Madame Jubilee's Barn of Lust

Chapter 2: The Night Shift

The train ride over to Dodge Junction the next morning was uneventful. Although the two mares had a compartment to themselves, there was little talk as Madame Jubilee pulled some papers out of her bag and began to look them over, occasionally taking some notes with a fountain pen. “Terribly sorry, dear. But being the owner of one of the largest plantations between Canterlot and Appleloosa does have its downsides.”

Applejack understood perfectly well. Even the Apple farm, as small as it was, required a lot of paperwork to fill out. Taxes, sales, orders. With Granny Smith struggling to even read all that stuff without her glasses, it usually fell to her and Big Mac to keep the books. And even though her brother was good with numbers, he had no head for advertisement. She didn't even want to imagine what it would be like to also have to keep track of employees other than the occasional helper as well.

So instead she watched the landscape fly by as the gently rocking train followed the tracks. Appleloosa wasn't far. Maybe if time permitted it, she'd have the chance to pay her cousin Braeburn a visit.

Lowering her head, she realized that thinking of her family had been a mistake. There was little in the world more important to her. But that was exactly the reason why she couldn't face them.

At the very least she didn't want them to worry, however. So she took a piece of paper and began to compose a letter with a ballpoint pen.

Dear Big Macintosh, Granny Smith and Apple Bloom …

No, that wasn't gonna work, she thought as she crossed out the line. She never called them so formally. They'd know immediately that something was up.

Dear family and friends …

Better.

I'm sorry to say that …

That what? She'd failed? That she was a colossal screw-up? That she wouldn't be able to keep her promise, that she had essentially lied? She crossed out the line again.

Things didn't work out as planned …

Although I did manage to win the MVP award …

Please convey my regrets to Mayor Mare on account that …

I fucked up! Okay?

Please don't hate me …

I'm taking a temporary job, because …

She crumpled up the piece of paper angrily and stuffed it into the ash tray that was laid into her arm rest. She was about to go looking for another blank one, when she noticed Madame Jubilee silently holding one out to her. She was still focused on her own reading.

“Thanks,” Applejack said as she took it. There was a watermark in the form of a cherry on it and on closer inspection, she could smell the scent of perfume. Scented stationery paper. Now there was a concept the simple farmer had never even considered.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she leaned her head against the head rest. Finally she looked at the paper again and began to write.

Family and friends,
not coming back to Ponyville.
Don't worry, will send money soon.

Seemed like such a waste of this good paper for those three short lines. She folded the paper and carefully ripped it in half along the crease, continuing on the lower half.

I wasn't able to win a single event at the Equestria Rodeo, but I'm going to make it right and make good on my promise. I've met a very interesting mare and I'm going to work for her for a bit. I just couldn't come home, knowing that all I would do would be to disappoint you all. I know that I'm lying by omission, but this is something I have to do. Once I've earned the money to pay for the restoration of city hall, I'll give you this second half of the letter and I can only hope that you'll forgive me in time for being such a loser.

Your granddaughter/sister/friend,
Applejack

She put the first half into an envelope and addressed it to the Apple family, intending to send it off at the station, once she got off the train. The second half she folded up and put into the back pocket of her jeans, intending to hang on to it until she had paid off her debt.

Madame Jubilee still seemed caught up in her work, so the farmer drew her stetson over her eyes and leaned back. The rocking motion of the train helped her to fall asleep easily. As she dreamed of home, she wondered how long it would be until she could go back or if indeed she could ever go back.

* * *

Dodge Junction felt very much like Appleloosa, a quiet little town on the frontier, surrounded by harsh desert plains. It had only been a few decades since ponies had started carving out a live for themselves in this part of Equestria. Overpopulation in central Equestria had led them here.

There was an air of new beginnings about all of it. Nopony asked where you came from, as long as you were willing to buckle down and do a hard day's work. In a sense it was exactly what Applejack needed right now.

The wooden houses and dust continually kicked up from the dirt roads gave everything a monotone brown. But at the very edge of town there was a stretch of green. Madame Jubilee's cherry orchard was the biggest source of employment around. What was left of the morning after the train ride, was spent on being introduced to her co-workers.

Applejack wasn't that great at remembering names and faces outside of her family and close friends. Luckily she had a failsafe strategy that had treated her well over the years. She had found that almost nopony took offense to being called 'sugarcube,' so that was her way to avoid awkwardness until she had remembered all the new names.

“And this is Golden Dawn,” Jubilee introduced the yellow pegasus mare at the cherry sorting station.

“Nice to meet you,” she greeted Applejack, managing to smile and look up without in any way slowing down at sorting the yellow and red cherries coming toward her on the conveyer belt.

“Likewise,” Applejack replied politely, hoping that they were finally done.

“Uhm, Madame Jubilee. I have a favor to ask.” So even the senior employees called her that.

“What is it, dear?”

Golden Dawn fidgeted a bit, holding her arms in front of her ample bosom, which made them jiggle a bit. She sure did fill out that apron, even AJ had to admit that much. “I was hoping to get tonight off.”

Madame Jubilee frowned. “Dawn, you're my best … “ She glanced at Applejack, obviously catching herself in her choice of wording. “... night worker. Whatever for? I always felt that you enjoyed the work.”

“But I do,” she quickly reassured. “It's just that my little brother has a judo tournament this evening and I want to cheer him on. Pleeeaaasse?”

As Jubilee closed her eyes and thought about that, Applejack sensed a chance. Picking up an additional shift would mean more money, not to mention that she was always ready to help out somepony for family related reasons. “Ah could take her shift,” she offered.

Madame Jubilee looked her over and once again Applejack had that uneasy feeling of being naked in front of that penetrating gaze. “No. I appreciate the enthusiasm. But I don't use ponies for this specific task until they've acclimated themselves.” Golden Dawn's expression visibly fell, but Jubilee lifted her chin up with one finger. “It's alright, dear. Go and be there for your brother. I'll take over the night shift today.”

The mare beamed at her and nodded. “Thank you, Madame Jubilee. Serin will be so happy to hear that.”

As Applejack exited the processing building with Jubilee, she also smiled. Things had gone so fast that she hadn't really had the time to form an opinion on her new boss. “That was mighty kind of you.”

“But … ?” she asked, sensing what remained unsaid.

“Nuthin',” AJ replied, scratching her cheek. “Ah just didn't think of you as the hands-on type until now.”

Jubilee smirked. “It's true. Nowadays I mostly work the administrative side of things, but when I started this orchard, I used to get my hands dirty on a regular basis. It's hard, building a business from nothing and I had to get creative to supplement my income over the first few years. I only do it for fun now, but it's a good way for the younger mares to make some extra bits.”

There was something fishy about the way she had phrased that, but AJ was more interested in the possibility to earn extra cash. “What exactly does the night shift entail?”

“Patience, my dear. You'll know soon enough. For today you can work the south fields. They need to be harvested. I hope it's not too much for you.”

Applejack gave her a confident look. “Applebucking's my specialty. Cherries ain't that different.”

“Good,” Jubilee said, turning towards the main building. “Somepony will make the rounds later, handing out sandwiches for lunch. Dinner is at the main building at six. I'll have your luggage brought to your room.”

* * *

“Ya done goofed, youngin.”

“But Granny, ah did my best. Doesn't that count for anything?” Applejack pleaded with Granny Smith.

“Doing one's best doesn't fix the roof,” Mayor Mare said with a stony expression next to her.

The two older mares turned their backs on her. “Please! Ah'll come up with some other way to get the money. I promise.” But whatever she said, neither of them reacted.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her thigh and she looked down to see Apple Bloom's face. “You said, you'd win.” Apple Bloom had actually punched her.

“But look at all those ribbons,” Applejack defended herself, holding out the trophies in both her hands.

Apple Bloom looked at them with disgust. “Ah see every color here but blue. Mah big sister is a champion. You're not her. Ah have no big sister.”

“But ah am yer big sister, AB!”

“No, she's quite right,” Twilight, suddenly appearing next to the young filly, pointed out calmly. “Applejack is somepony who keeps her promises. So logically you can't be our Applejack.”

“But look at these!” Yet when she reached out her hands to show off the ribbons once again, they turned to dust, running through her fingers like her broken promise. Applejack looked up, but there was only darkness around her. “Twi? Apple Bloom!? Granny!”

She began to run, but nothing changed. It was as if she was trapped in this place. Alone and with nopony to listen to her side of the story.

Suddenly she stopped, recognizing the red stallion in front of her. “Big Mac,” she uttered, taking a step forward and reaching for him. “You believe me, right? It's me. Your little sister.”

His green eyes, usually so soft and calming, were hard like emeralds, silently accusing her of her failures.

“Can't you forgive me? Can't you give me another chance?”

With one word he shattered her plea for somepony, anypony to support her. “Nope.” And then he vanished into the darkness like the others had done, leaving her completely alone.

“Big Macintosh!” Applejack raced forward, hoping against hope to catch him, to hold onto him and make him understand. But there was nothing there. So she kept running.

Thump!

“Urgh!” She flailed wildly to untangle herself from the bed sheet after landing hard on the floor.

It took a moment of just lying there to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings. Right, this was the room she had been assigned to, her new life at Madame Jubilee's orchard.

“Dangit, a dream,” she finally voiced her realization to nopony in particular. It was a good thing that Madame Jubilee seemed to have high standards when it came to the comfort of her workers. She hadn't expected to have a room to herself.

Just as well, she thought. Would have made for a pretty lousy first impression, had she fallen out of bed in front of a new roommate.

Stepping over to the washbasin, she looked into the mirror. The streaks across her face were rather obvious. She had been crying while asleep. This definitely would have given off the wrong impression.

Angrily she washed her face. She couldn't afford to be homesick right now. She just had to come up with the money. Then maybe, just maybe, everypony back home could forgive her.

Looking at the bed, she decided that she didn't feel like going back to sleep and walked over to the window instead. It was still dark outside. A glance at the clock told her that it was just after midnight.

“Maybe some fresh air will do me some good,” she reasoned and slipped into her jeans. Since it seemed unlikely that she would run into anypony this late, she left the bra in the laundry basket and simply drew the knot in her shirt a little tighter than usual.

The cool night air calmed her uneasy mind as she took a walk across the yard. The only sounds were the chirping of the crickets and a lonely barn owl hooting somewhere in the trees.

But at the same time the serenity of the night got her thinking again. This new job paid well. Lodgings and food were even included. Still it would take weeks, if not months, to come up with the money she needed.

A long sigh spread out in front of her. There was no sense in belaboring this point any more than she had done already. She'd just have to get her head down and work hard.

“Ahhn!”

“Huh?” A strange noise had brought her walk to a sudden halt. It sounded like a pony voice. Then she remembered that there was this night shift Madame Jubilee had talked about. So there would have to be workers still about even at this hour.

“Mhm.”

Hearing this second, more muffled sound, Applejack frowned. As far as she could make out, it was coming from the barn just ahead. But she knew from her tour of the plantation that it wasn't actually being used for any work-related matter at the moment.

The free space in front of the barn door was surrounded by bushes on all sides, another indication that it wasn't actually being used to store anything here. Otherwise there would be a wider path leading up to it.

A single oil lamp was hanging next to the double doors and illuminating the space. Then she saw them. There were two ponies kissing, one pressing the other against the building.

Applejack saw a red and white checkered blanket on the ground next to them. Had they snuck back to this deserted place to have a romantic picnic perhaps? Then again the only thing on the blanket were two rather large, but empty cider mugs.

Now she realized that the sounds she had been hearing wear moaning as the stallion kissed the mare while rubbing her flank with one hand. With a blush the farmer turned around to leave. As an employee here she probably ought to tell these two to leave the property, but it just didn't seem right. They weren't hurting anypony, after all.

“My, you're eager tonight. Takes me right back to our younger days,” the mare said with a giggle after breaking the kiss.

For the second time that night Applejack froze in her tracks as she recognized the voice. “Madame Jubilee?” she whispered under her breath. Sure enough, when she turned around again, it was her new boss.

“Hm, the rodeo always had an invigorating effect on me. Young bodies at their peak, competing in an honest manner with one another. It's a welcome change from the stuffy Canterlot society I tend to be surrounded by,” the stallion said. He picked up a lock from her mane and twirled it around his finger playfully. “Though I hadn't expected to see you here tonight.”

“I'm filling in for Dawn. Sorry for not providing a more youthful body, Fancy.”

Applejack almost gasped. She could only see part of the stallion's face, because his back was turned to her the whole time, but the hint of a mustache had already gotten her thinking. I couldn't be, but now that he turned his head a little and the monocle gleamed slightly in the lamp light, there was no denying it. It was Fancy Pants!

“No need to be sorry at all, my dear,” he said lightly, speaking with the comfortable tone of someone who had known her for a long time and brushed the cloth over her chest aside to reveal one perfect breast. When he pinched her nipple, he was rewarded with a slightly higher-pitched moan than before. “I do enjoy a mature body and yours is still firm in all the right places.”

“Are you calling me old, you scoundrel?” Jubilee asked in mock annoyance. “I might be well into my thirties, but at least I'm not pushing fifty and going out with a twenty-something model like a certain somepony.”

“I meant no disrespect,” he placated while moving her breast in a circular motion with his palm. “Good wine needs to be aged properly, before it unfolds its full bouquet. Besides Fleur doesn't have your … qualities.”

They were really going at it over there and Applejack swallowed hard, only now realizing that her mouth was dry from staring at them in astonishment. Even more than before she realized that she probably shouldn't be here. But she simply couldn't tear her eyes away.

Then it happened. Madame Jubilee's eyes met hers. Oh, crud! I'm so screwed, she thought to herself. But for some reason Jubilee didn't cry out. She simply looked at her latest employee with that curious gaze of hers that always seemed to be assessing you. Then her lips curled into a smile.

“Ah!” It only lasted for a moment, because then she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Fancy Pants had put his mouth over her tit and begun to suck at it.

Applejack's heart was beating a mile a minute as she ducked behind the bushes. Had she just imagined that? If there was ever a time to escape, it was now. Once again she made up her mind only to be stopped by a rustling sound next to her. “What now?”

“Oh, looks like this party already started,” a gruff voice said as two more stallions walked up to them.

Once again curiosity overcame her better judgment as AJ looked at the new arrivals and recognized one of them as Donut Joe.

“Don't worry, Joe. We're just warming up,” Jubilee said, apparently unperturbed by the fact that her alone time with Fancy Pants had just been interrupted. “Who's your friend?” she asked, licking her lips. “A new customer?”

Customer? Was this … ? Was she implying … ? No matter how she looked at it, all her cryptic remarks from earlier suddenly made sense. So this was what the 'night shift' was.

The stranger with a brown hat and poncho inclined his head and answered her in a dusty voice. “I heard this was the place to have some fun around here.”

“If you can pay,” she replied with a seductive look. “Perhaps you would like to inspect the goods first.” She gave Fancy Pants the slightest of nods and he picked up on it almost immediately.

The Canterlotian moved around her as she took a step forward and slowly unzipped the back of her red dress. He sensually pulled it down along her body from her shoulders to her ankles, lingering a few times along her curves.

Madame Jubilee stood there, smiling, now only wearing a red corset with black lace that covered her mid-section, but left her breasts and hips bare. It was connected with garters to her thigh-high black nylons. Fancy Pants had been right. Her body was perfect, her D-cups firm and perky despite the size and while she wasn't exactly slim, her figure could only be called seductively curvey.

“Fifty bits for a party extraordinaire, stud.” She said it with such ease. “You in or out?”

The stallion remained silent for a minute, then his brown mane suddenly poofed in a way that seemed physically impossible, an effect Applejack had only seen with Pinkie Pie so far, and revealed a broad grin on his face. He caught the hat that had been sent flying by his mane in one hand and held it out to her. There was a bag of bits inside. “Let's get this party started. Name's Cheese Sandwich, by the way.”

Wordlessly Donut Joe added his payment as well. Madame Jubilee raised an eyebrow at Fancy Pants, who grinned back at her. “Just put it on my tab. You know I'm good for it.”

She sighed, crossing her arms underneath her breasts, which rather emphasized them as was evident by the three stallions' stares. Even Applejack had a hard time not to look at them. “Just for you, honey. But only because you were my first customer way back, when I first started out. Then she winked and, miming a gun with her fingers, aimed at Cheese Sandwich. “Alright, pardner. Draw!” she said while pretending to shoot him.

“Don't worry. I came prepared,” he replied with a grin and swept his poncho aside. Applejack almost gasped in her hiding place. He wasn't wearing anything underneath it and he was already rock-hard!

“Looks like I lose,” Jubilee said jokingly as she knelt down in front of him and lovingly closed her fingers around the veiny shaft, although they didn't quite reach all the way around it. “Your weapon is bigger than mine.”

Smooch.

She gave the tip a wet kiss while Fancy Pants and Donut Joe began to loosen their pants and pull out their own members. Even as she wrapped her lips around Cheese's tip, her hands sought out the other two and she began pumping them.

Applejack began to wonder, if she was ready to do the same thing. Madame Jubilee was taking on all three of them at the same time and in doing so had just earned 150 bits. It was more than a week's pay for a farmhand.

Without even realizing it, her hand wandered down, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping into her panties. “Damn,” she muttered. Although she wasn't proud of it, there was no denying that watching the four of them had gotten her wet.

Her ears twitched, hearing the slurping noises Jubilee made while sucking Cheese off and Applejack began tracing the outline of her slit with two fingers. She couldn't believe her own body was this eager to try it for herself.

Her brain, which should have been the moderating influence here, was blinded by the idea of making this much money in just a single night. “Uhn.” She stifled a moan as she pushed one finger into herself. If she wasn't careful, she'd be caught for sure.

Jubilee drew her head back for a moment as she circled her tongue around Cheese's tip and looked up at him playfully. Leaning her head sideways, she ran her tongue along the entire length of his shaft, which caused the stallion to shudder. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked, purposefully breathing against his sensitive tip as she did so.

“Ugh, very much so. I should come this way more often,” he replied.

“Please do. I'm always looking to increase our customer base.” Then Jubilee opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.

Taking full advantage of the invitation, Cheese Sandwich grabbed her head and pushed his rod past her lips as far as he could. He stopped, apparently enjoying the feeling of his member hitting the back of her throat and fully savoring it. Jubilee gave no sign that she was uncomfortable in any way in this position.

“Nff,” Applejack grunted. By now she had pushed another finger into herself and she could feel the heat through it. She'd also taken off her hat and bitten down on the rim to muffle her voice, though the wet sloshing of her masturbation could still be heard. Just why was the thought of selling her own body for money making her so horny?

At least the sound of Cheese Sandwich bucking Jubilee's mouth, as he began to move his hips back and forth with a measured rhythm, drowned out any noise Applejack was making behind the bushes.

Joe had placed one hand on her wrist, causing her to go faster in jerking him off as he watched the spectacle before him. Fancy Pants was squeezing her shoulder, groaning as his hips moved in conjunction with her hand-job.

Applejack could feel the heat spreading through her entire body now and in addition to masturbating, kneaded one of her breasts over her shirt with the other hand.

“Ugh, Madame Jubilee,” Joe said in an almost pleading tone. “I can't take it anymore.”

Stopping to move in sync with Cheese, she looked at him with a smile. “Lay down.”

That was another thing Applejack admired about her. With just two words she was able to command a stallion two heads taller than her, as Joe obediently laid on his back on the blanket.

Climbing on top of him and positioning her hips over his, she licked the index and middle finger of her right hand sensually. Then she used them to spread her glistening sex, lining up her entrance with his tip.

Even from back here AJ could see the pink insides, at least until she lowered herself ever so slowly onto him and enveloped his pride fully.

Joe closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment while placing his hands over her cutie marks. Meanwhile Fancy Pants had knelt behind her and was now carefully lifting up her tail, giving her a questioning glance.

Madame Jubilee simply looked back at him over her shoulder and gave him a wink. Were they gonna … ?

Applejack increased her hand movements even more, when she realized they were really going for it. Using his magic, Fancy Pants coated his stallionhood in some kind of lube and began pressing the tip against her anus. She's taking them both at the same time. One in her pussy and one in her ass. This is double penetration, Applejack thought to herself in awe.

“Ohhh!” Jubilee craned her neck back as he pushed slowly into her and it wasn't just the tip. It was going all the way in, yet she seemed to enjoy it. There was no sign of pain on her face, only pleasure.

When she opened her eyes again, Cheese's cock was right in front of her. “Ready to continue here as well?” he asked with a grin.

Applejack realized that she was actually eager to continue watching them do it in this position, when suddenly a pair of hands seized her around the waist from behind and the stetson fell from her mouth in surprise.

“What in tarn … mph!?” She didn't get to finish her exclamation as yet another hand was pressed over her mouth.

“Lookie what we got here, brother of mine … “