Fall of Equestria: Bruised Apples

"Hey! Go on! Get!" Mac yelled at the large, lumbering creature approaching his sister. It was after midnight, he was tired from his share of farm work and lack of rest, but he was dead set on stopping the beast’s advances on his sister, even though he had agreed to stake AJ out for it.

The warbeast, hearing the stallion's commanding tone, stopped in its tracks. It was trained to respond to the orders of powerful males, and the memory of how the red stallion had stopped its rampage that morning was still fresh. The temptations of its urges were outweighed for now and it backed away from the mare, moving to lay down in the grass a short ways away.

"Ya know, ya don't have to do this Mac." Said Applejack as she sat tethered to a post dug into the ground. "Ah can handle that thar critter and if things take a turn for the worse I'll untie mah self"

"Don't ya dare." Mac said from the fence he was leaning against. "After the stunt you pulled today the last thing Ah need is for somepony to accuse you of abusing a warbeast or trying to run away. Ya just lay down, get some sleep, and let your big brother take care of everything."

"Let your big brother take care of everything." It wasn't a phrase Mac was used to saying. Back before the caribou, he had left a lot of the work like scheduling harvests and balancing the budget to either Applejack or Granny Smith, preferring to live the simple life of farm hand. Pulling plows, collecting apples and bailing hay just seemed easier for a pony of his build.

It wasn't just him that had to worry about extra work, either. Many jobs that used to be run by mares had to be filled and since there were more mares than stallions in Equestria it seemed to Mac like an impossible task. The caribou would probably say it all balanced out, since the mares were used in some other way that would "help Equestria", from sex slaves to slave labor, but Mac wondered how much solace that would give the now all-male weather team the next time they had to get water to Cloudsdale.

As he sat there watching his sister like a hawk, thinking of her earlier troublemaking, an idea came to Big Mac. He didn't like it, but knew he had to address it before things got any worse. "AJ... I'm pushing your next day to tomorrow." He said sternly, looking away from his sibling.

"Next day? What does that mean?" Applejack replied.

"Ya know exactly what Ah mean." Mac answered, still keeping his eyes from contacting with AJ's, not wanting her to see the shame on his face.

AJ pondered on what he meant, it finally dawning on her after a minute. "Come on Mac, Ah still have another week before that!"

"It doesn't matter. I'm willing to bet that by the time we brought in the harvest from field twelve everypony in Ponyville heard about what ya did to Noteworthy. That caribou might'a let ya off the hook, but that was a miracle that we can't count on again if somepony spreads rumors all the way to Canterlot. You’re gonna have to let them..." Mac stopped, too modest a stallion to say what was on the tip of his tongue. "Why d'ya let them get to ya like that? Ya know that every time ya get some fool idea in your head about getting back at them it just makes things worse for the whole family."

Applejack's brow furrowed. She didn't regret for a second what she did, only that it went further than she had expected. "Ya weren't there Mac. Those jerks were bringing up the other mares in our family, calling them names, saying they were sluts and whores." The mare was exaggerating, her bias against the stallions skewing her memories. To her though it was the honest truth, and no pony in Equestria could convince her otherwise.

"I'm sure they did..." Mac said, willing to believe anything AJ said since he knew, without a doubt, that his sister would never lie, especially to him. "But we can't let 'em ruin what we have here. It's not just us anymore, we have Daisy, Lily and Carrot Top to worry about too." Mac said that, but if he had known at the time that Noteworthy was talking bad about his cousins, aunts and nieces on top of him striking AJ with a rock the blue stallion probably would've lost a few teeth for the slight. Mac cared about his family more than anything and the female Apples already had it hard enough without their names being besmirched.

"Ya forgot Roseluck." Applejack said, getting Mac's raised eyebrow in response. "Yeah you're right, fuck her." The mare then gave an embarrassed expression as she noticed the way she phrased her statement. "Consarn it, ya know what Ah mean."

"All I'm saying is that if you cause enough trouble to get y'allself taken away then it'll reflect on me as your handler and they might go as far as to remove everypony from mah care." Thinking back to the day the other mares first arrived he could clearly recall how timid and frightened Daisy was, how she would've done anything just to assure that she didn't get taken back to the place she came.

As much he respected Applejack's stance on her own abuse he couldn't in good conscience allow anything that would jeopardize the flower mare's safety. "We need to earn back some points, and ah think the best way to do that is with nice, humble, willing apology in the form of you allowing some stallions to..." Again his modesty forbade Mac from uttering the word. "Use you."

"Willing!?" The very idea that she would be a willing participant, or even pretending that she was willing, as stallions took her in any way they saw fit offended AJ to no end. Stallions had used her before, more times than she cared to remember, but she’d always made it clear that she wanted no part of it.

Mac would even have to tie down her arms and legs during the days stallions fucked her, more for their safety as they were always afraid she might kick, and the entire town knew that was no joke. There were still rumors floating around about how she left a sizable dent in the armor of a caribou soldier just moments before another one took her out of commission and placed on her neck the uncomfortable black, seamless collar that she bore to this very day.

“Well ya might as well ask me to parade mahself around town and beg everypony to cum directly in my mouth! The nerve of ya, suggesting something like that.” Applejack’s anger flared a Mac, to think that those words could come out of her brother’s lips. If she was close to him at that very moment she would of gave a sock in the arm for bringing up something so stupid.

“AJ, please.” Mac raised his arms and motioned for her to lower her voice. The only pony within listening distance was Fluttershy at her animal farm, but for all he knew she could have a “visitor”. Better not to take any chances.

“Ya know I’ve already had to deal with enough hassle just yesterday alone to make up for the whole week!” Applejack continued, keeping her voice raised. “Can’t we just hold off ‘til the day we planned?! It’s not like it really matters to them! A fuck’s a fuck and they know they’ll get it sooner or later!”

Mac took a deep breath, calming himself as AJ’s attitude was starting to get to him, already being a bit irritated from his lack of sleep. She was right in some ways, but now was not the time or place to voice her opinions. “Look… It’s either that or I’ll have to take you to town and show everypony that Ah can keep you in check by publicly punishing you.” Mac said sadly. “And I really don’t want to do that again… Not so soon.”

Applejack’s resistance crumbled at Mac’s sorrowful tone. Sometimes she forgot that Mac was hurting more over this than even she was. He didn’t want to hurt her, or let others treat her like some cheap whore, he was just doing what he felt would keep her from being mistreated like so many mares across Equestria. “Ok… if you really think this will help…” AJ hung her head, even though she knew it was for the best it was still hard to accept. “I’ll do it.”

The following morning Mac headed down the road to Fluttershy’s farm, tightly gripping a length of rope that went around the neck of the warbeast that had tried to take up residence on his land. The creature didn’t put up much of a fuss when he tied it on, only shuffling around a bit as the stallion pulled on the rope to make sure it was on securely. In fact it acted pretty docile as it allowed Mac to lead it where he wanted, much to the contrary of its wild fury the day before.

In this way the beast seemed like a gentle giant, but Mac knew that the caribou used them as terrifying instruments of war. It made him wonder what their true nature was. Were they destructive monsters that the caribou have trained to submit, or had they taken docile animals and turned them into weapons? Either way it was a testament to what the caribou could do to any living being if given enough time.

Making his way up a small hill Mac stopped as he reached the entrance to the outer fence of the animal farm, finding that the latch to it was broken, as if it was forced open, and hastily placed back on. “Ah guess this is your doing.” The stallion said rhetorically, looking back at the beast behind his back. The warbeast shook his entire body, as if it was responding to him, which even Mac had to chuckle at. “Let’s get you back in your pen.”

Pushing the gate open Mac stepped into the farm, looking around to see if he could find Fluttershy before entering, not wanting to stay longer than he had to. Not because of the pegasus herself, though the now open knowledge about her activities with the creatures she kept at her old cottage didn’t help.

No, the issue Mac had was that Fluttershy’s farm was one of the places that the caribou and corrupted stallions sent disobedient slave mares to be punished, having the former element of kindness allow the beasts in her care to mate with them. What made it worse was that Fluttershy actively participated in the act, joining in to show the other mares how “fulfilling” it was to help the animals by bringing themselves down to their level. It was a side of the mare Mac wished he had never seen, but he could easily blame on the caribou’s influence over her.

Not seeing the mare, Mac went through the gate and was instantly hit with the loud sounds of feminine moaning, making the warbeast riled up and forcing the stallion to wrangle it in his arms to get it to settle. “Now how’d Ah forget about that?” Mac scolded himself.

Not long after the animal farm was established the sounds of mares crying out, in both ecstasy and agony, as well as beastial grunts and groans could be heard resonating from it almost constantly. It was so much that Mac found it difficult to concentrate or get a decent night’s rest. After a few weeks he found himself resorting to sending a letter to Canterlot demanding that the caribou do something about it.

While he would’ve preferred they moved the farm altogether, they did at least put up a magic barrier to block out the sound and make sure he wouldn’t be disturbed. Seeing that his complaint was responded to was what eventually lead him to requesting help on the farm, which as much as he hated to admit was what he needed to run the farm as it was.

Pressing forward Mac tried to avoid looking at anything that would offend him, but found it incredibly difficult as he moved through the farm that was drastically different from his own. While his was, for the most part, the image of a normal pre-caribou farm save for the bondage-themed farm equipment and the tentacle pods filling a whole field, this one was the very embodiment of the new order.

Corrals of mares, wearing collars of red, black, and even purple, practically surrounded the stallion, many of which accompanied by creatures that were brought to Equestria from the caribou homeland that were in the midst of attempting to copulate with them. Several of the mares showed a bulge in their stomach indicating that they were carrying some monstrous spawn inside them. He laid his eyes on a particularly horrified looking black collar earth pony touching her belly in complete disbelief that this was her reality. Damning his slight curiosity Mac shut his eyes tight as he turned away, only opening them once he had passed.

Not wanting to let his eyes linger on another scene such as that Mac instead sent his attention to the assortment of signs posted all around the farm, each bearing words of propaganda and discouragement. Postings that said things such as “Females are less than beasts” or “Obedience is its own reward” could be found nailed into almost any solid surface or put on posts that stuck out of the ground in places the prisoners of this place were sure to see them. He found one inside a corral full of purple collars that said “If you can still read this you’re not ready yet” to be especially insulting.

Mac eventually passed by a row of cages with barred doors, not too different from the one AJ was forced to sleep in at night. Many of them were unoccupied, but a few held the mares who weren’t currently out with the beasts, instead stuffed into the containers that were a size or two too small for them.

His patience for searching through the horrors of this place running out, Mac decided to address one of the caged mares. “Excuse me, do ya know where Ah can find Fluttershy?” He asked.

The question prompted the mare to get close to the door of the cage, sitting on her knees as she placed her hands on the ground before her.

“Arf! Arf!” The mare barked at the stallion, letting her tongue hang out of her mouth as she panted heavily in attempt to mimic a dog. Mac could only cover his face in frustration, that was until he heard a more welcoming reply.

“Don’t let that one bother ya Mac. She’s just acting like that to please her master.” Mac heard from the cage right next to the barking mare. Stepping sideways a little the stallion spotted the source of the familiar voice.

There, curled up sideways with her back pressed against the wall of the small metal cell and wearing an expression of cold defiance that would put AJ’s to shame, was Fiddly Faddle, one of Mac’s distant cousins. Mac’s eyes narrowed as he took in the yellow furred, blue maned mare. He had no clue that one of his kin were being held here in this horrible place, and the thought of a family member being forced into bestiality or being bred like the mare he saw earlier made the stallion feel sickly.

Dropping down on one knee, Mac released the hold he had on the rope he was leading the war beast with and gripped the bars in his strong hands. If he felt he could get away with it he would yank the door right off its hinges, pull Fiddly out of the metal box and let her make a run for it. As things were though, it’d probably end with Fiddly getting re-captured within the month and Mac facing a multitude of horrible things. But still, knowing that another in his family was going through something like this, and so close to his home, was devastating.

Fiddly’s frigidness gave way as she watched the large stallion tremble, causing the door to her prison to rattle. “Hey wait a minute there big fella, what’cha doing worrying about lil ol’ me.” The earth mare said sliding closer to Mac, placing a hand on his. “I’m doin just fine. Got me one of them thar fancy black neck pieces and everything. Mite bit uncomfortable, but me and the gals back home think of them as symbols. Ya know, of our pride as part of the Apple family. Just a reminder that we ain’t gonna let no caribou get us down.”

Mac relaxed a bit, Fiddly’s words not exactly comforting, but at least the idea that most of his kin were were not simply letting themselves be swept up in the event of the fall was encouraging. It had honestly been some time since he had heard from any of them and he wasn’t sure exactly what was going on outside of Ponyville.

Yet there was still a question that Mac had to ask. “What’re ya even doing here?”

“Well it’s the darndest thing,” Fiddly replied “One day I’m on mah ‘master’s’ farm, doing mah chores and trying to keep mah head down, next thing ah know he wrangles me up, stuffs me in a crate and ships me off to this nut house. Said something ‘bout learning Ah was related to ‘Ponyville's most resistant mare'. Figure that he was talking about cousin Applejack.”

Mac knew without a doubt that was the case. Applejack had a reputation of being one of the most defiant mares in all of Equestria, even if she was compliant when it came to her farm work. “So they just sent you here because she’s the one acting out, even though you were doing what you were supposed to? That doesn’t seem very fair.”

“Mac, when since the caribou arrived has any stallion cared ‘bout being fair?” Replied Fiddly, making Mac feel a bit stupid for saying what he said. “But that brings something up. You don’t seem to be like the rest; how come?”

“Ah don’t know…. just ‘lucky’ Ah guess…” Mac said. Sometimes he wondered if that were true, that perhaps it would’ve been easier if he just turned like the other stallions. But if not for his odd “condition”, as the caribou called it, his immediate family would be even worse off than they were. Not wanting to dwell on that thought he changed the topic. “Ya said that there are more of our kin where’ya came from?”

“A few…” Replied Fiddly, rubbing her arm as she looked away.

“How many? Who? Are they doing ok?” Mac rapidly fired off his questions. This was the first time he had heard anything of his relatives outside Ponyville, and it was important for him to know that they were doing fine, at least fine considering the circumstances.

Fiddly’s mood, however, seemed to worsen with each thing asked of her. “Mac… there are some things that are best not knowing ‘bout.”

That answer didn’t satisfy the stallion one bit, but before he could inquire further the sound of heavy hoofsteps could be heard approaching the two ponies. “Oh no… he’s coming,” Said Fiddly, immediately scooting herself as far back in the cage as possible in hopes that whoever she was speaking about wouldn’t see her and pass over to some other mare.

Mac tried to back away from the cage himself, but as he did a hand landed on his shoulder. It felt too large to be that of an average pony, so even without looking he could assume what it belonged to. Turning his head to confirm he was correct, he was met by the visage of a brutish-looking caribou.

Not saying a word, the creature stuck out a thumb and gestured for the stallion to rise. Mac complied, standing straight up before being lightly nudged away from Fiddly. Next the silent caribou pulled a set of keys off his belt, using one to unlock the door, and reached inside to grab the closest part of the earth mare’s body that he could get a hold of, which happened to be her tail. With a powerful yank, accompanied by a loud yelp from Fiddly, the mare came flying out, skidding across the grass so hard it stained parts of her coat green on contact.

“Umm…. Ah hate to interrupt,” Mac said, hoping that he might distract the male, if only for a few moments to delay whatever he had planned for Fiddly. “But do you work here?” The question was legitimate, as the very few times Mac had been to the animal farm he had never seen this caribou before.

The caribou, unabated in his task, only gave a nod as he wrapped a finger around the inside of the loop ring in Fiddly’s collar, forcing her up to her knees by it a bit before pulling down to force her to stop herself with her hands.

“Well one of the warbeasts got out of your pens and onto mah land yesterday. Ah brought it back.” Mac said pointing to the beast, which had only wandered a few feet away.

Attaching a leash to the ring around the mare’s neck as he followed the stallion’s finger, the caribou gave another nod. Touching his own chest he pointed to the warbeast before touching Mac’s and pointed to the farm’s barn. Mac gave him a confused look, which in turn made the caribou repeat the gesture towards the barn, but more aggressively this time.

“Ya…. want me to go inside there?” Mac reasoned, getting a nod in return. “Well, ok… but I can’t stay long. Ah got things to do mahself.”

The caribou didn’t respond this time, seeing that the stallion got the message, and instead went to collect the warbeast as he pulled Fiddly along. The mare, crawling behind the dominating creature, took a moment to give Mac one last long look before giving her full attention to the holder of her leash.

It really didn’t seem to Mac that Fiddly was very resistant to what was going on, to a point that it was odd to him that she wasn’t a red collar. Then he thought that perhaps it was more her attitude that kept her that way instead of her actions. That her master could see that acceptance wasn’t the same as being willing and that if she had a choice she would rather things go back to the way they use to be. If that was the case then the amount of dedication it took to be worthy of wearing the symbols of submission was not something a normal pony could easily do and he wondered how Cheerilee could manage doing what she has to without losing herself in the process.

Dismissing that thought Mac headed for the door that the caribou had pointed to, wanting to get whatever he wanted done as quickly as possible so he could leave this place. Once there he opened it and entered to find that it led into a housing section much like the one at his own barn, except that it was filled with equipment and supplies needed to raise animals instead of furnishings that would be necessary for a pony to live comfortably.

Expecting a wait as the caribou dealt with the matter of the unpenned warbeast, Mac looked around the place for a chair or something else he could use to relax a bit, the impact of seeing Fiddly here of all places still affecting him a little. However, as he wandered a pleasant sound of a softly sung melody came to his ears. He tried ignoring it at first, knowing the source, but his own curiosity got the better of him and he found himself following the siren call.

Mac followed the noise till he found the room of its origin, stopping right at the doorway and only poking his head into it to sneak a peek inside. As expected he saw a familiar yellow and pink mare, crawling around on the floor with what was perhaps the brightest smile he had seen on the face of a mare in a long time. It was almost inspiring to see, ‘til Mac thought about how the mare used to be.

Fluttershy, a mare who could never even conceive of hurting another living being, a mare who was perhaps the gentlest and kindest pony to ever live in Equestria, was now just another thing used to aid in the degradation of females. From what he had heard from AJ, Fluttershy’s obedience had come quickly, but whether it was out of fear, acceptance or actual desire was still unknown to the two farm ponies. For the sake of their own peace of mind they agreed that it had to be in most part that the caribou intimidated the fragile pegasus to a point that she saw no other way. That is what they told themselves at least to try and retain a bit of faith in pony-kind and their former friends.

He stayed hidden for a while, examining her body for undue abuse, finding that compared to many a mare he’s seen she was virtually untouched, aside for the standard red leather wing binder that conceal a willing pegasus’ plucked wings. The sight of the shrouds, knowing that they concealed the sight of wings stripped bare of their feathers, suddenly made him aware of how glad he was that he only had earth pony mares at his farm. With them he could at least pretend that nothing was wrong, since they only had to wear collars. If he had to look a unicorn or a pegasus in the eye day in and day out, seeing their mutilated horn or wings, he wasn’t sure he could live with himself.

With a heavy heart the stallion entered the room. Now that he had seen the mare he couldn’t avoid speaking with her. “Hello Fluttershy.” He said blankly, trying in distance himself from his emotions.

Hearing her name called, the pegasus ceased what she was doing and zipped around to sit on her knees in attention. The look in her eyes had a level of innocence that mimicked that of an adoring filly, a trait that under different circumstances Mac might have found endearing.

“Hello sir, can I help you?” she greeted.

“Well…” Mac wasn’t entirely sure how to start the conversation. Should he start with small talk? Was she even allowed to partake in small talk? Was making her stop whatever she was doing for even a moment going to get her in trouble, even though her continuing without responding could be considered an act of disrespect towards a man?

“Ah guess that caribou outside wanted me to tell you Ah brought back the animal that escaped your farm.” Mac explained as he nervously scratched at the back of his head. “Ah mean I think that’s what he wanted. Kinda got confused when he wouldn’t talk to me.”

“Please excuse Master Thungrox.” Fluttershy said, apologizing for the caribou while crawling over to a bunch of bags Mac recognized as mare food containers, the same kind he was being sent to feed the girls in his charge. “He doesn’t mean to be rude, he is just mute.“ Fluttershy then covered her mouth, as if she had said something wrong.” Oh! But please don’t bring that up around him. Master Thungrox really doesn’t like talking about it.”

Mac had to hold back a laugh, snorting a little as he forced himself to keep a straight face. He wasn’t sure if she had done that on purpose or not, but the embarrassment in her voice coupled with her ironic choice of words lightened the mood a bit and it was good to have some levity.

“Ahem, so like Ah was saying...” Mac said, trying to get back on topic.

“Right, Mister Warbeast.” Fluttershy replied in a polite tone as she placed several food bags on her back, balancing them carefully on the curve of her spine. “Master Gunne told me that you would be bringing him back today. Thank you very much.”

“Gunne?” He thought to himself. “That must be the name of the caribou that checked in on AJ yesterday.”

“He also told me to apologize to you for all the trouble I caused by not paying enough attention.” Going over to Mac, Fluttershy lowered her whole body, pressing it against the floor, to get her head down far to press her muzzle against his hoof, kissing it ever so softly. “Can you ever forgive me?”

“Well… of course.” Mac said, not really blaming Fluttershy to begin with.

“I’m very grateful sir. Master Gunne wasn’t so lenient.” The pegasus continued, bringing herself up off the floor to proceed with her chores.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Asked Mac.

“No more than I deserved, I’m sure. To think that somepony could’ve gotten hurt, or worse. It was very irresponsible of me.” Placing her bags on the floor and getting to her knees once more so she could pour their contents into several buckets. “He also gave Master Thungrox a stern talking to, which I think was unfair. It’s not his responsibility to watch the animals.”

“Then what is his job?” Asked Mac.

“Master Thungrox helps with some heavy lifting that I’m just not able to do myself and helps guide the other mares around to where they need to be. He’s such a kind soul and even takes care of me when he’s not busy.” Mac made a slight grunt at Fluttershy’s description of the man, not seeing how she could twist the image of a creature actively making life miserable for so many into “kindness”.

“Ah see, well then I guess Ah’d better get going. Got things to do back at the farm.” Said Mac, finished with what he had set out to do.

Fluttershy nodded. “Then please let me escort you out.” Emptying the remainder of the bag in her hands quickly, the mare returned her hands to the ground and got up aside Mac. “After you sir.”

The two ponies went to the exit, Mac’s discomfort returning the closer he got to it, the sounds of animalistic sex becoming louder with each step. It didn’t help that when he had made it outside he was met by the caribou that had dragged off his cousin to some unknown fate the last time he saw him.

Thungrox wasn’t focused on him though, instead setting his sights on Fluttershy as she crawled out with the stallion. He went right up to her, causing the pegasus to stop dead in her tracks. Mac watched him crouch down, put his hands under her her arms and lifted her up off the ground. The caribou glared her directly in the eyes for a moment, his intense look still plastered on his face, making Mac think that the male had found some fault in Fluttershy leaving the house.

The seconds that passed felt like they were going ten times as slow as Mac waited for the creature to make his move, determined to stop the creature from laying a finger on Fluttershy if it decided that she was somehow at fault for something. The look on his face when from serious to baffled as Thungrox cracked a smile and brought the mare close to him, rubbing the tip of his muzzle onto hers, inciting the girl to giggle at his show of affection.

Shoving the pegasus into one of his arms as one might do with a small dog the caribou proceeded to point to several buckets near the row of cages Mac stopped at before.

“Yes Master, I’ve prepared the food for the pets.” The mare said, understanding what the mute caribou meant easily. Thungrox then patted her on the head and reached just inside the house to pull a leash form off a hook rack and clipped it onto her collar, setting her on her hooves, putting his hand out palm up and curled his fingers a few time, which Mac took as an order to stand as the mare didn’t return to her crawling position.

Once he finished with that he addressed the stallion watching them in awe. Going up to him, Fluttershy following closely behind to keep her leash slack, the caribou pointed to Mac and then to Sweet Apple Acres.

“Huh?” Mac said, still confused over what he witnessed between the caribou and the mare.

“Master Thungrox is wondering if you own Sweet Apple Acres.” Fluttershy said, translating for the caribou.

“Yeah… Ah own it.” Mac said, a bit grudgingly.

The caribou then grabbed a pouch off his belt loop and bounced it a few times in his hand, making the jingle of coins sound from within it. “Master Thungrox wants to buy some apples from you, a bunch it seems.”

Mac didn’t really want to do business with the caribou, but if he turned one away it might cause problems. Besides, he could use the money. “Follow me.” He said, heading back to to his farm.

Some time later Mac found himself carrying a barrel of apples to the entrance gate of his farm, Thungrox standing just outside the fence with Fluttershy, scratching her behind the ear as he waited.

Dropping the container on the ground before the caribou, Mac held out his hand to receive his money. “That’ll be sixty-five bits.”

Thungrox paid the stallion and stooped down to pick up the barrel, Mac getting a little satisfaction as he saw him struggle ever so slightly with the heavy load. He eventually got it hoisted up in his arms and gave Mac a nod to confirm the exchange, heading back up to the farm afterwards with Fluttershy in tow.

“Whew.” Mac let out in relief, glad to be out of the presence of the caribou. Now that that was done he had other things to take care of, namely setting up for when the stallions of Ponyvile would come to his farm.

Before he had left to return the warbeast Mac had sent out Roseluck to spread the word that his sister would be available for public use for a few hours that evening, telling her that if she did a good job she could join and be allowed to pleasure the stallions as well, which he hoped would detract from the number that would take a turn with Applejack.

Going to his own barn, Mac hoped that Applejack had done her part and gotten ready. She had been given plenty of time, having been woken up before the other mares. If she wasn’t prepared there was really no excuse except her refusal, and Mac was too tired and too stressed from his visit to Fluttershy’s farm to want to deal with it.

Getting around to the back of the barn, the stallion was happy to see that AJ was toweling off her wet fur with Lily wrapping up the garden hose, Daisy putting away various bathing supplies and Carrot Top waiting nearby empty handed, partially watching AJ while at the same time not wanting to stare at the other mare’s body. It was a good sign; stallions liked to have a clean mare, mostly so they could make them a mess again.

As Applejack saw her brother coming towards her she hastened herself to dry off the rest of her fur, handing the used towel off to Carrot Top to put away. After her cold shower with the hose she actually felt quite refreshed, especially since she didn’t have to do any work yet that day, and not expecting to do any for the rest of the day either, as it was Mac’s habit to let her rest when she had sex. Normally that would mean a double shift the next day, but seeing that this was the first time she’d be put out for use since they had gotten the extra help she thought that her workload would be lessened.

“Finished bathing?” Mac asked as the two Apples stopped in front of each other.

“Yup.” Applejack replied.

“Enema?”

“Yup.”

“Took your pill?”

“Yup”

“Ate breakfast?”

“Nope”

“Making room?

“Yup”

“And you’re going to play nice today until everyone leaves, right?” Mac asked, ending his line of questioning.

“Ah said I’d do it Mac.” AJ replied, pushing past Mac. “Even if it’s gonna make a liar out’a me to sit there and take it with a smile.”

Mac didn’t respond, she was right. It was well known throughout Equestria that Applejack was the Element of Honesty, a fact that even the caribou knew. It was extremely difficult for her to tell a lie. For him to ask his sister to go out and eagerly fuck without complaint or being restrained was asking her to go against her very nature.

“Ok girls,” Mac said, speaking to the remaining mares. “Get some equipment and find something to do. Look busy, and stay away from the entrance of the farm and field ten.” He said, referring to the field with the tentacle pods.

“Yes sir.” The three mares said in near union before heading off to do as they were told, leaving Mac alone with his thoughts, but the stallion didn’t have long to think before something broke his concentration.

“Master! We got company!” He heard his sister shout from around the barn. The fact that she didn’t call him by his name could only mean there was another male around. It appeared that Roseluck had returned, probably with half of Ponyville trailing behind her. But glancing at the sun, he saw it was still far to early for her to return; he told her to stay in town till noon to draw in as many guys as possible to insure that AJ’s apologetic act would be known by the whole town and hopefully overshadow what she did yesterday, though Mac could tell that might be asking for a bit much. A mistake made by a mare was never fully forgiven, especially one of this degree.

When Mac made his way back around to the front of his property he wasn’t greeted by a horde of cunt-hungry males, as he had expected, but instead was met with the sight of the caribou official that Fluttershy had called Gunne, the caribou standing at the archway entrance to his farm with Applejack right in front of him.

“What is he doing back here?” Mac thought to himself, the same dread he felt the first time he saw the caribou magistrate building inside him as came up with the worst possible conclusions in his head.

Had the caribou returned because he learned that Mac didn’t allow the warbeast to mount and fuck AJ last night? He hadn’t even thought about how easy it would’ve been for the official to spy on him in the dark until now. Then again, it could be just as easily be that the caribou had changed his mind about what he’d said, finding that after a night to mull over his decision that Applejack really did deserve a more severe punishment. Whatever it was Mac needed to take care of it before something terrible happened.

“Hey there!” Mac yelled as he rushed over, doing his best to sound friendly. Coming aside his sister, he found reason to drop the act as the caribou groped her breast, his hand clasped around it while he rubbed her nipple with his thumb. The look on Applejack’s face let Mac know how little she appreciated his touches and his sentiments were rapidly matching.

A quick glance over to the large stallion made the caribou remove himself from the mare, more out of courtesy than anything else. “Mister Macintosh, good to see you again after yesterday’s unpleasantries.” He said, keeping a level of professionalism in his words. “I hope you don’t mind my quick inspection of this female.”

Of course Mac cared that some guy he hardly knew had laid a hand on his little sister, but unfortunately with the special interest the state took in her, he didn’t really have much say when it came down to what government officials wanted to do to her.

The caribou waited a moment before figuring a reply wasn’t coming. “I’m sorry, I suppose this is a bit awkward.” he said. At first Mac thought the caribou was actually being apologetic for what he’d done, that was until he added, “Here I am, fondling your work slave, and I haven’t even properly introduced myself. My name is-”

“Gunne…” Mac interrupted, “Ah know who ya are.”

“Ah, yes. I suppose given my role in your quaint city it was silly of me to think you wouldn’t.” Gunne replied.

“Look, Ah don’t mean to be rude an’ all, but is there a reason you’re here?” If the caribou really was there to discipline AJ, Mac didn’t want to beat around the bush. Best to get it over and done with.

“Straight to the point, a good quality in a man.” Gunne stated. “Then I’ll be direct. I heard one of your work slaves, the red haired one, yelling in the middle town about how this one is putting herself out to fuck any and all available males who want a piece of her ass.”

Mac should’ve known, of course a caribou would be the first in line, “So ya came to…” The stallion stumbled on his words, there was no clean way to say this. “...have sex with her.”

“Me?” The assumption forced the caribou to crack a smile. “No, no, I’m afraid she’s not my type.”

That made both Applejack and Mac give the caribou an odd look, AJ having to redirect her attention away from something else that had been distracting her. It was the first time they had ever heard of a caribou having a “type” aside from anything with breasts and a vagina.

“Then why’d ya come all this way then? Is it ‘cause Rose is being too loud?” Mac asked, not able to come up with any other reason.

“Nothing like that,” Gunne answered, “I just wanted to say that I think it’s wonderful this mare wants to give her body in apology, especially after the punishment she was given. Shows that she accepts responsibility for her actions, and for a black collar that is something they should express constantly.”

“Is that all?” Asked Mac, still unsure of the caribou’s motives. ”Seems like a long way to go just to say something like that.”

“Well there was something else.” Gunne replied.

“Here it comes.” Thought Mac, bracing himself mentally.

“I happened to recall that your slave had a wound on her head,” Said the caribou, taking Applejack’s muzzle in his hand, tilting her head slightly, “And looking at it now it doesn’t seem to have gotten any better. I fear it might cause some of the stallions to turn her down, which would reduce the sincerity of her apology. I wanted to have it cleaned up before they got here.”

Again Mac found himself confused at the caribou’s unexpected words. Despite the reason Gunne gave, Mac felt that very few stallions would see the injury on AJ’s forehead and find it as an excuse not to thrust themselves inside of her. “I’ll go get something to get it fixed.”

“There’s no need for that,” said Gunne before the stallion could make his way back to the house, releasing AJ as he did. “Ginna, take this mare somewhere and make her presentable.”

“Yes master.” said a light sounding voice coming from behind Gunne. To Mac’s surprise a small female creature stepped out into view, taking Applejack by the hand, her other hand holding a first aid kit. At first he wasn’t even sure what he was looking at, as the female was a bit different from anything he had seen before.

She was very small for starters, standing perhaps about half a foot shorter than AJ as they stood up next to each other, and a little on the chubby side, plumping out in a way that filled her out in a pleasant way. Then there were the small protrusions from her head that seemed to be horns, yet they were rounded at the ends instead of pointed like many horned creatures. Her hooved feet split in the front into toes, and sticking out from underneath the heavy looking leather collar around her neck was a tuft of hair which draped over the top of the two sizeable globes that were her breasts. Two broad, dark brown lines in her fur went across both of them starting from her shoulders and joining at her belly button to form a stacked “V” pattern on her front.

Taking a few looks back and forth from her to look at the caribou girl and her much larger master it eventually dawned on Mac that this was a female caribou, having similar, yet drastically diminished features in comparison. Gunne’s fur was nearly the same color of brown as hers, yet a bit darker and a richer shade that made the smaller caribou seem insignificant in comparison.

“This is Ginna, my personal pet,” Gunne explain, introducing the girl to Mac, “I’ve taught her a little bit about how to patch up small wounds, enough to be able to make your mare not seem like so much of an eye sore.” The caribou then paused for a moment, only to elaborate further on his thoughts. “Actually… that was another one of my problems. This one seems a bit… plain. I know in a way that can’t be helped, being that she is a simple farm slave and a, how did you put it yesterday? Oh yes… ‘dirt mare’.”

Mac cringed as he was reminded of what he had called his sister the day before to get the two of them out of trouble. He hated to term, but males tended to use it a lot these days to ridicule earth pony mares, even the earth pony stallions despite what it said about them.

Gunne ignored his reaction though, going on to say, “I was hoping that you would consent to allowing Ginna to spruce her up a little. Along with some medical supplies I packed some jewelry and makeup that should make her better features stand out a bit, including a few rings that should look nice in those nipple piercings she has.”

“So that’s why he was feeling me up.” AJ muttered, covering her breasts instinctively at the mention of them. During her time with the caribou before she was given back to her brother they had taken the liberty to fit her with a set of nipple rings to make it clear that they had complete control over her. She also knew that each of the former elements of harmony were likewise pierced, though it seemed like they only wore rings on special occasions since Rarity didn’t have any on during her last encounter with the mare.

Mac gave a nod to approve of Gunne’s offer. It wasn’t too terrible an idea, not compared with what she would be doing later, and the entire point of it was to get back in good graces with the other males so any extra concessions, particularly to one with Gunne’s stature, would only help with that goal.

Given the go ahead by Mac, the female caribou turned her head a few times, searching for a place to sit, before settling on a nearby tree stump. “Come on, this way.” she said, pulling Applejack by the arm.

AJ looked back at Mac as she gave little resistance against the smaller female, hoping that her brother would say something to stop her. For a second it looked like he was going to do just that, but he shut his mouth as Gunne placed a hand on his shoulder. Mac’s hands were tied; while he could object to a common stallion’s demands to let them do as they pleased with the mares he had at the farm, a caribou, especially one of Gunne’s rank, couldn’t be objected to. For the sake of making this easier on the both of them AJ put her face forward and sped up her pace to go directly to the stump.

Taking a seat, Applejack felt the hard, coarse wood of the tree stump press against her rump and the lips of her vagina, making her wish that she could still wear pants. While she adjusted her position to make herself more comfortable, she kept a close eye on the female caribou as she opened her case and pulled out several items, including a bottle containing some sort of fluid inside, a white rag, and several small makeup kits, all while wearing an pleasant look on her face like she wasn’t standing next to someone being forced into sexual servitude.

Word through the grapevine was that caribou women were not the brightest apples in the bunch, which AJ figured would be about right since the males of their race probably didn’t hold female education in high priority, or could even find it counter productive, as an intelligent woman would be more likely to act out against them. Then again, Twilight was one of the smartest mares she knew before the fall and she, from the few times Applejack had seen her since the annexing of Equestria and the letters the alicorn sent her periodically, was more than happy to spread her legs for any and all caribou who wanted to dump a load of cum inside her.

In any account, the girl in front of AJ wasn’t exactly a shining example for female caribou intellect, fumbling a few times with the items she was handling and bearing an incredibly simple look about her. It disgusted the mare to watch her, though not because of anything the girl was doing herself, more of what she represented. She was a glimpse of the future if the caribou got their way, where females would never be able to reach their true potential under an establishment that saw them not as equals, but something to possess.

“Does it hurt?” Ginna asked.

“Huh? AJ responded, the question seemly inquiring about her thoughts.

“The cut on your head,” Ginna clarified, “You’re making some bad faces; it must be painful.”

“Yeah…. that’s it.” said AJ, wanting to avoid conversation, but the caribou had other ideas.

Her eyes drifted downward, and for a second Applejack though she was staring at her breasts until she said. “So you’re one of the ‘black collars’.” The statement was so obvious that AJ had to resist the urge to condescend to the girl. “My Master has one of you too; always having to be persuaded to do what she’s told. Just the other day she was allowed to play with one of her toys, but she just stood there staring at it ‘til he came over and assisted her in cramming it inside her pussy. She made some very lovely noises as he did too, so I don’t know why she resisted in the first place if she likes it. It’s so odd.”

“Not really…” AJ muttered low enough so Ginna couldn’t hear, positive that what the girl mistook for pleasurable moans were ones of pain and dismay.

“You don’t act like her though.” Ginna added, grabbing the cloth and bottle she had set out. “You called for your master when you saw mine, knowing it was too much for you to handle, and when you were touched you didn’t even try to pull away.”

“Can we not talk about this?” AJ said gruffly, not enjoying her reluctant capitulation being perceived as obedience.

“Is it because your master doesn’t fuck you enough?” Ginna’s question was so blunt that it literally made Applejack recoil as it hit her. Unscrewing the cap to her bottle, the caribou continued while pouring it’s contents into the rag. “That’s it, isn’t it? I was told that before the king liberated these lands your kind didn’t have sex nearly enough. Makes me think that black collars are so grumpy all the time ‘cause their masters don’t let them get enough.”

Applejack didn’t know how to respond to that, at least not without stirring up trouble. There was so much wrong with what the caribou girl said that even addressing even one part of it would start a rant that would last for hours, or at least until the caribou official talking with Mac came over to shut her up.

She had to say something though, else it would just eat away at her. “Mah master is mah brother. It wouldn’t be right if we… did that.” She said, picking what she felt would be the easiest to dispute.

For her opinion the mare was rewarded with a stinging sensation against her forehead, Ginna dabbing the chemical-filled rag against the mare’s cut. “What would be wrong about it? I’ve met plenty of cows that service their family members.”

Hearing her endorsement of incest, as well as the word “cows” and realizing that Ginna was talking about other female caribou like herself, AJ reached the point she was willing to go with this discussion. Nevertheless, while she was done, she could tell that if left alone the caribou would go on without her. She had to get the caribou focused on something else, something that wouldn’t push her to the boiling point. “Hey, ah got an idea. How ‘bout we talk about you a bit, like how it is ya’ know about fixing up things like mah wound here.”

“You want me to talk about something boring like that?” Asked Ginna.

“Well sure, Ah find it a mite interesting.” AJ replied, thinking it would be hard for even a caribou to sexualize cleaning out a cut.

“You black collars, always worrying about the small things.” Ginna removed the rag and applied a bandage to the cut before taking one of the makeup kits in hand, opening it, taking a small brush out from within and rubbing the end of it inside one of the many small compartments within it which held different shades of multicolored powders inside them. “It’s nothing special. My master felt I needed to know it, so he taught me everything I could understand, which wasn’t that much really.” The girl let out a giggle, somehow finding her own inability to comprehend harder medical techniques funny.

AJ closed her eyes as the brush was pushed up to her face, the caribou applying a touch of blush to her cheeks to make them rosy red. “Oh come on, you're not givin’ yourself enough credit. Ah bet he likes having a girl around that can patch him up when he gets in a scrap.”

“He didn’t teach me it for his sake,” Ginna corrected, putting the brush away, placing the kit back on the stump and replacing it with a tube of lipstick. “He did it for me. I hurt myself a lot and he can’t be expecting to waste his time caring for me when he has more important things to do.”

“Hurt yourself, how?” Asked AJ, not doubting for a second that the girl had been trained in some way to cause herself bodily harm to fulfill some sadistic urge her master had. Shifting her body to look at the male caribou, she sent him a hateful glare that she was sure he couldn’t see from that far away even if he looked away from her brother.

Ginna took off the lipstick’s cap, “Well, when I don’t stay focused on something, like when I’m left alone at home sometimes, I get- ah!” The caribou girl, stepping around the mare, hit her hoof against AJ’s, which had moved when the pony changed positions on her seat.

This made her fly forward and crash into AJ, smearing the red lipstick over the mare’s face as she plowed right into her, and causing both the girls to fall to the grass around the stump. The earth pony fell flat on her back as the Caribou laid across her, muzzle placed precariously in the valley between Applejack’s breasts. “Ooohh… clumsy. Sorry about that…” Ginna said.

AJ let out a sigh. “Course ya are…” AJ said, burying her embarrassment deep inside, that was until she heard the girl’s master call out to the both of them.

“Ginna! Are you and that mare pleasuring each other without permission!?” He yelled from several dozen feet away, alerting anyone within listening distance about what happened and making an already humiliating situation worse. Applejack could just imagine how this looked to Mac from where he was standing.

“No master! I just tripped!” Ginna yelled back, not bothering to remove herself from on top of the prone mare.

“Then get back up and complete your task! This stallion’s guests could arrive at any minute!” The male caribou yelled in reply, making Ginna get off. “And no more chatter! I’ve been standing watching you two talk since you started and I know that’s the cause of this accident!”

Ginna’s generally happy expression receded a little, having been scolded by her master. Helping AJ up off the ground, she silently went back to her things and readied herself to diligently fulfill what her master had told her to do. While AJ was glad she could just get this over with now, the sight of the dejected girl didn’t make her feel any better either. Still Applejack didn’t give any encouraging words to the caribou as she cleaned up the mess she had made on the mare’s face, starting anew on prettying her up, since she felt that the only thing that would get to the girl at this point was the praise of her undeserving master.

Eventually the caribou girl finished and started putting her things back in the white case, AJ having to sit there for what felt like an agonizing amount of time, even though it was only a matter of minutes. The idea of being painted to entice a bunch of guys who only saw her as another piece of meat to put their dicks in wasn’t a very motivating one, and while being clean and able to have a a bit of eyeliner was something that some mares only dreamed of these days, the feeling of makeup on her skin and in her fur always irritated AJ.

With this irritation was the noticeably weighted feeling of two metal loop rings that had been had been placed into her nipple piercings during the process. She wished that they were stud or chain rings instead, as something about a solid loop always caused a stallion to want to pull at them, much like they frequently did with the metal loops on a slave’s collar.

“No use complaining about it now” she thought, standing up from the stump. Without a single word she made her way back to Mac, the caribou girl following right behind her once she got all her things together.

Returning to her brother, she found that the male caribou was still talking to him. “... I appreciate your cooperation, and speak of the mare now.” AJ heard, catching the tail end of what they were talking about. When the caribou turned her way she stopped on spot, staying a few feet away and out of his grabby hands, Her muzzle being locked in his grip once that day was enough for her.

Mac, noticing her distance, approached her instead. “Ya look… nice.” He said, being painfully honest. The caribou girl seemed to know what she was doing, not going overboard by making AJ look like some two bit whore. She had on just enough lipstick, blush, mascara and eyeshadow to accent her facial features without forcing the eye to focus on the makeup itself. “It’ll be good for your apology; guys like a pretty mare and it’ll leave a lasting impression.”

AJ nodded back, easily accepting Mac’s compliment since she was sure it was hollow in nature, only said to appease the caribou walking up behind him.

Reuniting with his slave, Gunne gave her a pat on the head, making the girl give a gentle smile and a nuzzle against the chestplate of his armor. “You did well Ginna, and it seems just in time too.” he said, seeing a line of ponies heading down the dirt road to the farm.

Roseluck had finally returned, a horde of roughly twenty stallions following closely behind her. “This way boys, not too much farther!” Roseluck’s eagerness was evident, she had been waiting all day for this. Mac had promised her a spot next to his sister, where she could let the men fuck her senseless ‘til she was nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure. She longed for it and the only thing that stopped her from fulfilling her want in town was a sign Mac had locked to her collar that said “Do not touch: Needs to learn restraint”. Whether or not a male wanted to screw her, something as simple as that kept them at bay and even made it so if she had tried to pleasure herself she would’ve just earned herself a beating.

Before long the red-maned mare was in front of Mac, the stallions crowding up right behind her. “Here they are Master. Can I please have my reward now?” Roseluck pushed out her chest, presenting the sign resting atop it. Mac, reaching into his pocket, pulled out a key and removed it without hesitation, much to her delight. “Thank you Master, now if you’ll excuse me.” Turning to face the group at her rear, she moved her hands along her body provocatively. “Ok everypony, this slut is open for business.”

“That mare is bit presumptuous, didn’t even wait for you to give her permission.” said Gunne as four of the men took her off to the side, taking her over to the fence where she placed her hands upon it and spread her legs to allow easy access to anyone wanting a piece of her.

“It’s fine, she’s doing what Ah want her to.” Mac replied, aware that a majority of the stallions still had their eyes on AJ. There was no point in delaying it any further. Putting his hands around his sister’s neck, rubbing her shoulders to help her relax, he got close to her ear and whispered “Okay, there’s only a few of them. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or so. Just go over there and do it like we planned.”

AJ made an audible gulp, she wasn’t prepared for this. If she was bound, unable to escape, then it would be much more agreeable to her than what she had to do. It was going to take every ounce of will she had not to act out and do something to make things worse. Pulling away from Mac she placed herself in front of the group of males and got down on her knees.

“Thank y’all for coming today,” AJ began, forcing her best submissive tone. “As Ah know y’all heard Ah made a huge mistake yesterday. Almost got a pony hurt, all ‘cause I didn’t like what he was saying ‘bout me. It was stupid of me and when Ah was punished for it Ah knew that was what Ah deserved.” AJ took a deep breath. That part was easy, it was all true except perhaps the part about deserving punishment. Next came the part she would regret later. “Now all Ah want is for y’all to know mah sincerity, so Ah… Ah want to… want to….”

With her eyes glued to the ground, a pair of brown hooves came into her line of vision. “I think we all know what you’re trying to say, and we understand. A dumb bitch like yourself makes mistakes all the time.”

AJ lifted her head slightly to look into the face of the stallion talking, sending it back down the moment she got a good look. It was Filthy Rich, a pony who was a long time business partner of the family. Unfortunately, he was like the other stallions and had changed for the worse with the coming of the caribou.

“But you’re keeping all these fine gentlemen waiting for what they came here for, which is to stick their dicks inside you. So how about we skip the pleasantries and get started.” The brown stallion reached down and unbuttoned his pants, releasing his semi-erect shaft from it’s cloth prison. “And we’re all under the impression that you’re going to put out for once. So skip the speech and get to work.”

Applejack didn’t know whether to be thankful that Filthy cut her off and prevented her from lying, or resentful that he was rushing her into one of the worst things she’d had to do since her enslavement. With his cock presented before her she had to push herself to go further. If she didn’t proceed, Mac’s plan would be wasted and it would reflect poorly on the farm as a whole. Taking his dick in her hands, she moved her hands clumsily along it to get the warm, fleshy rod hard.

It was a new sensation for her, to have a man’s privates in her palm, heat radiating from it as she slowly stroked it. Males had tried to get her to do it before, but she always refused to do it, no matter how many times she was spanked or her nipples were pinched in retaliation for her disobedience. Once a stallion tried to force the matter, seeing it as a personal challenge since it was the only thing they couldn’t make her do, even when bound. All it got him was a few deep scratch marks along his cock, which in turn earned her a night being in a stockade while ponies pelted her with rotten produce and had open access to ream her backside. She still preferred it over giving into the stallion’s demands though.

However, now she was stuck with an increasingly hardening flesh growing in her hand, turning solid as a rock, which only served to make AJ’s embarrassment rise, her own body warming up from the surge of emotion causing her heart to steadily beat faster.

“That’s enough of that little filly.” Filthy Rich said, stopping the mare by grabbing her wrist. “Use your mouth, show us exactly how sorry you are.”

AJ, slowly but surely, opened her muzzle and brought her face up to the stallion’s awaiting cock. She was a bit hesitant, but letting out her tongue she started by lightly sending it across the front of the bulbous head. A sudden favor of salty sweat overtaking her senses, making her have to hold back a cringe as she continued.

With a quick swirl of her tongue over the rest of the tip to get it wet, she moved herself down the organ to get the rest of it moist with her saliva as well, only to get a few more words from Filthy for her efforts.

“Don’t just use your tongue girl,” He said, “Put more into it. Press your lips against it and suckle the shaft, caress the balls with your hands, rub your face on it. You need to put every bit of yourself into pleasing a man if you want to be a good cock slut.”

“Ah don’t wanna be a cock slut” AJ thought, taking his advice and wrapping her lips along the side of his dick as she continued her licks. “Ah just want y’all to get off and leave” Her technique, despite following Filthy’s suggestions and bringing her hand up to gently roll his sack in it, was sloppy at best. She couldn’t help it really; this was the first time she had ever tried to please a male of her own accord.

Mostly when a stallion wanted her they would take their pleasure without waiting for her to give it, not that she would anyways, and her life before all this was far too preoccupied with her work on the farm to pursue a relationship, at least not one that Mac wouldn’t chase off the moment he caught wind. She had to work with what she knew, and that wasn’t much aside from what she would see out of the corner of her eyes when another mare was being used.

“Inside…” Filthy spoke up again, annoyance setting in. “Stick it in your mouth.”

AJ mentally rolled her eyes at the stallion’s impatience, but did as she was told. Gripping the cock at its base, she directed it to her face, staring it down like it was a challenge to overcome. She just had to treat it like any other problem and take it one step at a time. First, opening her muzzle as wide as it could go, holding for a moment to allow her warm breath to touch the sensitive flesh, causing it to twitch from the sensation. Then, after mustering up the courage, she slid the sizable meat rod inside, grazing her lips on it and smearing her red lipstick along its length.

She had intended to take it easy, move her tongue around in her mouth till he would eventually because satisfied from the wet muscle rubbing against it. The was until Filthy placed his hand on the back of her head and thrust himself forward, pushing until he pressed against the back of her throat.

“MRPH!” AJ yelled against the solid pole threatening to go down her throat without mercy. In reflex she placed her hands against Filthy Rich’s hips, ready to push him away to prevent him from going any further.

“You’d better not.” Filthy warned, Bringing his dick out just a bit so that AJ could see the lipstick smear she had made before. “Just take it and let me finish, or else you’ll get it worse.”

AJ heeded the stallions warning; resistance tended to make things worse off all around since stallions felt the need to press a point when mares tried to deny them. So instead of pushing away she grabbed a hold and pulled herself against him, bringing the dick in her mouth back to the point that Filthy had sent it before.

Doing so seemed to please him, as while he could’ve pressed against her head to go deeper he instead removed his hand from her. “Good, now just keep doing that.” With a slight nod, Applejack did as he said. She at least knew that men liked this, to have themselves pushed deeply into a mare’s mouth over and over. Closing her eyes she concentrated only on the task, doing what she thought would get him past the point of release where he would let loose his load and be done with her.

Each time she sent her lips down the length of the shaft was just another few seconds from this horrible experience being over, each pull back a second of reprieve as she took in a small breath of air before her next plunge. The pattern became easy to pace and soon she was going at a speed that even Filthy couldn’t complain about, and before she even knew it she could feel a burst of fluids filling her mouth.

For a moment she just froze, the creamy stallion cum filling her muzzle to the point that her cheeks had to puff out to contain it all. If this was any normal situation she would’ve just opened her mouth wide and allowed the semen to spill out all over, not caring about the consequences of the mess, but today she was putting on a show and she had to make it look good. Waiting for Filthy to pull out of her, she swallowed a little before lifting head up, opening her maw, and letting the other men get a good look at the cum coating her tongue and dripping from her teeth.

Filthy Rich gave AJ a pat on the head, a gesture that she took with plenty of resentment as he condescended to her. “That was decent, but you need to learn how to better please a cock. Luckily you’ll have plenty of practice.” With that he stepped away from the crouching mare, putting his dick away and walking towards Mac, the other stallions going over to crowd the mare in his stead.

Mac had since taken a seat against the fence around his farm, staying close to where AJ was and keeping as close an eye on her as he could bear. Next to him, sitting about a foot away, was Gunne and his slave, much to his aggravation. While AJ and Ginna were together, he and the caribou had a small talk about how he wanted to stick around and observe the event. The caribou made the excuse that it would save Mac the trouble of having to fill out another form to explain exactly what happened if he stuck around and watched it himself, but to Mac his intentions were clear.

All he wanted was to see if AJ screwed up, to completely nullify this attempt at redeeming what little good graces she had in the eyes of the caribou. Even as he sat there, the caribou female sitting in his lap, he never let his eyes stray from Applejack. Mac likewise kept one eye on Gunne, checking to see if he showed signs of disapproval. He was so distracted that when Filthy Rich came aside him he didn’t even notice ‘til he looked back to AJ and caught him in his peripheral vision.

“Evening Mac,” Filthy greeted, “Nice to see your sister do something with herself for a change. I was wondering if there would ever be a day when she didn’t have to be tied up to get a good face fucking out of her.”

“Hello Rich....” Mac replied, trying to stay civil with the older stallion. While Filthy was as much as a bastard as any other guy in Ponyville, he and Mac had a certain understanding between one another. Filthy saw Mac as a good man, perhaps a bit influenced by his female family members, but aside from that he was a fine young stallion with a good head on his shoulders that only needed a little guidance. Out of all the others who had turned on Mac when he showed signs of not wanting to treat women like slaves, Filthy was the one who actually stood up for him and used his influence to dissuade ponies from harassing him, with varying results.

Mac was also appreciative that Filthy wanted to keep the deal he and Granny Smith had made for over the sale of zap apple jam, only with Mac now in charge of it since the aging mare had been taken away to stay in an elderly home by the caribou. It was one thing that he was glad for, that Granny Smith was taken to a place where she was treated as well as a woman could in these times, with no abuse, no forced sex and kept healthy as possible. It was also good that she didn’t have to stay on the farm and see exactly how the caribou were treating her grandchildren. The heartbreak from that alone would’ve probably done her in.

“Actually, Mac, while I was over there with her I gave the girl a few pointers.” Filthy went on, noting Mac’s sullen mood. “Now I know you like to keep her cooped up here and away from stuff like this, but you and I both know that every once in a while she has to get a good dicking.”

“I know that Filthy, but you coming here and making things worse for her doesn’t help.” Mac retorted, though keeping to a calm, level headed demeanor.

“Sure it does,” said Filthy, “If that girl were trained to use her body as much as she uses her mouth she could be through all these men in no time at all and sleeping off a gut full of cum, as much as it disgusts me to think of a mare relaxing when there's work to do. Despite what you might think, I was trying to help her, so you don’t have to sit here stressing about all this.”

After Filthy said what he had to say, a loud long moan came from the crowd, sending Mac’s attention back to it. The stallions had brought Applejack up on her hooves, two of them holding her arms back as a third behind her grabbed her hair and bent her forward, his cock planted deeply inside her ass. With a grip of her waist the male pulled out to begin his fervent assault on the farm pony’s rectum, turning her sustained moan into one that skipped each time he slammed inside her.

“Just think about it Mac,” Filthy said, taking in the scene, “And if you wanted you could always let me train her for you. I’d be as gentle as possible, since I know how much you care for her.” Mac sent him a look, this time obviously telling the older male that he was overstepping even what Mac was willing to tolerate. “Fine, but my offer will still stand if you change your mind.”

Mac was happy to see Filthy head off back to the city. As much as he wanted to be in good standing with him, the stallion grated on his nerves as much as any other at times. Especially when talking about how he should handle Applejack.

“I would’ve taken him up on the offer,” The caribou sitting next to him spoke up, his fingers now buried deep within the crotch of the girl in his lap and she silently took in the pleasure given to her, only letting out light pants so not to draw attention to herself and interfere with the conversations of the males. “It wouldn’t hurt for a black collar like her to learn some useful skills besides farm work.”

Once more Mac resisted the urge to tell another guy off. His sister had plenty of useful skills, just that most of them were not permitted for her to use, since stripping away a black collar’s responsibilities was just another way the caribou belittled them. He had heard of other mares, red collars of course, that owned farms that were allowed to continue maintaining them as long as they kept up with the outrageous demands given to them, and if any other mare could do it then AJ would have no trouble at all.

“Are you ok Mr. Macintosh?” Gunne asked, moving a hand to the female caribou’s breast. “You seem agitated.”

It was at that moment Mac suspected something else was behind this caribou wanting to watch as his sister was violated before his eyes. The caribou had made it look like all this time he was watching Applejack, looking for a moment when her true nature would show through this act, but what if in actuality he was seeing if Mac’s would do the same? He had already come once to see if Mac was letting his mares get away with causing trouble, it wouldn’t be a stretch to think the caribou would want to keep an eye on him. The fact that the farmland was a ways out of the outskirts of Ponyville made it hard for anyone to spy on him without being noticed. This sort of thing would’ve made for a perfect excuse.

“Ah’m fine, it’s been a rough day is all.” Mac said to draw away any suspicion.

“If you say so.” Gunne replied, returning his gaze to the crowd, a new stallion having taken a place in AJ’s rear end while another had silenced her moans by shoving himself in her throat. At this point they no longer cared if she was willing or not, they were just going to fuck her and be done with it.

An hour passed and AJ was down to the last four stallions, the ones that had started with Roseluck. She was crouched down, straddling the waist of a pegasus laying on the grass beneath her, repeating a motion of lifting herself up off his crotch only to drop herself back down to stab his cock back inside her.

Standing over the pegasus was a unicorn who held the underside of her jaw and pinched where her cheeks overlapped the top of her jaw bone to force her mouth open. He guided her head, pulling it forward and twisting it to around, Applejack making sucking slurping sounds each time she pulled back away from it.

The last two, a pair of earth ponies, were on either side of the mare. Their hands closed around hers, which were likewise wrapped around their cocks. They moved her limp hands along their lengths to simulate her masturbating them, her mind too focused on the other two stallions to concentrate on pleasing them at the same time.

AJ herself was exhausted, both mentally and physically. She was barely able to keep her eyes open as she bounced on the cock wedged inside her. Twenty stallions back to back was too much, even for a farm mare of her stamina. Not only that, but her previously clean body was drenched with sperm, soaked into her fur, on her skin, and inside as well. She could feel large globules of the warm white liquid seeping out of her ass. Her body was so covered that each time she moved it splashed a few more drops all around her, and the entrance of her pussy was matted with not only the fluids of the stallions, but her own as she was sent into one unwanted orgasm after another during the course of the day. Combined with the the pool of the stuff sitting at the bottom of her stomach, it gave her a strong, sickly feeling that made her wish that the stallions would just finish with her and be done with it.

Her wish was was soon granted as the pegasus beneath her grabbed her by the hips and slammed her down on him to deposit another load inside her wet and defiled tunnel, the unicorn pushing forward a few seconds after to shoot into her mouth. The pair cumming inside her at both ends made her body tense up, causing her grip to squeeze hard on the dicks in her hands, which in turn made them reach climax and cover Applejack’s face with their own cream. With a sounding of varying moans and grunts of pleasure, as well as AJ’s own woe-filled cry of reaching one final unwilling orgasm, she fell over and collapsed on the ground.

“Okay, fellas... Break it up.” Mac said, coming over to check on his sister. She was just barely conscious, her eyes still slightly open and mouth giving an unpleasantly forced smile. “She’s done. Everypony home.”

The stallions were happy to oblige, getting dressed and leaving without issue, gratified that they were the ones who got to screw the farm mare to near unconsciousness. With them gone this ordeal was over, Mac could finally find a bit of peace and give AJ some much needed rest, after getting her cleaned up. He knelt down and picked her up in his powerful arms, wanting to get her into the house and lay her down on his bed. She had definitely earned it and he didn’t give a damn if the caribou objected, but as the thought of them crossed his mind he was reminded that one of them was currently on his property.

Mac turned to him, wondering what he thought about all this, if his sister had performed to his standards and if he saw this as a display of “female sympathy”. When he saw the caribou, he didn’t like the look he was given in return.

“Mr. Macintosh,” Gunne said, his voice neither evidently upset or happy. “I would like you to come to my office later this evening if you would, perhaps around 6:00. I think you and I have to have a talk.”

“A talk?” Mac questioned, not liking where this was going.

“Yes, about your future and the future of your farm,” Gunne said, “But I won’t bother you with the details now. Just come to the old town hall and we’ll discuss everything there.” Without another word Gunne took a hold of his slave’s arm and the two of them headed off the farm, leaving Mac with something new to stress about.

What could the caribou want to talk about? If his earlier worries were true than this wouldn’t end well, but with how vague Gunne was it could be anything. In either case, there was only one way to find out what it was for sure. Not that there was was any question of him going to the meet the magistrate that night, as there was no way he could turn down a request from a caribou.

Entering his home, still worried more about the well being of AJ then whatever the issue with the caribou was, Mac made his way upstairs to his room. He stepped as lightly as possible, Applejack having slipped into what passed as a peaceful slumber for her these days, completely oblivious to the world around her. Making only one stop along the way to grab a clean towel from the bathroom, he crept quietly into his room and set his sister on top of his bed.

He pressed the towel gently against her fur, doing the best he could to clean off the congealed semen without disturbing AJ from her slumber, before grabbing a chair and sitting next to the bed. He thought about going outside to help the girls with work, or even getting Roseluck cleaned up from her own fucking. But with the mystery of what Gunne had in store for him, and the possibility that his sister was going to be taken away from him, he could think of no better way to pass the time than watching over her, even if it was for the last time.