Fall of Equestria: Bruised Apples

Applejack slipped in and out of consciousness, still in a daze from… something. What it was that made her like this, she wasn’t sure. She hardly even knew what was going on around her; her vision was blurred, her sense of touch numbed, and her hearing deafened, but she could still make out a few things.

There were tons of ponies running about, raising a bigger holler than the last Apple Family reunion. She must’ve been at some sort of celebration and drunk more cider than usual. Those screams didn’t sound right though, more like panicked cries then cheers. She also felt a sense of urgency coming to her, like she was in danger, except she couldn’t remember why.

Whatever was making her feel that way it must’ve been important, so it was time to get up and take care of it. She tried to move her legs, but something was getting in the way, preventing her from stretching out completely. Next she attempted to move her arms, getting better results but still finding that she couldn’t push them more than a little forward. In fact, it felt like she was inside something, and that something was moving.

As she was it didn’t seem like she going anywhere, so the earth mare just relaxed, finding rest a better choice than wasting effort and tiring herself out. She closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep, when she heard a pair of voices nearby. Their deep, masculine tones identified them as stallions, and she could make out a few words. It was mostly disconnected garble, but within it she could make out a lot of unsavory language. “Cock”, “pussy”, “fuck”, and other similar things repeated over and over, making AJ think that somebody's mouth needed to be washed out with soap. Apple parties got wild, but they usually stayed clean.

As she slowly, but surely, recovered she was able to listen into more of the two foul-mouthed males, each one talking about how they were going to have sex with one mare or another, talking about female pegasi, unicorns and earth ponies alike as if they only existed to be screwed.

“Hey….” One of the two voices spoke, “You think the caribou will let me stick my dick in that orange one back there? The one with apples on her ass?”

The audacity of that remark snapped AJ back to reality. As her eyes pulled into focus, she saw that she was surrounded by metal bars in all directions. She was caged, placed in a small metal container that barely gave her room to move and surrounded by other mares in the same predicament, each in their own separate prisons. She was atop a cart that was moving through the streets of Canterlot, recognizing the fancy buildings of the capital. In the air, pegasi were being pursued by winged guard ponies, unicorns and earth ponies were running around. It was mass hysteria and some sort of large, horned creatures seemed to be at the center of it all. It was jarring hearing the panicking ponies and to see so many captured mares around her, each one stripped of her clothing. Some were yelling to be let out, most were crying or sitting silently, unable to cope with what was happening. To Applejack’s disgust one mare was even touching herself, somehow getting off on the horrors surrounding her.

Once she’d gotten her bearings, Applejack noticed a powerful aching in her neck, and she immediately moved her hands up to remove whatever was causing it. As she did her best to tear it away she found herself unable to do so. The thing hurting her was tightly wrapped around her throat, going all the way around without a seam to form an inescapable ring. Looking to the other mares, she could see that they bore the same things around their necks. They looked like collars, made of red-, black-, or silver-colored leather with heavy metal rings in the front.

“What the hay is this!” Applejack yelled, attempting to get the guard ponies to notice her.

“Look at that, she’s already awake after that hit she took,” said one of the guards, a white pegasus, “Bitch is tough, no denying that.”

“That’ll just make her more fun,” said the other guard,

With that AJ remembered what was going on. The screaming ponies scrambling around her to find some sort of escape, the large creatures taking them down one by one, stripping the clothing off of mares in the middle of the streets. She recalled how a few of the royal guard had apparently sided with them and captured Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, and that sudden and powerful shock that coursed through her body just before everything went black. Canterlot was under attack, besieged by some antlered creatures wearing armor that prevented them from being harmed by magic. Guessing by what the guard said earlier she assumed that the invaders were called caribou.

She could see that the invasion was still going on too, and it wasn’t going well for her side. Some ponies did their best to fight back only to receive a debilitating blow to the gut or a shock from the same electrified sticks that had knocked her for a loop earlier. Others were running for their lives, a few managing to duck past the invaders and slip away while the most of them were easily snatched up. For mares of the latter category a quick grab and a strong pull tore their clothing to tatters, exposing their naked bodies to the world.

That was nothing compared to what else she was seeing, as even while the chaos was going on around her she could spy several of the large creatures forcing their female victims to their knees or bending them over nearby objects. To her horror, these actions were followed up by the large males reaching down to the codpiece of their armor, removing it to reveal their prominent manhoods, and shoving them into whatever hole they chose. The dismayed howls and muffled groans of the violated mares mixed into rest of the screams around her that AJ couldn’t separate one from another, and for all she knew this was happening all over Canterlot.

She didn’t dwell on it though, she couldn’t. More than ever before the ponies of Equestria needed her help. Applejack needed to escape, but to do that she needed to know where she was. All she knew was that she had put into the back of a cart, being taken to Celestia knows where. But wherever she was going, it was clear that only bad things awaited her, and in that case then the opposite direction was as good as any.

Pulling her leg forward, AJ readied herself to bust the cage open. It looked tough, but a solid enough hit to the door should make it give. “Here goes nothin’” Applejack muttered, slamming her hoof back into the door with as much force as she could muster.

Upon contact the door gave a loud “clang” and shudder from the impact, but it didn’t go flying off as the farm pony had hoped. Instead, the strike to the solid metal frame recoiled back onto Applejack herself, giving her a sore hoof to accompany her aching neck. Covering her mouth to hold back the sounds of her pain, she looked over towards the two guards driving the cart. They didn’t even bother to look, thinking that it was just the sound of another useless struggle.

AJ was starting to feel the same, but with another look at the cage door she could see that it had dented ever so slightly. Even as weakened as she was, she could still make a break for it if she were willing to bear some pain in return. Run around for a while with a sore hoof, or wait until her captors had her where they wanted her, what choice did she have?

Keeping her hand clamped down on her muzzle, she prepared for another go at freedom, “Clang”, Another muffled cry of pain resonated inside Applejack’s mouth and in exchange the door bent outward just a little more. “Clang”, the sharp sting was starting to linger, but AJ was determined to free herself.

Rearing back for a fourth blow, she heard a mare’s voice directed right at her. “Would you cut that out!?” said a sobbing, distraught unicorn from up above, a ring wrapped around the base of her horn. Applejack hadn’t even noticed that there were cages stacked on top of the ones in the cart’s bed ‘til then, “As if this day wasn’t bad enough,” The unicorn said, not finishing what was in her mind.

Applejack slammed her hoof down once more, escape just a few more hits away. “Sorry, but Ah gotta do this if we’re gonna get out of here,” she whispered, as much as she was being ignored at the moment, she didn’t want to tempt fate.

“Get out of here?” the upset unicorn asked unsure, “You’re just one mare, what can you do?”

AJ smirked, this time ignoring the pain in her hoof as drove it back and deepened the curve of the door. “Sugarcube, you’d be amazed at what one mare can do.” The farm pony thought back to her everything she’d done the last few years. There was a lot she could do; her strength provided her with what she needed to make a difference.

“Wait a second!” the unicorn said from above in her loudest whisper, “You’re kicking that too hard!”

“Ah gotta kick it hard,” AJ replied, paying the girl no mind as her good memories fueled her, “Else I ain’t gonna get through.”

“No that’s not what I mean!” The unicorn said back, pushing her horn between the bars as she forced her face against the walls of her cage “You’re gonna-!”

With one final mighty kick the door broke open, “Got it!” Applejack said aloud in triumph, too loud in fact. Sending one last glance back to the guard’s ponies, they locked eyes with one another. The looks on their faces were priceless, in total disbelief that a mare could break through one of the sturdy cages. Applejack’s grin widened, positive that she’d have plenty of time to get out of the cage and slip away away in the confusion of around her. Turning to leave before the stallions could get a hold of themselves, AJ slipped her hoof right out the exit she had made for herself.

Before she could even place her whole leg out the door she caught something in her peripheral vision that made her freeze. With a scream that made the mare’s blood grow cold, followed by a stomach turning crash, the cage containing the unicorn above her fell from the cart and to the streets below.

Upon hearing the sound cease and a whimper come from below her, Applejack slipped out from her cage, though not to make a break for it as she had originally intended. Her guilt and worry for the unicorn’s well being took precedence over her desire to get away. The sight that met her was not good. The unicorn mare had hit the ground hard, and was unmoving save for a few twitches.

“Oh my gosh, are y’all alright?!” Applejack said, knowing that the answer was no. She was so preoccupied with the unicorn and what she had done that the two male ponies coming from either side of her, guilt consuming her when she noticed that the unicorn’s horn was now a broken stub. When a hand gripped a hold of her collar, she couldn’t find the strength in her to fight back. All the energy left her body; she’d never hurt another pony that badly before, let alone maimed them.

“You stupid bitch, look at what you’ve done,” the guard pony holding her scolded, filling Applejack with a sense of shame unlike any other.

“It’s not all bad,” The other guard stated as he inspected the injured mare, “She won’t be joining the parade with the rest of these mares, but at least this saved us the trouble of removing the dumb slut’s horn.”

Applejack was filled with self loathing; if she hadn’t been held up she would’ve dropped to her knees. She wasn’t a unicorn herself, so she could have no idea, but she was certain that having your horn broken off didn’t feel good.

“So what? We’re still going to have to report this shit and take the blame for it. I’ll tell you what, after all the trouble this one’s caused…” Applejack felt a slightly warm metal object press into her spine and for the second time that day a powerful jolt of electricity flowed through her body. As the guard let go of her collar and let her fall to the solid pavement the last thing she could make out before darkness overcame her was, “They need to build this bitch a better cage.”

AJ’s eyes shot open, her mind kickstarted into awareness. She had to get up, the caribou were in Canterlot, the guard ponies were traitors, Celestia had to be told and she had to… find... her...

The farm mare looked outside the confines of her tiny cell, grabbing the bars that made up it’s door and pressing her face against them. She wasn’t in Canterlot, she was at Sweet Apple Acres. The caribou weren’t invading, they were in charge. And everyone she knew was either a traitor, suffering, or a brainwashed slut. Everything she thought she was going through had done and passed, leaving behind only memories and bad dreams.

She had them frequently, almost every night she since that day. Phantoms of past nightmares she had to go through, of defeat, humiliation, and violation. This dream was different though, and she knew why it had come to her every night since Gunne showed her what happened to two of her cousins. How many times was she going to make things go from bad to worse, and how many times would it be her family that paid the price?

Things had to change, before her she hurt someone else she loved. How long would it be ‘til Big Mac was the one that the caribou came down on. From the way Gunne made it sound, he wouldn’t be spared if they came to take her, and that would be the final nail in the coffin for her. It might’ve been manipulation on the caribou’s part, but it was effective.

A tap on top of her cage sounded, informing her that Mac was awake and ready to enact the plan Gunne had offered them. Having Applejack pretend to be willing, to let men have their way with her and express a desire to be used by them. It wasn’t going to be easy, but supposedly it was the answer to all their problems, at least the ones that could be solved.

“Morning AJ,” said Mac, unlocking the cage door, “How about some breakfast before we… you know.”

“Sure Mac,” she said crawling out. No doubt he had made something spectacular to cheer her up before going out, or at least something better than the slop she had to eat normally since he was never the best cook. The sentiment would be well received no matter how good he made it, the thought was what counted after all.

One hearty meal followed by a disturbingly familiar walk in silence later, the two earth ponies were entering Ponyville. It had only been a full seven days since she had last been here, being used as a model to show off Flim and Flam’s products designed to force mares to degrade themselves and break their wills. Usually after an event like that she wouldn’t be back for roughly a month, being at the mercy of some other stallion that requested her services. So when she was lead in by leash much earlier than expected it turned a few heads.

It didn’t bother her as much as it normally would that she was the center of attention; today she was depending on it. Just like when she gave her body in apology, the more that joined in the more would be able to spread the word of what would happen that day, and the more word of her perceived obedience spread the more believable her ruse would be.

On the other hand, Mac was as nervous as ever. He could keep his head held up and his face straight, but deep down he was unable to handle the things he saw in what should’ve been a simple walk down the streets of the town. The clydesdale could hardly turn his head without seeing something that put a pit in his stomach. He and his sister had arrived early enough that the shops were just opening up, and with that came the early morning preparations of the town.

Red collars could plainly be seen near a few of the houses, their master’s putting them out to be fucked by any and all passersby, or were just being screwed publicly by their owners themselves before heading of to work. Many black collars were in similar situations, but the more stubborn ones had to be completely bound to allow easy access to their flanks, mouths and pussies. The more timid ones were either tied up similarly or just taken with minimum resistance, only able to announce their dismay to the sadistic pleasure of their owners.

“It’s okay Mac,” AJ whispered, walking closely and sensing his discomfort, “Just ignore it. We’re almost there.”

Mac was glad that he had Applejack there by his side to help him relax. It was good to have someone around who understood just how much this sort of thing set him off. He certainly couldn’t expect another stallion to grasp his revulsion. They’d just say he was acting silly, if they even bothered to give him the time of day.

“Ah know AJ,” Mac replied, “But this is goin’ to be horrible for ya. It’s not too late, we could just go back now.”

AJ gave her head a shake, “We both agreed, this is what we gotta do.”

They did both agree on at least giving Gunne’s “red collar” plan a shot, but Mac still was unsure about why his sister changed her mind so quickly when she felt so strongly against it only not more than an hour before. He was sure that she wasn’t telling him something. AJ never was a good liar, but if she didn’t want to tell him he wasn’t going to pry. Applejack already had enough of her private matters exposed to the world, if she wanted to keep one thing a secret, even from him, Mac was going to respect her wishes.

“Cum one! Cum all! Come on in and see the show!” The Apples gave a quick cringe at the cheerful, bullhorn-amplified voice sounding through the town, both somehow able to differentiate which version of the word “come” was being said at each part. But hearing that particular voice told them that they were getting close to their destination, and the mare they thought would best be suited to help them.

As they drew closer the sound of a loud bell joined with the invitation to see whatever sights it was promising, pinpointing the exact location of a large breasted, shapely bright pink mare prancing near a white dry erase board, sporting a cowbell on her red collar. Pinkie Pie, even under the rule of the caribou, seemed as happy-go-lucky as ever, bouncing around without a care in the world as she carried out her own duties for the caribou.

“Come on all you lucky stallions, today ‘The Amazing Pinkie Pie’ has been told to allow admittance for the low cost of two bits to show how each and every mare performing today is a two bit whore, or less than that if you divide it up. Don’t miss out on your chance to see acts unlike any you’ve seen before, expertly performed by myself, Cupcake and…” One of Pinkie’s sporadic hops sent her heading directly for AJ, but before they both collided the pink mare somehow stopped herself in mid-air, planting her hooves on the ground a moment later. “Applejack?”

“Uhh… Hey there Pinkie.” AJ said giving the best smile she could manage with the addition of a small wave.

Pinkie leapt towards AJ again, this time wrapping the farm mare in a powerful hug, locking in her arms and pressing their bare breasts together, “Where have you been? I’ve missed you so much!”

“Pinkie, I’ve been at Sweet Apple Acres. Y’all know that.” Applejack answered as she fought to break free, finding that even her strength was no match for the other earth mare’s hug.

“But you never write, never come and visit, and you certainly never come to play.”

“Pinkie…” Mac said, his face turning a darker shade of red than his fur as he made himself watch the mares’ embrace. “Ah think you’re hurting her.”

Pinkie released her friend, “Sorry, I’m just SoooOOoooo happy to see you.”

“Well I’m happy to see you too,” Applejack said with mixed feelings.

Pinkie was an odd one, as she had always been, but there was just so much about her that conflicted AJ. The fun loving mare was a red collar, as eager and obedient as ever one was, but there was more to it than that. She recalled catching a few glances of Pinkie back in Canterlot, and to the best of her recollection the caribou saw fit to put a purple collar around her neck back then. By the time Applejack had been handed over to Mac however, Pinkie’s collar had changed and she was in charge of her own bordello.

AJ also noticed from her few times around Pinkie since the Fall that she appeared to be more mindful of the black collars than some of the other reds she had encountered. She would still do things against their will if directly instructed to by a male, but she wouldn’t go out of her way to make them miserable and would do her best to make sure that the mare in question enjoyed herself, even if they didn’t want to. Applejack figured this was Pinkie just being “Pinkie”, and that even with the caribou around she still just wanted to make everyone happy. If having sex was what the stallions wanted, she’d suck a dozen cocks at a time. If a black collar was sad, she’d send them screaming into orgasms that even they couldn’t object to. Compared to Roseluck, who’d hold her own friends down as they got raped if it meant she’d get fucked too, Pinkie was a saint.

That was exactly why Applejack and Mac went to her, because Pinkie was helpful and as long as it would make a pony happier, without breaking the commands given to her, she was glad to be of service. She was perfect for what the Apples had in mind.

“Say Pinkie,” Mac said, working up the courage to set the plan into motion, “AJ… well… AJ has been very good for the last week and Ah wanted to, as a reward, let her spend some time with ya today in the bordello.”

“Really?!” Pinkie’s excitement grew, stars sparkling in her eyes with the thought of sharing some time with her friend. That enthusiasm died quickly though, “Awwww, but I’m gonna be busy aaalllll day.” She said twirling her head around to add a bit of flair to her words.

“Actually…” Mac continued, “Ah meant that Ah want her to join in on whatever it is y’all are doin’ today.”

Pinkie placed a finger by her muzzle and tilted her head to the side, “You told me before you didn’t want us playing together like that.”

“Well… times have changed and AJ really wants to spend some personal time with ya,” Mac‘s mouth suddenly felt dry, as if telling him not to go on, but he had to make this look convincing, “In front of as many ponies as ya can get to watch her.”

Pinkie’s confusion gave way to a great overflowing sense of joy, any chance to play with one of her friends, especially one that stayed as distant as Applejack, was not to be questioned. The pink mare sent her hand down to her crotch, sticking her fingers inside herself to the amazement of the other two earth ponies. Big Mac turned his head, face once more flush with embarrassment as his sister couldn't help but stare. Both assumed they were seeing Pinkie Pie’s kinkier side come to light, but to their surprise her hand quickly returned with a dripping-wet marker.

With the fluid covered writing utensil in hand, Pinkie went over to the dry erase board and used her arm to wipe away what she had written before. With the board cleared, the pink pony popped the cap off her marker and went to work. Using dexterity and coordination unlike anything the Apples had seen before, Pinkie wrote down a new announcement for all to see.

Once finished, Pinkie took a step back to admire her work while Mac took a step forward to see what she had made. The board now had written in the center of it:

FOR ONE DAY ONLY

COME SEE APPLEJACK AND PINKIE PIE AS THEY PLAY

BE TANTALIZED BY THE EROTIC DANCE OF CUPCAKE

AID IN THE THE TRAINING OF THE STUBBORN BLACK COLLAR TRIXIE

AND HAVE FREE REIGN OVER ANY SERVING MARE FOR NO EXTRA CHARGE

ADMITTANCE ONLY TWO BITS!!!

YOU’D HAVE TO BE CRAZY TO PASS THIS UP!

The whole thing was in large, bold letters, encircled by a zigzagging pattern, and even had poorly drawn doodles of mares in ecstasy around it. There was no doubt it was going to draw attention, which Mac had to keep reminding himself was what they wanted.

“There we go, that should have all of Ponyville coming to watch. Mr. Gunne is going to be so pleased.” Pinkie said, making Mac and AJ wonder exactly how much of Ponyville’s affairs the caribou had a hand in, “And I promise I’ll make this the best day ever! Well, until the next time Mac lets you come and play that is.” She continued, turning around to take Applejack by the hand.

“Well thank ya Pinkie, that’s awfully sweet of ya ta do so.” AJ put a smile back on her face, hoping it didn’t look as fake as it felt. She wasn’t sure which part of this she disliked more, the humiliation that was about to ensue or that she was taking advantage of the better nature of one of her friends.

While the two mares shared words, Mac grew curious over one of the names on the board. He was familiar with pretty much every mare in town, but Cupcake wasn’t someone he thought he knew. It sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he could’ve heard the name before. Fortunately for him he didn’t have to wait long for the answer.

“Pinkie~ I hope I’m not too late~” called out a new voice from behind the stallion. He knew that voice, but it couldn’t be.

But of course it was, Mrs. Cake, sauntering towards the bordello with an arm holding that of her husband, and was she a sight to behold. The pleasantly plump mare showed no reservation, sporting a red collar which she casually toyed with, spinning her finger around in the ring in the front. Her mane and tail were a mess, unkempt with strands poking out all over the place. Streams of white cum flowed down the insides of her thick thighs, pouring out from her recently used pussy, and with each step she took her legs spread apart wide enough that he could see a secondary set of streams coming from her well-rounded flank. She had been wrecked, and yet the look on her face said that she loved every minute of it.

“Sorry for the delay,” said Mrs. Cake, rubbing the front half of her body against Mr. Cake’s side, grinding her crotch on his jeans and smearing some of the fluids she was dripping onto them. “But you know my master, always has to frost my sweet holes before I leave the house.”

Both Mac and AJ were stunned, not because of her whorish demeanor, though that didn’t help. They were shocked at the color of the collar she wore. They knew that Mrs. Cake worked at the bordello from time to time, but as far as they knew she was doing so as a black collar.

“Don’t worry about it Cupcake,” said Pinkie dismissing the older mare’s tardiness, “If your master wants you to be late then you’re gonna be late. And besides,” Pinkie reached over to Applejack and pulled her close. “We’ve got somepony else coming to play with us today.”

Mrs. Cake joined the two mares, “Why Applejack, I didn’t expect you to come here. I thought that you didn’t like the way things had changed.”

“Ah don’t- Ah mean Ah didn’t,” Applejack answered, unable to pry her eyes from the image of pure debauchery that was Mrs. Cake, “But Ah had a change of heart. It’s... not so bad once ya get use to it… umm.. ma’am.”

“Oh please Applejack, ma’am is such an old world term. Just call me Cupcake. It sounds so much sexier than ‘ma’am’ or ‘Mrs. Cake’.”

“Okay… Cupcake…” AJ said to satisfy the slutty mare in front of her. If someone had told her before the fall that the woman that sold her pastries would’ve turned into this, she’d have punched them square in the teeth. Now AJ wasn’t sure what she’d believe anymore.

“Well since we’re all here, why don’t we all go inside and get ready.” Pinkie said, ready to get this surprise playdate with AJ started, “The bordello will be opening in thirty minutes, and if I know the stallions they’ll be expecting our legs to do the same.”

“I’ll be right in Pinkie,” said Cupcake, going back to Mr. Cake who was carefully watching everything. “Don’t work too hard master.” The plump pony planted a kiss on her husband’s cheek, to which he returned a light peck.

“Don’t have too much fun in there,” Mr. Cake said in a lightly joking manner.

“I’ll try not master, but that might just be one command I can’t follow.” Cupcake gave the stallion a wink before practically skipping away from the stallion, Mr. Cake watching her until she entered the building completely, her hips jiggling ever so slightly with every step she took.

“Right behind you Cupcake!” Pinkie yelled, running in after. A few seconds later she poked her head back out. “Are ya coming AJ?”

“Just a second, Ah want say goodbye to mah master,” said Applejack.

“Okie dokie, but you better hurry before everyone else calls dibs on all the good joy toys.”

As Pinkie zipped inside, Mac came aside the orange mare. “I’ll be fine." AJ reassured her brother, "Y’all go on and come get me in a while.”

Mac put his arm around his sister and pulled her close as Pinkie had before, “If ya feel like it’s too much, Ah won’t blame ya if ya buck some jerk in the balls,” Mac said half-jokingly, still not entirely happy with all this.

AJ was glad that Mac had her best interests in mind, but she was doing for his sake. She wasn’t about to break his heart by doing something stupid. Not saying another word, she unclipped the leash from her collar and headed in after Pinkie Pie, ready to sacrifice her dignity for her family.

Applejack disappeared from Mac’s sight, leaving the stallion alone in front of the brothel. Well, except for Mr. Cake standing not but a few feet away from him. He, like Mac, had stayed behind for a while after his wife entered the whore house. It was funny though; for a stallion with a red collar mare willing to fuck him like a beast, his lips had a disingenuous curve.

Mac felt he knew that look, the look of a stallion with the weight of Equestria on his mind. What could be bothering him so much? Money problems? Mrs. Cake mentioned something about him working hard. That didn’t look to be it though, with a horny red collar willing, perhaps wanting, to whore herself out at a brothel he’d certainly make some kind of profit off her.

It was only when he heard Mr. Cake release a sigh while leaving the spot he stood at that Mac thought he recognized what was going on, remembering that Gunne had let slip that there was another stallion in town like himself, one whose wife was a red collar. But how could he be sure it was Mr. Cake that the caribou was talking about? He had an idea, and his curiosity wouldn’t let him pass it up.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Mac said following after the lanky stallion, determined to speak with him.

Mr. Cake turned his head back, but didn’t slow down for the clydesdale, “What is it Mac?” he said, hints of anger in his voice.

Mac picked up the pace till he was a foot behind his quarry. “Ah wanted to talk ta ya,”

“Mac, I don’t really want to be associated with a female sympathizer that picks fights with dragons.” Mac could see Mr. Cake’s point. Talking to him outside of business would look bad, but Mac couldn’t let this go. He had to know who the stallion Gunne talked about was.

“It won’t take but a minute,” Mac assured, “I just wanted to know if the word ‘incurable’ meant anything to ya.”

Before Mac knew it, Mr. Cake’s hands had clamped down around his muzzle. Any annoyance he bore before was gone, replaced with a frightened look in his eyes. “Not so loud,” he said in a hushed tone. “At least not out here.”

Mr. Cake took Mac by the shirt, leading him in the direction of Sugar Cane Corner. Mac could’ve stopped him at any time, but he could tell that Mr. Cake was scared that someone else, someone not as understanding as the town’s magistrate was, would listen in, so he let himself get lead inside the building without resistance or complaint.

Inside the bordello, AJ was hardening her will for the inevitable. With Mac gone, she could now feel the anxiety she was suppressing building up inside. The room she was standing in didn’t help matters one bit either.

The second her hoof passed that threshold into the building she was nabbed by Pinkie Pie, who then proceeded to drag the farm mare room to room till they were standing inside the supply room for the place. Inside it were all kinds of toys and devices for perverse partying and pleasure. Shelves overflowing with multicolored mouth gags, funny looking paddles, and dildos of every imaginable shape, size and thickness, including intimidating large ones that only the most loose flexible and loose mare could handle, lined the wall to AJ’s left. To her right were nipple clamps, glittery pasties, cuffs and shackles, and cotton candy panties with the crotches cut out of them hanging from hooks. At the back wall was a large box, “Pinkie’s Party Chest” embossed on it’s front of it, sitting next to a Celestia-shaped blow up doll that had white stains around it’s mouth and crotch, and several cannons stuffed to the brim with phallic objects. And that was only what Applejack could make out, the rest of the room was cluttered with things that she could only wonder what they were.

Standing in a spot that she cleared out for herself, AJ’s gaze was locked on Pinkie as she dug through her party chest, the pink mare taking out random things to help with the show. Her flank wiggled side to side in the air with elation, head full of all the fun and kinky things she wanted to do with her close friend. “Oh we’ll need that! And this! And this too! And definitely this! oh… not that... but this!” Random objects flew all across the room, joining with the other objects scattered across the ground, while AJ looked on with grief at some of the things Pinkie Pie grabbed.

“Uhhhh Pinkie, not ta be a bother, but Ah was hoping that we could avoid anything… fancy.”

“Phanphy?” Pinkie said, poking her head out of the box, holding a floppy rubber stallion dick inside her mouth. She spat the long, limp phallus to the ground. “What does that mean?”

“I think she doesn’t want to play with anything too exotic,” said Cupcake, taking her own assortment of things for her part in the act. “She’s just starting to warm up to the joys of submission, you don’t want to scare her off do you?”

“Of course not!” Pinkie dumped the arm full of sex toys she had back in the chest, ”I’m sorry Applejack, I wasn’t thinking. What do you want to play with?”

AJ sent her eyes from toy to toy, not seeing anything she’d be comfortable using in front of a crowd. No matter how many time she had done it before it never got any easier. “Ah don’t mind ya picking Pinkie. Ah trust your judgement, but try to keep it simple.”

“Simple… Sim… plllleeee…” Pinkie said with a smile putting her arm around AJ’s shoulder. “If it’s nice and easy you're looking for then I got just the thing!” said Pinkie Pie as she winked to her friend in her arm’s grasp.

Pinkie Pie walked AJ to her party chest and moved aside the blow-up Celestia to reveal a smaller box aside it. Opening it, the pink pony revealed a set of toys far tamer than those that filled the rest of the room. Some of them even looked like the kind AJ used to hide in her own closet before the Fall.

Kneeling down, Pinkie grabbed a brightly colored string of beads, the smallest one being the size of a marble while each one along the line increasing in size until the last one was the size of a ripe orange, with a small ring just big enough to fit a pony’s finger in at the end. With the bead string she took out another object, an egg shaped vibrator.

Pinkie held up the beads in front of AJ’s face, “Say hello to Mister Beadsworth,” she said, then twisting the bottom of the egg vibe to get it turned on. “And Eggs Wellington. Mr. Beadsworth likes to take it nice and slow with new friends on stage, and Eggs Wellington loooves to set the mood.” Pinkie gave one of the widest grins AJ had ever seen her make as she held them up on either side of her head “And dont worry, there’s no need to be shy with them. They love to get to know new mares and are very good at getting them nice and playful while being on the stage.”

“Ya…. named them?” AJ questioned.

“Pinkie names all her toys,” Cupcake said, taking a set of nipple pumps to add to her own pile of things, “How else would she tell them apart?” The older mare made a bemused giggle, “I’m going to go set this up on stage for the others Pinkie.”

“Okie dokie, we’ll be out in a minute!” Pinkie replied, waving goodbye as Cupcake left the room, then turned back to AJ, “Here, go ahead, take Mister Beadsworth and this too while I go look for some more things that you’ll like.”

AJ took the bead string and a tube of lubrication from Pinkie, eyeing them in her hand momentarily before turning around. Just relax, it’s not anything ya ain’t had in ya before, she thought, perking her tail up high while slathering the spheres she held in the lubrication. Using an arm to brace herself on the wall, she took a deep breath, exhaled, and pushed the first of the beads through her sphincter. It went in easily, but it was only the smallest of what she had to get inside. With another deep breath she pushed the next one inside, spreading her ass a little farther than the first time before closing once more around the string part of the sex toy.

Again and again she felt her O-ring spread, each time becoming more uncomfortable than the last as they pushed her insides further apart, till all that was left was the final orb sticking out of her. She strained herself to get that last one in, but even with the substance on it to make it slick the ball wouldn’t quite fit in. Even with all the times it had been unwillingly fucked AJ still had a tight, firm ass. She kept at it though, doing all that she could to get it in.

It wasn’t until she felt something else push against it hard as a hand grab her by the hip that enough force was put on it to slowly, but surely, jam it all the way in. AJ clenched, not only her ass, but her whole body. The plastic ball was far too large, even with the other ones having gone in first to make way. In the end, it made it’s way inside to join with the others, leaving AJ struggling and panting with only the plastic ring left sticking out of her.

“Thank ya Pinkie,” Applejack said, knowing it had to be the other mare that assisted her, “Ah needed a little help back there.”

“AJ…” The farm mare heard, stricken with a tinge of fear at how foreboding and somehow dark the two letters sounded. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Taking a chance to look behind her, AJ saw that it was indeed Pinkie standing right behind her, but something was off with her, something she recalled seeing before. The mare’s bright pink fur had darkened to a shadowy shade, her poofy hair straightened out so that it draped down her shoulders and back, and the happy go lucky expressions on her face were replaced with ones of hatred and anger.

“Hold on sugarcube, I think-” AJ was grabbed by the arm and spun around, slamming her back against the wall so she could be face to face with the farm mare. Pinned as she was by Pinkie’s hands, Applejack was far too confused and frightened to defend herself, only able to move her eyes up and down Pinkie, taking note that somehow the party pony’s red collar had been swapped for a purple one.

“I expected a fuck-slut like Mrs. Cake to end up in a place like this, but not you.” Pinkie snarled, her fingernails starting to dig into AJ’s fur and flesh.

“Pinkie, ya know that Mac brought me here as a reward,” said AJ, not sure if this was some kind of test, or if Pinkie had gone off the deep end. “He wanted me to have spend some time with ya, remember?”

The farm pony flinched as Pinkie slammed a fist right next to her head, “Bullshit! You expect me to believe that after everything you’ve done to let those mother fucking caribou bastards know that you’re not going to be a part of this, that you’re just rolling over and giving in?”

Applejack grabbed the arm Pinkie was using to hold her down, her instincts telling her to get the mare off her else she was gonna take a beating. Though as she was about to push her friend off, she stopped when caught another look at Pinkie face. The anger was still there, but with it were also signs of sadness, “Pinkie, are you crying?”

The dark pink pony brought her free arm back, wiping up the tears starting to well up in her eyes with a loud snort, “Of course not, I’m not a fucking crybaby.” Pinkie took a few more wipes with her arm and then placed her hand back firmly, but much more gently, on her friend’s shoulder. “AJ, let me make this very, VERY, clear for you. If you give in, you can’t go back. You’ll be their plaything for the rest of your life, and eventually you’ll regret it. Is that what you want?”

Applejack couldn’t stand the idea of lying to her friend, but she couldn’t tell her the truth. Out of all her former friends, Pinkie was the one who would let something like this slip on accident. She couldn’t even rely on a Pinkie Promise to keep her quiet if one of caribou commanded her to give out any secrets she had. Plenty of ponies had met their downfall by telling the wrong pony the wrong things.

But with the way Pinkie was looking at her AJ couldn’t just say nothing, so she decided to met the mare in the middle, “It doesn’t matter what I want. That’s up to my master to decide, right?”

AJ suddenly heard hoofsteps, forcing her head to tilt downwards. The pink pony’s leg was moving uncontrollably, like something was bothering it. That stopped as suddenly as it started, and when Applejack looked back up she spotted Pinkie’s ears moving around in a similar state of irritation. Lastly, Pinkie’s entire body quivered so intensely that AJ could feel her vibrations through her own body. When she was done the mare stepped back from Applejack, turning her back to the farm pony.

“You’re playing a dangerous game AJ,” Pinkie said, gloom falling over her.

“I ain’t playing any games,” This was as far from a game as it could get for the farm mare. This was a matter of protecting her kin, and she took that more seriously than anything else in the world.

“Fine,” Pinkie relented, stepping back from AJ, “Go outside and wait, I’ll be out in a minute.”

AJ obeyed Pinkie’s request. The girl needed some alone time to sort this out, Applejack could tell that even from a mare as impossible to predict like Pinkie. AJ exited the storage room, leaving as Pinkie brought her arms up to hold herself, and as the orange mare closed the door she heard are few small whimpers and sobs right before it closed completely.

AJ didn’t stray too far, she wanted to be there for Pinkie when she came out. That Pinkie was a red or purple or whatever collar the caribou slapped on her made no difference, she was a pony in need and more than that she was a friend, of which AJ had few left. She would’ve waited there all day if she had to, forgoing any attempts at following through with the plan, but she found that wouldn’t be necessary.

Not even five minutes had passed when Applejack saw the knob on the door turn, and out came Pinkie, bright colored and once more in a collar of red. The mare looked left, then right, stopping when she laid eyes on the farm mare, “There you are!” she said in a delightful tone.

“Ya told me ta come out here and wait for ya,” said AJ in return, “Are y’all okay sugarcube?”

“Okay? Why wouldn’t I be?” questioned Pinkie, “I’m a little upset that you left without telling me, but that’s not important. The show’s about to start, and we’ve gotta get on stage before the curtain rises. Don’t want to disappoint all the readers who want to see us together.”

“Readers?” AJ asked, not sure what Pinkie was going on about.

“Yeah, all of them right there,” said Pinkie, pointing at a wall behind Applejack.

Applejack turned around, looking out the window Pinkie’s arm was directed towards. Outside she could easily see the many stallions looking at the dry erase board the pink mare had wrote on before they entered, looking very interested about what was written on it.

“Ah see, then Ah suppose we shouldn’t keep ‘em waiting,” said AJ before being grabbed by the hand and pulled through the building again. AJ stumbled and tripped along, keeping up with the pink pony a well as she could, ending up in the backstage area of the bordello’s showroom before she could find proper footing again.

Dozens of other slave mares were already there in wait, red and black collars alike. The reds were all scurrying about, making some last minute adjustments to themselves. They applied lipstick and blush to their faces, inserted a variety of things into their pussies and flanks, spit into their hands and rubbed the fluids on their slits to give themselves a wet look, anything they thought would make it more likely to be picked by one of the customers.

Some of the black collars were doing the same, but most were doing their best to just stay out of the ways and go unnoticed, except for a few angry-looking ones that were securely bound, equipped with hobbling chains on their ankles and arm binders that forced their arms back and their chests out, leashes danglingly between the valley of their breasts.

As AJ’s eyes wandered from mare to mare, the sound of the gathering crowd could be heard from behind a large curtain separating the mares from the stage itself. The brothel was filling up, meaning that the farm pony only had a few moments left before she had to put on the best act of her life.

“Theres so many out there…. We might not have enough girls for this,” said a pegasus peeking out the curtain.

Pinkie Pie, curious to the size of the audience, pushed the pegasus out of the way, taking her place behind the velvet divider. A sea of ponies was all the party mare could see, every seat in the house filled with stallions waiting for the show to begin. It was easily one of the biggest crowds Pinkie had seen in a while, and her eyes widened in joy and she bounced up and down on spot, making the cowbell on her collar ring.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Theres so many!“ Pinkie’s excitement was so loud that everyone in the building could hear her, and laughter could be heard coming from tables as the stallion snickered and chuckled at the oversexed mare’s enthusiasm.

Pinkie spun around, pushing out her ample chest, and reached behind her back to pull out a mock soldier helmet from seemingly nowhere. Placing it on her head, she addressed the mares under her charge, “Ok girls listen up! Front and center!”

All the mares around AJ stopped what they were doing, save for a few of the black collars, and dashed to form a line in front of the earth pony. AJ followed the others’ example, taking a place at the far end of the line.

Pinkie made a few paces back and forth in front of the other mares, making as serious a face as she could, which made her look sillier for it. “Ok we've got a packed house and I already see a lot of stallions just waiting to fuck us all silly. Today is going to be one of the toughest days of your lives. Some of you might break under the pressure!” She got right in front of a shaking black collared unicorn and stared her in the eye, “and some of you may want to quit!” Pinkie said as she dashed in front of another black collar, causing her to make a small yelp, “But we don't have quitters here! It’s every mares’ job here to make sure every stallion that enters past those doors leaves completely satisfied! If we all work together I KNOW we can make it happen! I'm counting on each and every one of you to give it your all!”

The red collars all clapped and cheered at the pink mare’s speech, and AJ even caught a few of the black collars join in too. Leave it to Pinkie to figure out how to turn getting violated against your will into something fun. Pinkie Pie gave her hoof a hard stomp. “Now lets get this party started girls! Get those lights ready! Man your stations! Grab your favorite toys! And MOST….OF….. ALL!” Pinkie paused for a second, letting the tension rise. “Have fun out there!”

The curtains spread apart and the mares dashed off in different directions to get things ready to go as Pinkie tossed her helmet aside with a sigh and smile before turning to face the crowd.

The audience outside the curtain were all ready, the lights dimming till the room was nearly in complete darkness around them as a pair of spotlights flipped on and honed in on Pinkie Pie. The pink mare walked out to the edge of the stage, a fast tempoed beat starting up and filling the room with music. She walked out with no inhibitions, taking the time to shake her breasts for everyone watching and turn around to show off her curvaceous rump.

As the party mare danced and strutted her stuff, a barrage of confetti and streamers exploded on stage, fired from several party cannons placed at the placed on either side of the platform. It didn’t deter or distract Pinkie for a moment, and she continued her titillating dance unabated even as the paper rained down upon her, sending a seductive look towards the crowd as she spread her legs and bent over, placing the fingers of her hand on one of her ankles and allowed it to glide up her leg as she rose back up, giving herself a powerful slap on the ass once she stood fully upright again.

The crowd’s cheers hit AJ like a wave as she watched Pinkie dance, letting them get a good look of every part of her body, sending her hands across her the top of her breasts and down her body to her hips and she swayed them side to side. As she watched on, she became equally fascinated and repulsed at the same time. How did Pinkie pull this off? How was she able to do all this when back in the supply closet she showed clear signs of hatred towards the caribou? How could she warn AJ about the dangers of submitting to their will one minute and then have her fingers knuckle deep inside her vagina the next.

As AJ watched on, unable to look away as the mental image of her friend slowly crumbled, she tried her hardest to figure out what her secret was, since learning it could help her when it was her time to go up there. Honestly it was like she was a completely different pony altogether, like the Pinkie she thought she knew was somewhere else.

It was only when Pinkie’s dance was coming to a close that AJ determined what she thought was the answer. That the mare on stage wasn’t the one she knew, at least not in mind. She didn’t know why or how, but somehow Pinkie had mentally separated herself from this. What she was seeing was some sort of alter ego, something she made to cope with all that had happened. Could AJ even attempt to duplicate something like that, to disassociate herself completely from the world around her and take on some other persona? And even if she could, would she want to?

As Pinkie Pie’s dance finished she pulled her fingers out of her now soaked crotch, bringing her hand to her lips and licking the fluids off. Cheers renewed at the sight of the mare’s indecent actions, the stallions hardly able to contain themselves at what they had just seen.

Pleased at the response that she got, the pink pony took her now streamer draped body to the front of the stage, grabbing a microphone waiting for her there. “Hey all you Gentlecolts out there, are you ready for the show?!”

The crowd replied with a resounding, “Yes!”

“I SAAAAIIID ARE YOU READY FOR A SHOW?!” The crowd of stallions gave their reply again, this time so loud it felt like it shook the building, “Then let me introduce for your viewing, and eventually full on touching pleasure, today’s performers!”

One of the spotlights zipped away from Pinkie to another smaller stage off to the side, revealing Mrs. Cake from the darkness. “Let me introduce you all to tonight’s side attractions! To my left, our one and only Cupcake, ready to shake her moneymaker and give you boys everything she’s got!”

At Pinkie’s cue, Mrs. Cake placed her hand on a pole sticking out from the center of the platform she was on and begun her own dance of seduction, lifting up her leg to wrap it around the metal bar, using it to to press her mound against it. The men gave the mare a round of whistles and cat calls, imploring her to proceed. Their wish was her command, so she started her dance proper, using her leg’s grip to spin herself round and round, giving the stallions a good look at all she had to offer.

“And to my right, a mare known for her need for attention and an attitude that needs adjustment, the weak, and powerless, TRIXIE!!!” Another spotlight moved away from Pinkie at lightning speed, shining down on another stage like the one Mrs. Cake was on, except that this one was surrounded by thick metal bars. The blue mare inside had one of her hands cuffed to her own dance pole, a chastity belt hugging tightly around the waist of her otherwise exposed body as several things filling her pussy and ass hummed deep inside her blocked-off holes. Unlike her other co-performers though, she wasn’t about to go into an erotic dance for the stallions ogling her, something that the males didn’t appreciate.

The boos and hisses from them frightened her, forcing her to recoil away, which only provoked the unsatisfied males to take things further, throwing at the mare some spoiled fruits that they had brought just in case this particular mare had the nerve to refuse entertaining them. She was struck from all sides, ineffectually using her arms to block the on coming barrage, yelling out protests to her poor treatment that were drowned out by the combination of music, boos and laughter.

AJ could see the mare screaming, but not a single word made it to her ears. Her helpless pleas were swallowed up by the sea of males and the sound of spoiled fruit splattering against the mare's body, until all that remained was a discolored mixture of mush and tears before the hapless unicorn dropped to her knees.

“And lastly our main attraction, joining me up here at center stage for her debut appearance, my good friend... APPLEJACK!” The other spotlight left Pinkie and searched around the stage until finally landing of AJ. “Coming here all the way from Sweet Apple Acres, being rewarded for her recent good behavior, the lovely mare is ready and willing to show you all how much of a horny slut she is.”

The farm pony froze, she wasn’t sure she was ready for this, but she had to be. She had to make every one of these bastards think that she was willing, that she had what it took to be a red collar. Taking one final gulp, AJ went to join Pinkie.

The light followed her each step of the way, and while Mrs. Cake was in the middle of her dance routine, AJ knew all eyes were on her. They were silent, unblinking, and would judge her every move in this charade. She had to make this look good, but she didn’t know how. She couldn’t do one of those provocative dances, and she was far too modest to stick her fingers into herself. This was seeming more and more like a mistake with each passing minute, and if AJ was going to get through this she needed help.

Fortunately for her, help came in the form of Pinkie Pie. The party pony had moved around in the darkness, circling around AJ and coming up from behind. Applejack was so preoccupied with what she thinking about what she would do that she didn’t notice her friend until she grabbed her and slid a wildly buzzing egg vibrator in between her legs, pressing it against her sensitive folds.

“Oh mah stars!” AJ cried in surprise, the unexpected pleasure catching her mid-step. The leg she stood on gave way beneath her and she tumbled down right to the floor, landing on her hands and knees.

Next thing she knew, her tail was hiked up behind her, grabbed at it’s base by Pinkie and moved out of the way so she could get at the nicely toned flank in front of her. Without any warning, Pinkie drove her muzzle in between AJ’s cheeks so she could glide her tongue along the outer part of her friend’s anal ring, flicking at it, knocking around the string holding the plastic ring.

A slight shiver traveled up AJ’s spine as the tongue lovingly licked at her dirty hole, “I’ll help you relax,” said Pinkie, just loud enough for AJ alone to hear her, “And don’t you worry, I’ll be very gentle”.

Pinkie Pie moved to the inner ring, teasingly pressing her tongue into it and of her to push into her, until she pushed a bit too hard and her tongue slipped into AJ’s anus. Applejack let out a sharp gasp. This was just the excuse she needed, a way to be demeaned in public according to plan, while being able to tell herself it wasn’t by choice. With Pinkie face pressing fully between her cheeks and her not making any effort to get away had to be enough to prove that she was willing, right?

She wanted to believe that, but she knew better. Stallions called mares who took it without participating “dead fucks” and would punish them for not even bothering to struggle. To be convincing she’d have to do something, but it was hard to think of what with Pinkie twirling and flicking her tongue inside her.

Play along Applejack, what is it these guys like to see? As AJ did her best to think through what Pinkie was doing, she felt a powerful shock of pleasure course through her body, a pleasurable vibration touching her lower lips once more. It was so unexpected that she couldn’t hold herself back; her arms giving way, making the front half of her body lean down her breast pressed flat on the hardwood beneath her, AJ releasing a deep, throaty moan as her mind filled with good feelings.

It sent her into such a haze of pleasure that she nearly missed the applause given by males, catching only the tail end of it when feelings began to fade. This was what they wanted, for her to just let loose and let her body do what came natural. To give into lust and desire, to simply fuck the other earth mare with her for their amusement. Maybe under different circumstances she could’ve done just that, if it was something just between her and her friend, and without the implication that giving into desire meant giving into the caribou.

Perhaps that was how Pinkie separated things in her head, seeing all this as nothing more than having sex with a friend, and maybe if AJ could do the same she could pull this off herself. It took a lot of effort, Pinkie’s poking and prodding at her nethers not helping, to concentrate, to block out that she was being watched, but eventually AJ managed to focus in on only herself and her friend.

With only herself and Pinkie in her consciousness, AJ relaxed little by little, allowing herself to start to enjoy what was happening to her. Her whole body rocked forward with each slurp of Pinkie’s tongue, causing her nipples to grind along the floor, only to be pulled back by the hips each time as the party pony pulled Applejack’s flank back into her face. Even without phasing out the voyeurs, AJ would’ve had trouble not enjoying this. Pinkie was far too skilled at pleasing people, and every touch from her created a new sensation that AJ couldn’t deny.

The trembling of the vibrator grazing her soft lips, touching ever so slightly, added to subtle accent to the invasion of her ass, one powerful and direct while the other was weak and teasing. It was like Pinkie had perfectly calculated what it would take to make Applejack’s pleasure build, but never push past that peak that would give her climax. AJ felt like she could hold her like that all week if she wanted, but that wasn’t going to do at all. While AJ was willing to see this as just sex between two friends, she still didn’t want to give the caribou the satisfaction of causing of the most intense orgasm she might ever have.

So when AJ pulled away it was Pinkie’s turn to be in for a surprise, the pink mare falling forward with the absence of the well toned rump in front of her. “Pinkie, Ah just can’t let ya do all the work,” AJ stated, snatching the egg vibrator right out of Pinkie’s hand. “It’s about time Ah made y’all feel good to.”

The farm mare climbed over Pinkie, rolling her on her back, straddling her waist so the two could be face to face, Pinkie giving her a big smile smile. “Okay Applejack, let’s see what you’ve got.”

AJ was up for the challenge, cupping one of the mare’s enormous breasts in one hand while bring down the egg vibe down on the other. Pinkie had done her best to make AJ happy, even if it was in a way that was tainted by the caribou, the least she could do was return the favor. Pressing her thumb and the vibrator against Pinkie’s nipples, the farm mare flicked at the soft, but increasingly hardening, nubs, receiving some light coos from Pinkie for her efforts.

She took her time at first, going nice and slow, allowing Pinkie’s pleasure to increase at a snail’s pace as her own eased back down to manageable levels. She wasn’t sure if this was doing it for all the guys watching, but Pinkie was certainly enjoying the teasing, spreading her legs as her enjoyment grew. Those large pillowy mammaries of hers must’ve been really sensitive, the lightest of touches and caresses making her fidget and kick reactively. AJ could’ve done what Pinkie was trying to accomplish, hold that girl at the peak of pleasure and never let her slip over the edge, but for the sake of her respect for the mare she wanted to keep this short and sweet.

Lifting her body off of her friend, Applejack placed her hand to her crotch, spreading her lower lips wide open to the joy of those who saw it. She could feel that she had become wet, but that wasn’t unexpected; Pinkie had done a good job, and as resistant as AJ was she knew her body had urges that needed fulfilling from time to time. With her entrance a slick as it was, she had no trouble slipping the vibrator into the hole, having it halfway inside and outside of her at the same time. With the vibrator in place between her lips, AJ gave into her the urges of her body only slightly and let herself indulge in her friend’s advances.

Using her hips for leverage she slowly pushed down into her friend, moving the exposed vibrator into Pinkie’s hole, the vibrations meeting the mare with surprise as she gave a pleasant squeal. Pinkie looked up to meet her gaze with her friend, reaching up to wrap her arms around the farm pony’s neck so she could pull her close. The pink pony lifted her head up, closed her eyes, and planted a kiss on AJ’s lips.

AJ, without an ounce of resistance, starting moving her hips back and forth, pushing her crotch into her friend’s, the vibrator becoming a connecting point between the two, each hip thrust causing the object to vanish inside them momentarily before revealing itself again when Appplejack pulled back, all the while the vibrator staying perfectly between the two, becoming covered in their combined juices. AJ clenched her eyes, feeling her growing pleasure returning, working its way to becoming as strong as it had been before.

“More Applejack! MORE!” Pinkie screamed at the top of her lungs, AJ happy to oblige in her aroused state, increased her pace, slamming her hips down with force, feeling her pleasure as it was reaching its peak. She just needed a little more to send her over, and she had an idea what would set her off.

Reaching behind herself, she grabbed the plastic ring coming from her rectum and pulled with all her might. One by one the balls inside her came out, each one sparking her nerves until finally halfway through them the farm mare let out a cry of climax, Pinkie joining with her own sounds of ecstasy. Their pussies spasmed, exploding their fluids while they orgasmed, spewing their liquids onto the stage where, the crowds cheering them on. AJ didn’t listen to them, she only wanted to focus on her and Pinkie, to make this experience as pleasant to her as possible.

She was still embarrassed, and didn’t really want to be there, but it didn’t feel completely terrible when she tuned out those around her. She gave a smile, letting go more than she had intended to, and when she noticed it she could only think of how glad she was that Mac wasn’t around to see her like this.

Mac stood just inside the entrance of Sugar Cube Corner, keeping track of Mr. Cake as he locked all the doors and windows of his shop, closing blinds and putting up a “Closed for business” sign. It was obvious to Mac that he was dead on the money about his assumptions, Mr. Cake was another stallion just like him, completely unchanged from the caribou’s manipulations.

Mr. Cake ran into his kitchen, locking his back door last, before going back to Mac. The panic stricken looked up at the taller male, the first thing out of his mouth being one question. “Mac, are you part of the resistance?!”

“What? No, I’m not with any of them,” Mac replied, understanding Mr. Cake’s fears. There were still ponies out there trying to fight the caribou, mares and other stallions like Mac that opposed this new order, actively rebelling against them to try and take back Equestria. Problem was that they weren’t doing a very good job of getting rid of them and being part of them was the quickest way to get yourself blanked or switched into a mare. Mac was just glad that none out his relatives were foolish enough to join up.

“Oh thank Equestria!” Mr. Cake said aloud, “There were rumors spreading around town for a long time now that you were working with them. I thought you were gonna try and recruit me.”

This was news to Mac, but it did explain why everyone wanted Spike to beat him up. It also explained why Mr. Cake didn’t want to speak with him in public, “Wait a second, thank ‘Equestria’?” the clydesdale asked, picking up on Mr. Cake’s euphemism.

“It’s… what I use to replace… you know,” Mr. Cake said, “It gets a lot less looks from ponies that hear it.”

“Huh…” Mac said, admiring Mr. Cake’s idea. There were quite a few times that Mac fell back into the habit of saying things like 'Thank Celestia', but such a change to his old habits could be easily adapted, “I’m going off track, Ah wanted to know-”

“If I was ‘incurable’,” said Mr. Cake sullenly, gesturing Mac to come with him into the back, “I’ll tell you what they told me.”

Mac followed, and not long after was seated at a table across from the stallion. They both sat in silence, neither one sure where to start. It felt weird for both of them, being able to sit down and talk to another stallion about how the world changed without them. In the end, it was Mr. Cake who spoke up first.

“They called it ‘Male Submissive Disorder’,” he explained, “When the psychiatrist gave me the diagnosis I didn’t know what it meant. Then he told me the details about it, that I was mentally unable to take charge, it all started to make sense.”

“Unable to take charge?” Mac asked, “What’s that mean?”

“It means I don’t have a spine,” Mr. Cake said bluntly, “I always let Cupcake make the decisions when it came to everything. The shop, the money, our…” Mr. Cake wiped his brow, placing his face in his hands after. “I couldn’t even do anything when they kicked in our door, or when they ripped off Cupcake’s dress and raped her on the front counter. I just stood there terrified as they took turns on her.”

Mac didn’t blame the stallion; the caribou were physically strong and so numerous that even he couldn’t beat them with his strength, Mr. Cake would’ve of been taken down instantly. But this also told Mac something else, that there were several factors that could make a male “incurable”, since what they diagnosed Mr. Cake with was different from his own.

“They didn’t even bother putting me on trial, said that the had nothing to fear from a pony like me. Eventually they gave Cupcake back to me, ordering me to whore her out as part of therapy, with Gunne breathing down my neck to make sure that I did what I was told.”

“They did the same with me an’ AJ,” said Mac, “Ah have to personally bind her before she goes to work. Ah guess Gunne told ya get her that red collar she wears too.”

Mr. Cake shook his head, “It was Cupcake’s idea.”

“Cupcake?”

“She came to me one day and told me she wanted to be seen as a red collar. Said that it’d be for the best, that it would be better this way. Then she started walking around like…. that.” Mr. Cake said disgusted, “Collecting sperm from the bordello so she could make the other stallions think I was just one of the guys.”

“And was it worth it?” Mac had to know if being a red collar was all it was cracked up to be.

“It got the caribou off our backs, got other stallions to stop hurting her, and we get to pick the days she goes to the bordello now. It’s… it’s just better this way... for her… for all of us...”

“Even you? Ah personally don’t like AJ having to fuck every stallion in town each and every month. Doesn’t it bother ya the same way?”

“It’s… just sex, Mac,” Mr. Cake answered, “Pointless, meaningless sex. Me and Cupcake know we love each other, and that’s all that matters.”

“Ya can’t be fine with that,” Mac argued, “That’s your wife doing who knows what in that building. If it wasn’t for mah kin getting in trouble for AJ’s actions than I’d have never sent her there.”

Mr. Cake lifted his hand and slammed it down on the table, “Dammit Mac!” he yelled, shaking, holding back his emotions the best he could. “I have a family too...”

The two went silent. Mac felt terrible, he had pushed this conversation too far. Mr. Cake didn’t like his wife having to fuck, but the Cakes had other things to worry about. “Sorry Mr. Cake, Ah forgot about… Look, I’m just gonna leave. Don’t worry ‘bout me bothering ya’ll again.” The clydesdale had overstayed his welcome and had been inconsiderate to another pony in their own home. Not wanting to burden the stallion anymore, he left out out the front door so everyone would know he didn’t stay very long. Upset with himself, and with no place else to go, Mac went back to the brothel to check on AJ, hoping that she was doing better than he was at making this all work out.

“I’m sorry, but admittance is two bits sir.” A red collared mare blocked Mac’s way inside the bordello, insisting that the stallion toss two coins into a basket before heading inside.

“Look, Ah have a slave performing in there. Ah want to check on her to see how she’s coming along, just one quick peek and I’m out.” Mac said, having left his coin pouch at home by mistake.

“I have to apologize again sir, but I just can’t do that. If I did that my master would have my ass when he found out. Though…” The mare gave Mac a pair of bedroom eyes and turned around. “If you want you could have my ass right now.”

Mac rolled his eyes, “Then could ya go in and check for me?”

“I’m not allowed to leave my post sir,” the mare replied.

Mac was about to give up and find a place to sit as he waited for Applejack to finish, but while trying to leave he heard the sound of a few coins being dropped into the collection basket. “Let the man in, he’s with me.” A caribou walked towards Mac, having used his antlers to levitate four bits ahead of him.

“Gunne, wasn’t expecting to see you here,” said Mac.

“When I heard your mare was here doing what she was suppose to, I had to come see,” Gunne said, being discreet, but making Mac know what he meant. “Why don’t we have a look see to make sure she’s not making a fool of herself. It’ll give me some time to check in on one of my wards too.”

“Your wards?” asked Mac as the caribou put his arm around his shoulder, leading the stallion inside, “Oh right, Pinkie mentioned you earlier.”

“She’s a wild one, but controllable when you know which buttons to press.” Gunne added, making Mac feel uneased at how he spoke of the mare. “Enough about her though, let’s check on Applejack.”

The inside of the bordello was dark, but being within that darkness allowed Mac to see what it hid. He had entered a large room with Gunne, tables placed all around it, not an empty seat at any of them. Going around the room offering drinks and refreshments were perhaps two or three dozen assorted mares, some which were in use, sitting in the laps of stallions while moving their pussies up and down on their cocks or kneeling under the tables, taking the lengths of the males into their mouths.

These were little distraction for Mac, as he was fixated on what was at the back of the room; Applejack, on stage rubbing her breasts against Pinkie Pie’s, her hips straddled over the pink mare’s, their vaginas touching with something that he could hardly make out placed between the two mares lower lips. AJ had pulled it off and was able to disgrace herself in front of everyone in the bordello and it even looked like she was able to force a smile. Mac was not entirely comfortable about what he was seeing, but this act was the first small step towards getting that red collar, which in the long run would be worth it, he hoped.

“She’s doing a better job than I thought she would,” Gunne commented with some satisfaction as the two mares let out a cry of climax, AJ pulling something out of her ass as they did, “It’s a much better act than at your farm, I’d almost say she’s actually enjoying herself. Maybe the problem all this time was the stallions. She must’ve had a preference for other mares all along.”

Mac’s head shot to Gunne, brow furrowed at the caribou. He didn’t like the insinuation that AJ was a lesbian, though more because he refused to think of his little sister in a sexual manner than a matter of her preferences.

“Settle down Mac,” said Gunne, giving a smirk, “I’m trying to getting a rise out of you.” Grabbing the stallion by the arm the caribou turned him towards the exit, leading Mac back outside, “But now that we know she’s doing alright let’s discuss a few things about how to get the stallions to start liking you again.”

“Me?” Mac said trying to get another glimpse of his sister, “But what about AJ?”

“She’s fine Mac,” Gunne replied, “After she’s done with the pink one she’ll spend some time fucking some stallions and be done by the time we get back. However, if you want to have the stallions stop treating you like a pariah then we need to work on your image.”

“I ain’t gonna do anything that’s against mah morals,” Mac said, having a good idea what Gunne would suggest he do.

“Don’t worry, even you shouldn’t have reservations about this. Tell me, how do you feel about doing some volunteer work?”

“Volunteer work?” Mac asked.

“There are a few places around Ponyville that could use the help of stallion like yourself. The pound, the local pet store, that ranch near your farm, all of them have purple collars that could use a bit of grooming to spruce them up a little.”

“Purple collars? Ah don’t know Gunne, those poor girls make me feel uncomfortable.”

“Then think of it as trying to help them out,” said Gunne, once more trying to appeal to Mac’s better nature, “Take them to your farm, let them run around, give them a good cleaning and warm meal. Perhaps you could make their lives just a tiny bit better by showing them some of that kindness you think the other stallions lack.”

Mac thought for a moment about what the caribou was saying. He did enjoy the idea of making things better for those unfortunate mares while making the others think he was embracing the new order. Maybe if they were treated better, he could even pull them back from beyond the brink, restore some of their minds to them. He didn’t know if that was possible, but it was enough motivation to make the clydesdale accept the proposition. “Okay, I’ll do it, but only if Ah get to treat them how Ah choose while they're on my property.”

“I’m sure no one will object to your methods with the purples,” Gunne replied, “Most treat them gingerly regardless. Now let’s go to my office, I’ve got some paperwork for you to fill out so we can get this underway.”

As the two made their way out, Mac stopped to give his sister one last check before leaving. She was still at it, having changed her position, moving to her knees with Pinkie in the same pose in front of her as Applejack ran some toy over the sensitive areas of the other mare’s breasts and crotch, putting on the best show she could muster for the crowd. She would be ok, she’d get through this, and when she could get some rest and this would all become a distant dream.