A darkness that had fallen over Applejack was beginning to lift, and once more she was returning to the realm of the living. This time, however, with a little more understanding of her situation. She was in the custody of two royal guards, ones she knew as traitors to the crown and Equestria as a whole. They had allied with creatures known as caribou, aided them in an attack on Canterlot, and were rounding up every pony in sight, knocking out stallions while stripping, raping and slapping painful collars on all the mares.

She could feel herself moving once more, but could tell she was no longer inside the cage or the cart she was in before. Now she was being held by her arms, lifted up off the ground as she was being transported someplace, unable to fight back while she recovered from her most recent shock. Her vision, while slowly recovering, was still a blurred haze like the one she had awoken to after her earlier harsh shocking that day. Those batons were terribly powerful, feeling like they had enough power in them to take down a stampeding buffalo, and repeated shocks were taking their toll.

With her return to consciousness came the return of the events that happened back at the cart. The farm pony sure felt guilty about the pain she had brought to that other mare, but she also couldn’t help but think that if she would have ignored her and made a break for it that she wouldn’t be in the situation she was right now, which made her feel even worse for wishing she had abandoned an injured pony in her time of need. That was only one of many thoughts spinning around in her head though, as there was still the ever present issue of the invasion, which she was still determined to put to a stop. She’d just have to find the unicorn after this was all over and hope that a heartfelt apology along with her freedom from these animals would be enough to make up for what she had done.

“Careful!” One of the guards exclaimed, feeling her twitch and seeing her face scrunch up in discomfort, “She’s waking up, maybe we should give her another shock.”

“Don’t worry,” said the second guard, “We’re almost there, just get her into the room.”

The sounds of empty threats and woeful moans could be heard muffled from behind a door, becoming clear when the guards pushed it open. AJ, still unable to work up the strength to break free, lifted her head weakly at her surroundings. It appeared that she was in some kind of locker room, the kind one would find in a stadium or gym. The room was filled with stallions, some partially dressed in armor, others fully nude, each one looking to be more of the turned royal guard. Most hardly even noticed that the two stallions had entered with her, all too busy molesting their own bound and helpless mares in one form or another.

The mares all looked to be fellow royal guards, ponies who were being raped by those they had once fought side by side with. Pegasi were being held face-down on tables, their feathers being plucked off one by one as they were fucked from behind, some of the bastards going so far as to cram their violating dicks into their victim’s unwilling and unprepared asses. Those that had their wings completely plucked were being fitted with black cases that covered their wings, making one mare yell out in agony as it was placed on.

The non-pegasus females in the room were not faring much better, the stallions shoving their cocks down some of their throats without remorse or restraint. Others were being bent across small benches placed around the room or slammed up against the lockers with relentless force. The mares were unable to resist the stronger males’ powerful jabs into exposed privates, and those that might have been able to being teamed up on by several of their former comrades. AJ could see few unicorns in the crowd, but those she did had their horns cut down to a mere stump, seemingly having be removed by an incredibly sharp blade from how smooth the remaining surface looked.

The most atrocious part of it all was how the males all seemed to revel in their actions, loudly celebrating every time one of their ranks shot a load of cum into the face of a mare or into their vaginas, grinning with glee at their conquest. The pegasi and unicorns made this all the more apparent as wings were proudly spread out wide, fully erect to show their excitement, and horns shot off magical sparks of varying intensities when the unicorns that possessed them reached climax.

“Ok guys, make room! We got a celebrity here!” The guards holding AJ called out, allowing a bunch of guards that had just finished applying a wing sheath to one of the mares to move her out of the way. With the table now void of any obstructions, the farm mare was turned around, lifted up high, and slammed onto the table back first.

The impact knocked the wind right out of Applejack, but woke her up completely as she desperately gasped for air. The males took advantage of her inability to react from the blow, grabbing her arms and legs, pulling them far apart from one another.

“This one’s a tough one. Broke one of the cages getting her here.” said one of the guards that had escorted her in. “Somepony get some chains so we can tie her down. Then we’ll show her what happens to mares that try to escape.”

Two stallions watching from aside the table gave a nod and went off the fulfill the request, going off out of AJ’s sight. She didn’t have to be shown what would happen to her though; at this point it was painfully clear what their intent was. If she didn’t do something soon they were going to tie her up like a calf at a rodeo and fuck her holes like the rest of the mares in the room.

She struggled with all her might, pulling and pushing her appendages as sporadically as she could to break free. “That’s it, I’m zapping her,” said one of the guards that had brought her in. He let go of Applejack’s leg with one of his hands to reach for the stun stick at his side. He would soon come to regret this, as she easily slipped out of his grasp, pulling her leg far back so she could get the momentum to send a powerful kick into the stallion’s chest. The male pony practically flew backwards, getting knocked on the floor and into a daze.

“Fuck!” The other stallion holding her leg yelled, narrowly avoided receiving the same, “We need some help over here!”

Those that could be spared rushed over to the table, surrounding Applejack while they placed their hands all over her to seize whatever they could to hold her down. They couldn’t quite grab ahold of that wild leg though, as seeing what had happened to the guard that got hit put a little caution into them each time the mare reared it back, and even more when she shot it out.

But in the position she was, it was only a matter of time before someone got a hold of the appendage, and while pulling it back after another desperate flail AJ felt a hand wrap around her ankle. She found herself stuck, unable to break free from what gripped her.

“What going on here?” demanded a deep, gruff voice unlike anything AJ had ever heard before.

There was a sense of command in it that made the stallions, and even herself, pause upon hearing it. Moving aside, the stallions made way for the farm pony to see a large caribou, holding a defiant looking unicorn mare around the neck with one hand while holding her own leg in the other.

“I was coming in here to reward all your good work with another freshly disempowered unicorn slut, and I find you all having trouble with one mare.” The caribou leaned over to get a closer look, “And it’s one of those plain dirt bitches too. You should all be ashamed.”

AJ, snapping out of her stupor, stared the larger creature down. She was determined not to be intimidated, and if she was going to be violated she was going to cause as much damage as she could beforehand. She pulled her back on the leg that remained free from the caribou, but after found that the other guard stallion still had it grasped tightly, not about to make the same mistake as his partner.

“Heh,” the caribou let out, “So this one thinks she can go up against me?”

“Lieutenant Ivangir,” addressed the pony making sure that Applejack’s leg couldn’t break free, “We’re sorry, but this one’s been causing trouble since her capture. She broke out of her cage, injured one of the mares, knocked out one of the guards, and-”

“And you’ve been letting her get away with that?” Ivangir said, “Let me show you how you take care of a female that’s acting out against her masters.” The caribou casually tossed the unicorn in his hand aside to another group of stallions and then pushed away the one holding the farm mare’s leg away so he could take it instead. With both in hand, Invangir pulled Applejack toward him with a powerful jerk.

AJ shot across the table toward him, her arms almost escaping the grasps of the guards, as they lurched forward to keep them from being wrenched away. AJ didn’t show any fear to the caribou, her nerves steeled in the presence of the large male. She might not have had the ability to break free, but she refused to cower or show pain for his amusement. She continue to struggle, even if it was in vain, to show that she wouldn’t bend to his sadistic desires.

“Squirm all you want,” the caribou mocked, “It’ll make this all the more fun.”

Raising his arms upwards, the caribou lifted AJ’s lower body up off the table till only her shoulders remained on it. It was a little humiliating at first, but that humiliation grew one hundred fold when she felt something wet and slimy slither across her defenseless lower lips. The caribou had spread her legs and placed his head in between them so he could lick her most private of places. Each run across her opening sent a sickening sensation through her, starting from her hips and flowing down her spine.

Her body shuddered in disgust as he took things one step further, wrapping his lips around her passage so he could penetrate her tunnel with his tongue. Her body told her to cry out against the audacity of this creature, but AJ didn’t want him give him the satisfaction of making her scream. Hold back her voice as she did, she couldn’t prevent herself from letting out heavy pants as the thing invading her body rubbed against her insides, painfully aware that the rhythm of her labored breaths were matching that of the caribou’s.

Minutes passed, though it felt much longer to the mare, and Ivangir grew tired of the earth mare’s silence. His urge to dominate the female demanded that she vocally acknowledged him. Removing his mouth from the mare’s crotch, Invangir placed both of her legs into one hand. What AJ felt next was not any more pleasant to her, but in a way much more agreeable as the large male sent his open palmed hand into her flank, filling the room with a loud “SWACK” and her mind with a stinging sensation that she prefered over the unwanted pleasure that had been building within.

She remained muted, allowing herself only to flinch as another harsh sting connected with her cheeks. Ivangir chuckled suddenly, “Weak little slut. Do you honestly believe that defiance will earn you anything around here? Let’s see just where your limits lie.”

Applejack thought that the caribou was about to use his tongue again in another attempt to make her call out, and readied herself for another go. Invangir had other things in mind for her though. If she wasn’t going to willingly give him her moans, then she would give him her screams instead. With little warning, the caribou put the weight of his muscular arms down on her well-toned legs, intent on making her ankles meet with her ears.

Applejack wasn’t a contortionist by any means, her tensed up muscles not aiding that at all, and she made sucking noises between clenched teeth as the pain of being stretched much farther than her legs were intended to crept into her. It felt like her hips were on fire and that her legs would pop out of their sockets, but she persevered against it. She had felt worse pain working out in the fields bucking apple trees, and the caribou would have to do better than that if he wanted a reaction out of her.

Ivangir pressed on, slowly but surely reaching his goal. The mare’s body at least submitted to his might, if not her will. That would change soon enough though, he was sure of it. “You two, hold the bitch’s legs down,” He said, nodding at two guards that quickly snapped to the side of the table to relieve him of the task. With his hands freed, a dastardly smirk spread across Ivangir’s face.

No woman could resist him, but this one was putting in a good effort. Perhaps one of the best he had come across in some time. The challenge was exhilarating, making the caribou want to break her all the more. Reaching down to the codpiece of his leather armor, he moved the padding their aside to reveal just how excited about that prospect he was.

Applejack’s eyes narrowed at the sight of it, that engorged flesh rod that was by far larger than any of the ones the stallion’s in the room had. “W-wait a minute there,” AJ spoke, breaking her silence.

“So you can speak,” Invangir replied, grabbing her by the waist with one hand, pulling her closer as he had before until her rear end went over the side of the table she was on and her tail draped off the side, “I was beginning to think you were too stupid to say anything.”

The caribou’s insult struck a nerve, and AJ’s resolve returned in a flash, “Now listen here, Ah don’t know who ya’ll think ya are, but you’re not gonna get away with-” Applejack’s declaration was cut short by the sudden strike of the caribou’s backhand against her face. It didn’t feel like he was holding back either, his knuckles ramming into her cheekbone with a force that let her know that she would have a sizable bruise by the time Celestia lowered the sun that evening.

“I think I liked you better when you were quiet,” He told the mare before grabbing his cock so he could press it against the mare’s spit soaked mound.

AJ felt the hand on her waist squeeze down tight, the pressure against her groin increasing. The creature was crazy to think that something of that size could enter her narrow hole, but he wasn’t giving up either. His head was pushing up against her so hard that it was starting to hurt, and when he pulled back for a moment to give another thrust she thought she could feel her lower lips part ways slightly to allow a small bit of him entrance. She had to be mistaken, her mind playing tricks on her because of the anguish she was going through.

The caribou kept at it though, pulling his hips back every so often to make another brutal attempt at penetrating her, each time feeling like he was actually making some sort of progress. Then, as she watched the dick slam into her once more and its head disappear between her folds, she went into a slight panic. After she didn’t know how many tries he had pushed inside her through sheer perseverance. She hadn’t ever been with a stallion before, and this creature she hardly knew, with a penis that seemed too large for her body, was going to be her first time.

“Sir, are you sure you wanna do that?” one of the guards respectfully asked when he saw the caribou accomplish what even he thought was impossible, “This is one of the mare’s the king wanted to walk in the parade later today. If you stick it in her now….”

Ivangir scoffed at the stallion, “I’m one of the king’s most trusted advisors, if I want to fuck a mare, any mare, he’ll have no problem with it,” With his cockhead now forced into his victim, Ivangir released it so he could grab hold of the mare with both hands. “Besides…”

“Wait! I’m not-!” That was all Applejack could get out before the caribou slammed into her with full force. The pain was unbearably harsh as her never-before-used passage made way for the caribou’s mast. She let out a scream of horror unlike any she had before, her back arching and stomach bulging out in an imprint of the male’s penis during what would be the most terrible moment of her life to that day. Her thoughts were overcome with the sparks that shot into it, her vision blurred, and she lost all control as her body futilely flailed to escape what was happening to it.

“I think the bitch can handle it.”

Applejack shot awake, aware that she was having a terrible dream that she wanted to escape at all costs. This one she was far too familiar with, as it was the one that usually plagued her since her capture. The moment of her initial rape by the caribou, where she had everything taken from her in one act of defilement. She didn’t want to go through the rest, but the visions still flashed before her eyes as the dream faded.

Ivangir had fucked her with full force until he released himself, thankfully all over her body instead of inside where he could’ve gotten her pregnant. Then there were those chains that they tied her down with after that gripped and pinched her wrists and ankles, her body bent over the table so the caribou could shove his enormous cock into her anus, every jab pushing her forward and shaking the piece of furniture, causing her pain unlike what she felt when the caribou took her vaginally. She was overcome by the feeling when the last vestiges of control of her body was stripped away as the other guards gathered round so they could sneer and jeer at her. Their laughing faces blended seamlessly into those of the assembled crowd as she was forced into a humiliating costume and marched down the streets of Canterlot.

“Calm down Applejack,” she said to herself, rubbing her body lightly to settle her rattled nerves, “Remember, he didn’t break ya and that’s all in the past.”

She had to tell herself that, to remind herself that even though Ivangir had done all that he could to make her submit to his whims, and that any small concessions she made were only to stop the tortures he had put her through from being more prolonged, all the while resisting everything he did to her. Things that went beyond the locker room, beyond the parade, not stopping during her entire stay in Canterlot as he paid special attention to her until she was sent back to Sweet Apple Acres and into Mac’s care. The caribou made sure she would never forget him by filling each day during that time with beatings and sexual violations that now filled most of her nights.

It took some time to get over her tremors, her visions feeling more real than than usual, but over time she settled down by taking in the calm and silence of her surroundings. She wasn’t in her cage, instead laying on a soft cushion in the middle an otherwise empty room. For a few weeks this had been where she rested, having earned the privilege to sleep in the house after word of her apparent good behavior made its way to Canterlot. She had to begrudgingly thank Gunne in part for spreading it so far so quickly.

It had been a little over a month since she made her debut in the bordello, performing on stage with Pinkie and then following that up but offering her mouth for use alongside her fellow earth pony until Mac came to take her home. From there her monthly mandatory sex days became twice-daily sessions where she had to pretend that she enjoyed being used. Every time she had to suck off a stallion it had to be prefaced with a smile and a “Thank you sir”, each time they teased her pussy by rubbing their cockheads on it had to be joined with her giving pleas for them to stick it in, and when they reamed her ass she had to give false praise to compliment their size or sexual prowess. It was amazing how small things like added moans and thrusting her hips slightly helped in this as well.

Of course AJ being the pony she was the plan wasn’t exactly going off without a hitch. There had been a couple of times that she had let out a few obscenities towards a stallion when they had gotten too grabby or did something that hurt her, such just the day before where Noteworthy had been part of a group that came to the farm. He decided it would be a good idea to bite down on one of her nipples during his turn fucking her, grinding his teeth on the nub and pulling it hard to stretch out her breast.

Mac got him away from her quick enough, though not before she let out some words she instantly regretted and despite giving a half hearted, genuine sounding, apology on the spot he had to punish her for the sake of his own slowly building image. The paddling he gave her smarted worse than the stallion’s teeth, so much that it was visible enough that Mac gave his own apology to her when he pushed her into the house, but in a way that kept up appearances in the eyes of the other stallions. That didn’t stop him from being so worried that the plan derailed that he had to ask Gunne for advice on how to fix things, to which he was relieved when the caribou said a few mistakes here and there wouldn’t do too much harm and perhaps helped out, since it would be a little suspicious if a mare like Applejack acted like a full fledged red out of the blue. Aside from that the only thing he had to say was to keep it to a minimum.

Applejack spent minutes to settle down, and even longer just laying on the floor looking at the ceiling as she cleansed her mind by thinking of better days. If not for the good memories of when she and her friends were free and happy she probably wouldn’t have the inner strength that she had now to cope with all this, so she held onto them dearly, even the ones that had Twilight and Rarity in them. They might’ve been traitors to Equestria now, but at one time they were her friends who would’ve done anything to stop tyrants like the caribou. She wished she knew how it came to all this, but she was so far out of the loop that she doubted she’d ever get the slightest clue. Even if she asked them directly she would get some story that she wasn’t sure she could trust.

She dismissed it for now, and finally got up off the cushion she called a bed to get ready for her day’s work. With her sexual activities being increased she had to work extra hard to pick up the slack; thank goodness that they had all the extra help.

The earth mare headed downstairs, finding her brother in the dining room. He was sitting at the table, holding a newspaper in his hand with a plate of food placed in front of him. Across the way was another plate that was her own, another perk of obeying the ideals of the caribou regime. It all looked nice and inviting, save for one thing that set her off slightly.

Next to Mac was a mare, sitting on her legs with her hands on the floor, right beside his seat. The grey maned, blue coated earth pony was waiting aside her brother, tongue hanging out of her head as she panted, her eyes aiming towards his plate. Not noticing that AJ had walked in, Mac took a stick of celery off it and offhandedly slipping it to the sitting mare, to which she happily took it and gobbled it down.

“Big Macintosh!” AJ yelled at the stallion making him jump in his chair a bit.

“For Equestria’s sake AJ, ya ‘bout scared me half ta death” He said, having to recover from his sister’s sudden break in the silence of the house.

“What are ya doin’ bringing one of them in here?” said AJ pointing to the mare, specifically to the purple collar around her neck.

“AJ, don’t be so harsh,” Mac said getting back to what he was reading, “Ya know that it’s not her fault she’s like that.”

Applejack went to the table and took her seat across from her brother, taking an apple slice off her plate and chomping it down in a flash, “Ah know, but it’s uncomfortable enough having them run around the fields and havin’ ta personally clean them up, but watching ya feed one by hand...”

“It’s either by hand or out of a bowl,” Mac replied, knowing that it still wasn’t good for him to reinforce the behavior. He had taken up the responsibility of a dozen or so purple collars so he could attempt to reach them from beyond their insanity, but this particular mare apparently had mental issues before the caribou came, or that was what Gunne told him when he dropped her off. Mac felt she might’ve needed more help than some of the others, who every so often seemed to show some small signs of lucidity before slipping back into their crazed states.

AJ wasn’t all that convinced by his answer, feeling it was more an excuse than the compromise he made it out to be, taking a slow bite out of a carrot to non-verbally express her concerns. She didn’t like that he was doing so many things that Gunne advised him to, even if it was getting the results he promised so far, as she still wasn’t in full belief he was entirely on the up and up. This had all the markings of some sort of trick than legitimate help, and she stilled feared that the caribou was trying to get into Mac’s head.

Putting her concerns aside, she grabbed a glass of juice prepared for her and looked out a window in the dining room, doing a spit take when she saw that the sun was telling her it was around 10 o’clock, “Consarn it Mac, ya gone and let me oversleep again,” AJ was upset, as her brother had been doing this far too often as of late. It was one thing to get a day off every month after a day of forced sex, but another thing entirely to get half a off every time she was taken out to fuck. Getting a red collar and making her life easier wouldn’t amount to a hill of beans if they lost the farm in the process.

The stallion slinked down behind his paper; his sister was right, but he wanted her to not be so burdened by the responsibilities of the farm as long as she was faking her way to that collar. Once she got it and he could let her ease up on her activities outside of the farm she could work to her heart’s content, until then he would sneak in as much rest for her as he could. He did have Lily, Daisy, Carrot Top and Roseluck around to cover for her, and aside from the latter of the bunch none of them made too many complaints taking up a few more chores. He had a strong assumption that Roseluck only made a deal out of it because AJ was getting more sex than she was anyways.

A hard knock at the front door reverberated throughout the house. It sounded important and insistent enough to mean either good news, or bad. Mac got up from his seat, AJ taking one last apple slice and gulping it down as she followed after him. The two were curious as to who it could’ve been, as they weren’t expecting anyone that evening. Going straight to the front door, Mac grabbed the handle and opening it slowly to take a peek outside.

Outside it stood a tallish caribou, holding himself with a great deal of importance, a yellow horn dangling from his neck by a string. Beside him, held by a leash, was a smaller yellow-tinted mare with a mane and tail of a sky blue color. Poking out the front of her mane was a small stump, telling Mac that she was a unicorn and that the horn that the caribou wore belonged to her.

“Um…. can I help you?” Mac asked this caribou, of whom he had never seen before.

“I am Lieutenant Vestri, Advisor to King Dainn. I am here to conduct your slave’s Red Collar Evaluation. I presume you knew of this beforehand?” barked Vestri in a deep, no-nonsense tone. Beside him, the mare held onto a clipboard and held her head high.

The stallion wasn’t sure how to respond. He had honestly never heard of a “Red Collar Evaluation” before, but he also had expected something like this from the way that Gunne had explained how AJ would have to satisfy the caribou’s expectations of her. In the end all he could do was give a nod in return, hoping that would suffice, and opened the door to greet Vestri.

AJ, on the other hand, knew exactly how she felt about Vestri. She had come to know him during her time with Ivangir, as he was the bastard’s brother. On more than one occasion she had the displeasure meeting him when being used by Ivangir, and it didn’t make her happy to see him once again. However, she had never seen the mare with him before, well at least she thought so. She might’ve recalled maybe seeing her around Canterlot one or twice, but with the sheer amount of mares there being abused in that city it was hard keeping track of who was who, and this one must have not left a lasting impression on her, at least not to the degree the two caribou did.

Another party in the room let her feelings for the caribou be know as well, letting out a low growl, slinking out from behind Applejack. The purple collar from the kitchen had followed the two Apples to the living room, staying close to them so she could stay a safe distance away from the creature outside. Sensing the tension in the air around the two ponies that had fed and taken care of her for a while now, she was ready to expel this intruder to their home.

She made a small leap towards the caribou, but felt a snag on her collar before she could get to far. “Woah there,” said the orange mare holding her still, “It’s okay, they are our…. guests.”

Vestri, ignoring the purple collar’s disdain for him, nodded down toward the mare beside her and reached under her chin to unclasp her leash. Nervously, though with an undertone of excitement, the mare exclaimed, “I’m Sunny. I will be handling Applejack’s Evaluation. If she could come out and if you could point us to a private location, we should be able to begin.”

“You and I, however, will have things to discuss between ourselves, Mister Macintosh,” Vestri said with a note of finality. “My pet will take care of your slave, and she will discover whether a Black as well known as her is truly ready to Change.”

“Now hold on,” Mac said, working up some courage, “This is all sudden. Ah mean ah knew something like this was gonna happen eventually, but I didn’t get anything saying that ya’ll were gonna be here today. Maybe if we could go into town and get Gunne-”

Vestri interrupted Mac rather quickly, his voice booming out over the large stallion’s, “Gunne has nothing to do with this, nor will he. Your slave is a high profile mare, and considering her priority, it is in our best interests to make sure she is ready and merely not faking her urges to simply get better treatment.” He smiled creepily, “My pet here is the best at what she does. She will see if your slave is ready to become a Red, without any evidence of a doubt one way or the other.”

A chill went through AJ and Mac simultaneously when Vestri said “faking”. They were hoping that the idea wouldn’t have of even been on the caribou’s mind. Not only that, but Mac was becoming increasingly unnerved that Vestri made it clear that Gunne, the one who had helped him get this far, wasn’t going to be able to assist in this test of his. The two Apples were just going to have to wing it on the spot, and pray that they didn’t get found out by the end of it.

“Well then,” said Mac, “Ah don’t have any problems with that. Mah mare is very loyal to me and I’m sure she would not do anything to embarrass me in front of someone like yourself, right AJ?”

The earth mare clicked her mindset over to the one she used in public, internally swapping the words she used in private for more appropriate ones. “Yes master,” She said bowing her head while she kept a firm grip on the purple collar in her hand, “I’ll be on mah best behavior.”

“Sunny,” was all that Vestri said when he held out the leash to her.

Sunny smiled lovingly up at Vestri and took the leash into her hands, bowing her head and replying, “Yes, Master.” She edged herself past Big Mac, making sure that she was respectful to him. Then, without any warning, she reached up and grabbed AJ by her collar, then attached the leash to it. “Is there a private place for us to conduct the test, sir?” Sunny asked Mac.

Mac could sense AJ was about to give a scowl at the unicorn mare for being so forward about clasping the leash to her collar, and hastily drew attention to himself, “The barn!” He exclaimed, “Ah mean… ahem, the barn would be a good place. It’s big and you can close it off if ya feel ya need to.”

Sunny twisted her head about to stare at Bic Mac with wide eyes, just missing AJ’s dirty look. “The barn it is, sir,” she replied, then turned her gaze back toward a now pleasant looking Applejack, giving the leash an experimental tug.

The slight pull made the farm mare lurch forward a little, to which she had to stifle a grumble. She understood what it was this red collar wanted from her though, “We’ll have to drop this one off with the others first,” she said tilting her head to the still growling mare in her grasp, “But after that I’d be happy to escort ya to the barn,” slipping past Sunny, AJ led the purple collared mare outside, having to pull her away from Vestri when she went she made a snap at his ankles. Applejack was glad to see that even a mare with a screw loose could see that a caribou was no good; perhaps she had been too hasty before about having her in the house.

Vestri watched the three pass, dismissing the attempted bite from the purple collar as an uncontrollable action from a mare whose faculties were gone. Once the females were out of the way however, he blocked the doorway with his body and said to Mac in such a way that dared him to say anything otherwise, “You and I need to discuss some things.”

Mac could see there was no arguing with Vestri, and moved out off the way for the caribou, “Come on in then, we can have a seat in the living room and talk about anything ya want.” Vesti stepped inside, following Mac through the house, the clydesdale giving a grimace while turned away. Whether he and AJ passed this or not, it was going to be one of those days.

As AJ and Sunny headed toward the barn, they passed a fenced in area at the side of the house. Inside it were all the other purple collars that Mac had volunteered to spruce up or take care of for a while. Along with them was Lily, whose turn it was to look after the lot to make sure that none of them made too much of a mess of one another. This task required a sharp eye, as the purples would seek out pleasure in their constant dazes.

“Are ya gonna be okay with this one being added to the rest?” AJ asked her fellow black collar for the other side of the fence.

The pink earth mare was on her knees inside the pen holding a pegasus and a unicorn at bay from one another. Lily’s hands were pushing them away at arm’s length, her hands placed on their chests in between the valley of their breasts, as they desperately pawed at one another and whined. “Don’t you worry about a thing Applejack,” she let out a yelp of surprise as another earth mare mounted her from behind and vigorously humped her back. “That one is not nearly as bad as the rest of these purples. It will be no trouble at all keeping an eye on her too.” With a powerful thrust from the mare on top of her, Lily toppled forward and the unicorn and the pegasus tackled each other so they could have at one another, “We really need to get some stakes set up to tie these girls down…”

“I’ll ask our master about it once I’m done with our guest,” AJ said pointing back to Sunny, who was holding her leash and looking away while wearing a bored expression. “Just do your best till then.”

“Okay, good luck on your test,” said Lilly as she pushed off the mare on top of her, not aware of the plan AJ and Mac had but knowing that AJ had recently developed an urge to become a red collar for some unknown reason. She respected and trusted AJ enough that she was sure that even if she did turn red, she wouldn’t be nearly as much of a problem as Roseluck was.

“Thank ya kindly!” yelled back AJ with a wave as she headed off to the barn.

Before Applejack got too far ahead, Sunny yanked the leash in her hand. Walking in front of the farm mare, she raised her finger, and said in a commanding tone, “As of right now, all you need to worry about is me. You have no master, there are no caribou, just me. I’ve already been warned beforehand about you.”

Warned about me? AJ thought to herself, not having to think too hard on what it could’ve been that the unicorn had heard. Everyone from Fillydelphia to Canterlot knew she had been as stubborn as a mule until recently. She’d have to be extra convincing to prove herself to this girl, “Ah know I’ve been a hassle in the past,” she said, conveying embarrassment in her voice, “But I’ve been really good as of late. And Ah might not have a master, but Ah follow mah brother’s every order like he was the one who owned me.”

The unicorn shook her head and settled her clipboard at her side. “You misunderstand. As of right now, you have no handler, no master, no nothing. I am the only one you should be worried about.” She glanced about, then headed toward the building she assumed was the barn, keeping a tight grip on the leash.

The earth mare scratched her brow, “Sorry, Ah don’t quite understand what ya’ll mean.”

Sunny sighed and looked over her shoulder. “This is your Red Collar Evaluation. Think of me as your…. ‘master’, I would say. Though that’s not quite right, either. I’m the only one you have to worry about.”

Hearing that, Applejack though she understood what Sunny meant, “So I should act towards you like I’d act towards a caribou or mah Master, got it.” It was going to be odd having to take orders from a mare for once, and AJ didn’t really like the tone she was getting from the unicorn either. It felt like this one was just another red collar that thought herself better than she was just because of black collar around her own neck.

Sunny smiled and gave the leash a gentle tug. She cooed at AJ, “Now you’ve got it. To be honest, I didn’t expect to ever Evaluate one of the former Elements again, so I’m more than a little giddy about it.” Sunny withheld a giggle and nearly skipped her way toward the barn.

With the sudden burst of speed from the unicorn, the two mare’s distance from one another widened until the collar on Applejack’s neck was tugged painfully forward by the leash attached to it. It was all she could to keep on her hoof and not get tugged face first into the dirt from being forced off balance.

Sunny paid the farm mare’s stumbling no heed, keeping a steady pace until they reached the barn doors. “Is this it?”

“Yeah, that’s it alright,” said AJ, rubbing her now sore throat through her collar as she did, “Ya gonna need me to open it for ya?” Something told AJ that this mare wasn’t the type to put herself through any kind of labor that she didn’t have to, making her think of some of those snooty unicorn mares she knew about from Canterlot, or at least how they acted before the fall.

“Hm?” Sunny stared at the door a second, “Oh, yes. That would be good to have you do. I was never a farmer.”

Having been given the go ahead, AJ opened the large barn door for the mare, revealing its interior. The center of barn was mostly vacant, save for the straw bedding that covered the ground. However, the walls of the barn were stocked with makeshift farm equipment that had been created from slightly modified bondage devices. AJ looked at the items for a moment and hoped that Sunny wouldn’t get any bright ideas about using them in this test of hers.

“So… Ya do this evaluation of yours with a lot of black collars, do ya?” she asked waiting for Sunny to enter first, not wanting to receive another painful tug at her collar.

Sunny glanced about at the various equipment and the rather austere function of the barn. She waved Applejack in and raised her clipboard to shuffle through the sheaf of papers upon it. “For the most part. Usually it’s up to the Master, but that’s more for the common mare. Anypony high profile, like you, uncertain, or ‘important’ enough gets a visit from me or any other person able to do the same.” Sunny placed a sarcastic emphasis on ‘important’. “Silvers often get visits from me as well. I talk with them and convince them to go Red. Sometimes they don’t. After all, not all mares can be Red, I make sure those that aren’t are punished.”

The unicorn bent back the paper on her clipboard to a certain page, then took a pen from the top of it. “Now, if you could close the door, we can get started. And don’t you at any point lie to me. Especially since it’s in your file that you’re terrible at it. I will know.”

AJ closed the door, isolating herself and the unicorn, “Lie? Now why would I do something like that?” AJ chuckled with the very lightest hint of nervousness in her voice, “Ah wouldn’t be very good at it if Ah tried, ‘Element of Honesty’ an’ all. At least I was before the caribou came around.”

“Before the Masters came,” Sunny corrected, “As for lying, do you think me some Fillydelphian mare that knows nothing about the ponies around me? It’s not the first time a pegasus begged to be Red just so she could have those sheaths replaced, when in fact she was not ready for it at all.” She pointed the pen at AJ and tapped it to the earth mare’s nose. “One day you’re as stubborn as ever. In fact, unusually so, then the next you want to be Red? It’s my job to make sure you’re not only ready for it, but that you are in fact wishing to be such. Plenty of ponies lie to get better treatment. I’ve become good at sniffing those out.”

“Well of course some ponies try to slip through, and I’m sure that you’ve found a bunch of them out,” AJ had to get on the mare’s good side, and a small compliment was perhaps the best way to start, “But Ah promise that I’m not looking for a red collar for mahself. If anything I’m doing it for mah master.”

Sunny scribbled something down on the page and nibbled the tip of the pen a moment. “Then you have nothing to worry about,” Sunny suddenly said and flashed AJ a warm smile. “I imagine he’s very happy that you’re doing such. Now, tell me in great detail why you’re doing it.”

“Well umm…” AJ had to think on that one, as she thought that “doing it for her master” would be enough of a reason. She taxed her brain on it for a moment, but then came up with something that she thought might work, “To tell the truth…. I’m tired of getting in trouble and making mah master look bad. He’s done so much for me, and in the past all I’ve brought him was grief. I’d do anything in mah power to make him happy.”

While Sunny listened, she tapped the tip of the pen against her lips, then wrote down her observations and opinion. “To be honest as well,” Sunny started, “I did not expect that answer at all, but I think it makes you quite the good mare to start putting your master’s desires before your own.” Another tap of the pen, then she asked, “And what do you think of your friends and their actions?”

AJ thought the question over as she had the previous one, this time considering what she really thought about the situation. Beforehand she would’ve considered half her friend traitors for having even considered putting on a red collar, but now that she was trying to get her own she wasn’t so sure anymore. It could be just as likely that they had their own reasons beyond simply wanting to fuck uncontrollably as well.

“Ah believe…. that they had their own reasons to choose the collars that they did, and while Ah might not agree with those reasons, I’m sure that they did what they thought was right.” For the most part that was what she really thought, except that in her head she replaced “believe” with “want to believe”.

The scribbling continued again, and Sunny shifted her weight, which gave AJ a brief look at the page. Several questions were laid out, but it was all in caribou script. Sunny’s writing, however, was not, though it was tightly packed and elegant in its nature.

A twinkle entered Sunny’s eye and she pulled the clipboard to her breast. “And what of Rarity? From what I’ve been told, your relations with her are the most strained between all your friends. What do you think about her? Be truthful,” Sunny smiled with delight.

“Rarity?” AJ questioned, “Is that on your sheet? Sounds a little specific.”

Sunny rolled her eyes at AJ, “Do you think everything I do is a script? This is the first time I’ve had to deal with a list of questions. The rest the Masters leave up to me. They trust me fully. Now, about Rarity.”

“She…. did irritate me at first, and the last time Ah saw her, she wasn’t the most pleasant mare to be around.” AJ crossed her arms and thought back to that day she was handed off to Flim and Flam, “And she came off as a bitch if ya ask me.”

Sunny smile only grew wider. It felt delightful to dangle this in front of Applejack’s face. “Did she ever tell you why she went Red? Or what she did?” the unicorn mare asked, having to keep herself from outright blurting things out. Slow and steady.

The farm mare raised an eyebrow at the unicorn, “No, she didn’t. Do ya’ll know something Ah don’t about that?”

The unicorn mare leaned over to place her mouth near AJ’s ear and whispered, “Did you know that the very first Red-collared mare talked to Rarity at one point? Then, suddenly, Rarity doesn’t show up in Canterlot the night the Masters came?”

AJ shook her head, she hadn’t heard of anything like this about her former unicorn friend, but she could easily confirm that Rarity wasn’t in Canterlot the day of the caribou invasion. Did this ‘First Red Collar’ have something to do with that? Curious, she listened in further to see what else Sunny might let slip.

Sunny was enjoying herself all too much. The chance to not only Evaluate one of the Elements, but to reveal to her just what happened with one of her friends? Oh, it was almost too much for her. Sunny reached up and adjusted her collar so that the caribou and Equestrian script came into the light. “She and I had a long discussion about her wanting to advance so much higher. She wanted to be one of the Elite, you see, and when one of them came looking for new dresses, Rarity lept at the chance to prove herself to them. A shame that all she did was disappoint afterward. I really thought she’d be a good little mare,” Sunny sadly added, shaking her head.

This new revelation shocked Applejack to her core, and the way Sunny had explained it… She had to make sure, “S-so you’re the first Red collar that ya mentioned?”

Sunny tapped a finger against her collar and the golden script upon it. “The very first. Maybe Rarity will tell you about it sometime. After all, Canterlot didn’t fall in a single day,” Sunny snorted. “Now tell me. What all would you do to prove you’re a Red?”

A sudden urge entered AJ’s mind, things coming together one by one. Rarity may have become a red collar by choice, but that would’ve never come to pass if not for this mare speaking to her right now. It infuriated her, but regardless of how she felt she couldn’t show anger. No angry glares, no clenched fists, nothing that could ruin all that she and Mac had worked so hard for. As much as she wanted to throttle the unicorn where she stood, any action against her would put her back to square one, or worse seeing that she belonged to one of Dainn’s advisors. She would just have to take this one in stride…

Then again, did she? She couldn’t cause the mare any direct harm, but…. A grin formed on her face as a devious thought came to her. “What would Ah do to prove mahself?” She replied, “What all Reds do to prove themselves to their masters.” AJ got close and took Sunny around the waist, “What do ya say about us doing it, right here, right now. Why, it’d please me to no end to pleasure a mare as important as yourself”

Mac kept close watch on the caribou in his living room as he looked around the house. Vestri left no nook unchecked, the stallion not sure what exactly he was even trying to find. If he was looking for something that would make it look like AJ’s new attitude was faked he’d be hard pressed to find anything, especially after the alterations he made a few weeks ago.

At Gunne’s suggestion, Mac had redecorated the house with a few things that would make those that visited him think that he had turned over a new leaf. All the books that now covered his shelves were ones that he had borrowed, and his wall had a poster given to him by Pinkie Pie when he went to retrieve Applejack from the bordello, it bearing the image of the pink pony in a begging position while being covered in jism. Pinkie had even autographed it and accompanied her signature with a message made for his sister, a small note to try and convince AJ that it was better to submit than to resist.

Then there was AJ’s “reward chart”, which Mac bought from the store to explain away some of the new privileges that his sister was receiving, arbitrarily marking good days down while keeping plenty of spots open to make it seem like he wasn’t just going easy on her. The last bit, and perhaps the most impressive thing amongst the items hung up in the room was a letter from the former Princess Twilight made out directly to AJ herself with instructions on it on how the farm mare could improve herself. The finishing touch was a sheet of paper that was the “Apple Family House Rules” on it, stating on it false rules and ideas for the mares on his farm that would appeal to any male that decided to read it. All of it made Mac’s skin crawl having it draped around the house like this, but it definitely paid off during this unexpected visit from Vestri.

Vestri passed from one room to the next with a diligent and discerning eye. Though the reports said otherwise, for a mare like Applejack to suddenly turn a one-eighty were rare and curious to say the least. Curious enough that he didn’t believe it fully. Applejack was a trouble mare, and the reports on Big Macintosh were just as disappointing. A mentally-ill stallion who had a soft spot for mares. In fact, at one point it was even considered he may be a mare sympathizer. However, everything so far seemed in place and said that Mr Macintosh may have had a change in heart, just as much as his sister.

“Tell me, Mr Macintosh,” Vestri said while studying the contents of the bookshelf. “What drove your charge to decide to go Red? By all previous appearances, she’s among the most resistant mares.” The caribou’s antlers towered above him and nearly scraped the ceiling when he turned his head to level a cool gaze at the stallion.

“Was,” Mac insisted, being a much better liar than his sister, “A while back, after a certain incident involving one of those warbeasts ya’ll brought with ya to Equestria, she decided she didn’t want to cause anymore trouble around here. I think it’s because she felt guilty about what she’d done, but not until after I flogged her for being such a bad mare.”

The stallion retold the event in the way that he thought any of the other stallions would, putting all the blame on AJ and emphasizing that she was ‘bad’ and received a harsh punishment for her actions. The only thing he stayed away from was calling her some crude name.

Clasping his arms behind his back and flicking his tail, Vestri turned back to the books, occasionally pulling one off the shelf and opening it to confirm its contents. Several long moments of silence followed before the caribou spoke again. “I take it that you’ve also had realizations of your own?” he asked, setting a book back on the shelf and turning his back upon it.

“I’m… getting better,” Mac answered, “I’ve been doing mah therapy, putting the mares under mah watch in bondage and taking charge of them, and been getting things to help me adjust. Ah still have some feelings towards them all, but with a lot of support from the town’s magistrate I’ve been getting on the right track.” It was no secret to anyone in Ponyville that Mac and Gunne spent lots of time together, and rumors that the caribou was helping set Mac straight were already beginning to float around. Whether or not if that was part of Gunne’s plan was a mystery to Mac, but he had never explained that part to him if it was.

“I see,” Vestri replied, his lips curling downward at the mention of Gunne. “I guess that is one thing he is attempting to do right, then. You will not be seeing him for a while.”

“Do right?” Those two words were confusing, as it made it sound like Vestri held some sort of animosity towards his fellow caribou. If that was the case Mac didn’t understand why, as Gunne seemed like the very model of a caribou officer. For a moment he thought that Gunne might’ve crossed Vestri in some way in the past, that they have some problem that was between the two of them, but then the caribou before him continued his thoughts on the town’s magistrate.

“What, he hasn’t told all you about his ‘curse’?” Vestri made a soft chuckle to himself, “I presume he is going for a fresh start. Don’t suppose I blame him, I wouldn’t want to carry the shame he has either.”

“I’m sorry, but am Ah missing out on something here?” To say that what Vestri was talking about sounded ominous was an understatement.

Vetri gave another creepy smile like the one he gave at the door. “Why don’t you ask the outcast yourself? I’m sure he’ll be glad to tell you about that sister of his he keeps close by.”

“Sister?!” Mac said out loud, a revelation hitting him like a ton of bricks. It was clear as to who Vestri was talking about, as there was only one person Mac knew that fit the bill. The only female caribou in the entire town, Ginna. Now that he made the connection he couldn’t believe he didn’t notice it before, but with how Gunne treated the caribou cow like any other slave it was easy to understand why it didn't click before now.

Vestri ignored Mac for the time being and strolled out into the living area. He settled down into one of the chairs and crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you keep tea around?” he suddenly asked.

The clydesdale followed after Vestri; he could ask Gunne about this later, but for now he had to stay focused. “Tea? Well Ah suppose that ah could whip some up real quick if ya’ll want some.”

“Of course. One cube,” Vestri replied, thoughts roiling about in his head. Was Gunne attempting to receive good favor, or was there more to it? Whatever it was, he had faith that Sunny would find out whether or not this stallion’s mare was actually ready or faking.

Whipping up a teapot and some bags from the cupboards, Mac started preparing what Vestri requested of him. It was a good way to kill time, and he was certain that as soon as his mare was done with AJ they’d both leave with all the answers they needed, hopefully the right ones. He set the filled pot on the stove, set it on high and watched it like a hawk so he wouldn’t have to speak with Vestri anymore. The only thing that interrupted this attempt was the sudden opening of his back door, and the entering of a certain red haired mare that made Mac groan at the sight of her. Things couldn’t just be easy for him.

“Bleck!” said Roseluck as she came inside, dusting off some dirt from her grime covered fur coat. It was one thing that Mac didn’t let her fuck as often as she pleased while his sister was getting stallions out the ass, or maybe in the ass in this case, but to be stuck doing the bitch’s chores too was something that she would not have put up with before the fall. She had become a red so she could fuck all the stallions she wanted, not to play work horse all day.

Vestri flicked his ears and glanced at the entryway to the kitchen. “Who has entered, Mr Macintosh?” he demanded with a bellowing voice. He gripped his armrests and stood, then walked out from the living area toward the kitchen to see what was going on. This better be important.

“It’s nopony,” Mac replied, “Just one of mah work mares.”

Roseluck, hearing that another male was in the house, instantly became intrigued. Her so called ‘master’ hardly ever had guests over, and this one had a very masculine voice. She wondered who it could be, and her curiosity had her handing towards the living room to spy on this pony. She was surprised when she looked around the doorway and went face first into the caribou’s chest.

“O-oh my…” she said softly, not expecting a caribou to be here. She hadn’t ever had much experience with one before, but everyone knew they liked to fuck like crazy. Perhaps she might be able to have sex today afterall.

The caribou stared down at the… he twisted his head to the side to glimpse her collar. Red. He grunted and used his arm to push Roseluck aside, only to walk past her and into the kitchen. “I assumed we would be unbothered for the time being. Make sure this does not happen again, especially if we are in… talks.”

“Sorry ‘bout that, but Ah didn’t have time to tell mah mares to stay outside ya know.” Mac said, subtly implying that it was more Vestri’s fault than his own.

On the other side of the room Roseluck looked on dumbfounded that the caribou didn’t get her even a second glance. The fuck was wrong with him? Wasn’t she attractive enough? Didn’t she just scream “loose mare looking for a rutting”? It was the same with that other caribou too, and she was starting to get offended that she wasn’t being forced face down, ass up, and taken like she had been on the day of her enslavement.

“Excuse me sir?” She said as she approached the caribou, dropping to her knees next to him. After so long without a dick in her she wasn’t about to give up so easily, “I’m sorry for interrupting your get together with my master. I’m sure it’s important, and I wouldn’t want to intrude, but perhaps I could make your visit a more pleasant one. My master would surely let you use any of my holes as you pleased, right master?”

“Huh?” Mac was hardly paying attention to the mare, “Sure, go ahead if ya want.”

Vestri narrowed his eyes and whirled around on Big Mac. His voice held little in the way of amusement and hinted greatly at being angered, “Mr Macintosh, I certainly hope this is not in any way an attempt to ‘butter me up’ and make my report and decision more in your favor.” He barely glanced at Roseluck, ignoring the needy mare. This was not the time for actions of that nature.

A huff came from Mac as he set his hands on the side of the stove firmly before reluctantly turning back to Vestri. “I’m not trying to suck up to ya, and she’s the one who offered first. If ya’ll got a problem then take it up with her.” The moment that he said that the stallion understood that in his frustration he had said something that he regretted and had essentially gave Vesti permission to do anything he wanted to the mare.

A shadow passed over Vestri’s face and he suddenly turned to Roseluck. “You, out,” he commanded, pointing at the backdoor.

“Eep!” was all Roseluck could say as stare into the caribou frightful visage, followed by the earth mare making a mad dash to the door on her hands and knees, scampering right under the table so she could get there even faster. She wanted to taste the caribou’s cock, not the back of his hand.

Mac watched, a bit upset with himself that Roseluck had to embarrass herself like that, but for now it was for the best that she was nowhere near Vestri. So with the two males alone once more he closed the door, locked it to prevent any more intrusions, and then snatched the pot off the stove just as it started to whistle, “Tea’s done,” he said in an upbeat tone, doing what he could to hide his own self loathing.

Watching Roseluck leave the room, Vestri turned his gaze back upon Big Mac. “She is a Red under your care. What she does falls upon you as her master. Make sure you remember that, because if Sunny finds out that your mare is merely pretending, the fallout comes for you, as well.”

“Right,” Mac said with a sigh, “Ah know that, but like any good master Ah have faith in mah mare.”

Wet, slurping sounds filled the barn, the light whimpers of accompanying the sucking noises. Not long after making her declaration of wanting to have sex with the unicorn, AJ had dropped down to her knees so she could bury her snout into the mare’s snatch. She sent her tongue in all directions and made efforts to create as much noise as possible, turning the calm, quiet ambiance of the barn into one of sloppy, lewd desire.

Sunny’s legs rattled with joy as the farm mare’s wild tongue darting in and out of her hole, its tip poking at her inner walls before slipping out and edging around her outer lips. AJ had learned a thing or two from Pinkie during her time on stage with her, like how to make a mare squirm using only your mouth. It wasn’t something she liked knowing about, but for the situation it was aiding her immensely. She could swear that the flavor of caribou dick permeated the unicorns snatch, recognizing the taste from her time with caribou males. She’d have to make a date with a bottle of mouthwash after all this was over, but for the sake of the plan, and the scheme she was cooking in her head, it would be worth it.

Applejack’s hands were busy as well, clenching the unicorn’s rear firmly so she couldn’t get away or escape, not that AJ thought that she’d want to. From the very beginning the unicorn seemed to be into all this, which was what the farm mare had expected would be the case.

Now let see what ya think about this? thought AJ, slipping a hand back behind Sunny slightly. With a grip of the base of the mare’s tail, she gave a quick, sharp tug to test what reaction she’d get.

Sunny’s whimpers broke to make way for a small yelp, but it didn’t look like the tug bothered her much. It did just the opposite in fact, causing the unicorn’s hips to trust forward in eagerness from the small amount of painful stimulation. Continuing to play her part, AJ licked up some of the fluids, being very slow as her tongue ran along the opening that was becoming more soaked by the minute.

“Well golly,” AJ said, sending a flick across the clitoris in front of her face, “Looks like all that time with caribou master has made ya really sensitive, if I’m not mistaken.”

Sunny panted and gripped her hand in Applejack’s mane. If there was anything to say here, it was that Applejack had certainly learned something as a Black. “You have no idea the kinds of things a caribou can do to you to make you a better mare,” she breathed, imagining the various potions and toys all designed to make a mare perform better for their master.

That was all AJ wanted to hear, this was going to be much better than she thought. Not as good as she would have liked, but something she could at least get some satisfaction from. She’d have to work her way up to her goal though, and that required just a bit of creativity on her part.

“Well strap yourself in then," said AJ giving the unicorn a firm slap on her flank, “And I’ll show ya how we do it down here on the farm.”

Placing her mouth back on Sunny’s slit, AJ wrapped her lips around the soft, sensitive clit so she could swirl her tongue around on it. The circular motions made Surnise squeal, further strengthening her grip in the farm mare’s hair and pulling upwards on it. Feeling the tugging, Applejack went along with it, allowing her head to move up, letting her tongue trail along Sunny’s stomach, up until she reached the unicorn’s belly button, to which she did the same to it that she had done to the clit, teasing around its rim repetitively.

Sunny wasn’t as sensitive at her navel as the was her clit, but the new type of satisfying stimulation surprised her and made her go off balance. AJ was there to catch her though, her arms pulling her forward and repositioning the red collar on her hooves. “Ya’ll ok there?”

Sunny brushed AJ aside and calmed her breath. She’d never had her navel played with before, and when it came to play with other females, she usually had the lead, so the sensation was quite new for her. “Keep going, let’s see what other magic you can do,” she replied.

AJ quickly took the offer to continue, setting her sights on Sunny’s breasts. The modest-sized mammaries beckoned her to them, for several reasons. First thing was first though, time to get her riled up. With her hands now free of the mare’s rear, she clasped the tits, squeezing them hard enough that her fingers press into the rounded lumps, but not hard enough that she would leave an indent or mark. A slight quivering moan from Sunny let her know she had done right, so she eased up a little, shifted her hand, and squeezed again to hear another vocal indication that her actions were correct.

The farm mare went on, groping and massaging Sunny’s chest until she felt that she had worked the mare up enough to finish the job. Sending her hands to the base of the breasts, she squeezed them in a way that made them swell up slightly and caused the now erect nipples on them to poke out. Before Sunny could say anything else, objection or otherwise, the earth mare had placed her mouth around one of the nipples and started sucking on it hard, receiving some more pleasure filled moans and a much labored breath from the unicorn. She was certainly nearing her peak and if AJ continued like this she would cum in a matter of seconds. Too bad for Sunny then that Applejack had other plans.

In the splitting of a second the unicorn went from pure pleasure filling her body, to a sudden sharp, powerful pain shooting through her being. It was the feeling of teeth against soft nipple, clamping down and grinding ever so slightly so to cause pain, but no permanent damage. It hurt so much that Sunny could hardly think, but her every instinct told her to make it stop. She suddenly lashed out and smacked her hand upside Applejack’s head.

AJ released, she had gotten what she wanted and didn’t want to push it too far, “Beg your pardon,” she said hiding her smugness the best she could, “But did Ah do something wrong?”

Sunny rubbed her hand against her nipple to lower the ache and pain, then struck out with another slap straight across Applejack’s face. “There will be none of that now. If I was actually your master, I’d have shut you in a cage for a week. Instead, now I’m thinking you’re not ready.” That bite felt more on purpose. One doesn’t simply bite another’s nipple without knowing what they were doing.

“But…” AJ started, feigning innocence as she rubbed the sting off her face, “Ah was shown by a stallion just yesterday how it felt to have your nipples clamped down on by a set of teeth. See, take a look here,” Taking her own breast in hand, Applejack pinched her nipple and stretched it out to show off a set of teeth marks, “Ah thought that, seeing ya’ll are a full fledged red, you’d like it ‘bout as much as Ah did.” Judging by the look on Sunny’s face, that assumption was right.

Sunny walked away rubbing her breast, deigning not to answer the mud pony. Her eyes wandered the equipment lining the walls. There was a sore lack of anything she could use to punish Applejack, something that she’d have to add to her report to her master. “There’s a lot more you need to learn about being a Red,” Sunny mentioned to Applejack, then turned back to her, “So you’ve told me your reasons, showed me you could serve properly, but there’s still the rest of the test.”

Applejack smirked, “Okay then, bring it on.” After that little bit of retribution she was ready for anything the unicorn could throw at her.

The yellowish unicorn shook her head and laughed. “I didn’t say I’d be giving it to you. You have a long way to go before you earn your Red. The test is what you give yourself to earn it,” Sunny explained with glee in her voice. Outside of that little hiccup with the bite, Applejack was certainly showing progress. She couldn’t wait to tell Vestri.

“Well then,” AJ said a little relieved that this inspection seemed to have reached its conclusion, “In that case Ah suppose we should return to our masters.”

The unicorn suddenly grinned wider, her eyes landing on a few items she thought would satisfy her own need for revenge for the bite “Yes, we should. But first I need to make you presentable.”

Mac sat across the kitchen table from Vestri like he had done with AJ earlier that morning, nose back in the paper as he waited silently for his sister to return with what he hoped was good news. The tension was thick, and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep from shaking from anger and anticipation.

“Enjoying your tea?” he said just to break the silence.

Vestri didn’t respond. Instead, he raised the cup to his lips and took a slow sip. The tea was passable. He’d had far better in the pony capital. His ears swiveled when they picked up the sound of the front door opening.

Both the males turned to see what it was, Mac halfway assuming that it would be Roseluck coming back for another go at Vestri. What he saw instead was his sister and Vestri’s slave mare entering the room. However it was not as simple as the two walking inside. Instead, Applejack had been fitted with a few of the things that he had kept in the barn, things that he had never intended to use.

AJ was on all fours, crawling inside, with Sunny sitting on a saddle strapped around the earth pony’s waist. There were bands wrapped around Applejack’s thighs and calfs, a sturdy cord connecting each calf band to its respective thigh band, making it so she had no ability to walk properly. As a finishing touch to this ensemble there was a bit gag in her mouth, with reins attached to them that lead into the unicorn’s hands.

“Master,” called Sunny, pulling back on the reins to bring Applejack to a standstill. “My report is ready.”

Vestri stood and set his teacup down on the table. He walked over to Applejack and Sunny and casually lifted the unicorn off AJ and into his arms. Ignoring the bound mare, he walked past her into the living area, presumably for a private conversation. Or, at least, that was what the hushed murmuring suggested.

While they were in the living room, Mac scooted his chair over to AJ, getting close to do his own bit of whispering. “Did it go well?”

AJ was unable to give a verbal response, but a nod of the head was all she needed to do to confer her thoughts on the matter.

“Good, then we just have to put up with this for a little longer.” Mac ensured, now that Vestri was getting his answer onto if AJ was faking or not he’d surely be leaving soon.

Every so often, the whispers ceased and were replaced by the sound of papers being sifted about, or in several cases the giggles of a mare being teased. After several long and foreboding minutes, Vestri walked out from the living room holding onto the clipboard with a blushing Sunny in tow. “Mr. Macintosh?”

“Yes, Ah suppose everything went well. Ah mean, it better have gone well.” Mac crossed his arms and gave AJ a glare, to which his sister played along and hunched down slightly.

Vestri quirked his brow and snorted, “Indeed… Everything seems in order for the time being. With Sunny’s evidence, I have approved Applejack continuing her goal for a Red collar. However!” The caribou lifted a thick finger into the air and let the word hang between them for a moment.

“However?” Mac repeated back.

Vestri’s gaze drifted until it found Applejack nearby and wandered over her saddled form. “She has a long way to go before she earns it. By what Sunny has told me, she’s on the right path but needs further conditioning,” he finished.

Mac noded in false agreement, “Then I’ll just have to work extra hard on her to make sure she gets the discipline she needs.” Bending down, he went to remove the reins from his sister’s mouth, “Will there be anything else then?”

The caribou grinned and showed his large teeth, “Yes. Leave her in that getup for the rest of the day. I suggest putting her in it every so often. It’ll help build her toward her goal.” He inclined his head to Big Mac and commented, “Believe me, Mr Macintosh. We’ll be watching your little slave quite closely. Now, I think I am a bit peckish. The mares will fix us dinner while you and I discuss some things that may help the mud mare on her way to her Red.”

Mac wished he hadn’t said that, but now that he did he was obligated to keep the caribou as a guest till he had gotten something to eat, “Sure, let’s go to the living room and we can talk all about it,” Getting up from his chair, Mac looked down at AJ before sliding the seat he was in next to the stove and picking up AJ so she could sit on her knees on top of it. “Mine can do the cooking while yours gets the ingredients.”

Before leaving the room with Vestri, Mac grabbed a cookbook and set it on the counter opened on a page for apple fritters. “Here’s what the two of ya can make us,” was all he told Sunny before heading off into the living room with her master.

Sunny peered over Applejack’s shoulder at the recipe book, then started bustling around in the kitchen, trying to find the various ingredients here and there. For a time, she stayed silent, glancing at Applejack every so often until she finally decided to speak up, “There was once a mare who lived in Canterlot and owned a jewelry store. Over a year ago, she foolishly decided to visit her parents in a little town called ‘Lindisbarne’.”

AJ turned her head to the unicorn for only a moment, then huffed and returned to her cooking. These were going to be the longest baking apple fritters she ever made.

Author's Note

I would like to thank Twipet for taking the time out to help me with this chapter collab by writing for Ivangir, Vestri, and Sunny.

BTW, if you want to know the story that Sunny was telling Applejack at the end feel free to check it out here and learn more about the part Sunny plays in the FoE universe.