holes might be off limits, but that doesn’t mean that the fun has to stop. This girl still needs lots of attention before I decide to cram myself into her. Keep groping her, keep her aroused, but don’t let her cum.”

“And what are you going to do until you’re ready Lord Ivangir?” asked the other stag as he removed the now-still vibrators from AJ by their cords.

“What I’ve been doing. Going around and sampling every cunt at the party. If I don’t cum inside half the slaves here before this ends then I’ll be sorely disappointed with myself. In fact...“ Ivangir looked over to the other crowd that had gathered nearby, “The next bitch to check off my list is right over here.” Having declared dibs on Applejack, using his authority to override anyone else’s claim to the same, Ivangir sauntered himself over to the group he was eyeing, and demanded that everyone there made way for him.

AJ couldn’t believe how readily the others made way for Ivangir, showing a level of respect for the caribou that he made evident he didn’t share for them. Then again, it could have been less respect and more a healthy amount of fear. Applejack knew little of how his reputation had grown during their time separated from one another, and Ivangir seemed like the kind of person who wouldn’t let any pony stand in the way of what he wanted. He obeyed the king, but that was about as far as his appreciation for another’s rank went. For all the hatred that she bore for Dainn, the farm mare could see that it was his authority that kept caribou like Ivangir from going ‘too far’, even by caribou standards. She shuddered to think how much worse it would have been being his fuck toy if the caribou king hadn’t been around.

Those thoughts left quickly though, as someone within the crowd, someone AJ didn’t quite expect to see again so soon, was made visible when the ponies parted for Ivangir. In a device that matched the one AJ was currently in, laid Twilight. If the surprise of seeing the alicorn so close to her once more hadn’t been enough to stun the earth pony, the image of her former friend taking it from both ends was enough to leave a lasting impression in her memories. The joy on her face as she sucked on the long cock of some random stallion was reminiscent of the same joy she use to show when she solved one of the many problems that plagued Equestria. The happy expression she wore held a sense of pride at what she was doing to help other ponies, but also subtle humility in the knowledge that she was just a small part of something bigger.

It was a happiness that AJ could once appreciate and share, something that filled her to the brim with emotions unexplainable with simple words like ‘joy’, ‘pleasure’, or ‘ecstasy’. What she felt now though was revulsion as yet another thing she used cherish had been taken and twisted till it was no longer recognizable. The picture of the friend she once knew, an intelligent mare who did her best to protect those she could and help anyone in need, who did everything she could in order to maintain harmony in the kingdom, and never gave up even when all looked lost, was nearly decimated by it all. The squeals of delight that came from her obstructed mouth each time her pussy was thrust into, the layers of cum smeared over her face from where who knew how many males let loose their loads, and the ever increasing curvature of the ends of her lips as Ivangir came her way made it really difficult for AJ to see anything in Twilight that resembled the respectable mare she once knew.

AJ kept her eye on Twilight for as long as she could, catching a little more of the scene that was happening a few feet away. The two stallions fucking her stopped and removed themselves as Ivangir came up beside her, and with a sickeningly sultry smile Twilight looked up at the next male she would serve. The alicorn’s lips moved in a way that showed she was saying something to him, what it was AJ couldn’t tell over the other sounds flooding the room, but that ceased when Ivangir himself clasped her muzzle down with his hand.

“Save your flattery for a stag who gives a shit,” said Ivangir, loudly enough that Applejack could make it out as clearly as if he were right beside her, “If you want to please me with that mare mouth of yours, then there is only one way I want to see you do it.”

Twilight gave a slight nod, pleased as punch to be able to serve. This prompted Ivangir to release her, which in turn prompted her to open her mouth as far as she could. AJ knew what was about to happen, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away. If this was really what Twilight was like now, eager to swallow down the cocks of the very people who ruined Equestria, then she wanted to confirm it for herself. If she could catch even the slightest hint that Twilight didn’t enjoy what she was about to do, that would at least be something that Applejack could hold onto, and if not then it would be one more reason to believe that the purple mare was exactly what she made herself out to be. She hardly even heard the flapping wings about her as she watched the caribou’s cock head push into the alicorn’s mouth, but what it tried to warn her about could not be ignored.

“UGH!” A sudden, heavy pressure landed squarely on her stomach. The hefty mass pushing down on her abs gained her attention like nothing else, and with a turn of her head she met gazes with a pegasus using her body as a seat.

“Your cunt and ass might be spoken for,” said the pegasus, visibly upset that he wouldn’t be able to use the best parts of the mare he waited for, as he adjusted himself and set his legs against the two arm rest barriers to better straddle the mare, “But there are other things you can be used for.”

The stallion placed his cock in between AJ boobs and squashed the two mammaries together to cradle his most precious of areas, and without delay started moving his hips. The cock ran back and forth between her breasts, the tip of it vanishing inside of her mounds to reveal itself again with his next thrust forward. With the stallion on top of her moving around in the valley of her chest, Applejack didn’t bother to give Twilight another look. The pegasus was already mad, perhaps blaming Applejack for being inaccessible instead of the man who made her that way, and if she dared to ignore him punishment would follow. To avoid a slap to the face she kept an eye on the his dick, fixating on it, looking right into the hole that would be shooting hot, white cum on her. Occasionally he bucked his hips forward a little harder than usual, and the cock head ending up against her lips, almost pushing inside her mouth, but never quite getting inside.

The other males gathered round got some amusement from the tit-fucking they were being privy to, with other pegasi waiting for a chance that they might be able to swap places with the one on top of the dirt mare. Not all had the advantage of wings though, and were quite aware that there were other places in the party that would reward their impatience with more that the chance to lick the pussy of a famous mare. With the passing seconds the crowd became thinner, until just a few dozen dedicated stallions and casual viewers remained.

Letting his wings proudly expand to their full span, the pegasus made one final thrust and released himself. A veritable flood of seman shot out, pouring onto AJ’s chest, making a mess of the fur around her collarbone and spilling into the gap between her collar and neck. It made the small amount of space between the piece of leather and and her throat gunky, and added a disturbing discomfort to an already uncomfortable situation. Having gotten his rocks off though, the pegasus released the earth pony’s breasts.

“Ha… ha… not bad for a worthless dirt mare,” he said, a little exerted by all the work he put towards getting off, “At least you got a good set of tits, or else you’d be completely worthless.”

The pegasus flapped his wings tiredly, and another soon hovered over Applejack to take his place. Another stallion who she didn’t know to be added to a long list of nameless stallions who took pleasure from her. When he landed though, he didn’t go straight for her boobs like the other had, instead he bent over and went face to face with her. “Aren’t you a cute one.” The way this new pegasus looked at her gave AJ a creepy vibe, which in no way was made better when he slurped his tongue across her lips. “Come on, I want a kiss. Open that filthy mouth and let me inside.”

AJ, having no other options, gave in to the stallion’s command. She opened her muzzle wide, a moment later having the gross tongue enter inside and poke around like it was in search of something. Compared to a dick, the tongue was less disgusting, but held a higher level of violation. It could get itself into places that a solid piece of cylindrical meat couldn’t, prodding at the gums and slipping under her own tongue as it explored every area. More than a few times he would swirl around the oral muscle, every motion mixing his saliva with Applejack’s even more.

Eventually he broke away though, and took hold of the earth pony’s muzzle. “What is wrong with you? I’m putting my all into this, and you’re laying there like a dead fish.”

AJ hadn’t been putting a lot of effort into the kiss, forgetting that she had to participate in this due to the straps that kept her from being an active part of the things that were happening to her.

“Sorry, Ah was thinking about something else,” Applejack apologized through the pegasus’ fingers.

“Well there’s the problem, you were thinking.” the stallion said, poking her temple sharply with his index finger, “Now focus on the only thing that matters here: me.”

Not having the patience he had before, the stallion slipped his fingers into Applejack’s mane, pulling it hard. The pain of feeling a few of her follicles getting removed from her skull, along with her head wrenching backwards, made her mouth open again, and once more the male pony dove in to explore the orifice. In order to avoid any more issues, AJ started wriggling her tongue the instance she felt the pegasus touch it. She didn’t direct it to anywhere specific, randomly darting it around in any direction that she could touch anything. She got a strong taste of cranberry when her tongue occasionally entered his mouth, which might have been some wine that the stallion might have drunk earlier. It wasn’t terrible, at least being something slightly sweet to taste, but it did make her wonder if the stallion would have been as into the idea of an of the kiss if the flavor of another man’s penis permeated the inside her mouth.

The stallion didn’t seem to mind how she was at the moment though, as with her now being an active participant he was getting into it much more. Lying along AJ’s body, he started grinding up on her, pressing his cock against her stomach as if he was fucking her. The fur of her coat tickled the appendage, making it twitch and spasm as precum trickled out of it. Every pass made it poured more onto her, covering her in sticky fluids and the scent of his stallionhood. If this kept up, even with the few men that were waiting their turns for her, she would end up a mess before Ivangir got to her.

When the stallion pulled away again he looked much more pleased. “That was better. I wish that I could give you a proper reward.”

“Submission is it’s own reward,” AJ said, recalling what Twilight had said to Dainn earlier. It seemed to make the stallion happy, and to show his approval he allowed his hand to wander down her body, slipping it into the space between her legs and putting them inside her pussy. The earth mare felt her libido start up again as he moved his digits around, having died down a bit from lack of stimulation, and gave some light, demure pants at its return. This was supposed to be her reward for doing as she was told, seeing as the stallion couldn’t fuck her or even allow her to come to climax, so she gave him a small smile to acknowledge it.

“Now that’s not how a mare shows her gratitude,” He stated, adding a pinch to her swollen clit, “You need to tell me how much you appreciate what I’m doing. I might get offended if you don’t.”

The stallion was asking her for a bit more than she liked. This kind of self depreciation was the worst part of acting like a red. Treating her rapists like they had done her a favor by getting off inside her, or touching her in ways that would not be considered appropriate if not for the fall. It would be a simple thank you either, as most males believed that the proper way for a woman to show appreciation was by expressing how much better they were them. She could tolerate almost any amount of physical abuse, but the added degradation from having lower herself to their standards pushed an annoyance into the realm of humiliation.

“Thank ya kindly for fiddling with mah privates,” she forced herself to say, the smile fading slightly as the words left her lips, “It makes me feel… umm… well..”

“Come on spit it out,” the stallion drove his fingers as far up into her pussy as he could get them, causing AJ to move up to escape being stabbed by his fingernails.

How to finish the statement without giving a lie. She wished that she had time to have thought out her words before saying it. “It makes me feel dirty. Like you see me like a cum slut with no worth except for the parts of me that can get ya off.”

“That’s not wrong,” said the stallion, pumping his fingers a few more times before taking them out. Bringing his finger back up, he placed it in front of Applejack’s face, his index and middle finger covered in the secretions of her desire, “Now how about you show me how much of a slut you can be.”

After being mouth raped by the stallion, the thought of tasting her own sexual fluids didn’t bother her in the least. Better to taste something that came from a place she knew had been cleaned earlier than from a place that she couldn’t be sure where it had been. She easily lapped up the clear liquid, cringing when the taste hit her tongue before slurping it up without any further issues. Even when the stallion started pushing his fingers in her mouth and pulled them out to fuck her muzzle with them, she gave no sign of complaint. In no time at all his fingers were cleaned, and with that task completed the pegasus had ran out of things he could think of for the earth pony.

Ideas exhausted, the pegasus removed himself from the bound mare, but in his place four more stallions came to replace him. Unlike the two before them, none of these ones bothered to climb onto the chair and on top of her. They instead chose to encircle the device she was strapped in, examining AJ as she was as they wondered aloud what they could do with her.

“What to do with a mare you can’t properly fuck,” said one, “I guess we could keep teasing her twat.”

“No way am I going to keep a mare warmed up for some other guy if I’m not getting anything out of it,” said another, “Even if it is one of the council.”

“It does limit our options…” said a third, but then a sparkle appeared in his eye, “We could always test out her dirt mare endurance. See how much of a masochist she is with some playful punishment.”

“She would look pretty hot with some whip marks across her ass, and if we get that pussy nice and sore before Lord Ivangir gets to her… the screams she would make when he stick it in. I bet all of Canterlot would hear her.”

The stallions were overjoyed with the prospect of torturing her, tossing ideas back and forth about how to inflict agony on her in a way that would appease them. AJ could have cared less about their plans, seeing it as an inevitable conclusion for males that couldn’t use her for what they believed a woman was good for.

That didn’t matter though, she could take whatever they had to dish out. The only thing it made her worry about was Mac. If he was keeping an eye on her like he usually did in events like this, he would be none too happy to see her getting hurt. She hadn’t seen him around thus far, but she hadn’t been specifically looking for him either. Maybe he was around, or maybe he and Gunne where off doing something else entirely. It would have been better if he wasn’t around; she appreciated his concern and support, but she was aware at how much of a toll this took on him. He shouldn’t have to see her like this, having a dozen guys screwing her night after night with no end in sight. As long as he was her handler though, he would have it no other way. It was a degree of self sacrifice for a mare that she would never see in another male, which made her equally proud of her brother for being so noble and kind, and guilty for being the one to make him suffer for her sake. She would do anything to put an end to his anguish, but as it was it was out of her hands.

The four stallions removed the straps holding AJ down, and with them removed she sat up off the flat surface she had been laying on. “Are you ready for some well deserved pain, dirt mare?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” she replied without fear, placing her hooves on the floor. Whatever they had decided to do to her would preferable to being kept on edge all night, and for the first time that night she would be able to be completely honest to herself. Even red collars tended to scream when hurt. The stallions pointed in the direction that they wanted her to go, and without any qualms or dirty looks she started to head that way.

“AAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Ah…. ah… AH!” From behind Applejack, a loud string of cries rang out, hitting her with full force before petering out into silence, followed by a cheer. She recognized that scream, but had never heard it as loud or desperate as she had then. It was Twilight, and it sounded like she was in trouble. “Twilight!” Applejack called out while hastily spinning around. She wasn’t even sure why she did it, something about hearing that voice in such distress made her react in a way she hadn’t expected it would when considering how much the alicorn had changed. The parts of her revered morality and how Equestria use to be wanted to deny any attachment to Twilight, but this proved that AJ still cared for her, even if she had slipped so far.

“What’s the hold up?” one of the stallions asked, snatching up AJ by her collar ring so he could pull her to him.

AJ was frantic, still worried about what was happening to Twilight, and unable to adequately respond to the stallion’s question. For a moment she even considered shoving him aside so she could rush over to see what had happened beyond that large crowd blocking her view, but fortunately she didn’t have to.

“Now wait a minute,” one of the other stallions said, looking as if he had come up with another plan that would be more interesting than putting a red collar through sexual torment, “I think this mare is worried about what’s happening to her friend.”

“So?” the one holding her asked, “Who gives a fuck about what she cares about?”

“Well, it might be a good idea to ease her mind. Let her see her friend before we move on. Maybe let them have some quality time together so we can see how much they really care for one another.”

AJ understood the true motivations behind the obvious euphemism he was using, but she didn’t care. She wanted was to make sure Twilight was alright, and whatever happened afterwards she would take as it came. “Ah would be pleased as punch to show y’all how close me and Twilight are,” she blurted out behind a set of nervously grinning teeth, foregoing any attempt to construct her words in a way that would make the statement not be a lie, “Whatever makes y’all happy,”

With the one holding the ring on her collar now understanding other stallion’s plan, he directed the farm mare in the direction of the former princess by pulling the ring of her collar hard enough to force the non-resistant mare to walk, releasing it when momentum was gained, and then adding a push to her back for good measure. It was all unnecessary, she knew where she was heading, but she didn’t say a single word of objection to it. She had only one goal right now, and griping would make it take all that much longer for her to get to it.

Filled with a bit of determination she hadn’t felt in a while, she went up to the crowd around Twilight, ready to slip through the men and slave mares to get to the alicorn. Her own abuse was one thing, but when it came to someone doing the same to one of her friends or family, it was something else entirely. She wouldn’t let that stand, even if she had to take punishment instead, and if Twilight was actually in danger then it looked like Gunne was gonna have to give her a week as a public mare for what she was about to do.

“Make way!” said one of the stallions of her small accumulated following, “We got a horny lesbian slut that wants to have some fun with the princess!”

AJ cringed at that statement, but watched as the ponies blocking her path parted ways for her and those behind her when they saw it was another one of the elements coming to join in. Being able to enjoy the sexual acts of one of the former heroines was a treat, but two together was a rarity that few of the aristocratic ponies had the pleasure of beholding before.

They gave a fanfare of catcalls and whistles that had become a normal event for AJ during her time as a slave, many of the males having drunk themselves far past their limit till they no longer cared about upholding proper etiquette. AJ ignored the casual usage of words like “slut” and “whore”, and pressed herself forward without flinching as one of the rowdy unicorns levitated the remainder of his drink over her head and poured it into her onto her head, staining her lovely blonde braid with a splash of red wine. The only thing that gave her a moment’s pause was when she finally made it to the other side of those gawkers and saw what had happened to Twilight.

The alicorn looked dreadful, her head hanging limply over the side of her head rest with her eyes rolled up into her skull with all but the very bottom of her irises having retreated within, her tongue hanging limply from her gaping maw. The expertly stylized mane that Rarity put so much effort into had been ruffled till it became an unrecognizable mess of tangles and knots with clumps of semen oozing into it. The horn stump ring that she had been wearing had been knocked off, hanging loosely from the the chains attached to her nipple rings. Her chest heaved mightily as she gasped for air, each breath taxing as her overextended body recovered from whatever had happened to her. The one that had made her this way was still with her, taking satisfaction over his most recent of conquests, hilt deep inside Twilight, looking over his handiwork and rubbing his hand over a sizable bulge in her gut that was too big and rounded to be an outlining of his cock. That person being Ivangir.

His palm passed over the spot several times, petting it like one might do with a cat or a dog, while his face showed a malevolence that AJ had seen him wear plenty of times before. She knew he wasn’t done, and she picked up her leg in order to start a mad dash over to him to try and prevent what he was planning, but as she was already too late. It was as if her hoof acted as a signal for him to proceed, as when it touched down the caribou pressed down hard with one mighty thrust of his arm, collapsing the space within Twilight and leaving no room for what resided inside her to stay. The pressure built in a moment, and before AJ could lift her other leg an explosion of cum burst out of the alicorn’s stuffed pussy from around Ivangir’s still solid shaft.

The feeling of jism rushing to find any exit it could escape from, along with the sudden intense push from the caribou, brought Twilight screaming back to life. Her body shot into a state of rigidity, her legs bucking uselessly against bonds that matched the ones AJ had just gotten out of, and her spine creating an upward arch that had to be kept in check by the belts around her chest. Her once limp tongue stiffened, jutting out of her mouth as far as she could get it as she howled and twitched from the sensations that drowned out everything else around her.

The image stopped AJ right in her tracks. The horrendous spasms and wails coming from her friend shocked her to her core, horror setting in from seeing Twilight in a way she never imagined she would. Her body felt weak, her mouth dry, and her voice fell silent as she tried to call out to the alicorn. Torturous was the only way to describe it; to see someone she cared for, fought along side with, aided through the good times and the bad, and likewise was helped in return, in such condition. Yet as much as she wanted to look away the defilement of her friend continued to play out before her.

She remained frozen, muscles refusing to move and eyes refusing to shut, trapped in a moment of disbelief and awe at something she never thought she would see happen, until something jarred her. The hand of the stallion that pushed her before snapped her back to reality with another shove forward, and with that AJ was able to regain control of her faculties. What she had witnessed was still fresh in her mind, but the stabilizing herself and not falling to the floor took priority. With her senses restored, she gazed back at the stallion who shove her. The male pony pointed her onward towards Twilight. AJ obeyed, but she was beginning to find a point where she was being pushed too far.

As she and the other stallions got close, Ivangir became alerted to their presence. “If it isn’t my farm-bred fuck toy. They let you out much sooner than I thought they would.” he said while unsheathing himself from the bound mare he had used as a place to empty his balls, a torrent of seed spilling from Twilight’s voided vaginal passage now that his penis was no longer there to hold back the outward flow. The relief of pressure inside her allowed Twilight’s body to relax, and once more she laid limp in the device that held her. Ivangir, giving AJ a cursory check, took joy in her own abused and defiled appearance, “Heh, I like what you did with your hair. Red with blonde tips… Perhaps that handler of yours should make you dye it that way all the time. Really makes you look like the cum-slurping gutter slut we both know you are.”

AJ tilted her head downwards and trembled before the caribou as he took a few steps to stand in front of her. His imposing form towered over her, his posture and smirk dripping with smug superiority that wafting from him like a palpable aura of misogyny. The sheer amount of disrespect Ivangir held towards her, to all mares, no, all women in general, combined with the sight of Twilight’s stretched and used vagina slathered with the evidence of his lust was what caused her to quake. While she was sure he mistook it as fear, there was nothing but hatred flowing through her. What she would give for just one kick, to just once hurt him, or any caribou, like they had hurt so many others.

Her desire to send a devastating blow into the dick of the man before her only increased when he decided to lay his hands on her, gripping her skull so he could twist her head up to meet him eye to eye. “I know my dick is impressive, but my eyes are up here.” he said, “But that’s what you’re after, isn’t it. Couldn’t wait until I came and got you. The others must have teased and tormented that cunt of your so much that you’re at your limit. Are you here to beg me to shove my dick in you?”

This time AJ couldn’t hold back her look of anger. She gave Ivangir a death glare as strong as she had given anyone before, but it only made the caribou scoff at the irate earth mare. “There is that lovely face I remember,” said Ivangir as he bent down, placing his face in front of hers so he look her square in the eyes. He was trying to intimidate her, but she wasn’t going to let him. She wouldn’t even give a twitch of an eyelid to acknowledge attempt to make her show fear or weakness. Her bravado didn’t phase Ivangir one bit though, and in fact it only made him that much more pleased with the situation. “That use to turn me on so much when I first had you. It’s almost like you’re doing it on purpose so I will impale you on my dick. Was that your plan? Then why don’t you work for it then.”

Ivangir started to push down on the top of the mare’s head, putting legitimate effort into making her crumple up in the presence of his strength. AJ locked her joints immediately upon feeling the pressure being applied to her, her own power being the only thing keeping her standing when faced with a man more than twice her size doing his best to force her to fall to her knees. It didn’t come easy, as all the weight was put directly onto her spine and legs, but she bared the pain and refused to give into the vile male in this test of strength.

However, AJ already knew she wouldn’t win out in the end. She and Ivangir had played this game before, and she had always been the loser in the past as well. She could tough out the pain, perhaps even outlast Ivangir on pure stubbornness, but the caribou would never allow a female to beat him. Aware as she was of what would come, she stayed standing, keeping an eye for the moment he would make his move, which considering the amount of people that were watching she figured wouldn’t take long. She was right, and within half a minute of small contest the caribou lifted his leg and shot it forward.

The target of his blow was easy to deduce considering the amount of times he had done this to punish her for not simply giving in. He was going to kick the back of her leg at the joint in order to force her leg to bend and make her lose balance. She could take it, but in this instance it would prove nothing. Being forced on her knees would get the same results no matter how it happened, and the crowd would laugh at her for being kicked into submission instead of seeing it as Ivangir having to kick her to make her fall. Being that there was no other way around it, AJ unlocked her legs of her own accord, and let Ivangir’s weight push her down to the floor.

Relenting to his strength didn’t stop the kick from following through though, but it did change its destination. Instead of having it hit her leg, which might have given her a limp for the rest of the evening, the hoof connected into her side. While it was a better choice to receive a blow, the attack still wasn’t any more pleasant when it connected. She managed to make the best of it, doing little more than letting a huff of breath get knocked out as she resisted the urge to yelp, but there was a good chance that she was going to have a decent sized bruise before the night was over.

Ivangir didn’t waste a moment before continuing. He didn’t care that he had missed his mark, only that he had given the mare a punishment for her defiance and that she was on her knees. Still clutching her head, he pulled back to place her muzzle up to his dick for the second time that night. “Tell me how much you want to swallow my cock. Since you’re a red collar you must be aching to chug down my cum.”

AJ didn’t have any more desire to suck the stag’s dick than she did earlier, but she didn’t have the ability to object in the position she was in. Ivangir was moving his hips so her lips were being brushed by his flared cockhead, and if she tried to say anything it could be slipped inside easily. Instead she lifted her arms up and placed her hands on his shaft so she could move it away, but the slick fluids that coated it cause her hands to slide down it instead.

Perceiving the mare’s loose hold as a stroke of his cock, Ivangir pulled her away and twisted her head upwards to look at him once more. “Not so fast you cum craving cunt. You don’t get to touch my dick until I say so, and I’m not ready for you yet.” The caribou casually tossed Applejack to the ground, very pleased with himself to have an opportunity to treat her like he used to.

To those around him, Ivangir’s acts of violence towards the mare were warranted. She had given him the kind of look more often seen from disobedient black collars, and had foolishly tried to go against his power. Then, when the thing she was after there in front of her, she went for it without being given any sort of permission beforehand. For a red collar, she was acting a bit too willful in the face of one of the most important caribou in the world. Not that a red collar having small fits of poor behavior or attitude was unheard of, but when it happened the appropriate measures had to be taken to make sure that they didn’t stray too far out of line. Ivangir, as far as they believed, was entirely in the right. The stag wasn’t done yet either, his desire to torment Applejack not yet fulfilled. He strode up aside her, standing on the side where he had hit her before and waiting as she picked her up. Another kick would be just what she needed to see where she stood in life, and what he needed to affirm his superiority.

He reared back his leg, ready to deliver a blow the farm-bred mare would not soon forget. Before he could deliver it though, Ivangir felt himself grabbed by the shoulder and turned away as he went to deliver the blow. It took him a moment to acknowledge what had happened to him, and even more time to regain his balance as his shot went wild, The audacity of it all, that someone would get in his way when he was busy enjoying himself. Ivangir whipped around to see just who had the balls to stop him from punishing a disrespectful mare, and was greeted by a red stallion with blonde hair.

“Ah think she’s gotten the point.” said Mac, having pushed through the crowd when Ivangir had gone so far as to physically harm his sister. He had been vigilantly watching his sister’s every move since she had entered the banquet hall, and had been ready to step in if anything were to happen to her that he felt went beyond the scope of her obligations. Acting as someone’s punching bag certainly fell into that category.

“And who the fuck are you to say when this dirt mare has had enough?” Ivangir questioned, never having met this stallion before and curious as to who would oppose his physical abuse of a mare when everyone at a function like this should have been under the influence of the relic the caribou had claimed from the Crystal Empire.

“I’m that mare’s handler,” Mac answered, “She’s mah responsibility and to some degree mah property.

“Ooooooohhhhh,” Ivangir’s smirk returned, and widened till all on his teeth were revealed, “So you’re the mentally deficient stallion they sent this rut slut to. Seems like she needs a bit more work, seeing as she’s not giving me the amount of respect I deserve.”

Mac went over to Applejack, offering his hand to help her up, which she gladly accepted. “I’ve been watching her like a hawk and Ah know she didn’t open her mouth to say a single word to ya, disrespectful or otherwise. Ya just started pushing her around without any reason.”

“She’s a mare, and I think it’s funny when she put up her pathetic attempts of a struggle.” the caribou scoffed, “That’s reason enough for me.”

Mac ignored the last bit that Ivangir felt he needed to add to the conversation, and proceeding to get AJ upright. “Are ya okay?”

“I’m fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me is all.” AJ said, concealing the ache that was still persisting in her side. She was sure it would stop hurting by the evening’s end, fighting the various things that she had in the past giving her a pretty good gauge on when she would recover from an attack, and Mac didn’t need another thing to worry about.

“Good, then be a good girl and let me handle this,” Mac replied before addressing the issue that was the caribou behind him again, “Now, if mah mare offended ya in any way then Ah will deal with her mahself later when Ah get her home. That aside, you declared earlier that no one else could have sex with her but you tonight. Is that right?”

“I sure did,“ said Ivangir, “Why? Have you been getting complaints?”

“No, but if I’m understanding things right then ya also said that aside from sticking their dicks in her, they could do what they wanted. Is that right too?”

“I don’t see why any of this is important.” said Ivangir, wanting to dismiss Mac. He didn’t really consider a stallion who was considered mentally deficient a man, since it meant that they were stallions who thought females should be treated equal, but weren’t switched on the single merit of them following the laws and not causing trouble.

“Well if they can’t fuck her at all then Ah don’t see any reason to not take her off to the side and have her sit ‘til you’re ready for her. There’s not much for the others if they can’t watch her straddle a sex toy or they can’t use her body in anyway. They could have fun torturing her, Ah guess, but then I’d have one less mare working tomorrow at mah farm and I’m not about to let a few horny stallions cut into mah business.”

Ivangir groaned a little, but decided to answer the stallion. “Yes, I said they couldn’t use her holes, but could do anything else to her.” As much as he wanted her more interesting parts to himself, the thought of a mare, Applejack in particular, not being molested and used for her proper purpose sickened him.

“Well then, ya have been getting in the way of that for the past few minutes because ya wouldn’t let mah mare get a word in edgewise.” Mac put a hand on AJ’s shoulder, and gently brought her forward, “AJ, please tell,” Mac paused for a split second, having to choke out what he would say next, “Lord Ivangir what those men were planning on doing with ya, and be polite about it.”

AJ took a few steps towards Ivangir so she could stand before him again, swallowing her pride to adhere to her brother’s request. She could make herself look bad, but she wasn’t about to ruin the reputation her brother had built up. “Lord Ivangir, the men that were using me thought it would be entertaining if Ah had some fun with Twilight.” she said, still a little worried for the purple alicorn as she still

Ivangir thought about it, but didn’t need to think hard. Watching two females go at it was always a pleasant sight, and the idea of watching one of his favorite playthings go face first into another mare’s snatch was an irresistible notion. “Fine, go ahead, but I’d like to make it a bit more interesting. You can play with your little friend all you want, but you’re only allowed to use your mouth.

“Sure thing… Lord Ivangir...” said AJ. The request limited what she could do, pretty much narrowing it down to kissing, licking, and sucking.

“And you better do it right,” Ivangir added, “If I don’t hear that alicorn bitch cumming before I get bored then you’re gonna have to answer for it later.”

“I’m sure that AJ well do just fine so long as ya don’t do anything to interfere,” Mac said, coming to his sister’s defense in a way he had never expected that he would.

“We’ll see about that.” Ivangir gave a cursory glance at the red-collared alicorn he was enjoying before he was so rudely interrupted by the dirt pony mare, and was equal parts proud of his own sexual prowess and disappointed with the mare to find she had drifted off into unconsciousness. Going up to her, he brought his hand up briefly, only to bring it back down and land a powerful slap across her slimy, exposed pussy lips.

Twilight woke with a start, letting her pain be known. The stag had smacked her so hard that an imprint covered the entirety of her crotch, coating the purple skin with red as the blood in her body having rushed to the point of impact. With her senses so sharply returned to her, especially her sense of feeling, Twilight showed little appreciation for her rude awakening, that established where she was and who she was in the presence of.

“Lord Ivangir,” she said, “That… was… amazing!” The alicorn wore her enthusiasm towards what the caribou had done to her with pride, showing it off to all around her like a school filly who had just got a fancy new pair of hair ribbons. “You were so forceful, and strong. I haven’t ever been fucked so hard before, even by Spike.”

“I can’t say the same about your performance,” said Ivangir, moving around to the mare’s top half, “You passed out after one go, and you alicorns are suppose to be so special. Ha, you’re no better than any of the other pony slaves I’ve taken before.”

“I’m sorry Lord Ivangir,” Twilight started, lowering her head as he came near, “My failure only further proves that it doesn’t matter if you are an earth pony, pegasus, unicorn, or even an alicorn, a female is prone to failure.”

“Heh, at least you know you’re useless.” Ivangir cupped the hand he used to slap her, covered in a mixture of fluids from both himself and Twilight, before her lowered muzzle. Without a single word to prompt her, she lowered her mouth and partook of the gunk presented before her. The combination of her self-debasing words and her willingness to guzzle down the gooey substance put in front of her was a good trait to see in any woman, but he was more interested in making sure another mare was put in her place. “And for being a less stupid female, you deserve a reward.”

Twilight’s ears perked up when told she would be rewarded for her good behavior, reminding Mac of a dog being promised a treat for doing a trick. How they had gotten such an intelligent mare like her to act like that was baffling, and if there was any mare who should know her own worth it was Twilight Sparkle. He wished he knew what could have made her turn like she had, but he felt it was something that he wouldn’t be able to understand even if he did know.

“Hey, Applebitch!” yelled ivangir, “Get your ass over here!” AJ and Mac exchanged one last glance, sharing sentiments of concern, encouragement, and reassurance within an exchange of expressions. It took AJ’s initiative to end it, as she broke away and headed to what awaited her. All Mac could do was stand and watch as his sister bravely did what he couldn’t. Often he wished he could take her place, to have her go free while he bared the brunt of the punishment, but even if that was how he felt the caribou would never allow that. They would only laugh at the idea of it or, worse, just have him join alongside her. As usual, all he could do was sit at the sidelines and watch.

From where he stood, he watched AJ fulfill the task that Ivangir obligated her with, placing her arms behind her back and clasping her hands together so she wouldn’t be tempted in any way to use them. Slowly she knelt down before her friend, who watched on with glee as discovered what her reward was to be. It didn’t take too long for Applejack to press her lips into the sperm-spewing hole between the Alicorn’s legs, doing what she had been told to do by lapping at it to remove the white globs.

With the short pauses and involuntary scrunching of her nose, Mac could tell there was nothing pleasant about her end of this, that the sexual secretions that AJ was slurping up both smelled and tasted horrid, but wasn’t letting that stop her from doing so until there was nothing left of the substance. Those gathered round showed their appreciation for her efforts, spouting their words of ‘encouragement’ and ‘praise’ to what they perceived as a red collar acting like a red collar. The clydesdale stuck around to watch for just a minute, just long enough to see that AJ had things under control, then turned around to slip back into the crowd.

“Hey!” He heard, making him stop just short of the border created by men and women watching. He didn’t even have to turn back to know it was Ivangir trying to get his attention, “Aren’t you going to stick around and watch your precious mare make this alicorn cunt climax all over her face.”

Mac turned his head partially, just enough to get Ivangir in his peripherals, and calmly said to him, “There’s no need to. Ah’ve seen this so many times by now that it’s become dull.” Mac said no more after that, and slipped back into the crowd. On his way out he could swear he Ivangir said something in response to him, but couldn’t make out anything specific. He let himself believe that he was saying something about what Twilight and AJ were doing, lest he be tempted to cause a scene.

When he made it to the other side of the men and mares eagerly watching his sister diminish her self respect by orally pleasuring another mare in public, he was met by a certain caribou standing in his path, arms crossed and carrying a stern look.

“I can’t believe you just tried to scold one of the highest ranking caribou in the kingdom.” said Gunne.

Mac could understand what he was saying; Ivangir was a powerful man to make an enemy of, but he couldn’t stand idly by as Applejack got the snot kicked out of her. He was lucky that AJ said she was fine, else he might’ve even went to blows over it.

“Are ya gonna lecture me about how I shouldn’t step when another man decides he wants to punch her,” asked the stallion, feeling that was what was about to come.

“Lecture you?” Gunne questioned, “I was actually about to congratulate you.” As usual, the caribou had a knack for bewildering the clydesdale, catching him off guard with this strange attitude. “I knew that you had more nerve than you usually let people see, and while not it’s not exactly the smartest thing to try and go up against one of the council, no one who witnessed that can deny that you have guts for doing so.”

“And ya don’t think Ivangir will try to get revenge on me for it?” Mac needed to know if he’d have to watch his back even more than he usually did later down the road.

“Do you think that someone of Lord Ivangir’s stature would really care about the words of some random pony who lives in the middle of nowhere?” Gunne replied, “My small experiences in his presence have shown that he is a bit rough around the edges, but I assume that part of that is him following the superstition about me. I doubt he is a petty person who would go after another man at the first slight made against him. Just try not to make it a habit of going after council members to challenge them. Courageous as it might be, there is often a thin line between bravery and stupidity.”

Gunne took Mac by the shoulder and guided him back to where they were standing before Mac left his side to help Applejack, since it was a decent vantage point to watch what was happening to her without making her aware that they were doing so. This was why Mac had picked it out to begin with; AJ didn’t need any additional distractions.

“So ya don’t think what Ah did was wrong?” Mac was still a little confused, and just wanted some confirmation from Gunne to make sure.

“If I had thought you were doing something bad, I would have stopped you myself. It is one of my priorities to make sure you don’t ruin your life with some brash action.” Gunne gave a bit of a chuckle to that notion, having to act as Mac’s personal guardian angel, “But a stallion preventing someone from beating a mare he has claim in and considers his prized slave? I see no problem in that.”

Mac was glad that Gunne was seeing this as what it was and wasn’t making a big deal out of it, though he had small reservations in the caribou referring to it in the terms of a slave and master relationship. It was his way of making what Mac did fit within his worldview, but it did make Mac’s motivations seem impure when described in that manner, like he wasn’t defending AJ because she was his sister or it was the right thing to do, but instead protecting an investment.

“I chose to see this as a good thing,” Gunne added, “A step forward to you being the kind of man I know you can be. One with a dignity for himself, a take charge attitude, and can handle his mares as well as anyone el-” Gunne cut his sentence short, stopping his stride in the process.

“Something wrong?” Mac asked, picking up on the odd behavior.

“Not at all,” Gunne said, turning his head as if tracing something through the abundant amount of people in the room, “But I think I just caught trace of a griffon official I hadn’t spoken to yet. Do you mind if I…?”

“Go ahead,” Mac said, “But I’m going to stay here in case Ivangir tries to do something funny again.”

“I thought you might say that, and I expect no less from a stallion as dedicated to his slave such as yourself. Now excuse me, this shouldn’t take too long.”

Gunne went into light jog, Mac believing that he didn’t want to lose track of whoever he was after in the myriad of people enjoying the festivities the gala offered. This wasn’t exactly what he had promised the event would be like, this making the second time the caribou had ditched him, but just as Gunne chose to see Mac’s actions as a good thing, Mac chose to return the sentiment. Leaving him alone meant that the caribou trusted his judgement, as if he thought Mac would fly off the handle at any moment he would surely be watching him like a hawk. That was reassuring, at least a little, since it did mean that Gunne respected the clydesdale enough to believe that he didn’t need babysat. The irony of it wasn’t lost on him as he turned to return to keep an eye on AJ, though he did feel the circumstances were a bit different in that case.

However, he could only take one step before he realized that there was a stallion standing in his path. With all the people at the event, Mac had been slipping around and ducking past others all night as they meandered from one sexual thrill to another, but this stallion wasn’t just obstructing his path on a chance, he was there intentionally. Mac could see it in the way he was approaching, the intrigue in the way the stallion looked at him, and in the fact that he wasn’t dragging along some hapless or horny mare along by her collar.

“Hey there,” the blue-maned, white unicorn casually addressed Mac, “Mind if you and I chat for a while?” Mac could only stare as the stallion showed direct interest in him, hoping he was actually talking to someone behind him, but knowing that wasn’t the case. “Oh, how rude of me, I haven’t even introduced myself yet. I’m Shining Armor, and if I’m right, you’re Big Macintosh.”