"What d'ya mean you 'want me to try it out'?" Applejack glanced at Rarity across the room, the tick-a-tack of the sewing machine echoing loudly.

"Please, Applejack. For the Element of Honesty, you should know by now I can tell when you're fibbing." Rarity picked up a thread spool, affixed it to the top, then shifted her work around once more. "Just one bottle, darling."

"One? No funny business?" Applejack squinted, searching for a fib herself.

"I would have thought you'd know that's Rainbow's field, not mine." Turning about, she lifted the clothing she was working on, the sewing machine rattling to quietness. "Ah, that's the touch it needed. Here." Rarity hoofed over the hat, the torn brim now flawlessly sealed.

"Shucks, Rares, I don't know how to return the favo-" Her mouth found a white hoof edged daintily in front of it, dangling a bottle of her lotion beside Applejack's head.

"One bottle. Again, that's all I ask." A shuffling of hooves followed. "At least give it a try? You won't be disappointed."

Applejack eyed the label critically, wary of mystery products, before tentatively stuffing it in her bags. Snatching up her hat, Applejack made to leave the Boutique, bottle in tow.

"Aw shoot. I forgot ta ask how it's used..." Applejack sat before her bathroom mirror, staring at the whitish lotion on the counter. Popping the cap, she squeezed a liberal amount onto her hooves, beginning to work it in. The effects kicked in a minute afterwards, her limbs locking up and going numb. She fell to the bathroom floor, grunting as her insides seemed to slosh about. Her legs locked up, freezing her into a stretched-out figure. As her side hit the floor, she swore she could hear the sound of hard plastic knocking off the tile. Looking at the mirror, she could see her body beginning to thin out, stretching into a straight, linear shape. As her sight warped, her insides grew warm, before slowly fading from feeling as they converted to plastic. Her torso began to thin out, becoming almost wire-like, her head shrinking along with her legs and tail to shape small spheres all down the wire. Her sight blacked out as her face molded into a shiny, plastic bead, affixed to the wire, its reddish color reminiscent of her crop. Her body stretched impossibly long, multiple beads now adorning the wire. With a fading glow, her body finished the conversion into a rather large set of anal beads, the red plastic balls each had a stem and leaf, resembling an apple. The beads clattered to the floor, leaving no sign the earth pony had ever been there.

Seconds passed, minutes, even hours, it seemed. To Applejack, the world was dark and cold, and she could only hope to be used for her purpose as she lay on the floor. A sudden click of the door and a squeal of hinges alerted the beads to the presence of a large pony, his hooves deliberately thumping across the tile. Big Macintosh glanced down to see the pristine set of beads laying in the middle of the floor, and had to keep himself from reconsidering his sanity.

"Eenope." Big Mac picked up the beads, walking slowly to his room, where he scrutinized the sex toy, checking for quality and style. He found a small smile creeping across his face as the ideas flooded his mind. He decided, then, that no good stallion could pass up the opportunity, and he sat upon his bed. Laying back, he brought the beads out, shivering in anticipation. His hooves shook as they held the beads, easing them closer and closer, before, with a loud gasp, he shoved half the string right in. The feeling was incredible, the stems and leaves seemed to only tickle, not scratch as they slid about within his rear.

Grunting, Mac took a hold of his massive shaft, expanding by the second, and began to stroke it tenderly. A happy sigh escaped him as he thrust the beads completely inside, his ass shaking as he bottomed them out inside. His stroking had gotten faster, moans or grunts accentuating each thrust into his hooves as he writhed about in ecstasy. His ass began to tingle, the beads causing him explosive levels of lust as his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Thrusting harder and harder, Mac approached climax, his shaft twitching and spurting precum. With a wailing moan that sounded like it belonged in the voice of Cheerilee after a nice night of hot sweaty sex, Macintosh burst with an orgasm that sent shot after shot of warm seed all over the bed, ceiling, and walls. Panting, Mac made to take the beads out, wincing in pleasured pain as each bead extricated itself. Mac lay still, staring at the beads that now rested aside the bed on the floor, and trying to hold onto consciousness to remember the feelings he had induced.

A bright sparkling light filled the room, bringing Mac to an awakened state, his eyes dilating to dinner plates before shrinking to the tiniest of points as Applejack's head reformed from the first bead, the mare's face stuck in a goofy grin. "Nope." Mac shot up, scrambling to get out of bed before the rest of his sister formed from the beads.

Beads that he had just...

...Oh my...

...Well, they say there's a reason the Apple family avoids Maredi Gras.

Author's Note

Dunno. Never used beads/seen them so inaccuracies expected. No, I am not going to go explore for accuracy.

A silly idea, one that could probably have been done better. Oh well. Meh.

More whenever I feel the spark.