Applejacked

Chapters

Applejacked Prologue
Applejacked ch1
Applejacked ch2: Big Mac Attack, part one
Applejacked ch3: Big Mac Attack, part two
Applejacked ch4: Meanwhile in Caridoon part one
Applejacked ch5. The one you've been waiting for
Applejacked ch6: Meanwhile in Caridoon part two
Applejacked ch7: Rescue
Applejacked ch8: Epilogue, and teasers

Applejacked Prologue

Author's Note

Brigadoon. Mythical Irish village that appears once every one hundred years for one day only.

Wiki it.

Caridoon. A massive country hidden from the rest of the world by geography and magic. Converted to a prison by the Goddess of Fluffy Bunnies to contain entire tribes of beings who warrant such imprisonment. You know, your usual rape and pillage types.

Never easy to get in or out of, at times it is not even in phase with the rest of the world.

Inside Caridoon females are property. Many of them sex-slaves. The degree to which this affects them varies from tribe to tribe. From merely being a label, to all too grim a reality.

This is the first story arc in the Caridoon Universe. As a result expect a lot of world building along with the story. But take heart. Subsequent stories will be able to focus much more on why I presume everyone is here. For the no holes barred clop.

This is an Anthro story. Stop now if you dislike that.

Also if you dislike Porn type rape and sex slavery that features totally unrealistic sex.

Expect oversized male members with 'mild' stomach deformation and cum inflation.

The theme behind the Caridoon stories is sex-slavery, both real and role-playing, and all the various kinks that flow from that.

I was going to tag this as being very graphic and extreme, but then I checked out a few other stories for research reasons and this is fluffy bunnies compared to some of those.

But, it is most certainly juvenile level porn. Not erotica. Lots of over stuffing, lots of fluids, lots of unrealistic situations.

Sigh: and this started out with such a simple premise. Applejack gets kidnapped by a diplomat from a country where sex-slavery is legal. Big Mac, must accompany the rest of the mane six, posing as their master, on quest to recover her.

How it blew up into this monster is down to my inability to reign my creative juices in.

One other very important point. This was constructed with the intention of being a shared Universe, not that there are currently any other authors involved. That said, if anyone is interested in playing in my ballpark, give me a PM and I’ll be happy to discuss any story ideas set in this world.

And finally, finally, This chapter is merely the introduction. What clop there is is of the mild variety. Expect much more graphic material later on.

Applejacked Prologue

“Applejacked. Prologue.

One year ago:

“Hah!” Celestia said with pleasure. “That’s an extra slice of cloud cake for me this evening.”

“I beg your pardon, Tia?” Luna said in a questioning tone, glad of an excuse to pull her attention away from her study of the current laws of Equestria. It was very dry reading. Just looking at the books was enough to make her feel parched and in need of a good drink. Actually reading them gave her a burning need for the hardest of ciders.

“My pardon, Luna. I just won a personal bet,” Celestia said, waving a file folder in the air.

“Do tell. Seriously, tell. If I have to read one more whereas, or howsoever, I fear I shall scream.”

“It’s a little bet I make every time a new head of the intelligence service is appointed. I evaluate her, and calculate how long before she submits a variation of this proposal, or if she will submit it at all. I’m getting very good at it. In the last one hundred years my record is eight wins to four losses.”

“And what is this mysterious proposal, Tia?”

“To set up a training facility for intelligence ponies, and for ponies of strategic value.”

“That sounds rather mundane sister. I myself received a fairly exhaustive seminar on modern diplomatic procedures. Mostly it came down to when to keep my mouth shut.”

“Ah, but this suggestion is to create a facility that will teach ponies how to resist enhanced interrogation should they fall into enemy hands. The rationale goes that if they know what to expect and the philosophy behind the techniques, we will better be able to resist. As well, they maintain that post-captivity trauma will be seriously reduced if the ponies, in particular mares, are taught how to deal with their treatment at the hands of a captor.”

Celestia was leafing through the folder in her hands and did not notice how Luna’s eyes suddenly dilated and her tail lifted for just a moment. “Do, tell,” Luna said in a rough voice. She gave a little cough to cover her reaction when Celestia turned and gave her a questioning look.

“It’s nonsense of course. For one thing, that type of threat has not been a serious consideration for thousands of years. Not since the great division was mended. For another, under all the fancy words, they are in the end talking about how to train mares to deal with, and cope with the aftermath, of prolonged sexual abuse. On paper, in dry clinical terms it even makes a certain amount of sense. The reality is far different. No amount of threatening and suggestive insults, no matter how graphic, is going to prepare a mare for the real thing. You just can’t fake something like that. It might even give the mares thus trained a false sense of security. Have them thinking they are prepared, only to find that the genuine thing is very different.”

“Indeed,” Luna said, her voice even more husky, her eyes visibly dilated now and her breath was faster than normal, almost panting.

“Luna? Are you coming down with something? You sound a bit hoarse?”

“I think maybe I have been breathing too much dust, Tia?” Luna replied, coughing into her hand and pointing toward the legal tomes she had been perusing.

“Yes, time for a tea break, and some cloud cake,” Celestia said, putting her sister’s strange behavior out of her mind in anticipation of that extra slice she had just won. Just before she left she scrawled Declined inside the folder and tossed it into her out box. Really, what a silly idea. As if her little ponies would ever face a threat where such training would be needed.

Present day:

Celestia sat at her desk and glared at the arrogant snow-white unicorn with the long golden mane and tail sitting across from her. She was not alone in her attitude. Her two favorite female guards, Bergdis, a unicorn, Dis for short, and Bergljot, a pegasus, Jot for short, were staring at the male as if picking out spots they would like to stick the halberds they were fingering. The unicorn showed no discomfort at their expressions and obvious disgust. If anything, he seemed to find their visible dislike amusing. Celestia would have liked to have wiped that expression off his face, but as the ruler of a country, she had to abide by certain diplomatic niceties. Still, it rankled her something fierce that she couldn’t break off his horn and shove it up his sanctimonious ass.

This particular unicorn was not one of her subjects. He was an envoy from a country that had previously been considered mythical. Caridoon. A legendary nation that was said to only appear once every hundred years for one day, and then vanish again. It had been regarded as a fairy tale since before Celestia had been born.

The reappearance of the Crystal Empire had made such fairy tales all too possible, as had been proven in this case.

Though, according to the envoy, Lord Rasmus, it seemed that the vanishing was in truth more myth than fact. Caridoon didn’t so much vanish, as it became inaccessible for decades, or even centuries, locked behind a barrier both physical and magical.

Located deep in the huge range of mountains known collectively as,The Mountains of the Moon. It was a land locked nation that could only be accessed through magic. Gates could open up anywhere in the world, allowing beings and animals to enter, only to close again, trapping them inside the valley. Where and when a gate would open had been impossible to predict or control until very recently according to Lord Rasmus. Which is what had brought the envoy to Equestria. His people, having discovered a way to leave their prison wished to reconnect with the pony nation they had fled so long before.

Again, according to Lord Rasmus, his unicorn ancestors had been refugees from the period when all the pony tribes had been consolidated into one nation.

The events of which were chronicled in the Hearth Warming Eve story.

Rather than surrender what they felt was their rightful status, the dissident unicorns had fled Equestria, looking for a land where they could live in peace and enjoy the same lifestyle they always had.

The only problem was that their chosen lifestyle included keeping earth ponies as a slave race, and extending that distinction to any pegasus they managed to capture and wing clip.

And looking at the figure kneeling in a submissive posture behind the seated Unicorn Celestia had to assume that not much had changed.

The young female was a small white-tailed doe. She was kneeling with her bottom sitting on her heels, her legs spread and her hands resting palm up on her knees. As she was naked except for a black collar around her neck and the jewelry hanging from her pierced nipples, her posture left nothing to the imagination.

“We do not allow slavery in Equestria, Lord Rasmus,” Celestia said in a cold tone. “The girl was free the moment you teleported into our realm.”

The tall unicorn held his hands out, palms spread in a non-threatening manner. “I have no problem with that, Princess. She is free to leave me anytime she wishes. I have no chains on her, I do not secure her to the end of my bed at night. I do not have a leash attached to her collar right now. She may walk out the door this very minute if she so chooses.”

The doe’s head snapped up from her submissive pose and she blurted out, “Master, please, no. Don’t send this cunt away.” Even as the words emerged from her mouth, her eyes widened and she dropped into a crouch with her forehead against the floor and her rear high in the air, her short tail lifted in presentation mode, flashing the bright white underside. “Sorry, sorry. This cunt did not mean to give an order, master. This cunt does not wish to leave you master. This cunt knows she serves only on your command. This cunt will do whatever her master desires. This cunt does not wish to be a bother.”

Rasmus smirked at Celestia, before turning and casually patting the girl on the head as if she were a pet dog. “Calm yourself, little one. The princess believes in freedom of choice. She is not about to drag you from my side in chains simply because she disapproves of our relationship. You are free to stay with me for as long as you desire.”

The doe looked up at him, her eyes gleaming. “Thank you master, This cunt will never leave you. This cunt will try not to be a bother again.”

Celestia felt nausea. But there was nothing she could do. Females in Equestria were free to choose their own situations in life. No matter how foolish their choice might be. As long as no laws were broken in the process she could not intervene. And even if he did break a law, with diplomatic immunity all she could do to Lord Rasmus was expel him from Equestria. She was tempted to do that anyway, but she knew if she did the poor little doe would trot right back into hell behind him. For her sake, and the sake of gathering information, Celestia pressed her lips tight together and waited for the small slave to settle down.

Lord Rasmus’ expression shifted from one of derision to a look filled with understanding and empathy for Celestia’s reaction to the little slave’s behavior. Celestia knew which one really represented the male in front of her, and was not affected one jot by his sudden shift in attitude. “You hate me, Princess. I can understand. I don’t much like myself very much sometimes either to tell the truth. But you have the luxury of acting on your true feelings. I don’t. You don’t know what it is like at home. What we are trying so hard to escape. You remember what my ancestors were like, and you see me with this young doe and think I am cut from the same cloth as they were. Nothing could be further from the truth.”

Behind Celestia the younger of her guards, Dis, made a sound that would more properly have come from a hungry carnivore.

Celestia merely gave him a tight lipped nod and said, “Then please elucidate. Why are you different from your ancestors?”

“To explain that I have to go back to the time my ancestors arrived in Caridoon. They were chasing a legend, a story of a land where they could find refuge from persecution for their way of life.”

“Meaning, they were racist, raping bastards and wanted to keep doing it,” Dis, whispered, loud enough so that everyone in the room could hear.

The sound of The pegasus guard, Jot, giving Dis a surreptitious slap across the back of the head was loud. Celestia repressed a smile. The two of them were playing their roles nicely. She might not be able to express her true feelings, but Dis did a lovely job of it, and Jot was as adept at pretending her fellow guard was speaking out of turn.

Lord Rasmus shrugged and spread his hands in a gesture of peace. “I am not about to apologize for my ancestors. I could not. For all it is a trap, Caridoon at least taught us that amount of empathy. None of my people could ever return to that way of life.”

“And yet,” Celestia said, nodding her head toward the doe who had resumed her submissive kneeling pose.

“As I said, appearances can be deceiving. My girl learned her behavior, and word choice, from the female who trained her for her role in life, not at the hands of any male, and most certainly not me. If I might get back to my story, now?”

A Celestia’s node, Lord Rasmus drew a breath and looked off into the distance as if he was imagining the scene in his mind. “The journey was beyond terrible for my ancestors. They had magic and ample food to start with, but the trip took them out onto the ice fields of the far north where there was no food but what they carried with them and their magic was soon exhausted dealing with the cold. If it had not been for the strength of the earth ponies none of them would have survived.

“You can be sure the contempt my ancestors felt for their slaves was greatly reduced when their noses were so firmly rubbed into the fact that they owed their lives to their slaves. It is one reason why all of those ponies were freed when they first reached Caridoon. Though in the end their freedom was very short lived. But I’m getting ahead of myself.”

Celestia had to admit she was curious. She remembered the lost unicorn herd. They contained many of the worst offenders under the Unicorn regime she had helped overthrow. She had in a way been relieved when they had fled. Celestia had been committed to reconciliation and forgiveness in order to prevent a never ending quest for vengeance by all parties, but it would have been hard to offer those particular ponies amnesty in return for them giving their parole.

“My ancestors were on their last legs, many of them having to lean on the stronger earth ponies to continue. Just when they thought they were fated to die on the ice, they found an ice cave in the side of a glacier and sought shelter from the wind. The cave went on and on, and soon they felt a warm breeze and smelled the scent of living things. They broke into a canter, or stumbled into one, and the entire herd rushed down the remaining length of the ice cave and emerged into a miracle.

“It was of course, Caridoon. It is hard to describe the land I grew up in. It is not small, at least as big as Equestria, but it seems much smaller than it is because it is simply overshadowed by the mountains that rear up on every side. Mountains that climb so high you expect the moon to run into them. Mountains so high that even the strongest Gryphon or Pegasus can not hope to overtop them. No creature that needs to breath could even climb more than two thirds of a way up them. They are forbidding and forbidden. No pony, or any other creature has ever found a path over them. The only way in, or out of Caridoon is the magic gates, and it has only been in the last two years that we have learned how to open a pathway, just a small one, and only two may transfer through it at a time. But it is a start, and we have hopes that soon we will be able to open a full time gate between our land and Equestria. Why, we might be able to open one right inside the walls of Canterlot,” Rasmus said with a laugh that Celestia did not like at all, nor the implications of what he implied without saying it.

“You were telling us about Caridoon. Before you said it was hard to describe,” she said an acerbic voice.

“You are right. I forgot myself. You have to understand, but for thousands of years we, and the others who share the land, have thought escape impossible. To learn there is a chance, it changes everything.”

Rasmus took another breath and continued. “First of all, you have to think warm. That was the first thing my ancestors noticed after coming in from the arctic waste. It is a warm land. There are numerous hot springs and the pegasus and gryphons tell us that the warmth is trapped under a permanent capping layer of cold air. The bottom of the valley never sees uncomfortably cold weather. Many residents wear little or no clothing, trusting to our natural coverings to keep us warm. I myself usually wear very little more than my companion, and dressed in cold weather gear this time because we were told the climate here is not so benign”

“Notice you didn’t dress the doe,” the Dis muttered.

Rasmus sighed. “You don’t understand our culture at all. There is no greater insult a male can give a female than to suggest she cover herself up.”

“Sure is convenient,” Dis sneered, but subsided when Celestia held up her hand.

“To get back to my description. Caridoon is a forest kingdom. Many species of plants grow there that our sages say grow no where else in the world. The tree line runs ten thousand feet up the sides of the mountains, changing from tropical to more temperate pine forests, and eventually to bristle cone and other scrub plants.

“There are always trees in fruit, and the natural vegetation is nutritious. The herbivore species can exist quite easily on forage along. The carnivorous ones like the Gryphon’s have many prey animals, who are not intelligent and armed with sharp sticks, to choose from,” Rasmus joked.

“This spread out below my ancestors, and it must have looked like heaven on earth. Until the worm in the apple showed up. They had barely had time to fill their bellies and rest before a delegation representing all the tribes in the valley showed up. You might be familiar with all of the species represented, except the Ursine, who was in the forefront of them all.”

“An Ursine? I have always thought they were extinct?” Celestia exclaimed in surprise. “The youngest remains found have been dated at nearly fifty thousand years.”

“That makes sense. The Ursine’s own oral history puts their presence in the valley at about that time. They are the elder representative of all the people there, and ultimately, despite their very small numbers, the ones in charge. If you wish to blame someone for my girl’s appearance and behavior, blame them.”

Celestia had to fight down a Twilight level temptation to pursue the question of the Ursine further. How had they survived? What were they like? But, at the moment the more important question was what had they done. “Go on,” She told Rasmus.

“The Ursine and the leaders approached us, with a troop of beings behind them that far outnumbered my ancestors, even taking into account the slaves, who of course could not be expected to fight for their oppressors.

“I’d have stuck a knife in your back first chance I got,” the Dis snarked. Jot bared her teeth in silent agreement.

“I’m sure that crossed the mind of the leader of my ancestors when he went forth to meet with the representatives of the other tribes. But he had little choice but to do so. Our magic was exhausted from coping with the harsh conditions of our journey and there was no hope they could fight back against the force facing them if those beings decided that was what was needed. What he heard was not welcome.”

The Ursine told him he and his were more than welcome to live in the valley, but there was a non-negotiable cost. All of their females were to be turned over to the other tribes. The young and the old would be returned, once they had been informed of the social order in the valley.

“In truth there were very few of either in the party. Those unicorns with children had not been inclined to take the perilous journey. The elderly even less so. And my ancestors had not wished to be burdened by unproductive slaves.

“The Ursine did not try to sugar coat why they wished the mares. He very explicitly said that every mare in the right age range would be expected to supply sexual services to all the other males in the valley. To cover the immigration fee. After ten years they would be returned and be free to marry and have procreative sex with the male of their choice. But, when their daughters grew old enough they also would be expected to pay the fee. In return an equal number of females from the other races would be given to the unicorns and would be expected to offer sexual services to the our stallions in turn.

Rasmus repeated his gesture of peace when Dis snarled, “I can guess what’s coming next.”

“I have no intention of pretending my ancestors were not what they were,” Rasmus said. “For instance, they instantly offered all the earth pony and pegasus fillies,to the Ursine, but refused to hand over their own mares.

“The Ursine agreed to take the fillies, and allow the earth pony and pegasus males to stay, but the unicorns would have to leave the valley if they were not willing to surrender their own mares. They had one day to decide, at which point they would be driven from the valley.”

“You can imagine my ancestor’s reactions. They had just had the roles they had lived by all their lives reversed. To give up their mares as if they were lowly earth ponies was unthinkable, but to go back out into the cold was certain death. What they might have decided was never discovered, because the wife of our leader stepped forward, along with some of her closest friends, and told her husband that they would surrender themselves as hostages, for the preservation of their race.

“For in the end that was what the entire perverted mess came down to it. The young females of each race represented hostages against the good behavior of their males. The Ursine are a lusty race, and saw no reason why the hostages should not pay for their upkeep by offering sexual service to their captors.”

“So it came to pass. My ancestors settled in the valley, and from that day to this day every pony mare between the age of eighteen and twenty eight must serve as a sexual hostage. Their only protection from severe abuse is the fact that their husbands, brothers, and fathers all have various members of their host’s family in a similar situation.”

“Barbaric. Has no one rebelled against the Ursine’s reign?” Celestia asked. “You said they were few in numbers.”

Rasmus grimaced, “Do not underestimate the Ursine. They are of the land, and the land is of them. They have much in common with earth ponies, but to a greater degree. At the foothills of the mountains there is the shattered remains of a large city, crushed under a landslide. They were the last to rebel, and a single Ursine totally destroyed them in less than an hour by calling the side of the mountain down on them.”

“You can understand why we wish to escape this situation. Every time we are forced to hand one of our mares over to our overlords, we die a little inside. Believe me, we are nothing like our ancestors. Humility is shoved into our face on a daily basis. Do you know that the senior male in a mare’s family must select the male she will belong to, who will use her for his sexual gratification, and loan her out to any male who expresses an interest in her. They say it’s to give him a chance to select a good owner for the female, but the truth is it’s to make us participate in her debauching.”

Rasmus’ face turned thoughtful, “Still, I have to admit, callous and cold as it is, there is no denying the situation does have a certain up side.”

“Yes, we can see your upside,” Celestia said coldly, looking at the small doe behind Rasmus.

“That was not what I meant,” Rasmus snapped back. It is easy to sneer at me, but let me ask you this, “When was the last recorded instance of a gryphon publicly eating a pony?”

“I fail to see---”

“Exactly. You fail to see. I had a chat with one of your historians while I waited for my appointment with you. Let me answer my own question. Two hundred and thirty nine years ago. The Rocky Crag Gryphon aerie.”

Celestia tried to interrupt but Rasmus stood up and raised his voice as he shouted over her. “The pony friendly aerie master was challenged and killed by a gryphon bigot who despised ponies. As soon as the new leader took the roost he and his fellows attacked your ambassador and her guards. They fought back bravely but were overcome. The male guards were butchered out of hand and the ambassador and the female guards were gang-raped. Once the gryphon’s had their fun, they served up the remains at the victory banquet. The first word you got of the massacre was when you receive the stuffed and mounted head of your ambassador.” Rasmus finally ran down, and he stood there gasping for breath, his color high with passion.

Celestia was a bit stunned by his outburst, but mostly her mind had been sucked back in time to one of her greatest failures. She should have seen it coming, but she hadn’t. The Diplomatic party was only the first casualty. By the time it was over over a thousand Gryphons and ponies were dead, and the aerie was a smouldering wreck that was abandoned to this day.

“Do you know when the last instance of a gryphon eating a pony, publicly, happened in the valley?” Rasmus asked when he regained his breath. Then he answered for her. “Not a single time since the Ursine instituted their policy fifteen thousand years ago. Not a single Deer, not a single Caribou, not a single Yak, Not a single Ursine. Not a single pony. I can not begin to count the number of females the gryphon’s have used for casual non-procreative sex, but they have not eaten a single one of them. The are only too well aware that their entire future next generation is in the hands and claws of the other tribes if they should step over that line.

“Maybe the Ursine, with their power could have found a better way. But they dislike putting any effort into anything other than their own interests. This solution is degrading and demeaning, and makes every male in the valley a rapist. But it does what the Ursine wanted it to do. After all this time it is imbedded in the culture and is self-sustaining. No matter how much we wish to change it, we can’t. The only way out of it is to escape the valley. That is why I am here now. To beg for your help. Will you give it?”

Rasmus leaned over and extended his hand toward Celestia, only to snatch it back when Jot brought her halberd around in a high overhead swing that would have taken his hand off at the wrist if he had not snatched it back. His pleasant demeanor vanished and he directed a hate filled look at the guard.

“You have given me lots to think about, Lord Rasmus,” Celestia said, ignoring both his effort to shake her hand, and her guard’s reaction to it. “I will do so. I will make room on my schedule and we can have another discussion next week.”

“Very well. My people have waited three thousand years. I can wait a week,” Rasmus said, his expression once more cheerful. He turned to leave and the small doe scrambled to his feet and followed after him.

“Lord Rasmus,” Celestia called out to him. When he looked back to her she said in a grim voice. “Leave your little visual aid behind next time, please.” Despite the polite words, the underlying tone of her voice left no question as to whether it was an order or not.

A few seconds after the door closed, the Jot asked, “Do you believe him, Princess?”

“Not for one minute. He spent way too much effort trying to shock us to not be trying to hide something.”

Celestia saw no reason to worry her guards, or to let the story get into the rumor mill, but she was seriously worried about the Ursine Lord Rasmus had mentioned. All archaeological evidence pointed at them being potent in the extreme. And of less than savory character if the remains in their garbage tips was anything to go by. They could be a genuine threat to Equestria if they decided to export their particular brand of peacemaking.

Rasmus heaved a sigh of relief at escaping from the abomination’s very lair. He had to admit that his king was more of a stallion than he was. The very thought of climbing between that nag’s legs was enough to shrivel him like a raisin.

Though... maybe once the king, his father, had removed her horn and neutered her, he might test the waters. But until then, orders or no orders, he was going to stay well clear. He’d made his attempt at physical contact, and been rebuffed. No one could say he hadn’t followed his orders. Not that his father had ever held out much hope that strategy would work. Merely that it was worth the attempt.

Other than that, everything had gone as well as could be expected. She wasn’t buying into his story fully, but the seeds were planted and that was all he was suppose to do at the moment.

A smile of anticipation crossed Rasmus’ face. With his duty taken care of it was time to ease the pressure in his balls. Which was the real reason he had brought along a personal slave. Shoving her in the face of the abomination and all her pathetic followers was merely icing on the cake.

Thinking of rubbing the existence of his slave in the face of Equestria’s representatives reminded him of an encounter he’d had earlier in the day with a mouthy earth pony. He’d been surprised to see such a lowly pony given free reign of the palace. Just another example of how far the country had fallen since his father’s day he supposed.

The Earth Pony in question had been a palomino with long blond hair who smelled of apples. She’d been scathing in her opinion of any male who could only get a filly into his bed if he owned her and the poor thing had no choice.

Oh, how he’d love to shut up that bitch with his cock. To see the expression in her eyes as he drove himself down her throat, blocking her airway. The panicked expression on her face when she realized she wasn’t going to breath again until he was good and ready to let her.

Merely thinking of it was enough to turn casual arousal into a burning need.

The guard who had been assigned to shadow him anytime he left his room was a bit of a pain, though. If he had not been here Rasmus could have bent his little cum-dump over the nearest chair instead of having to wait to get to his room to tap her tight little rump.

Rasmus looked back at the white-coated unicorn stallion in the golden armor who was walking along behind him, and caught the younger male checking out the slut’s ass. Unaware he was being observed, the guard reached down and adjusted himself.

Well, well. Looks like not all the stallions in this country are pathetic limp dicks. Rasmus’ lip curled up in a sneer. Of course, getting hard, and actually doing something about it were two different things. The males in this kingdom were so pathetically pussy-whipped it was a wonder they had not all died out centuries ago. He bet the mares rode them, instead of the other way around.

Rasmus wondered what the guard would do if he were to offer him a shot at the slave girl. The idea amused him. When they came to his room, he smiled and said, “Why don’t you come in and talk for a bit? Maybe share a drink? I’m still learning about your country and I could use a little advice from a male who knows what is what.”

“Well, I really shouldn’t…” the guard prevaricated, but then his eyes glanced down to where the small doe was waiting patiently.

The guard’s eyes roved over the slave girl’s nude form. Pausing on her pierced nipples. Naturally, that was what the ornaments were for. To draw the eye of stallions. It certainly was not for the girl’s benefit. More telling was the way the guard’s eyes paused on the girl’s slave collar. When they did the young stallion’s face gained color and his breathing most certainly changed. Very interesting. It looked like not all residents of this country were indifferent to the potential represented by slave girls.

The guard finally made up his mind and said, “Well, maybe for a little while. I am due to go off duty in a few minutes.”

Rasmus gave the guard a broad, male-to-male smile, and opened the door, waving the younger stallion into the room ahead of him.

The guard had barely stepped into the room when he froze in place and stammered out. “I’m sorry my lady. I didn’t know there was anyone here waiting to see the envoy.

Rasmus looked past the guard just in time to see a nude unicorn mare jumping up from where she had been kneeling on the floor. She snatched up some clothing from the bed and dashed out of the room her face flushed red with embarrassment.

The guard watched the unicorn’s bare ass, tail swishing above it, as she ran down the corridor and ducked into a side room, presumably to get dressed. “Nice,” the guard purred, before directing a look of utmost respect at Rasmus. “You sure do know how to draw the mares, sir.”

“It’s a gift,” Rasmus said, while trying to hide his own surprise at this turn of events. Maybe it wasn’t only some of the males who were dissatisfied with the current status quo. Maybe some of the females were prepared to take their proper place? Very, very interesting. He would have to see if he could locate that mare again, when he was alone, and see how talented she was.

“Sorry I cock-blocked you, sir,” the young guard apologized.

“Nonsense. That lady likely had no idea how to pleasure a male. I’m sure a male of your experience knows all about her sort. She thinks that she is giving a male a gift by merely allowing him access to her body, and has no skill to speak of. Now my little lady on the other hand only cares about my pleasure, and that of any other male who is in need of her services. Would you like a demonstration?”

Rasmus lay back on his bed, his hands cupped behind his head as he contemplated the ceiling. His flaccid juice-smeared cock laying across one of his muscular thighs. All in all it had been an interesting afternoon. Not only had he found a male in Equestria who was almost worthy of the name, the same male, Private Orange, had family in the fruit farming business and Rasmus had been able to unload the bag of seeds his father had given him to disperse upon arrival. That had saved him having to go down among the commoners to find someone willing to take the seeds. Which would have likely been confiscated by the ponies who followed her everywhere. If Private Orange handed those seeds off to his relatives to plant on a trial basis like he had said he would, things could get very interesting in a few years when they matured.

A soft gurgling sound drew Rasmus’ attention to the little slave doe who was folded over the back of an easy chair next to the bed, her toes dangling a few inches above the floor. Her distended sex leaking large quantities of spunk and with the dazed expression of the well and truly fucked on her cum smeared face. The guard may not have been all that skilled, but he’d been enthusiastic once he realized the girl was not going to protest his using her in any fashion he wished.

All in all an interesting experience. It would seem that the males in this kingdom were not so tamed after all. All they needed was some pony to show them the way, and they’d flock to the banner of a true male. Maybe seeing their former ruler pilloried in the public square and begging for cock would do it. They might hesitate for a while, but he bet once the action started the line would go around the block… a dozen times.

Maybe while he had his cock jammed down Celestia’s throat he’d tell her the truth of their arrival in Caridoon. How the stupid unicorn mares had refused to serve as sex toys to a bunch of animals. How his ancestors had experienced an epiphany and realized that all females were nothing but selfish self-serving parasites. It didn’t matter if they were gryphons, caribou, deer, yak, pegasus, earth pony, or unicorn. They were all just cunts, and their only real purpose in life was to supply warm sockets for males to use, and to pop out new mares and males to carry on the tradition.

He smiled as he imagined how he’d tell her how his ancestors had overpowered the far less numerous females and sliced off their horns, rendering them helpless to resist as they were handed over to their new masters.

He’d leave out the fact that his father, the king, had been one of those males. Even if she was helpless at the time there was no reason to give out unnecessary information that might come back to bite you on the ass. The information that his father was one of the original exiles from Equestria, and might even be a few years older than Celestia was their ultimate secret. No one else must ever know.

As he imagined the scene of him oraly assaulting, Celestia, Rasmus’ cock stiffened.

Getting out of his bed he walked over to where the slave girl was draped over the chair and took hold of one of her ears. Using it as a handle he pulled her head up till her glazed eyes could see his semi-hard erection. Without the need of a single word from him she opened her mouth and took him into her oral cavity. Despite Rasmus’ boasting to the young guard she was far from the most talented of cock suckers. Only to be expected after all, she was just some random public service slave he’d picked out of the crowd to take care of his needs during his trip. But, as they say any warm port in a storm was welcome.

As he began to face-fuck the cunt he let his mind wander to the golden palomino who had insulted him to his face. The Ursine had, very properly, designated the three pony races as separate species. Earth ponies were sub-ponies. Barely worthy of being considered intelligent. Certainly not to be considered the equal of unicorns. Every single one of the original earth pony mares that had come into the valley with the original herd had elected to stay with their other specie masters once their term of mandatory service was up.

Suspiciously, despite being available to the unicorns on occasion while serving as public service sluts not a single one of them had caught a foal. Very strange considering how vigorously his ancestors had used any they managed to get access to. The same thing happened with the few earth ponies that the pegasus popped out over the years. The result was that as far as he knew earth ponies were extinct in the valley. That made them somewhat of a desirable commodity to a population that treasured the unique and new.

His father was always going on about the good old days when after a hard day inspecting his family's holding, he’d pick out the best looking earth pony from among the slave herd, and take her right there and then in front of her family.

He was sure the old man would appreciate a chance to re-live his past, and maybe plant a foal in the filly’s belly. And he had been instructed to pick out a female close to the abomination. His father had likely expected him to come home with a unicorn, but as far as Rasmus could tell, none of them were all that close to the princess. Not like the earth pony was. He’d personally seen Celestia go out of her way to talk to the female. What was her name. Applejaks, Applejocks, something like that. In any case, for some inexplicable reason the princess was fond of her.

Rasmus nodded to himself as he reached his decision. He might have to fast talk his father a bit. But the chance to teach that arrogant pony her true place in the scheme of things was too tempting to resist. Best of all. With there being no earth ponies in Caridoon anymore, there was not a single representative of that race who would object to anything he did to her. It had been a very long time since he or his father had access to one of their own females. This would be almost as good.

Turned on by the thought of all the fun he’d be able to have showing this Applebuck her true place in the world he plunged himself in and out of his slave’s mouth with renewed vigor and hissed in pleasure as he ejaculated into her mouth, flooding her past her capacity to handle easily. His seed bubbled down her face and dripped off her chin as she frantically tried to swallow his entire load. She was safe, however. Rasmus was so pleased with his idea that even her clumsy efforts could not spoil the moment for him. She would not end up pressed against the wall as Rasmus took his belt to her for incompetence. This time.

Applejacked ch1

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Applejacked ch2: Big Mac Attack, part one

Applejack CH: 2

Thanks to Inazuma for pre-reading.

*Extreme clop ahead.*

If Big Mac had thought that the situation as he’d understood it had been as bad as it could be, he’d been mistaken. He wished he’d listened to Celestia and hadn’t insisted on knowing the details. But at the same time, as horrible as what he had learned was, he was glad he knew. There was no longer any question of sitting back and letting others fix this problem.

“Where is this Caridoon place?” he asked in a grim voice.

“No, you can’t.” Celestia said, a thread of panic in her voice.

“Why not? Princess Luna has it all arranged. I go there with some other feller. Say, “I’m giving my sister to him”. We pack up and come home. After I punch the stallion who took her in the nose!” Big Mac retorted.

Luna happened to agree with Mac, but for her sister’s sake and in the interest in full disclosure, she was prepared to argue the other side.“Because you wouldn’t be able to return home right away. At a minimum you’d be there for one month. And even then whoever accompanies you would have to be a master of magic in order to work the spell from that end. I think we can safely say that Duneyrr would not be in any mood to send you home.”

“That’s a pain. But I can get somepony to look after the farm for that long. Seeing as what the stakes are I shouldn’t have much trouble. As for the magic user, you must have someone who can fill the bill.”

“Big Mac, do you seriously think the man who arranged for your sister to get kidnapped is just going to give you a room to stay in till you can come home? You will need to mingle with the general population. Find a way to earn your keep. It is very unlikely that any money we could give you would be good there and for all we know the only thing gems are good for is dragon chow. In fact, the only thing we know for sure that has a commodity value are females. And I think we can safely say you are not going to use Applejack for barter,”Luna said.

“You’re damn right. Pardon me, princess. I’m a good strong stallion. I don’t see me having any trouble earning enough to support us for a month. And if we pick a good feller to come with me, he can pitch in as well,” Big Mac said, his face flushed with emotion.

“There are several things wrong with that, Big Mac,” Luna said. “One, these people regard sex slavery as perfectly normal. They are not nice people. I highly doubt they will act in an honorable fashion. You will need to earn their respect and even their fear, if you have any hope of protecting your sister. It has been a very long time but I had friends who specialized in infiltrating enemy forces. The first rule of not standing out is blending into the culture. Let me give you an example. Have you ever been with a group of stallions in a bar or other social setting where they brag about their various sexual conquests?”

Big Mac’s expression turned bleak. “Not since I was eighteen,” he growled.

Behind Luna, Celestia winced.

“The people in Caridoon do the same thing, but they are also into practical demonstrations. A popular activity is to bend a few females over a table and see who can make their female scream the loudest, in pleasure or pain, they don’t really care.” Luna crossed her fingers behind her back.

She’d never actually been in a bar during her period of captivity, so what she had just said was a fabrication, but it did fit with what she knew of the culture.

Celestia paled slightly at the matter of fact way Luna said this. The look she directed toward her sister was one of unconditional sympathy. Big Mac on the other hand flushed with rage.

“Seems that’s all the more reason for me not to be wasting time here.”

“You are missing my point Big McIntosh Apple. The only way you will be allowed to claim the rights this country gives to males, is if you can participate in that sort of activity. Without that, there is no way you will be able to protect your sister until you can make it home,” Luna said, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

“My sister is right, Mac. You are a fine upstanding stallion.” Celestia added.

“Just not the right sort of upstanding as far as Caridoon is concerned.” Luna stated then flinched a bit at the look Celestia gave her. “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” she apologized.

Celestia turned back to Big Mac. “Luna bought us some time with her knowledge of their laws. We must make every use we can of that time.”

Big Mac’s expression was one of shock, but he shook it off and said in a grim voice,
“You keep saying you’ll do anything to rescue mah sister. But I reckon what that really means is you don’t know what you can do yet. Only thing we do know is, if I can convince them I’m their sort of stallion I’ll have a chance to save her. You say you’ll do anything. But I say, I will do anything. You gotta have a spell that will let me be that sort of male, for long enough to get the job done.”

“Unfortunately, thankfully, I don’t know of any way to change you to their sort of male,” Celestia said. She gave a shudder at the thought of a magic that could turn a good honest stallion into a misogynist monster like Lord Rasmus and the rest of the male population of his foul country.

“Actually, there is something…” Luna remarked thoughtfully, her eyes unfocused as she gazed back over the centuries. “There was this tribe of nomads I ran with one summer, a couple of thousand years ago. They have a coming of age ceremony for their males. There is some magic involved, a small amount. I believe from what I have observed at the time, that it stifles empathy which their clan leaders consider a weakness. It does not really change their nature to any great degree. They were raised in their culture so the effects don’t seem to cause any real difference in their behavior at the time the spell is cast. The intent I think is to prevent any of their males developing weak emotions as they mature and become truly adult. A variation of that spell, tweaked by us, used on Big Mac might allow him to pass for their sort of male, at least long enough to rescue Applejack. It could be removed once she was safe.” Luna concluded.

“If it helps save my sister---”

“No! Out of the question. I will never allow such a spell to be used in Equestria!” Celestia declaimed, anger making her mane flair like a corona.

“But---” Mac started to say, but he was interrupted by Celestia

“No, Mac. Who you are and what you are is what is inside of you. If we changed your personality and your mind, you might still look like Big McIntosh on the outside. But in the inside would be somepony else. Even if we removed the spell afterwards you would remember your actions. I don’t know if you could live with what you might have done while under the influence.” Celestia settled back, her posture and attitude indicating that this was the last word on the subject and no other discussion would be allowed.

“Fine. Then I’ll do it without the help of a spell,” Big Mac snarled in frustration, a stubborn expression on his face.

Before Celestia could put her royal hoof down, Luna suggested in a flat voice. “Mac, please ask Bother to suck your cock.”

Bother, the small white-tailed doe who had accompanied Lord Rasmus as his personal slave, had been hovering in the background. She had been listening to their conversation with an expression of befuddlement mixed with the alternating emotions of hope and despair. On hearing Luna’s request to Mac she instantly brightened up. This was clearly something she understood. She trotted forward and fell to her knees in front of Big Mac. “This worthless cow would be happy to relieve Master’s discomfort,’ she enthused as her fingers started to undo the front of Mac’s fly while admiring the sudden bulge in the stallion’s pants.

“Wait. What? Stop that!” Mac cried out, batting aside Bother’s clumsy fingers and jumping back away from the kneeling doe as if she were some sort of rabid monster. He flushed deeply as he snatched off his straw going-to-town hat and clapped it over his groin.

Big Mac’s action might have been taken as a purely protective gesture, if Luna had not spotted the visible bulge in the front of his pants just before he covered it. She was rather impressed by what she saw before she lost sight of it. That didn’t stop her from acting less than impressed with his actions.

“Yes, I can see how you’ll do wonderful without any help at all,” Luna said derisively, as if Big Mac had disappointed her. “Maybe the king has a point about the lack of manhood among our stallions.” She gave a sigh, and said to Celestia, “I’ve been up too long. I’m not thinking clearly. Of course you’re right. An Equestrian pony could never pass as the sort of male that they would respect. Thank goodness. If you need me, I’ll be in my room. It is way past my bedtime and if I am to do Applejack any good I need to rest and recharge.”

Big Mac watched Luna leave, his emotions in turmoil. He had done nothing wrong. No proper stallion would have done what she had suggested. But that very fact drove home the fact that the person he was now could do nothing to help his sister. And if that was the case he was ready to change that person. After all, what Celestia didn’t understand was that he hadn’t always been the him he was now. Once he been far closer to being like the bastards they were talking about than he liked to think. He had never wanted to be that person again. Now he knew he had to be. Even if it destroyed him like Celestia suggested. As long as Applejack ended up safe he was willing to pay the price. He needed the spell Luna had mentioned.

Taking in Big Mac’s furrowed brow as angst over his sister’s situation, Celestia reassured him. “Big Mcintosh, on my honor we will save your sister.” She laid a comforting hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes, one of the few ponies he had met tall enough to do that. “Please. I know it will be difficult. But go to your room and try to rest. If anything happens I will send a guard to fetch you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Big Mac mumbled. Lost in his own thoughts he tugged at his forelock in a gesture of absent minded respect and left the room, putting on his straw hat as he did so.

Celestia watched him go, wishing she could have offered him genuine hope that Applejack would be safe. She was not given long to suffer regret, because as soon as the door closed behind Mac Bother let a soft cry of dismay and sagged to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m nothing but a bother. Useless, useless. Trash. Not worthy of a master’s kick.”

Celestia rolled her eyes and settled down to try and reassure the small doe that Big Mac didn’t hate her just because he had declined to use her as a casual sexual outlet.

***************

Big Mac wasn’t really used to how things worked in the Castle. Despite having been there for three days. He didn’t think twice about asking the first palace guard, a female pegasus, for the way to Luna’s room. It never crossed his mind that it was unusual for her to give him directions without a moment’s thought. He simply followed her instructions till he came to a set of unguarded double doors bearing Luna’s symbol. One of the double doors was partially open. Taking that as an invitation, he took his hat off his head and holding it in what he hoped was a suitably respectful manner, pushed the door all the way open and stepped into the room. “Pardon me, Princess Luna, Ah was wondering if we could…”

Big Mac trailed off as Princess Luna turned from where she was sitting at her vanity to look at him with a calm expression. She was dressed only in a nightgown so sheer that it looked more like floating fog than a garment. Her surprisingly large breasts swayed hypnotically under the gossamer thin fabric while a part of Big Mac’s mind took note of the fact that the the wispy hair guarding her private parts shared the same celestial qualities as her mane. He was jolted out of his frozen state by the sound of the door thudding shut behind him, and locking with a solid sounding, Cachunk.

“I’m right sorry, really sorry,” Big Mac babbled, trying to look everywhere but at the Celestial Maiden of the Night. “The door was open, and I thought. I wanted to. . . I’ll leave. Please don’t throw me in the dungeon.”

While he had been stumbling over his words Big Mac had been backing toward the door. His stomach sank as he tried to work the latch behind his back, and found it secured firmly in place.

Luna rolled her eyes in disgust. Her voice when she spoke, was impatient. “I can’t believe I thought you might have what it takes to pretend to be a real male. Do you think Lord Rasmus or King Duneyrr would react this way on finding themselves alone with a nearly naked female?”

“If’n they were smart, they’d be pissing themselves. Begging the princess’s pardon, ma’am.”

Luna eyes widened in surprise, and a muffled laugh escaped her before she got herself under control and her expression resumed its former impatience. “I’ll choose to take that as a compliment. This time. Ask the question you want to ask, Big Mac. I’m tired and I want to go to bed.”

Big Mac found himself feeling off center. Luna had been kind and sympathetic just a little while before. Now she was acting cold and aloof. The look she was directing toward him was exactly the same as the looks he’d been getting from all the fancy unicorns in Canterlot ever since he got here. An expression of mingled distaste and derision.

His confusion was not helped by her outfit. Big Mac was a perfectly healthy male. The reasons he had chosen to avoid entanglements with mares had nothing to do with a lack of interest. If anything, at times he suffered from a too strong an interest. Applejack’s five fine looking friends, as well as the other mares in Ponyville who were always teasing him, were a bit of a trial on his self-control at times.

That was not too much of a problem normally. He had years of practice keeping a firm hold on his animal urges. As for the sheer hydraulic component of the problem? Back on the farm it was always fairly easy to find a private spot to indulge in a little pressure relief, sometimes three or four times a day. He had not had that option since letting himself be talked into coming to Canterlot, however.

Big Mac had been given a private bedroom in the castle. But it had somehow seemed disrespectful to crank a load off in a royal bed. So, he’d been holding it and not in a good way. Under the influence of his over-filled balls he found himself focusing on Luna’s breasts as they shifted under her nightgown instead of her words. Until an impatient cough jerked his focus back up to Luna’s scowling face.

“My patience is not unlimited. Ask!” she snapped.

“Right, right. Well, ma'am, you said something about a spell that would let me act like I needed to act in this Caridoon place. I was wondering, could you do that for me?”

Luna gave a long suffering sigh. “I really should learn to keep my mouth shut. If you recall, my sister explicitly forbade the use of that or any other sort of mind-altering spell.”

Big Mac closed his eyes, not wanting her to see the anguish her words caused him. This had been his last hope to actually do something that might accomplish something positive. He hated being helpless. Bad enough when his sister went off on her adventures and he had to stay home. But this time he actually was the pony that needed to step up, and he wasn’t doing it. His heart hurt at the thought of his sister being helpless in the hands of those perverted ponies.

While Big Mac sorrowed, Luna continued speaking; the bored annoyance in her voice became more heated and she seemed to be speaking more to herself than to Big Mac. “Celestia seems to forget at times she is no longer the sole ruler of Equestria. She had no right to forbid any action on our part. Give me your hat.” Luna commanded.

“Huh? What?” Big Mac sputtered, her demand having yanked him out of his bout of self-hatred.

“Your hat. Give. Me. Your. Hat. Are your ears as deficient as your other parts?” Luna all but snarled, snapping her fingers at Big Mac.

Big Mac hastily held out his straw hat to her while telling himself Luna didn’t mean what she was saying. She was cranky from lack of sleep and likely as angry and frustrated as her sister over the violation of her home.

Or it could be woman trouble. But Big Mac had learned long ago to never voice that opinion in front of a mare.

Despite understanding she might have reasons for her tone of voice, the back of Big Mac’s neck heated as he struggled to keep his temper under control. Luna might have had her pride injured, but it was his sister that was surrounded by a bunch of rapists who might choose at any moment to violate her. After all, anypony who would kidnap a girl was not likely to be the sort you could trust to keep their word.

Setting Big Mac’s hat in her lap, Luna spread her wings, causing the breath to catch in Big Mac throat. Folded up against her back they were not really all that impressive, resembling a feathered shawl. But spread out to their full width they were magnificent. She brought one wing around in front of her and ran her fingers through her feathers, separating them. To Big Mac’s shock Luna, with a small wince, plucked one of her primaries.

Luna held the feather up in front of her eyes, twirling it between her fingers as she inspected it. Big Mac swallowed involuntarily in discomfort as he saw that there was a crimson bead of blood decorating the base of the shaft.

Seemingly satisfied with what she divined from her inspection, Luna lifted the feather till the blood-tinted base pressed against the tip of her horn. The Alicorn’s horn began to glow with her magic which spread to the feather. She held her pose for several seconds before letting out a sigh and relaxing. The magic faded from her horn but continued to glow faintly around the feather. Luna carefully threaded the long shaft of the pinion into Big Mac’s straw hat. When she was done, Luna held up the battered straw hat and turned it this way and that. If Big Mac hadn’t known she was doing something magical he would have thought she was examining it in the way Rarity would, for style and appearance, rather than functionality.

“Not bad if I do say so myself.,” Luna said out loud. Rising to her feet, she stepped toward Big Mac, his hat held in both of her hands as she lifted it toward his head.

Luna was not as tall as her sister. The princess of the night had to lift her hands well above her own head to set the hat on Big Mac’s head. Carefully aligning the ear holes as she leaned forward against him. For just a moment her body pressed up against his and her breasts flattened against his chest. Even through his sturdy work shirt he could feel her nipples pressing into him like little pebbles. His cock, which had been semi-hard from the first moment he had spotted her sitting at the vanity, gave up all pretense of shyness and turned into a solid inflexible bar of throbbing flesh. Or tried to. The confines of his pants allowed little room for expansion and he had to stop himself from widening his legs and jiggling his hips in an attempt to adjust himself.

Luna must have felt his arousal as she pressed up against him for those few seconds. But she gave no indication she had noticed anything out of the ordinary as she stepped back and looked upward into his eyes. “How does that feel?” she asked with an arched eyebrow.

Big Mac’s erection was twisted painfully inside the fabric of his pants and he was fighting a desperate urge to reach down and adjust himself. On top of that his balls were starting to ache something fierce. It had been a long time since he’d sported a pair of blue balls but he was well on his way to a premium set now. His entire body felt flushed and he was having trouble with his breathing. He had a feeling however, that this was not the sort of feeling Luna was talking about.

Big Mac tried to get his mind out of his pants and into his head, without a lot of success. Luna had not moved all that far back from him and he was positive he could feel heat radiating off of her dark hide. Eventually, he felt a tingling sensation spreading from the top of his head down through his neck and shoulders and then through his entire body. He drew in a deep breath as the light in the room seemed to brighten and everything came into a clearer focus, including Luna’s eyes as they peered into his from only inches away. For a moment the urge to jump away like he had from the little caribou doe, was almost overpowering. But he fought it down and stayed right where he was.

Drawing another deep breath, Big Mac rolled his head from side to side, cracking his neck. He then did the same motion with his shoulders and felt the tension in his muscles flow away. He was left feeling more energized than he had in hours. “I think it’s working. I feel . . . different.”

“Well, that’s good. Any difference from before can only be an improvement,” Luna said, her tone more than a little insulting. “But, do you feel an overpowering urge to bed every female in the castle? Do you want to bend me over my dresser and plow my furrow?”

Lord yes! Big Mac thought internally, but said out loud, “No, ma’am. I’d never do that. I wouldn’t do my sister much good if’n you was to toss me in the dungeon.”

Luna let out an exasperated hiss. “Damn. Well, I had to try. Celestia is so into helping all you common ponies. The last thing I want to do is piss off my big sister again by not giving a damn. But, really. This is all such a waste of time. It’s not like your sister was ever in any real peril.”

Hope flushed through Big Mac’s system, more potent even than the magic Luna had just cast on him. “Really?”

“Well of course. She’s an earth pony; and a very sturdy one. A few hundred cocks are not going to cause her any lasting harm. After a year or two they’ll get bored with her and send her back to try and score some points against us. A couple of weeks, maybe a month or two, to recover and she’ll be back to plowing your fields with you.”

Big Mac felt like he was strangling. “What?” he gasped out.

Luna gave him a pitying look. “Don’t tell me you didn’t realize? Oh, this is so delightful. I can’t believe you are really this naive. You can’t trust them, boy. Right this moment your sister is likely laid over a table with a cock shoved down her throat and another one up her cunt or ass.”

“That’s a lie! You said. You and your sister, that she’d be safe for a month. That they wouldn’t touch her till after that. If I could get there and say “I want her to belong to the feller that came with me” whoever that ends up being. I’d be able to get her back. Unhurt.”

“They did say that. And I’m telling you they lie. But like I said, she’s an earth pony. Your sort are all about fertility. I remember the spring festivals back in the day. Hundreds of earth ponies screwing in the fields, preparing the land to take the seeds. Not caring in the dark if the cock belonged to a cousin, or an uncle, or even a father or brother.”

Luna cocked her head to a side and looked at Big Mac in apparent curiosity. “Do you still do that?” she asked as if questioning the weather. “You seem well endowed. If you’ve opened up your sister she’ll likely be having an easier time with with the bigger guards at the palace. How about it Big Mac? How many times have you fucked your sister? Have you tried that tight little ass of hers?”

As Luna delivered this punch line, she steeled herself and projected an image she had removed from Big Mac’s mind over a year before. She felt immense sorrow over doing it, he had been in so much pain because of it. But to Luna’s shame she also found herself aroused in anticipation of his potential reaction. This was not about her having been celibate for over a thousand years and badly in need of a good hard rut. This was about giving Mac what he needed to do what was needed. She ignored the warm wet heat between her legs and focused on doing what she had to do. Luna sent the trigger image into Mac’s brain. She used all she had learned about him back when she had removed it in the first place. She thrust her magic into the knot of repression that Mac had spent six years building and tore it to shreds as if it were made of spiderwebs.

A sudden flare of light blinded Mac, and he found himself looking at a scene from his most dreaded nightmare. One that had woken him up in a cold sweat hundreds of times over the last six years. Applejack bent over a bale of hay, Big Mac’s hand around the back of her neck as his other hand tugged her pants down off her ass. Between his legs his erection jutted out in anticipation of the treat to come. All around the brother and sister shadowy figures cheered him on.

It had been over a year since Big Mac had experienced this familiar nightmare. He thought he was finally rid of it. Now Luna had brought the ugly hateful disgusting thing back.

Big Mac hit her.

It wasn’t a conscious move. As if it had a will of its own his arm swung out and he delivered an open handed slap to the side of Luna’s face and muzzle that sent her sprawling across the floor.

But if the blow was unthinking, what followed was not. A cold rage filled Mac as any sympathy for a helpless mare or concern for anything past the next minute was locked down. He took two strides toward Luna as she struggled to her knees, her eyes blazing with rage.

“You bastard! I’ll have you impaled for that!” she screamed as her horn began to glow with dark energy.

Without hesitation Mac lashed out with his hand and wrapped it around the base of Luna’s horn. His thumb pressed hard against the thin shaft of Luna’s horn just above his fist. He flexed his wrist and Luna let out a shrill cry as her magic flickered and went out. She lifted her hands and wrapped them around Mac’s wrist. He ignored Luna’s efforts as he lifted her up till her knees left the floor. This left her off balance as she twisted back and forth; all the weight Mac was not supporting by her horn was on the front edge of her hooves.

“Try that again and I’ll snap it off.” Mac growled. “I’ve done it before.”

Luna stilled, fear in her eyes as tears rolled down her cheek from the pain radiating from the base of her horn.

“You have to know you can’t get away with this.” she said in a voice thick with distress.

“Maybe. But you as good as told me that nothing I do can save mah sister. Only thing I can do is teach you what it means to be helpless. How it feels to be at the mercy of a stallion who just doesn’t give a damn about anything ‘cept his cock.”

Mac dragged Luna across the floor, her hooves scrabbling for purchase on the slick marble surface. He forced her face down over the edge of her tall, oversized bed, her legs dangling over the edge as he used his free hand to rip her fancy nightgown off her body. For a moment he was still, contemplating the perfection of Luna’s round firm ass. Then his hand rose, and lashed downward, delivering a stinging slap to one firm dark ass cheek. The crack echoed off the walls and Luna let out a choked off cry of pain and distress.

When Mac lifted his hand for another swat, Luna’s wings swept down and covered her exposed and vulnerable bottom with a thick layer of cushioning feathers. Mac snarled and drove a knuckle into the middle of the thick muscles that powered Luna’s wings. They spasmed, paralyzed from the blow, and the tips of her wings fell away from her posterior, making it available for further chastisement.

The loud sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room as Mac’s hand rose and fell. It was soon joined by Luna’s muffled sobbing when the pain and humiliation proved stronger than any inclination she might have to not surrender this last bastion of control.

Mac’s hand was burning by the time he delivered his last swat. So he knew that Luna’s bottom must feel like it was on fire. But he was far from done. The uncaring princess needed a first hand taste of what she had so casually dismissed as unworthy of concern. Not loosening his grip on her horn, Mac fumbled with the front of his pants. With a sigh of relief he freed his painful erection from its cloth prison.

Mac was well endowed, even taking into consideration body proportions. Bigger by far than any other stallion he had ever seen at the swimming hole. He remembered the two mares he had talked into going out behind the barn as a young stud, on two separate occasions, had taken one look at what he sported between his legs and had both quickly suggested that they stick to just holding hands and maybe a little petting.

Mac also remembered how he had been forced to stifle the urge to drag them into the barn so he could confirm they could not in fact take him. He’d stopped that inclination almost before he had it. Back then the one thing he was sure of was that he was never going to be the sort of Stallion who did that sort of things. Well, times changed.

He felt no reservations; his anger was still cold and the idea that this was going to hurt Luna was more incentive than deterrent.

At some level the sobbing Luna must have sensed Mac’s intention because she tucked her tail between the cleft of her ass and clenched her thighs shut. Mac was not having that. He gripped her tail and used it as a handhold to haul her up onto her feet. Doing so exposed her sex and anus. He greatly enjoyed the view. But it made him even more impatient to begin. “Spread your legs,” he growled, twisting his captive’s horn.

Luna let out a gasping sob, and shuffled her hooves apart on the floor while her upper torso remained pressed against the fine silk sheets of her bed. She plead for mercy, “Please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t.”

“No. You’re not sorry at all. Not yet. But you will be.” Mac snarled as he released Luna’s tail to take hold of his thick shaft. The conquered mare left her tail arching high as Mac stepped between her legs and brought the tip of his cock to bear on the drooling gap between her engorged labia. Moisture flowed over the tip of his cock as he rubbed it up and down Luna’s slit.

In his inexperience Mac was not trying to lubricate himself or prepare Luna. He was just trying to find the opening that he knew had to be somewhere between her legs. His inexperience also meant he failed to attach any significance to the amount of lubrication he found waiting to grease the way for him.

When Luna let out a cry of distress and tried to pull herself away from him, Mac knew he had found the right place. He hauled back on the princess’ horn, using it as a handle even as he released his cock and once again grabbed her tail. A shriek of pain left Luna as he felt himself slip into her hot interior. Her flesh gripped the head of his cock like a vice and he could feel her internal muscles fighting his progress as they fluttered around the invading object. Mac let out a groan, and released his seed into the front of Luna’s sex. A huge load of sperm pumped into the unwilling mare, and bubbled back out around the joint where their two bodies merged.

The feel of Luna’s flesh convulsing in reaction to his orgasm was so much better than anything he had ever felt from his own hand that Mac didn’t want it to ever stop. So he didn’t.

Without even thinking about what he was doing Mac used his earth pony magic, the magic of nature and fertility, to boost his sexual stamina and refresh his flagging cock.

Hauling backward on Luna’s tail and horn, he thrust his cock back and forth, trying to force his thick girth all the way into her body even as it softened for a few seconds before regaining its full hardness.

Luna cried and begged the rutting stallion to stop. Mac ignored her. He also ignored or didn’t notice the way she thrust frantically back at him even as she pleaded that he was too long, too thick, too big, and to have mercy on her.

Lubricated by the spill of seed he had injected into her, Mac finally managed to force himself into Luna right up to the roots. The Alicorn whimpered under him as she spread her legs as far apart as possible to reduce the stress his girth was causing her. He didn’t allow her time to adjust. Drawing himself back a few inches, Mac thrust forward, jarring Luna’s body and causing his heavy balls to swing forward to slap against the bottom of her sex. He repeated the motion and then did it again. Each time he stroked in and out of the helpless Luna he drew a little further out and slammed in harder. Soon he was fucking Luna with long fast strokes using all of his considerable length and the power of his heavy thighs and ass to make sure she really felt it as he rammed into her to the roots.

Mac became lost in the feeling of his member slipping in and out of Luna’s tight interior. He didn’t know how much time passed before he felt the urgency to release growing once more. His steady workman-like thrusting turned even more brutal as he slammed into Luna, shoving her forward till she was flattened against the bed with him on top of her. A few seconds later he gave a bellow as he sank one last time all the way into her and his ass cheeks clenched as he unloaded another huge load. This time his seed went straight into Luna’s womb, in a quantity large enough that it actually swelled her flat belly slightly as his earth magic boosted his sperm production to unprecedented levels.

Mac lay panting on top of Luna’s nearly comatose form for a full minute before he lifted himself up from her and slowly drew his cock out of her distended sex. Large amounts of spunk followed his withdrawal, flowing down between her legs to soak the silk sheets under her. Mac stood over the well fucked mare looking down at her conquered form with grim satisfaction.

Luna was sprawled limply over the edge of the bed. Her legs were parted wantonly giving Mac a clear view of her wide open sex as his sperm oozed out of the overfilled vessel. His satisfaction faded as he remembered Luna’s words in regard to what Applejack was suffering. As wonderful as the past few minutes had been, it wasn’t enough. He was only one stallion. Applejack was suffering the attention of dozens of ponies and other creatures. Mac wished he could invite in his friend from the castle and his fellow guards, to really teach Luna what it meant to be helpless and at the mercy of males who had no mercy. But that was not possible. There was only him.

That would just have to be enough.

Mac leaned forward and dug his thumbs into the cleft of Luna’s ass, spreading her cheeks and revealing the brown ring of her anus smeared with their mutual discharge. “Yeah, that will do the trick.” He muttered. Mac once again gripped his shaft. Thanks to his magic being in overdrive mode, his cock had not softened in the slightest this time. A grim look of satisfaction and anticipation twisted Mac’s lips as he brought the large head of his prick to bear on that small starfish of muscle.

Luna murmured a soft protest as she felt him pressing between her ass cheeks, but when she felt the pressure against her rectum, her head jerked up and she twisted around calling out “No, please. You almost split me before. It can’t fit. Its not normal. Please, if you must continue. Use the proper hole.”

Mac looked her straight in the eye, not an ounce of pity in his gaze. “Is it normal for earth ponies?” He asked. “What did you ask before? Had I tried Applejack’s tight ass? I haven’t. But have to admit, you got me curious about what a mare feels like back there. Lets find out together.”

The head of Mac’s cock was coated with a thick layer of his and Luna’s mingled juices and her rectum was coated with overspill. None of that lubrication reduced the tightness of the opening Mac was trying to plumb however. The huge stallion settled himself on target and then shoved, hard.

Luna let out a scream that put to shame any of her earlier cries as Mac fell on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his body as his large hand reached out and clamped around her muzzle to silence further screams as the fat head of his cock punched through the small ring of muscle that guarded her anal entrance and plunged deep into her bowels.

Mac had thought Luna’s pussy was hot and tight. But it didn’t even begin to compare to her ass. The powerful anal muscles fought against every inch of penetration. But Mac was up to the task and after a great deal of groaning from Luna, he settled himself firmly against her bottom. His entire length was encased in her rear and it felt wonderful. Mac rested for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Luna’s flesh trying to expel him as he caught his breath. Having gained his second wind he began to pump in and out of the pinned mare. He used quick withdrawals and slow insertions, over and over. Luna twisted and squirmed under him, grinding her over stimulated sex into the tangled sheets under her body.

Mac was not knowledgeable enough to recognize Luna’s orgasms. He only knew that every so often the violated mare would clamp down on him extra tight, and he’d have to tighten his grip extra hard to keep her quiet and stop her from bucking him off. Luna wasn’t going to get off that easy. By the time he was done he was determined that she would know exactly the sort of thing Applejack was suffering. Even if it took him all day.

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A loud pounding on the door to her room woke Luna. For a moment her mind was lost in a fog of exhaustion. But then she shifted and a flair of pain from between her legs, and other parts of her body, but mostly from between her legs brought back fully the events of the morning.

Luna flushed at the memory of all that Big Mac had done to her. She had hoped to elicit such a response from him when she shattered the bindings he had placed on his own mind. For six years he had been living in fear of his own strength and virility, and his darker urges. She felt she could now safely say that was no longer the case. She’d done exactly what she had set out to do, and then some.

But by the stars, Luna thought. She had never expected him to be that virile. The Princess of the Night couldn’t remember how many loads of seed Mac had emptied into her body. She had lost count after the first four. In fact her memory of everything after that was more than a little blurry. She smacked her lips as the taste that filled her mouth told her that she’d taken at least one load after the four she remembered down her throat. How many might have come after that she had no idea. Despite how sore and battered her body felt Luna was almost purring in contentment. It had been far too long since she’d been rutted so thoroughly.

There was another session of pounding on her door, accompanied by the loud voice of one of the female guards yelling from the other side. “With all due respect, princess. If we don’t hear from you in the next minute we are going to break down the door.

Luna’s eyes flew wide in panic as she glanced down at her sex-smeared body. She imagined the reaction if her guards were to get a good look at her current condition. Bruises and sperm coated her body. Stallion spunk was flowing down her thighs from her clearly well used cunt and ass. Stopping them from chopping important bits off of Big Mac would require far too many explanations. “Not to mention that would be a waste of colossal proportions,” she said to herself, and then giggled in a way that would have shocked any pony but Celestia as she realized how literal that statement was.

Using a louder voice, Luna yelled out. “I am awake. Give me time to make myself presentable if you would, please.” She barely repressed a cough as her throat spasmed while she talked. Clearly Big Mac had strained it severely. She wished she could remember. Had he actually forced the whole thing in? She’d have to try for a do-over and see if it would, in fact, all fit. Later.

Luna slipped into a robe that concealed a lot more than the nightgown she’d worn when Mac had barged in on her, as in everything. It flowed down her body in a thick wave and pooled around her hooves. It also came with a big fluffy hood that covered her head and kept her face in the shadows she wrapped around herself for extra concealment. At the same time she was covering herself she floated the blankets up over the sleeping stallion who was sprawled over a good portion of her bed, only pausing for a moment as she did so to admire the view.

Big Mac had undressed fully at some point and was currently only wearing his hat. He was sprawled across the bed on his back, his legs slightly parted and his flaccid cock laying across one muscular thigh. For a moment she wished she had time to paint his picture as he lay like that. It would certainly keep her warm on those cold night vigils. She gave a sigh and finished covering his naked muscular, warm, so well defined, so large, body.

Only when all that was accomplished did she unlock the door.

“Princess?” the guard asked, sticking her head inside and checking carefully for hidden ninja pony assassins.

“Did you bring the doe Bother? And the supplies I requested when I retired this morning?”

“Yes princess. Are you alright princess? You sound a bit hoarse. Are you coming down with a cold?”

“Something went down my throat the wrong way,” Luna said. She was glad the guard could not see the cat-who-ate-the-canary look on her face due to the shadows she was creating under her hood.

A moment later the door opened wide and Bother the doe was pushed inside, along with a cart containing a pitcher of warm water and lots of assorted towels. Luna noticed that they still hadn’t managed to get her into any sort of clothing.

“Thank you. That will be all. I’ll be out to raise the moon on schedule in two hours.”

“It’s in an hour, princess,” the guard said, respectfully. “We’ve been trying to wake you for the last hour. Your sister said you were in no danger. But we were getting worried.”

“Damn! Very well. I’ll be ready in an hour.”

Luna locked the door behind the guard. Only then did she allow her robe to fall off her body, puddling around her hooves. Bother’s eyes widened as she took in Luna’s appearance. A look of envy and jealousy flickered in her eyes at how well the mare in front of her had been used. When Bother realized Luna was looking at her, looking at Luna, she lowered her eyes submissively.

“Does the slut wish this cunt to help her wash?” Bother asked politely.

Luna smiled at the small doe, having grown accustomed to the way the little creature talked. She might despise the males who had conditioned her into that state, but she bore no animus against the doe herself. “Please, no need to be formal. You can call me Luna. After all, we’re going to be sharing the same master. At least for the next forty five minutes,that is.”

A flair of hope blossomed in Bother’s eyes. “This cunt will be grateful to have a master. If only for such a short time.”

Luna smiled at Bother. “You misunderstand. It is I who will only have him as a master for a little while longer. He will be your master for the rest of your life. With any luck.”

Rather than looking happy about this, Bother’s expression turned tragic and she looked at Luna as if the mare had betrayed her. “You are making fun of this cunt. No master would want this cunt for more than the time it takes to relieve himself. This cunt is nothing but a bother.”

Luna did not argue. Instead she used her magic to sweep the blankets off of the sleeping Big Mac. Bother gave a little cough of surprise and appreciation as she took an involuntary step toward Mac. She tripped, and would have fallen on her face if Luna had not used her magic to catch the doe.

“This cunt is clumsy. This cunt is a bother. This cunt is sorry. This cunt will leave now.”

“You will not. You are going to clean our master,” Luna said. She soaked a washing cloth and handed it to Bother. When the doe hesitated for a moment, maybe remembering the way Big Mac had shied away from her earlier that morning, Luna gave her a little magic push.

The little doe crept toward the bed, directing several backward glances toward Luna, who waved her on. Only when Bother started to climb up on the large bed did Luna examine the small green object she had spotted at the location of Bother’s near fall.

A small strand of grain had grown up from a seam in the floor. It had not been there earlier, but was now nearly six inches in height. Or had been before Bother tripped over it.

The only possible source in the ruthlessly cleaned room for a seed to have germinated was from was the bun Luna had eaten the evening before. There was no way in Equestria it should have germinated. But here it was. Luna pulled the shoot of greenery free and deposited it on the cleaning cart. It looked like Big Mac really was blessed with a healthy dose of old style earth pony fertility magic. She wondered what the two of them could accomplish together if she actually used the old spells to focus his aura into the land. Turn Canterlot into an old growth forest? Not beyond the realm of possibilities.

Something to think about. But that was for another day. Luna only had a very short amount of time left with Mac. She wanted to enjoy it. Damping a cloth, the well fucked princess started to gingerly rub down her sex-smeared body. As she washed she turned to see how Bother was coming with cleaning Big Mac. Luna smiled indulgently when she saw the little caribou doe had discarded the wash cloth and was using her tongue and mouth to clean Mac’s soiled cock and balls. Mac stirred as Bother’s tongue swiped along his hardening shaft.

Luna considered as she finished her quick clean up and came to a decision. She’d gotten her fair share already. Bother and Mac needed to bond. Luna decided to be generous. She settled in a kneeling position and leaned back on her hooves, legs spread and her hands resting on her knees. A submissive pose that hid nothing from her master if he choose to look.

Bother let out a gagging noise, and Luna chided her. “There is no need to rush, little one. Your meal will not be running away this time. You don’t have to eat it all in one gulp.”

Author's Note

When I first wrote this it was in three very large chunks that I broke up to make smaller more reader friendly chapters. But I just realized that this means Applejack's part of the story has been shoved back a couple of week of posting. We don't rejoin her till chapter five, which is only a day at most after chapter one.

Next chapter Luna and Mac discuss their feelings. No, really.

In chapter four we get an inside look at some genuine Caridoon culture, and then in chapter five we finally get back to poor Applejack, finally, after we start off with Big Mac being all studly again.

Applejacked ch3: Big Mac Attack, part two

Warning:

Excessive character development ahead.

Again, thanks to Inazuma for pre-reading

Applejacked Ch: 3

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“Wow, Big Mac. This is the strangest Ice cream cone I’ve ever seen!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed as she wrapped her hands around the thick cone sticking out of Big Mac’s pants and gave the big ball of red ice cream on top of it a lick. “Ooh, tastes salty. And it’s warm, not cold. Where did you get it? Tell me. Tell me. I want to get some for all my friends.”

“Old family recipe.” Big Mac said. “It’s a special Apple family secret, perfect for warming up mares on cold winter nights.”

Pinkie licked up the thick creamy drop that oozed out of the top of the cone, and smacked her lips in appreciation of the taste. “And it melts from the inside out. That’ll be great for keeping your hands clean.”

“Well, only till it melts all the way through, then it can get messy. Careful now, I think, I think, I think, it’sssss jest about ready to--- Ahhhhhhh.”

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Big Mac jolted awake to the sound of someone gagging, a wet feeling in his lap, and the familiar throbbing feeling of release coming from his cock.

A vaguely familiar voice was speaking in a chiding tone saying, “There is no need to rush, little one. Your meal will not be running away this time. You don’t have to eat it all in one gulp.”

Sitting up quickly, Big Mac reacted from reflex and reached out to catch the small shape that had been perched on his chest, licking his cock. Bother the little slave doe, had been tossed forward by his sudden motion and had been heading for a nasty fall off the over-sized bed. Snatching her up, Big Mac pulled Bother back against his chest. Looking down at the small doe he saw that her mouth was drooling thick pearlescent slime that she was frantically gulping down while scooping even more of it off her small breasts and face while licking what she captured off of the palms of her hands. She had her eyes rolled up as far as they could go as she tilted her head back to look up at at the bottom of Big Mac face. There was a panicked expression on her face that made him want to hug her in reassurance.

“This cunt is sorry, master. This cunt did not mean to waste master’s precious seed. Please punish this cunt so she will learn her lesson and do better next time,” the little doe babbled, her voice somewhat garbled as she tried to both gulp down all the sperm that she had failed to swallow while at the same time pleading for another chance to do better.

“That’s alright.” Big Mac said using his reassuring but slightly exasperated, tone of voice out of habit.

The little bitty doe sounded so much like Apple Bloom after one of her overly enthusiastic disasters.

Mac derailed that thought the instant he became aware he’d made the comparison. The little doe might not be a lot bigger than Apple Bloom, but that was where the resemblance ended. He was not going to put the sperm-smeared doe and his baby sister in the same mental file. E...nope, not going to happen.

Dealing with the doe had given Big Mac’s sleep befuddled mind time to reboot to the point that he remembered what he’d been doing before falling asleep, and to remember who the voice he’d heard as he woke up belonged to.

Mac’s stomach threatened to drop out of his belly as he remembered what he’d done.

He’d raped princess Luna! More than once. A lot more than once. Despite the gut punch that memory caused him, he noticed he didn’t really feel the way he figured he should be feeling. He knew he should be ashamed of himself. No matter what the provocation, no stallion had the right to do what he had done. But somehow the feeling of total shame he should be feeling just didn’t come. Instead, he felt lighter in his mind than he had in years.

Big Mac was well aware this should not be the case, but even when he tried to drum up some regret at what he had done to the princess all that happened was he remembered the awful things she’d said and he ended up thinking he hadn’t done half as much to her as she deserved.

Big Mac reached up and found he was still wearing his hat. His fingers found the enchanted feather Luna had given him and ran his fingers over the silky object. Little tingles ran down his digits from the contact. Taking into consideration how he felt, It looked like the spell had worked after all. That was good. But it didn’t remove the fact that he had brutally violated Princess Celestia’s little sister. Even if he didn’t feel bad for doing it there was no way that was going to turn out well. Shame of a nature that the feather could not soothe filled him as he realized he’d maybe thrown away Applejack’s one chance at salvation.

Slowly, Big Mac turned his head toward the point where the voice had come from, expecting to see a furious princess Luna, likely flanked by a pair of guards armed with red-hot gelding tongs. What he saw was the last thing he expected. Princess Luna, kneeling on the ground, her firm bottom settled onto her hooves while her hands rested palm up on her spread apart knees.

The Princess of the Night, half-ruler of Equestria, was totally nude and her current posture left nothing concealed. Big Mac gave her body a long lingering examination, feeling rather self-satisfied as he took in the evidence of his activities. The bruising on her thighs and breasts, the bite marks around her large nipples, the prominent hickeys on her shoulders and neck.

Pride fought with Mac’s common sense. Those were his marks. The irrefutable evidence that he had totally claimed this mare and made her his own. The soft melting look in her eyes when he at last finished inspecting Luna’s body and looked her in the face only confirmed how totally he had claimed her.

Still, even if Big Mac felt a certain smug satisfaction at what he had done and how well he’d done it, it didn’t explain Luna’s behavior. He was not so ego driven as to think one good fuck session with what was after all a virgin stallion could convert Luna into a sex-mad slut. Which sort of left him with the question. Had she been one all along?

“So, I’m noticing I’m not in the dungeon?” he finally said after enjoying the view for a little while.

“Why ever would you be in the dungeon, master? Your performance was more than adequate. Much, much more,” Luna said, lowering her eyes submissively. “This slut can’t remember the last time she was so well disciplined.”

A thoughtful look came over Big Mac’s face and just to check he pinched the forearm he had wrapped around the little doe hard. “Ouch! Okay, not a dream. Not meaning to be rude and risk sounding ungrateful that I still have mah balls, princess, but what in the hay is going on? Why ain’t you screaming the palace down and calling the guards to come cart me off?”

“I’m just savoring my freedom for a few more minutes before I have to don the chains of responsibility, master.”

“Come again?”

Luna smirked and said, “I wish I had time, master. But I have to leave soon.”

“I was talking about you savoring your freedom, slut.” Mac snapped at her. The final word popping out without any premeditation on his part. He had thought of the way Bother talked and it just seemed the right thing to say in this situation. Even though Big Mac had never in his life called a mare a slut, at least not to her face, and not even in the privacy of his own mind for the last six years.

Rather than being insulted, Luna’s eyes lit up, right before she bowed her head in contrition. “This cunt is sorry, Master. She suffers from inappropriate humor at times.”

“Which don’t answer my question at all,” Mac growled to cover how uncomfortable it made him to have the princess acting like this. He didn’t understand what was going on here and was starting to get annoyed. He was sure that Luna was taunting him. Was she just waiting for him to relax before she called in the guards with the red-hot tongs?

“This cunt is sorry, master,” Luna said, bowing forward in apology till her muzzle kissed the floor, lifting her rear and arching her tail high as she did so. “This one merely meant that there is freedom in being a slave. One has no responsibilities. Those are her master’s burden. A slut has only to obey, not make decisions, some of which could cause harm to ponies. Some of which could threaten to destroy a peaceful land and plunge the world into eternal night. She has no need to worry about anything but what her master wishes. It is… freeing. There are times when the chains that come with having to be the one in charge weigh far heavier than any chain a master might put on one. It is a sort of freedom to remove that weight from time to time.”

Thinking of all the nights he had stayed up till the light of dawn when Applejack was away on one of her adventures, working on the bills for the farm and trying to figure out how they were going to pay for everything, Big Mac could sort of vaguely understand Luna’s point. It had been such a relief to hand all of that back over to his sister when she returned. Letting Applejack worry that the bills got paid and fields got plowed and the trees harvested while he was simply content to act like the hired help. Yes, he could see the attraction. He felt sudden guilt over how often he had shirked his fair share of the responsibilities for the farm and left it all on Applejack’s shoulders. Then and there he vowed that if he got her back that was one thing he would never do again. It wasn’t right for a stallion to shirk his duty. No matter how onerous he might find that duty to be.

Luna interrupted Big Mac’s inner thoughts.. “Master, there are some things this slut needs to say to you. Before she must take up her responsibilities and is no longer your property and thus has regained the freedom to lie to you.”

Big Mac did not fail to notice her claim that she was currently his property and soon would not be. He found he was a bit sad about that. But what else could he expect? He was just a farm pony of no consequence while she was a true princess. Even if she was more than passing strange. He covered his feelings by saying in a gruff voice, “I’m thinking I need to hear this, even if I might not like what you got to say.”

Luna straightened back up, assuming her submissive waiting for orders pose again. “As master may or may not know, part of this slut’s area of responsibility is the dream realm.”

Big Mac furrowed his brow, “I think Apple Bloom may have mentioned Scootaloo saying something about that. I thought Scootaloo had just dreamed the whole thing.” He cracked a wry smile as he realized what he’d said, but the good humor suddenly drained from his face and he gave Luna a look that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.

“Please be careful, master. The little slut sleeping in your arms has not, to my knowledge, slept since she was abandoned by her former master. And who knows for how long before that.”

Big Mac paused and looked down at the doe he was cradling on his lap. She was indeed asleep. Bother’s face was pressed against his chest, her nose producing a snot bubble that expanded and contracted with her breathing and which he was pretty sure was not in fact made of snot. Big Mac’s sense of violation faded slightly, but did not go away totally. This was clearly indicated by the way his eyes chilled after he lifted them from Bother and looked back at Luna.

Luna arched her back, thrusting her breasts in Mac’s direction as her breath quickened. “Tomorrow morning, if master wishes, he can chastise this cunt for her presumption. This slut does beg to point out that it is her duty to investigate large disturbances in the dream realm. And that this slut never reveals to any other pony what she sees in those dreams.

"This slut will confess that from time to time she has asked the guard to investigate this pony or that one, without giving details. The results from this has led to the arrest of two serial killers and four foal molesters.”

The chill in Big Mac’s eyes retreated, and his eyes actually warmed when he heard she’d taken some foal molesters off the street. Luna felt relieved. This was going to be hard enough without Big Mac feeling she had violated his very mind. She gave a sigh and waited for the red stallion to digest what she had said.

Big Mac understood objectively that Luna might not have meant to intrude on something so private and personal, and revealing. But that still left the fact of the nature of ‘his’ dreams. Even if he accepted that Luna had not been at fault for seeing them. She had still seen something he never would have shared with anypony, for any reason. That option was now off the table. Given that Luna had brought it up, he knew he was not going to be able to avoid talking about it. He looked down at the sleeping Bother and was glad she at least would not have to hear that she was sleeping in the arms of a monster. He raised his eyes and looked at Luna, who looked back with no judgement in her expression. He wished he could trust that expression, but he’d learned that Luna was a master at hiding her real feelings this morning.

“So, which one did you see?” Mac asked in a bleak voice. “The one where I just stood and watched, or the one where I chased them off and raped her myself?”

“This slut saw both, master, and other things as well. This slut knows it will not make master feel better, but his dreams dark as they might seem, are not at all unusual. Dreams are not actions, nor an indication of true desire, though they may sometimes reflect them. What I did see, however, led me to read the report Celestia’s agents had compiled on you.”

“Princess Celestia had me investigated?” Big Mac asked in an appalled tone.

“She had everypony who interacts with the Bearers investigated. All their families and close friends. Anypony who might reasonably be expected to have an influence on them.” Luna settled herself back more comfortably on her heels, which caused her heavy breasts to sway enticingly. But for once Big Mac was more interested in what she had to say than how she looked while she said it.

“According to the report, when you were fourteen you went to work part-time at Filthy Rich’s shipping depot. While there, you began to associate with your co-workers. Six stallions who had long arrest records for petty violations and a reputation for brawling. Two of them were suspected of participating in a sexual assault several years prior but no proof was found. When you were eighteen there was a falling out in the group. No reason was given. But you were cited for excessive force and placed on probation for two years, remanded to the custody of your grandmother.

“The list is really quite impressive. You broke the unicorn’s horn. Broke both wings on two Pegasi, and six legs on three earth ponies. Those were the major injuries, there was also two broken jaws, more than a few missing teeth, feather plucking . . . well, like I said master, the list is impressive.

“Not impressive enough. Should have killed that bastard, Blackjack.”

“Well, given you shattered his horn when you broke it, he might have preferred that, master.”

Big Mac grunted an acknowledgment of her point, a cold smile twitching the corner of his mouth upward. It was not a happy expression.

“As I said, there was no reason given for the fight. But from what I learned in your dreams I think it very likely you caught them in the act of raping or trying to rape, Applejack.”

“Trying,” Big Mac said flatly.

Once she was sure he wasn’t going to say anything else, Luna continued, “Knowing that, it is easy to guess that the guards knew about Applejack’s involvement. And that is why you were let off so lightly. But, there was something in your dream that was not explained in the report. Would you tell me about the unicorn? Why do you hate him so badly? More so than all the rest put together?”

Rage clouded Big Mac’s face as he growled out, “He was the boss, the head of the work gang. He took me under his arm when I arrived. Taught me how to get along, how to fight, took me fishing a few times. I looked up to him, respected him. I wanted to be a stallion like him.

“On the day it happened, Blackjack came and found me where I was loading a heavy-haul cart. He told me they’d found a sweet little filly wondering around the warehouse all by herself. Told me this was my chance to get my first taste of some grade ‘A’ pussy.”

A look of self-loathing crossed Mac’s face and he lifted his fingers to brush against the feather in his cap before resuming. “I should have known he was talking about rape. But my cock was so hard thinking about getting to sink it into a tight cunt for the first time, ah couldn’t think about anything else. Truth was, I didn’t want to think there might be some reason why I shouldn’t do what he suggested.”

“And when you got to the warehouse...”

“Well, like you said, no mystery there. They had some filly bent over a crate. Rumble had pulled her trousers down and Roadrage had yanked her tail up so I could see her cunt between her legs. I had just turned eighteen, all I could focus on was that pretty little ass and that nice clean pussy, just begging me to give it a test ride. Nothing else. Blackjack told me to step right up, they’d let me have first shot. I was unbuttoning my pants when I heard the filly crying that, she wern’t no slut. She’s only come to bring her brother his lunch.”

“And that’s when you realized it was your sister and attacked them, master.” Luna finished.

Mac paused. It was so tempting to let it slide with that. But this secret had been burning a hole in his guts for so long and causing the nightmares that had drawn Luna to his dreams, that it would be a relief to tell somepony, no matter what the consequences. Besides, he was pretty sure she already knew.

“Not quite,” he said, turning his gaze away. For the first time since waking up he was not able to meet her eyes directly. “My balls were aching so bad, I wanted it so bad, for just a second I thought. her head’s hidden on the other side of that crate. She can’t see me. She wouldn’t know it was me.

“That’s when I broke Blackjack’s horn. Just reached out and tried to pull it out of his skull. Snapped like a rotten twig when I used it as a handle to hit Rumble with him.”

Big Mac heaved a sigh. His accent thickened as he finished his story. “The guards, they all thought ah lost my temper because I caught them trying to rape Applejack. They didn’t know ah lost it because for just a second ah’d thought about raping my own little sister. I didn’t hurt them for threatening Applejack. Or, not just for that. Ah pounded on them because they’d rubbed mah nose in what ah’d become during the four years ah worked with them. The sort of pony who thought more about his cock than his sister. To this day I still get the shakes thinking about what would have happened if it hadn’t been Applejack in the barn.”

“I could say that you would have stopped yourself no matter who it had been, master. But that would be sugar-coating it. The eighteen year old you was a monster waiting to be born. You were standing on the cliff edge, and only the blind luck that it was your sister instead of some other filly blew you back from that plunge. You will always have to live with that knowledge.”

“You think ah, don’t know that? Ah may only be an ignorant farm boy, but ah ain’t that stupid,” Big Mac snapped at her. His face twisted in self loathing.

“But monsters are not in and of themselves evil, master. Having the capacity to do something is not the same as doing it. You came close. There is no denying it. But you did step back. Maybe it was only because the filly was Applejack. But that is not important. What is important, whatever the reason for it is that you turned away from that path of your own free will. Society sometimes needs monsters. But only if they have the ability to control themselves. If only to guard us against other monsters who can’t.”

Luna’s expression shifted to one of repressed anger as she continued, “In many ways Equestria is a land of sheep. Fat and complacent under the watchful eye of their shepherdess, my sister. That is fine, as long as there are no wolves. But sooner or later the wolves will find the sheep. And a land of sheep will fare poorly when facing wolves if they don’t have a few of their own mixed in with the flock.

“And if those wolves eat a few of the sheep the price is worth it?” Big Mac asked in a scathing sarcastic tone.

“He won’t. Not if the wolf is wearing a collar. A wolf with a collar is just another word for dog, after all,” Luna returned, no sign of the submissive slave girl in her fiery gaze.

“No, a wolf with a collar is a wolf who’s trying to bite the pony stupid enough to have put it on him,” Big Mac snapped.

“Not if the wolf put it on himself, of his own free will,” Luna snapped right back. Luna paused and seemed to realize she was getting far too argumentative for a slave girl. She took a deep breath and continued in a much more calm tone. “That is what makes you the very best type of monster, master. It doesn’t matter why you didn’t take that last step. Only what you did afterwards. No pony knew how close you came that day to stepping over the edge. Your secret was safe. There were other fillies who were not your sister after that. But you never even thought of violating them, did you? You decided to put on your collar and leash that day master, and you’ve never taken it off. Just like my sister.”

“Princess Celestia? She ain’t no monster!” Big Mac protested.

“Oh, you have no idea, master. You have not seen her soaked to the withers in blood as she waded through the guts of a dragon that had devoured an entire village. Or seen her bury an invading army in the ground and then compact it so the blood seeps up through the thick clay and draws a cloud of flies that linger for weeks, along with the stench of death.

Equestria’s origin was not the fairy tale they tell children. My sister and I paid a heavy price to create it. The collar my sister wears is made up of regrets and a desire to never again have to do the things she did in her youth. She has bound herself so tightly with fear of the monster inside her that she finds it almost impossible to act for terror it will break loose once again.

“Once she would have stormed the border of Caridoon because Duneyrr dared to kidnap one of her subjects and she would have counted the death of thousands, including your sister, as a small price to pay to convince all of Equestria’s enemies that they never, ever, wanted to attract her attention.

“She long ago sealed away that part of herself. Just as you did to your monster six years ago. What she has forgotten, and you have never known, is that the thing about collars is they can be taken off and sometimes that is what you have to do. That sometimes you need that unfettered monster, master.”

“So y’all are saying it’s a good thing I’m a sick twisted fuck who gets turned on by the idea of raping his own sister. Excuse me if I find it a bit hard to believe there’s a lot of call for that sort of pony,” Big Mac deadpanned.

“That is a symptom master, it is not what you are,” countered Luna.

“And what type of monster am I, slut?” Bic Mac demanded harshly.

“You are one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful, earth pony stallion alive today master. Just as your sister is one of the two most powerful female earth ponies in Equestria,” Luna answered.

Big Mac seemed taken aback by this bald-faced statement. “That can’t be true. Ah don’t have magic and neither does my sister. Even if we did. How would you know?” Big Mac asked.

“Don’t get fooled by the popular belief, master. Earth Ponies have magic just as potent in its own way as that of any pegasus or Unicorn,” Luna said with total assurance.

“As to how I could tell? Well, one good example is your home. Your farm was carved out of the Everfree forest by your family over a hundred years ago. Using the power and muscle of numerous strong ponies to drive back the Everfree. The forest has been trying to reclaim the land ever since. The Zap apples are a symptom of this, as are the Timber Wolves. Less obvious are the shoots and runners from the plants that try to encroach on your fields. The ones you drive back without even thinking about it. I estimate a dozen average earth ponies would not be able maintain your acreage under that sort of pressure. You and your sister do it all on your own.”

Big Mac did not look convinced, but let the topic drop to return to the main gist of the discussion. “I still ain’t seeing what this has to do with me being a monster. Unless you’re saying me being a powerful strong earth pony makes me a monster, like Twilight’s magic makes her a monster of a unicorn?”

“No, what makes you a monster is that you were able to use violence without hesitation when you needed to do it. There are very, very, few pony who can fight so viciously without months of training to break down their natural resistance to using such violence. The royal guards spent a great deal of time and effort in developing a training method that would in the end result in a pony who could, when needed, strike to cause serious harm. Yet at all other times be perfectly normal. You have the same talent without needing any training at all. And to modern ponies that makes you a monster.”

“Lots of ponies are good at fighting.” Big Mac protested.

“No! In fact they are not master,” Luna said firmly. “They are good at tussling, like puppies over a bone. There are very few who are truly good at fighting for real. Not even the trained guards. It takes a certain mind set to fight the way you did six years ago. And it takes a very strong mind to seal that talent away. Unfortunately along with your talent for violence, you sealed away your ability to feel confident and sure of yourself with mares. You feared what you might do to them so much that you were not willing to do anything with them.”

“Sounds like a good thing to me.” Mac said.

“No it isn’t, master,” Luna said vehemently. She leaned forward so her breasts dangled free of her chest and swayed, drawing Big Mac’s eyes against his will. “Sex is natural and wonderful, master. You are depriving yourself of a part of what it means to be a pony. Worse, you sealed away the part of you that you will most need when you go to save your sister. You have got to be sexually confident, master. They will not respect you if you are not. That was what I had to unlock.

“In Caridoon your ability to fuck a mare with total confidence is far more important than your ability to punch a pony in the face. You can not defeat the males in Caridoon with the muscles in your shoulders and back. But that impressive muscle between your legs will help you gain their respect and that is what it is going to take to ultimately win Applejack’s freedom.”

Suddenly the events of the morning took on a whole new light in Mac’s mind. “You knew that was going to happen. You knew I’d rape you if you pushed my buttons hard enough while working that spell on me,” Mac said accusingly.”

“Understand master, if I had not unlocked that violent part of you and the sexuality that was locked away with it, you would have had zero chance of saving your sister.” Luna paused for a moment, and then gave him a small smile. “Well, I might have had an ulterior motive as well, master.” Luna said in a sultry voice, leaning back slightly and spreading her legs further apart, causing her labia to part and reveal the interior pinkness of her flesh. A trickle of Mac’s sperm oozed out of her and dribbled down the furrow of her sex.

Mac found himself breathing harder as his cock swelled to life under the small doe in his arms, causing her to murmur in her sleep and shift so the cleft of her ass could accommodate his thickness. “You ain’t right. You know that? It ain’t natural for any mare to enjoy what I did to you this morning.”

Luna chuckled, “You have a lot to learn, master. Though it is true, my preferences tend to be a bit more extreme than other mares. But then, I am more durable and heal quicker.”

“How did you get like that? Is it part of your magic? Like you say my magic makes me a degenerate rapist?”

“I don’t think I ever called you a degenerate, master. But no master, it was not a side effect of my magic. We don’t have time for the long version this evening, master. Maybe on another day I’ll give you the full tale. For now I’ll keep it short, if not sweet.”

Luna’s face darkened, and the happy lethargy of a well-serviced mare faded as her smile vanished. “Twelve hundred years ago I fell into the power of the then King of Caridoon. I didn’t know at the time he was only one of many tribal leaders.

“I was flying idly, high above the atmosphere where no pegasus, or gryphon, could disturb my solitude.

“I did not want to be in Equestria while my sister celebrated the rites of spring with a few dozen handsome virile stallions. Over a couple of weeks, mind you. Not all at once.” Luna gave Mac a small smile. “I might have exaggerated the details a bit, but the spring festival back then really did involve a lot of furrow plowing in the fields that had nothing to do with dirt.”

“While on my solitary flight, I discovered Caridoon, and decided to visit. I was welcomed with open arms, and stiff dicks, and later on a feast was thrown in my honor. I did not know my fate was to become the evening’s entertainment. They slipped a powerful drug into my food that affected my mind and magic, leaving me helpless to resist the king, who had powerful magic of his own.

I was his captive for three months. At first, dire as my situation was, there was a part of me that was reluctant to let loose my full power on him and his even after I threw off the effects of his drug. It had been so long since any male had lain with me without fear. And at first, though humiliating there was a sense of freedom in my situation. As I told you master, a slave often wears chains far lighter than those that weigh down a ruler. I discovered a part of me that reveled in being owned and used. But the king was not satisfied with my partial capitulation. Maybe he sensed I was not truly broken. Or maybe he was just a sadist who was more interested in debasing my body than enjoying it. Whatever the case he pushed my limits further than anything or anypony, had ever done,” Luna said, her face twisting in remembered distress.

“First he broke my body and not content with that, he broke my mind. That was his undoing. He had not understood fully what he was dealing with, I think. Or maybe his ego had convinced himself he was powerful enough to truly tame me. Whatever the reason it proved his undoing. With my mind gone I became a feral creature of raw uncontrolled magic. An avatar of destruction. I killed him. I drowned him in his own palace’s cesspit. After that I fled into the night sky where I slowly regained my senses. But I never fully healed from what he had done to me, not then. I came home and managed to conceal the wound I had taken from my sister, or more accurately, since in those days we did not live in each others pocket, I simply avoided her.

“What I could not avoid was the constant hunger to be controlled, to have a master who would use me as he willed. I craved the sort of abuse the king had inflicted on me. Not the later cruelty and torture, but the earlier parts that consisted mostly of violent rough rutting. Never before in my life had I been nothing but a set of sockets for a male to use for his own pleasure. He had made me crave those feelings with all my soul. I loathed him for it and loathed myself for wanting to repeat the experience.”

Mac’s face had turned green. “And ah did that to you. I should be gelded!” Mac shouted.

“Oh, don’t be so quick to judge yourself, master. Your lovemaking was gentle and romantic compared to what he inflicted in the later stages of my captivity. You were just enthusiastic in you affection. Besides, the story has a happy ending, eventually.

“I know that the story of my battle with my sister, The War of the Two Pony Sisters, is well known now. Though apparently it had faded into myth before my return.

“The story is sugar coated. The tale of how I sought to bring endless night to Equestria is a metaphor. The truth is that I recruited a Caribou warlord and had every intention of using his forces to subjugate Equestria in the same manner I had been subjugated by the Unicorn king.

“The warlord’s tribe lived in the far north near Caridoon. I had gone to Caridoon seeking allies, and a master. But try as I might, I could not again find that lost land. So I sought elsewhere and found the caribou warlord who was just as eager as the inhabitants of Caridoon to participate in the sacking of Equestria.”

My army faced off against my sister’s army, while we two faced each other in the sky above our conventional forces. For the first time we fought each other with true intent. My sister had seen the forces I had mustered and knew what would happen to her little ponies if she was not victorious. For their sake she had to fight her own sister to the death if need be.

“My sister was older, larger, and at that time far more sane than I. In my insanity I did not care for anything but my hatred and rage. Celestia shielded her army from my energy and took grave harm in return. But she could not save my forces. My energy destroyed them to a stag. After that it was only a matter of time before my sister was able to banish me to the moon.”

“Still waiting for the happy ending part,” Mac said, his complexion still green.

“You already know part of it. I escaped from the moon. Made a pathetic attempt at playing the conquering queen and got stomped by your sister and her friends, who purified my soul with the Elements of Harmony,” Luna concluded.

“I’m thinking that did not take all that well...slut.” Mac said, though the last was said more to point out the problem as he saw it than as a real comment on her behavior.

Luna shook her head, “You are making the common mistake of thinking that my particular preferences are indicative of a corrupt soul. You feel the same way about your own urges. As if your desires make you evil by default. That is not the case.

“Before I was banished you would have been right. They were indeed the product of a broken mind. But when Twilight and the others purified me my mind was healed. The addictive need and self-loathing that had destroyed me before was cleaned away. I was able to look at what had happened to me without the baggage of centuries of hatred, both for the males who had done it to me and myself for wanting it. Do you know what I discovered, master?”

“Git on with it. Not really in the mood for guessing games,” Mac growled, as he adjusted Bother in his lap to ease the pressure caused by her small bottom against his now rock hard shaft.

Luna made a production of pouting, but after a quick look at the way the sun was slanting through the window finished her explanation without further side comments. “What I discovered was that sex was fun. It made me feel good. And if it made my partner feel good as well there was nothing wrong with any variety of it,” Luna said with a small smile. The distant look in her eyes showing she was lost in memories. What memories were revealed with her next words.

“You needed what I gave you last night, master. You were feeling helpless and frustrated and for a little while I eased those feelings. At the same time we both had some of the most wonderful sex I’ve ever experienced. You were very good, master. I refuse to call what we did wrong, or evil.”

To his amazement, “Big Mac found himself actually blushing at her compliment. “It wasn’t me. It was the spell you cast on me.” He reached up and brushed his finger along the feather in his hat.

Luna nodded, her expression turning serious. “You are right, master. I did work a spell, but not the one you think. In fact, I cast two. The first, the one you felt was a spell to refresh you. All it did was wash away the weariness of a long day, made worse by your frantic worry over your sister’s situation. I did not remove your empathy or ability feel compassion. How can you think I had when you are able to hold Bother as you are doing?”

Mac looked down at the doe who was tucked up under his arms and against his chest. His face was a bit flushed from the feeling of Bother shifting herself back and forth on his shaft, which was pinned between her tight bottom and his muscular thigh, but for a moment he ignored that and simply took in her face, relaxed, composed, totally happy and content.

Seeing the soft melting look on Big Mac’s face, like a child looking at a cute little kitten, made Luna truly wish she could renounce her royal duty and spend the rest of her life or at least this night, as Big Mac’s slave. But she knew that was a foolish dream. To [i[play the slave was freedom incarnate for her, to be the slave in reality would destroy her in the long run.

Big Mac at last lifted his gaze from Bother and looked at Luna, a question in his eyes.

“You’re wondering what the other spell I used was?”

“Eyup.”

“It was a spell that erased, for want of a better term, the scar tissue on your mind caused by the traumatic events of six years ago. My sister would disapprove. She believes such injuries should be healed naturally, over time. But we did not have time. So I used what I learned while walking you dreams, took what I learned when the Elements of Harmony purged me, and deleted the barriers you had placed between your conscious mind and your natural inclinations. But be warned, master. There is a good reason my sister disapproves of this sort of healing. You must be aware that the restrictions you have relied on are no longer there. Before there was no danger of you acting out any of your darker urges. If you are not careful and allow yourself to let emotion other than love and friendship guide you, there is no telling what you might do.”

Big Mac gave her a nod, “Eyup. I’ll keep that in mind. Along with the fact that tomorrow morning you're going to get an ass paddling that will have you sleeping on your belly for a week for messing with my mind like that without telling me first,” he added.

Luna gave a little shiver of delight. “I’ll look forward to that...master.” She looked up at the window. “But for now, Big Mac, I must be a princess again. You may stay here. I will send word if any news comes to us about Applejack.”

After Luna left, Big Mac sprawled out on the bed, Bother tucked up under his arm like a favorite rag doll. He was sure he would not be able to sleep. But after a few minutes in the dark his breathing slowed at his exhaustion caught up with him and soon he slipped into a deep slumber as his breathing synchronized with that of Bother.

Bother, the doe formally known as ”you stupid cunt”, woke pressed against a broad flat, very warm, surface that rose and fell under her cheek with a steady cadence. For a few seconds panic filled her. She’d fallen asleep in her master’s bed again. He had told her that the next time she did that he’d lash her tits and ass till she couldn’t bear the touch of his silk sheets. No matter which side she slept on.

Only when Bother noticed that the muscular chest her cheek was pressed against was larger, redder, and rougher, than her old master’s silky smooth white chest, did her heartbeat slow down from the speed of a hummingbird’s wing. This was not her most recent master this was her newest master.

Of course, Bother had still fallen asleep in her new master’s arms. She had no idea how this stallion would react. He was a very different from any other master she had ever had. It wasn’t that he was a pony. All the pony masters who had visited her former master in his suite of rooms here had taken great pleasure in being as mean as possible to her. Which was, of course, their right as masters. They had loved spanking and switching her. Even when she had done nothing wrong. That really hadn’t been all that bad. They usually gave her a good hard fucking afterwards. It was the giggling when they lashed or swatted her bottom that had been weird and scared her a little.

Bother stayed very still, so as to not disturb her new big master. She considered what she knew of her current situation. The other slut, the one her new master had used before Bother had come, had said the new master was going to be Bother’s master for the rest of her life. Bother couldn’t believe that was true. No master kept a slut for that long. She had to confess though that it might be nice to be owned by a master for more than an hour or two. Her last master, the one who had left her here, had owned her longer than any other master, two whole weeks. He had loaned her to over a dozen pony masters during that time. But he had been her owner of record for the entire period. He had not transferred her collar even once to another master.

The small doe’s eyes went wide and her hand lifted to her collar. Her old master hadn’t taken off his collar and given it to her new master. She was still her old master’s property!

Bother felt a strange emotion. Dislike. She didn’t like her old master. She didn’t want to belong to him. A feeling of horror filled her. She was a bad cunt. How dare she dislike her master! But even realizing that, she could not stop the feeling, or the feeling that she didn’t want to leave her new master. Another forbidden thing. Your master was the one who owned your collar. You obeyed him, and gave proper respect to any other master you encountered. You didn’t dislike your master. You most certainly didn’t wish you belonged to a different one.

Bother’s heart sped up again. If they found out, she’d be beaten, maybe even given to her master’s war dogs as a chew toy and fuck-pet.

No! She had to do something. She had to convince the master whose bed she was in to purchase her from her real master. Bother’s face fell. It was hopeless. She was such a clumsy cunt that she hadn’t even been able to properly swallow this master’s seed. The head of his cock had been so big that she hadn’t been able to get her mouth all the way around it. What master would want a slave who couldn’t properly service him? No master. That was who. A depressed Bother concluded.

She wished she was big and fat like the dark-pony slut who had serviced her master so well. If she had a big ass like that slut she’d be able to accommodate him easily.

Bother stifled that thought. Just because it was not easy was no reason for a cunt not to do her duty and become a good slut. Those other pony masters had seemed very pleased with how tight she had felt wrapped around their cocks. But, they had been much smaller than her current master. If only she could fit this master’s cock into her worthless cunt. Maybe if she could do that he would like how tight she was too? Maybe he’d even prefer her to the big, fat, dark slut?

Bother drew herself away from her master, being careful to not awaken him. That at least she had a lot of practice doing. Sitting up on her master’s big bed, she examined his masculinity where it draped limply over his thick muscular thigh. It didn’t look too bad. It was not as big as her real master’s. Even as she thought that Bother chided herself. Of course he was smaller, he wasn’t even hard yet.

Darting a look at her hoped to be master’s sleeping face first to make sure he was still slumbering, Bother dipped her head and began to softly and gently lick his delicious cock. A small moan of pleasure escaped her. He even tasted better than her old master. He tasted of apples and sunlight. As she continued to lick his hardening cock she slipped a hand between his legs and caressed his balls. A thrill went through her as she did. They were so big, no wonder he had flooded her mouth with so much seed when she had failed to swallow him earlier.

The thick shaft of the master’s member swelled even bigger under her tongue and rolled across his thigh bit as it began to enlarge. Encouraged, Bother increased her efforts and was soon rewarded with a fully erect cock. Unfortunately, that was the easy part. The temptation to make another attempt at sucking him off was strong, but that would do nothing to convince the master to keep her. She had to prove she could be genuinely used by him. This would also demonstrate how much tighter she was than the fat, oversized, slut.

It wasn’t that Bother had anything against the slut with the fat plot. She had liked the other slut. But it was every slut for herself when it came to good masters.

Bother could barely get both hands around the master’s thick shaft, and the thought of taking it up her worthless cunt was daunting, but she just kept telling herself that she could do it. Bother began to finger her cunt. She was already wet in anticipation, but she needed to be more than that if she was going to pull this off. Ruthlessly she shoved three fingers into her sex while using her other hand to rub her erect clit. Heat filled her loins as she focused her eyes on her target, visualizing what she was going to do with it. Her breathing became shallow and rapid as her well trained body reached orgasm in less than a minute, flooding juices into the palm of her hand.

Bother used her own juices to lubricate her master’s cock and soon had it glistening with a mixture of her juices, spit, and his own pre-cum. The next part was tricky. Bother had to straddle the master’s broad hips so she could lower herself down on him. She wobbled in place, he was so wide and the bed so soft, that she lost her balance and was moments away from falling over when her legs just below the knees were gripped by a pair of large strong hands.

“Ahm thinking that’s not going to fit, little darling.”

As Big Mac stared up at Bother hovering over him, he wondered what it was with Pinkie Pie. This time she’d been bouncing around in his dream with a pole up her ass yelling out. “Wheee, look at me! I’m a carousel pony.”

Bother spoke and drew his attention away from the strange dream. “Please Master. This cunt has to prove she is a good slut and can service you.”

“Y’all don’t have to do that,” Mac said, even as he found himself wondered how tight the little bit of a thing would feel wrapped around his dick.

Tears started to trickle down Bother’s cheeks. “Has this master found a way to send this worthless cunt back to her master.” She swiped at her face with the back of her hand. “Do not mind this stupid cunt’s tears. They are tears of happiness. I, I, I am happy to go back to my master.”

“You ain’t never going back to that bastard. You belong to me now,” Mac growled, a sudden flare of possessiveness flooding through him. His mind sputtered for a minute, and he realized he meant what he had said. She belonged to him! And he liked that idea. He liked it a whole lot.

“But, this cunt still wears her master’s collar. His name and address is spelled onto it.”

Mac opened his mouth to bellow that he didn’t give a flying fuck, she was his, and paused; his eyes going wide. “His address?” Mac reached out and looped a finger through the large ring that dangled from the bottom of the collar and yanked, pulling Bother down against him as he dragged her close enough take a good look at the black leather. Sure enough, very faintly, there was some sort of writing embossed on the collar. “Well now, how about that. We got us an address,” Big Mac said, his voice rumbling up out of the bottom of his chest and vibrating Bother’s lower body where it was plastered against Mac’s belly. “I’d say that calls for a celebration. Y’all still up for seeing if I can fit?”

Bother gave a happy gasp, as if he’d offered her an ice cream cone instead of suggesting he try to shove ten pounds of meat into her five pound sausage casing. “Oh, yes master. This cunt wants more than anything to be used by master and become his slut.”

Mac frowned. “Okay, that right there. That’s got to be stopping. I don’t want you calling yourself a cunt or a slut no more.”

Bother’s eyes welled up with tears again. “This one understands. This one is just a bother. This one understands why a master like master would have no interest in a slave who is just a bother.”

Mac growled and twisted around on the bed, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and pulling Bother over top of his lap. He gave her a swat on the bottom. Nothing like what he had given Luna several hours before, but hard enough that the slap echoed back off the marble walls of the bedroom.

“Y’all for sure are a bother, Bother. I ain’t going to deny it. But Y’all listen really close. Everypony is a bother sometimes. Some, more times than others. I promise you this. If I think you’re a bother, I’m going to let you know. If I don’t, you ain’t. Do Y’all understand?” Mac punctuated his question with another smack to the doe’s backside. Old Mac would have been disgusted with the way spanking the helpless little critter was making him hot, but new Mac just went with it.

“This one---”

*Smack.* “Say I! Y’all are a person, not a quantity. Now, say, I understand, Big Mac.”

Bother hanging over Big Mac’s lap, her bottom stinging from his heavy hand was so happy she could barely get the words out through her closed in throat. “I. Understand. Master Mac”

Mac felt a little thrill go through him at being called Master Mac. But he felt he needed to be consistent in his instructions, so once again his hand rose and fell. *Smack*, “Big Mac, not master. Though, if mah sister were here she’d likely be saying for you to call me “You fucking bastard” for the way ahm treating you.”

“Will there be fucking, mast, I mean, Big Mac?” Bother asked in an anticipatory tone.

“I’m thinking, yes, to that, Bother.” Big Mac pulled the small doe up and perched her on his lap, her back to him and the shaft of his cock pressed into the crack of her ass. He wrapped his hands around her waist, the tips of his fingers almost touching. Holding her tight against his body he picked the small doe up till the side of her face pressed against his and their breath mingled. His cock slipped free from between their bodies and jutted out under Bother’s sex.

“Put me in, Bother.” Mac hissed into the doe’s pointed ear, a ball of tension in his belly.

“Yes, Master Mac.” Bother panted, her entire body vibrating in excitement as she reached down between her legs and grasped her master’s masculinity.

Big Mac was nearly blowing steam out of his nose, he felt so hot. So he ignored the fact Bother was already disobeying his orders. And, he had to admit being called Master Mac was growing on him. Maybe later, when his balls were aching so much, he’d have a talk with Bother about when and where it was alright to use that name.

Bother caught hold of Mac’s cock just below the head and aimed it between her legs, using her fingers to spread herself. “This one. This I. I. I am ready, Master Mac.”

“I’m don’t think so, Bother. But, maybe if we take it slow, y’all will get there.”

Big Mac slowly lowered Bother, feeling the weight in his hands decrease even at the pressure on the top of his cock increased. Just as it started to feel like the doe’s entire weight was resting on his dick, he felt her flesh part around him and the head of his cock pressed up into her core. They both let out little gasps at the sudden sensation. Mac’s in pure pleasure, Bother’s a mix of anticipation realized, and pleasurable distress.

Even focused on how wonderful Bother’s tight vessel felt, Big Mac did not miss the tension in Bother’s body or the way she was panting. He shifted his grip so she was pressed against his chest, slipping one hand around so it cupped her belly. “We’ll just take it a might slow here, let us get used to this,” he groaned in her pointed ear.

“Bother… I. Can. Take you, Master Big Mac,” Bother said in between quick sharp breaths.

“Ain’t you, I’m worried about, little darling,” Mac lied. “Y’all are squeezing me so tight I’m afraid the tip of my dick is about to pop right off. Just bear with me for a little bit.”

“Yes, Master Mac… You may take as long as you wish. This cunt… I will wait for you.”

Mac smiled into the back of Bother’s head, before leaning forward and nibbling on one of her long pointed ears, clamping his teeth enough to be felt, but not break the skin. He needed the distraction to keep him from trying to push the little doe downward. She felt so wonderful stretched around him he could hardly wait to see what it felt like when he bottomed out inside her.

Without realizing what he was doing Mac let some of his earth pony magic seep into Bother’s body from where his hand rested on her belly. Just as he often did to relieve internal stress in an apple tree. Intentional or not, it allowed Bother’s internal parts to adjust to Big Mac’s very large cock much easier than she might otherwise have done so.

After a minute or two, Bother asked tentatively? “Master Mac, are you ready for more?”

“I reckon I am,” Big Mac said, he pulled the small doe upward slightly causing an inch or so of his cock to slip out of Bother’s tight channel and then let her slide back down. They both gave hisses of pleasure as another two inches of Mac’s shaft slipped into the doe.

It went like that for the next ten minutes, until to Mac’s huge surprise and Bother’s, the small deer came to rest on Mac’s lap, every single inch of his cock contained inside her. With his hand on her belly Mac could feel how Bother’s stomach had deformed slightly to accommodate him. There was a wide shallow lump that extended from just above her pelvis to somewhere north of her belly button.

The long drawn out penetration had been excruciating, in a pleasurable way, for Big Mac. If not for the frequent long pauses while Bother adjusted to his size there was no way he would have managed half the long slide without losing his control and dumping his seed into her. There was a part of him that wanted to take Bother by the waist and pump her up and down like some sort of living sex toy till he spilled, but there was bigger part of him that was content to just sit here with her head resting in the crook of his chin and the feel of her warm body pressed against and around him.

Bother had never felt so full, so forced open. Rutt or Tuke back home could have filled her like this, and then some, but they had not dared try. The two moose brother’s were beyond huge and the only way Brother had ever dared service them was by rubbing her oiled body against their cocks while licking the tips. The aftermath often left her covered head to toe in semen which was a real pain to clean up.

Master Big Mac on the other hand had turned out to be the perfect size. He filled her to her ultimate capacity, but not over it. Every breath she took caused her to be aware of just how much of her master was inside her. It was painful, but also wonderful. She had never felt so owned. She would sit here forever if she could. Just her, her master, and her master’s cock, nothing else. She leaned back against her master’s warm body, and laced her fingers with his where they rested on her stuffed belly. Yes, this was the feeling of true happiness.

The feeling of Mac pulsing in Bother’s sex, and her inner muscles twitching around his cock, soon brought both parties off. Mac grunted as he felt his cum being forced up through his constricted shaft and Bother whimpered in pleasure/stress as she felt her womb flooded to the bursting point with her master’s cum. A visible bulge formed at the top of the ridge Mac’s cock formed in her belly.

When he was sure the last possible drop had been wrung from his cock, Mac allowed himself to lay back down on the bed, Bother cradled against his chest, and his still semi-hard cock lodged, or more like, locked, inside her tight little vessel. Bother’s legs were spread as wide as she could get them, her ankles resting on the bed on either side of Mac’s body as she trembled and shuddered through several aftershock orgasms. A blissful smile of complete fulfillment covered her face and her hands rested on her belly, feeling the evidence of her master’s presence inside her. Even though it could not put a baby in her, it was still a wonderful thing to be so full of his spunk.

Big Mac felt Bother slip into sleep, but despite his body being sated, his mind was still active. He understood now that what Luna had said about Applejack being raped by dozens of males was all part of her goading him. But he was deadly afraid she might have been speaking the truth for all of that.

Not about Applejack being able to endure the treatment easily, but about it happening in the first place. He should have asked the princess if she thought Applejack really was being raped while he lay here in this nice soft bed with a cute little slave girl in his arms. He’d been a coward, he admitted to himself. There was nothing he could do for his sister until Princess Celestia and Princess Luna figured out how to get him to her and he wanted to believe she would be safe until then.

At least now he was ready to fit into that awful place. Big Mac tried to imagine what a country would be like where all the females were slaves like Bother. Such a vile place shouldn’t exist. He hoped the princesses planned on bringing it down. With that thought in his mind he slipped into sleep cradling Bother in his arms.

Author's Note

part of this story arc features revelations that both Big Mac, and Applejack, have some pretty kinky fantasies about each other.

Nothing will come of that in this story.

However, this is your chance to vote on where that tension goes.

Do they dance around the issue and nothing ever happens except that they release the tension with other partners.

Something happens, one time only as they work it out of their system.

Or the two of them get into a serious role-playing BDSM scenario where every now and then Big Mac ambushes his sister when she's getting a bit too stressed by daily life and needs a break, and some real hardcore dicking ensues.

Applejacked ch4: Meanwhile in Caridoon part one

Author's Note

Thanks as always to Inazuma for pre-reading

Fair warning. This is a world building chapter.

Only OC characters are in it.

Most of the material is set up for future events that are yet to come.

It contains a lot of information about Caridoon, and more importantly Caridoon’s ‘curse’ Some of this could have an effect on how you view Applejack’s reactions in her chapters, but you could skip it and not really miss anything in regard to the principal story arc.

Applejacked ch4: Meanwhile in Caridoon part one

Applejacked, ch4: Meanwhile in Caridoon, part one.

The Land of Caridoon is home to just about every race that exists in the outside world. Proof that even the most benign of races on occasion can produce enough bad seeds to attract the attention of the nasty bad people sensing magic in the valley.

But there was only one race that had been so irredeemably evil that every single member had been removed from the outside world and as a result it no longer existed anywhere else.

That was the Ursine. A race of xenophobic bear people who raped, murdered and plundered indiscriminately. Until they made the mistake of wiping out all the worshipers of the Goddess of Fluffy Bunnies. Incensed at the loss of her worshipers, but still a fluffy bunny at heart, the goddess used all her power to convert the natural geological wonder that was Caridoon valley into an inescapable prison. As a consequence every ursine alive was trapped in the valley away from all other races.

That all happened fifty thousand years ago.

A lot can happen in that length of time. Especially when the magic of the valley provided the bloodthirsty beasts something else to occupy their time besides casual rape and murder. In this case, in keeping with the Goddess of Fluffy Bunnies particular sphere of influence, this meant lots and lots of sex.

The Goddess of Fluffy Bunnies had not really understood evil, but figured that it was nothing lots of frequent sex couldn’t cure. Therefore she had created conditions to make sure that constant sex would happen.

All the edible vegetation in the valley and even the pollen in the air, contained a component that permanently altered any sentient being who ingested it and hijacked their sex drive; shoving it into overdrive, and from there into turbo-charged mode. Only by copulating with a female similarly infected could a male’s overwhelming need to ejaculate be temporarily, stifled.

And only by taking in fluids from a male could a female’s descent into overwhelming heat over the course of two or three weeks be held back.

In short it turned the entire population into horny teenagers, figuratively speaking. Only in this case they didn’t just think they’d die or go insane if they didn’t get laid, it could actually happen.

The goddess blamed the evil ursine for forcing her to take such drastic measures.

It wasn’t that the ursine were reluctant to engage in constant sex. It was just that like most intelligent creatures they objected to being forced to do something. Even if that something was an activity they thoroughly enjoyed.

The fact that there were still Ursine in the valley, even though their numbers were small, was an indication that at least some of them had gotten with the program.

The fact that the ill-thought out concept had not exterminated them due to overpopulation and conflict between competing males for the attention of fewer and fewer females was more a tribute to the ursine’s unique biology than from any forethought on the part of the goddess, who had passed on after using all her magic to craft her prison.

For all their mammalian qualities, the bear like Ursine were not actually mammals. Males outnumbered females a hundred to one, and females laid eggs rather than giving live birth. Being in constant sexual overdrive did little to alter that demographic, or result in more births than would have happened otherwise.

In fact, the results were actually less eggs as the females were locked into the procreative stage of their cycle rather than the conception stage.

Ursine females also tended to be much larger than the males, and more vicious. They were the ones who selected their partners. Once this meant a female’s partners of choice were the most vicious males who could present her with the tastiest of morsels to win her approval. In the valley the females became much more interested in those males who could best scratch their constant itch.

As a result, through genetic selection, male ursine became very good at pleasuring their females.

Even so, the Ursine population waned as fewer and fewer females found respite from the constant sex long enough to move into the egg-laying stage of their cycle. And soon for all intents and purposes they vanished from the general population of the valley.

There was speculation among the other races in the valley that they had moved up into the mountains where few other races dared to go. There they lived in secret temples practicing forbidden magics and powerful fighting arts. Some even whispered that they knew of a secret exit from the valley and built their mystic temples on top of them in order to keep the other races trapped.

Whatever the case might be. The end results was the same. It was rare indeed to see an Ursine in the valley. But not unheard of.

One such individual Ursine, who went by the name of Domi. Was currently a temporary resident of the little town of Stagville which was hard up against the southern mountain flanks and about as far from any major population centers as it was possible to get in the valley.

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Domi gave a thunderous sneeze, barely staving off the worst of it by pinching his nose between forefinger and thumb to catch the bulk of the snot in his heavy claws. He examined the load for a moment before flicking it away into the mud of the street. “Looks like someone is talking behind my back,” he said in a cheerful tone.

His unhygienic action brought a disgusted snort from the tall handsome wood-stag standing next to him on the town’s only sidewalk. Which, given that Domi had done it on purpose to get a reaction like that from the superficial little toe-rag, brought a pleased smile to the mature ursine’s face.

The only way there could have been more of a contrast between Domi and Blue Thunder, the stag in question, was if one of them had been born female. Blue Fart, or BF, as Domi called him in the privacy of his own mind, (and had ever since BF had a bad reaction to some camp food,) was tall, even for his tall race, with broad shoulders and a handsome face that often caused distracted does and other females to walk into walls. Or to spontaneously trip and fall over a nearby fucking stand.

It wasn’t just his face and form that was of high quality. His clothing was of the finest grade, the cost evident in every stitch. The rings on his fingers and the hoof shields on his hooves were likewise of the most expense manufacture.

The young noble’s eyes were steely, and piercing from a distance. If you got close enough to really look you soon noticed a lack of any sign in them that the idiot had ever had an original thought in his life.

BF did sport a magnificent rack. Domi had to give him that. Tall and spreading, it was the envy of every stag in town.

Frankly, Domi suspected extensions.

Domi on the other hand would never be considered handsome. The bulky ursine was a head shorter than his noble charge and nearly three times as heavy. His general body shape was more boulder than tree. His fur was shaggy, unkempt, and thick around his groin, hiding his manhood when it was resting in its sheath.

Domi didn’t bother wearing anything but the harness necessary to hold his gear and weapons in place. His eyes gave the appearance that he was half asleep, verging on falling into a spontaneous nap, until you noticed that his droopy eyes never stopped moving and examining everything around him.

A prominent gut counterbalanced Domi’s massive shoulders along with the heavy pack on his back which contained all his worldly goods and into which was shoved the handle of a lethal looking double-bladed ax.

Many thought the ax was for use against whatever Domi might encounter in the wilds. In reality he carried it to counteract what he considered a far more dangerous foe. City folk. Domi was constantly suspicious of any being who hadn’t spent at least half his life in the jungles and forests of Caridoon. He was not about to leave his pack where just any male could walk off with it. Females he didn’t mind. He’d like to meet the female who could lift his pack. He liked them sturdy.

His current suspicious behavior might have been considered a bit over the top seeing as how Stagville’s population topped out at around two hundred souls, about half of what it had been built for. That was still far too crowded for Domi’s taste. He got antsy if he had to share more than ten square miles with another male. Which was one reason he was in a bit of a mood. If not for BF he’d have been out in the woods hunting and camping, with only a slave girl for company. Instead he had been forced to come into town purely due to BF’s stupidity and arrogance.

The young idiot had decided to go on an adventure. He intended to travel the length and breadth of the land, meet new and strange people, and fuck their females. The young fool was so confident in his prowess and personality, that he hadn’t even petitioned his father to bring along a slave, sure that nature would provide all the pussy he could handle

That belief hadn’t lasted long.

The fool should have realized how stupid he was being. Like every single male in Caridoon not ejaculating every twelve or less hours was simply not an option.

After nearly a week where BF’s only solace had been his own right hand and the occasional slave girl who was traveling with an accommodating master the by now desperate young male had consented to stop at this little backwater and acquire a traveling companion/slave of their own.

Domi was happy about that, even though the chance of finding a suitable slave girl was next to zero. There simply were not that many girls who could handle all Domi had to offer. He’d been forced to get used to only being able to soak at best two thirds of his dick. It would be really nice to find a girl who could accommodate all he had. But unless there happened to be a female moose in town, or one of the mythical earth ponies, that was not likely to happen.

Domi maintained his sour expression for a full ten seconds, before his basic nature couldn’t be restrained any longer and he laughed at himself. He knew very well why he’d let the boy’s old man talk him into this little caretaker job, besides the fact he was an old friend. It let him do what he loved most in the world, and get paid for doing it.

The ursine loved wandering around Caridoon. He’d been doing it for thirty years and he still on occasion stumbled across an old lost city, or rarer, a lost race, he hadn’t known existed till then.

Not that finding lost cities was all that special. In Caridoon lost cities were not exactly rare. They outnumbered the known ones ten to one at least. Mostly they were lost because no one was looking for them.

The reason for this was two fold. The first was that Caridoon had been continuously inhabited for over fifty thousand years. Enough time for more than a few civilizations to rise and fall. The second was that Caridoon’s curse had not been as friendly to those earlier people as it had to the ursine. Without the current system they had self-destructed through over-breeding and wars with other local tribes as they tried to capture females to use as slaves to take the pressure off of their own females.

That was all in the past now. The current system had kept things stable and healthy for thousands of years. But the earlier chaos had littered the valley with interesting things if a male was inclined to go looking, and Domi certainly was.

The problem was that Domi’s cock usually kept him on a short leash. A personal slave girl was way beyond what he could afford with his normal lack of funds. He was tougher than most, but even he had to make sure he was always within a few hours of available pussy. The forest might supply most of the necessities of life if you knew where to look, but that was one thing you couldn’t just pick off a tree.

With BF’s father footing the bill it was looking like that restraint would soon be lifted. With a bought and paid for slave girl he’d be able to spend weeks, or even months just wandering with no fear of coming down with a bad case of the ball cramps.

Of course, with BF hoofing the bill they’d likely end up with some petite cutie who could only manage to take just the first four of six inches of Domi’s cock up her cunt. Not desirable, but good enough to keep him healthy and sane. And that was the important thing.

Besides, as part of his adventure BF had come up with the idea of cataloging every tribe in the valley and rating their females for quality and talent. Who knew. Maybe they’d find a tribe whose females were tailor made for someone of his length and girth.

Some of the lost tribes were tiny with only a few members. Easy enough to remain hidden from the rest of the population. Though all of them were of course larger than the unicorn tribe, which last Domi had heard was down to just two males.

Domi’s face screwed up in distaste at the thought of the unicorns. It served the bastards right. What did they expect when they made it a practice to dock the horns of every female that returned to them after her public service? It was no wonder so many of their girls had elected to stay with their other specie master. They might not ever have children, but at least they would not be mutilated and have their magic stolen.

The unicorns had tried chopping off the girl’s horns just before turning them over to their new owners to get around the problem of no returns. But the other tribes had decided that counted as trying to pass off spoiled goods. Though the real outrage was over mutilating a perfectly healthy female. Plus, a unicorn with her horn intact was a far more valuable commodity than one without, and traumatized from the loss to boot.

The unicorn race had almost died out then and there before they agreed that they would leave all their females intact until after they had performed their public service. It only delayed the inevitable however. As far as Domi knew there had not been a female unicorn in the valley for over five hundred years. Only earth pony mares were more rare. Why the last two males were still around was a mystery, but Domi agreed with the general consensus in the valley that the air would be a lot cleaner and smell better once those two kicked the bucket.

Domi looked up at the sky and judged that they didn't’ have a lot of daylight left. The bar had rooms on top of it, the closest the small town came to having an inn. BF was welcome to the no-doubt flea-infested civilized bed. As for Domi, he’d be spending his time in a nice snug bedroll under a spreading pine outside of town.

Domi stretched his arms out, revealing a reach that rivaled that of the taller prince. He worked his shoulder and neck, getting the kinks out. While doing this he gave the street a quick scan.
It was late in the day and there was not too much going on so the task was quick and easy.

He needed to milk his balls if he was going to get through the night without suffering discomfort. There would be several girls in the bar, ready to take care of any male in need. But Domi always liked, when he could find it, semi-private pussy. One which hadn’t already milked a couple of dozen males that day.

The most obvious source for this were the nearby pegasus pony and her gryphon friend who were bent over a pair of side by side fucking stands. Their bellies and upper torso were supported by the padded top of the bench and they were secured to the front edge by the rings attached to their black collars.

The two females were chatting away a mile a minute with the two males plowing them from behind, another set of pegasus and gryphon. Their cocks were shuttling in and out of the girl’s with the enthusiasm of youth. The slap, slap, slap, of muscular thighs slapping against firm asses was clearly audible even this far away. This caused the girl’s speech to be rather staccato, but they didn’t let that slow down their chatter, beyond an occasional grunt or moan as the boys hit a particular sweet spot. A pretty good indication that this was not their first time being ridden by this particular pair of males.

The boys were likely their boyfriends from back home, come to pay them a visit, or just friends, come to see how they were doing. Of course the pony was screwing the hen, and the gryphon the mare. Same species sex was forbidden until they finished their public service service. Even sex of the non-procreative variety. So the two boys could not switch partners and nail the two girl’s tight little asses, or sample the oral pleasure they might offer.

Mind you, knowing the culture that the two tribes had created between them it might actually be their boyfriends who were frantically working up a huge load to drop into their respective partner’s wombs. Such marriages were far from uncommon. It allowed the married pair to restrict themselves to just each other with no worries about an unplanned pregnancy. Something that was sure to happen if a wife who was fertile with her mate tried to take care of all his needs on her own.

Many males like the arrangement, so Domi had been told, because it played into the common male fantasy of having their very own private slave for their exclusive use.

Children were not a problem. There were plenty of surrogate males willing to step in, if and when, the couple decided they wanted offspring.

As Domi watched the foursome, the pegasus mare reached across with her wing and tickled the male pony who was pumping his long cock in and out of her friend’s vent, disturbing his rhythm and almost making him fall out of the hen, who at that moment was gasping and panting and clearly on the verge of an orgasm. An orgasm that was spoiled by his screwed up stroke. She let him know in no uncertain terms she was not at all happy with this.

The pegasus stallion scowled and reached across to spank the filly hard across the flank in retaliation. This earning a giggle from both the girls as the gryphon hen figured out what had gone wrong. She returned her friend’s prank by using her wing to tickle the male gryphon under the chin. Causing him to jolt backward. Unlike the pegasus he did lose his place. His cock popped free of the mare’s quim just as he came. A shining fountain of sperm sprayed over the mare’s back and ass. This caused the other three friends to roar with laughter and tease the chagrined gryphon for his lack of control.

Domi smiled indulgently. He always liked to see friends fucking. Made a nice change from the more common, Git her done, attitude of so many males. He’d always hoped he’d someday find a slave he could share such a comradeship with. But the passing of the years made it more and more unlikely he’d ever find a slave like that.

Domi considered the foursome. It was a bit strange to see four of the winged folk down here in the dirt. Likely the only reason the two girls were doing their public service here in Stagville was because they wanted to see something besides the floor or ceiling of their cloud home over the next ten years, and maybe because they had a yen to sample a larger variety of males than they would if they stayed home. The system did encourage both genders to sow their wild oats in as many fields as possible before they settled down to happy married life.

It was a bit frustrating, though. He had been hoping to make use of one of those girls himself before tucking in for the night. Getting to screw one of the winged folks was a rare treat for a ground bound beast like him. That wasn’t likely to happen now. The two boys were going to monopolize the two girls for the rest of the evening if he was any judge. He could have, as was his right, asked to cut in between sessions while the boys recharged in their girlfriends’ mouths. But the romantic buried deep under his scarred hide protested butting into the gathering of four friends uninvited.

Still it was nice to see young love in action.

Domi sighed and looked away from the rutting lovers. None of this romantic mush was getting his balls drained. He scanned the street again, looking to see if there were any other black collars in sight. Without any luck. Most likely they were all inside the bar, taking care of the majority of the town males. No doubt BF would be balls deep inside one in the next few minutes, if he wasn’t already.

Domi resumed looking for potential ball drainers when he stopped his scan and blinked his eyes in disbelief as he spotted what had to be an earth pony. He didn’t think there were any of them left in Caridoon. They’d all gone extinct due to their having been no male earth ponies in their tribe when they had first arrived.

Maybe this one had been born to a pegasus couple? Pony genetics tended to be strange. A pegasus or unicorn mare would sometimes give birth to a foal that belonged to one of the other two pony races. While rare, it was known to happen. If this mare’s parents were pegasi, he felt sorry for her. She’d lack the ability to live in the clouds with her parents.

It was likely why she was here in this backwater town. Her parents would have wanted to keep her well away from the unicorns who lived in the largest city in Caridoon. She’d be prime breeding stock for them. They’d have moved heaven and earth to get hold of her. Last he had heard the bounty for an Earth pony was enough to set a male up for life, or to buy himself two or three quality black collars. Nothing compared to what the bounty on a unicorn mare was. But only a total scumbag would sell one of those to the unicorns. Not when the first thing they’d do to her was chop off her horn.

It did make him wonder about the ponies and their place in Caridoon.

It was one of the quirks of the culture that the three pony races were considered separate species and could be kept as black collars by each other even though they could theoretically interbreed. Or at least the unicorns kept insisting that was the case. Despite the fact that as far as Domi knew no unicorn had ever knocked up a pegasus mare on the rare occasion they’d gotten their hands on one. Not that it really mattered these days. It was not something that was likely to be tested. There were no Unicorn mares anymore and as this girl’s presence demonstrated, no pegasus parent would in a million years let his daughter near a unicorn.

The reddish pony with the brown and green striped mane was very attractive, and had a very nice set of breasts despite looking like she was just barely old enough to be wearing her collar. But the brilliant red that screamed untouchable, underaged, or not willing to take up the black collar, was impossible to miss and she wasn’t wearing one. But to his disappointment she was wearing a grey collar. Meaning she was running an errand for the manager of her hostel, or some other senior town official and was not to be delayed or interfered with.

Too bad, she looked like she’d be nice and tight, and if the legends were true, very stretchy. Earth Ponies were suppose to have a capacity all out of proportion to their size. Seeing such an exotic female in such an unlikely spot caused his cock to shift under his fur. It didn’t fully inflate. It took more than the sight of a nice looking female to do that to Domi these days. At least if it hadn’t been more than twelve hours since he’d last emptied his balls. In that case a good looking knothole was enough to make him hard.

That was just as well. It was proving hard enough to find a relief slave without scaring any potential ladies away by giving them a good look at his full endowment.

Ursine females tended to be much larger than the males and were the far more dangerous members of the tribe. Back in the days when they had first arrived in the valley poorly endowed males had not lived to pass on their defective genes. The result was that very few females, who were not twice Domi’s size, could handle what he sported between his legs without a great deal of strain that often prevented them from taking full enjoyment from the coupling. While there had been a few females over the years who had deserved a little discomfort, in general Domi was not interested in causing his partners distress. The result was that he very seldom got to use more than two thirds of what he had been gifted with by genetics.

Such a pity the earth mare wasn’t available. He would have liked to check if that particular myth were true. Reluctantly he turned away from the nice looking mare and scanned the street for other possibilities.

The only other females in sight all wore gold collars, which indicated that the female in question had done their ten years of community service and were now totally independent and could select their own partners, or choose to live celibate, though few did. Besides the difference in color the gold collars also lacked the restraint rings of any of the other collars, including the grey and red where the rings were mostly symbolic. Their only purpose, like the red collar, was to announce that this female was untouchable. Though in this case you could ask and she likely be in favor of some touching, and more. But likely not with an old run down Ursine. Not when they had their pick of the finest males in the village.

What Domi didn’t spot, and was not surprised by, was a female without a collar at all. Any female without a collar, and thus classified, was considered fair game for any male who came across her.

Almost without exception a girl without a collar was a gold collar out looking for a new master, but having no interest in making that decision for themselves. Some girls just could not handle freedom and independence after ten years of having next to no control over their bodies and what was done to it.

Far more rare was a girl running away from home because she did not like the service, or owner, her guardian had selected for her. She’d rather take her chances that the first male to find her without a collar would be better than the alternative. Not very smart. Which was why it really only happened in bad romance novels where the girl without fail finds her true love just waiting to snap a collar around her neck. Or at least the male who would become her true love after he’d spent a few weeks bringing out her true inner slut. Or if they were really sophisticated, the evil bastard her true love would save her from.

In real life any male who found a young girl without a collar would, if he were at all smart, take her to the nearest authority to make sure she was actually old enough to wear a black collar.

There was a large public fund set up to pay a substantial bounty to any male who turned in an under-aged girl. It was a win, win for the male. If she wasn’t under aged, he got a free slave. If she was, he got enough money to buy himself a slave of his very own.

A red collar who really was under-aged, but looked mature, and managed to sneak out of home without her collar would be given a good thrashing. Followed by a very stern lecture on why little girls who were not ready for a black collar should not be in such a hurry to grow up. Their time would come.

Obviously under-aged females were not required to wear any collars. Any male who tried to put a black collar on a clearly underaged female would be lucky if he only lost his balls.

Domi was contemplating if it was worth the trouble to try and sweet talk a gold collar into helping a poor old male in distress when he felt eyes behind him. He looked over his shoulder and spotted the earth pony he had seen before just as she darted out of sight around a corner. A moment later she peeked out from behind it. Her eyes focused on BF. Of course she’d only have eyes for Blue Thunder. Not for the first time Domi wondered, What sort of idiot picks a name like Blue Thunder on their naming day?

The reddish earth pony with the green and brown mane caught him looking, and ducked out of sight. That made him curious. Females who tried to avoid attention always drew his eyes. It was likely a holdover from living so long in the woods where what you didn’t see was more likely to kill you then what you did. Domi ghosted back into the shadows behind him, and set out to investigate this curiosity.

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The young earth pony, Signe ducked out of sight and cursed to herself as she ducked out of sight. The fat old ursine had seen her looking at the prince. He must have eyes in the back of over-sized fat head.

What was she going to do? The tall stag just had to be a prince, he was so handsome, and his rack. Every girl in the hostel knew that the size of the rack indicated the size in the pants. Her cunt was soaking in anticipation just from looking at his display. This was where her talent could really come to the fore. Signe had discovered early in her service that she could handle cocks her fellow slaves had difficulty with, if not easily, at least eventually, if the male tried hard enough. Signe didn’t mind the stress that accompanied having her insides rearranged by a particularly large cock. The reward in the end made the initial discomfort more than worth it. There was just something so wonderful about being so well filled and stretched. A really well endowed male might appreciate a slave with a talent like that.

She directed a scornful thought toward the fat Ursine. That one likely had a little bitty cock. You couldn’t even see a sign of it and he wasn’t even wearing pants. You’d think he’d cover up just to keep from being a public joke.

Signe felt positively daring at thinking such a bad thing about a male. Slaves were suppose to treat all males equally and in need of the service she was obligated to supply during her term of public service. It was hardly their fault if some masters were not as gifted in the looks, or size department as some of their fellow males.

That was the theory, but Signe didn’t know a single slave who didn’t have a story about a master who just did not have what it took to float her boat.

Constant safe sex was a major fringe benefit of being a slave. It was just about their only short term compensation for becoming public property for ten years. Knowing that once you had served your duty you would be taken care of for the rest of your life gave a slave little satisfaction while she was trying to wring some small drop of pleasure out of a master who didn’t have a clue about how to make a slave feel good.

Now the prince, he would certainly sport a cock that would rival a mountain dragon if his impressive spread of tangs was anything to go by. And she was sure he would know how to wield such a mighty weapon to the benefit of any girl lucky enough to serve under him.

Surely such a well endowed master would have frequent needs? Above and beyond the average master who only required the services of a slave two or three times a day.

That meant this was a perfect opportunity for Signe. Seeing as how the prince had no slave in his adventuring party. He didn’t even have a gold collared female for that matter. She was a bit surprised at that. If Signe had been a gold collar and free to choose the cock she got to ride everyday she’d have been all over the prince like bees on honey.

Hard as it was to believe that such a handsome male would not have females battering down his door and begging to serve him, amazingly and fortunately, it seemed to be true. Signe had heard it from another slave while she and Signe were both bent over a padded fucking rail. It seemed that the two males were in town specifically to acquire a slave to service their needs while they traveled all over the country.

That was all the information Signe got from the cow because another pair of stags had decided that if they were so bored they could talk, they could use their mouths for something more useful. By the time Signe’s stag had emptied himself down her throat the other female, a former gold collar who had decided to take up the black again, had left with her master/husband. But, Signe had learned all she needed to know. The prince was looking for a personal slave. To accompany him away from this small one pony town.

This was Signe’s chance, the moment she been waiting for. Stagville was a town with an aging population. Most young people left it as soon as they could. There were barely a dozen males in town who weren’t committed to a permanent relationship with a girl who had already done her ten years of service and was entitled to a gold collar. With six other girls living in the hostel that didn’t leave much hope for Signe landing a male who was interested in an exclusive arrangement, and had the money to pay for it. Signe desperately wanted to find a real master, and not just a stag who needed her for a few minutes. It wasn’t that she minded her job, but it was so boring. The fucking was great. Waiting around between stags was a real drag. She wanted to see the world. If she’d been born with wings like her parents she’d have been able to see the entire valley from above. Instead all she got was a sturdy earth pony body and grounded for life. If she had to spend all her time on the ground, at least she could hope she’d get to see different ground on a regular basis. She had talents beyond simply being a set of nice tight holes for males to ease the pressure in their balls. She could cook and clean. Well, a little bit.

Surely the prince would need a full time slave to cook and clean as well as to fuck. He had no male servants to do those duties. Besides the old bear, that is. Signe was sure she could do better than the ursine at those duties, and look a lot better doing it. Who’d want to look at his hairy ass bent over a campfire stirring the evening meal when they could look at her pert little plot? If she could only attract the prince’s attention she just knew he’d snatch her up to travel with him, and if he did that she’d have time to show just how talented she was. Even if she had to fuck the old fat bear as well it would be worth it. Anything would be better than staying in this backwater town and fucking the same stags over and over again for the next ten years. Listening to the same old jokes and tired old stories again and again.

Signe looked around to see if anyone was looking at her, and then checked the grey collar that covered her regular black collar, making sure the string she had tied around the ends was still holding it firmly in place.

She was taking a great risk doing this and she certainly did not want to be discovered. Only the old male caribou in charge of her hostel was permitted to give her permission to wear the grey. Only he was able to seal the collar properly. What she had done, taking the grey from where it hung and securing it around her neck over her black collar was absolutely forbidden. It was so unthinkable there wasn’t even a specific rule against it, though she imagined they’d quickly dream up a punishment if she were discovered for all of that. And they’d have no difficulty in figuring out why she had done it. The wrong reason, but the one that would make the most sense to a master.

They’d think she was a slacker. A mare who wanted the privileges that came from doing a tour as a slave, without paying the dues. She bet if she was caught she’d spend a full twenty-four hours in the town pillory.

The last slave that had happened to had been caught in the act of lifting the wallet of the male she was servicing. Every single male in town, and the surrounding area, had considered it their personal duty to service the stupid slut of a female to the full extent of their capabilities in order to show her the error of her ways. Though some of the gold collars had told Signe that it really hadn’t been about the girl’s crime. Not really. It had just been an excuse for a good old fashioned dick measuring contest.

Not that the reason for their enthusiasm made much difference to the cow in question. When they were finished with her she had looked six months pregnant from the amount of spunk filling her belly and womb, and It had taken a whole week before she could walk straight. And twice as long as that before the welts across her rump healed.

Signe could not really fault her fate, or disagree that she would deserve punishment if she was caught. Being a sex slave was one of the most respected jobs in Caridoon. That fact had been drummed into her at the hostel where she had grown up, along with several other girls who for were orphaned, or like Signe could not live at home with her parents.

The stability of their entire nation relied on the slaves who helped keep the males sane. That was the reason why ten years of service was considered sufficient to earn the slave a full pension for the rest of her life once she had finished her term of service.

To try and gain that regard, while at the same time dodging her duties would be seen as the ultimate theft. If she hadn’t wanted to become a black collar she could have remained a red collar, the thinking would go. Signe shuddered at the idea. No matter how old a red collar became, she would never be considered a proper adult.

That was the last thing Signe wanted. She had wanted to be an adult more than anything else in the world. The last few months before she had been eligible to take the black collar had seemed to drag on forever. It had been even worse than the year she’d waited for her cutie mark, a pair of pegasus wings, to show up. She wasn’t using the grey collar to get out of doing her duty, she was wearing it so she wasn’t occupied when her chance at the prince came. After all, if she became his personal service pony, she’d be at his and his friends call twenty-four-seven. Not just during her twelve hour shift like she currently was. Would she do that if she were a slacker? Signe certainly didn’t think so.

That was why this morning she had taken advantage of the elderly hostel keeper who put the collars on the girls each morning before they went out to work. He never bothered to see them out the door. He was very old and rarely got out of his chair except to get a new stick to whittle into a switch. He had an entire barrel of them beside his chair, soaking in brine. He never used them, but he liked to threaten the girls that one of these days they’d push him too far and he’d use up the whole barrel on them.

Signe had taken advantage of his inattention to slip a grey collar off its hook by the door as she’d raced out of the hostel.

If the missing collar was discovered before Signe could return it, all six girls would be switched on general principles. By someone a lot younger and stronger than the old hostel keeper. Signe would be sorry for her fellow slaves, sharing her deserved punishment. But not enough to stop herself from taking this chance at a more interesting life.

All of that didn’t matter, Signe told herself. She had a plan. She was not going to get caught. She had to believe that or she’d never be able to pull this off.

The grey collar would keep any random stag from tossing her over a fucking bench, or taking her to the bar to service him and his friends. On any other day she’d have been perfectly fine with that. But she she could not afford that this day of all days. The prince might pick one of the other girls while Signe had a cock up her ass and another down her throat. The grey collar would let her wait in ambush for just the right moment.

As soon as she could get close enough to the prince she’d slip the grey collar off without anyone seeing and casually step out where he could see her.

Earth ponies were suppose to be rare, and desired as an exotic, though you wouldn’t have known it from the locals. It was time she got some advantage out of her misfortune of birth and snagging the prince’s attention with her rarity would do the trick.

Signe knew she was downplaying the risk, but she had to take this chance. The prince was rich. You only had to look at his clothes and the fact he had a servant to know that. Even if that servant was an old fat ursine.

Signe told herself again she had no choice. There were no earth pony stallions. For her to marry a male after she got her gold collar she had to impress some strong powerful male, like the prince. Make him fall in love with her and her talented cunny. Enough so that he would be willing to take her as his life time lover even though she couldn’t give him children.

Signe peered around the corner and saw the prince walking her way. She reached up to loosen the grey collar in preparation of pulling it off. She gave a gasp of surprise when she felt large fingers take hold of her loose ties and pull the grey collar right off her neck.

“Well, how about that? I thought one of these would only come off in the hands of the male who put it on. Isn’t that just the strangest thing you ever saw?” a gruff voice rumbled behind her, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his hot breath tickling the tiny hairs that fringed its edges.

Applejacked ch5. The one you've been waiting for

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Applejacked ch6: Meanwhile in Caridoon part two

Another Caridoon world building chapter, with a plot point that is going to be central to the continuing storyline. But it has nothing to do with Applejack or Big Mac, so skip for the time being if you wish. It does have lots of clop, so there is that in its favor.

Applejacked ch6

The young earth pony, Signe, hung from her wrists. The soft cotton rope tied around her wrists had been tossed up and over a large pine branch several feet above her and secured to the trunk once her ass was at a height her captor found suitable for his intentions. That left her hooves dangling more than six inches above the ground. Her ankles were secured to a makeshift spreader bar created out of a bit of dead-fall that held her legs far enough apart that she could feel her inner thighs aching slightly from the strain. The branch that was the anchor point of her bondage was green with sap and very flexible. Any violent motion on her part sent her bouncing wildly in place.

Unfortunately for her, Signe was making a lot of violent motions and as a consequence was starting to feel a bit sea sick, not that she had ever seen the sea, but this must surely be what it felt like. A *whish* sound made her clench her bottom as best she could. She would have tried to shield herself with her tail, but that had been pulled up, folded over, and tied in a knot above her ass cleft. Simply tightening her ass did little good as the slender switch swung between her spread legs and struck her inner right hand thigh just below her drooling cunt. Signe cried out into the wooden branch jammed between her teeth and secured with a thick leather strap the old Ursine had produced from his over sized backpack.

When the big, not fat, but muscular, Ursine tied her up, Signe had realized she was going to be late getting home; which would earn her some public punishment. Only to instantly realize that a public switching was the least of her problems.

She had been caught with an illegal grey collar; using it to cover up her black collar. Clear evidence in the eyes of everyone in town she was trying to shirk her duty. A public switching would be getting off easy.

As painful as Signe’s current punishment was, it at least had the benefit of putting off the moment when she was handed in for the bounty. If she was really lucky the old Ursine might decide to spend a few hours screwing her before turning her in. That at least would give her a few pleasant memories to hold onto while she was raped in every opening by long thick tentacles and had seed pods pumped into her bowels, womb,and stomach.

Oh, who was she fooling, the old fart would likely blow his load in thirty seconds, and that would be her last memory of proper sex. It wasn’t fair. She’d had it all planned out. Why couldn’t it have been the prince who had discovered her. Then at least she might have had a chance to convince him he’d be able to ‘punish’ her so much better than the villagers.

Another *Whish* sound accompanied a blow to her left inner thigh. Signe cried out again into her gag. She was so very glad the master had at least been considerate enough to gag her. Her screams would have drawn an audience,which would have led to explanations, and she’d likely not even get that last pathetic fuck.

Signe shed tears of relief when she heard the master, whose name was Domi, say, “Well, there we go, ten each, bottom, left and right. So, now we ask the questions.”

The heavily-built master undid the ties holding the thick chunk of wood between Signe’s teeth, and carefully worked it free. It was not easy. It had been large enough originally to force the pony’s jaw open past the point of comfort. Having had time to swell slightly from her saliva it was even thicker now. To get it out Master Domi had to pry open Signe’s mouth even further. She swallowed a mouthful of tears when at last he worked it loose and tossed it to the side. The release of pressure on her jaws was even more painful than the strain of having her jaw forced so far open in the first place.

To Signe’s surprise, Master Domi massaged her jaws slightly and worked the joint back and forth in order to ease everything back into position. It was something she’d had to do a lot for herself when she’d first gone into service and had trouble dealing with the better hung stags. But nopony had ever done it for her.

Once he was sure she’d be able to answer him, Master Domi started the interrogation. “Now, I ask the question. Are you sorry?”

“Yes, master, This cunt is very sorry,” Signe replied automatically.

“Now, the next question. Are you sorry you were caught, or sorry for the trick with the collars?”

Signe paused with her mouth half open. She knew the answer she should give, but as she gazed into the deep brown knowing eyes of the Ursine that were staring straight into her own dark orbs, she thought, What do I have to lose? They can only send me to the tentacle plants once. As a result she found herself saying, much to her surprise, “This slut is sorry she got caught, master.”

The old bear blinked, his head twisting slightly to the side, and then a strange sound emerged from his closed mouth. A snort, and then another one, until he opened his mouth wide and roared with laughter. He gave her a bare handed swat on her tender bottom and cried out. “Oh, I do like you little mare. I have not met such an interesting slut in years. Tell me little slut. Do you like to walk?”

“Yes?” Signe asked uncertainly.

“That is good. I am going for a little walk. It would be good to have company. Now I am not talking about a stroll around the town. I’m talking about seeing what is on the other side of the valley. Do you think your legs will carry you that far?”

Signe felt insulted. She had grown up feeling she had been shortchanged because she had no wings. But she had done her best to make sure she made the best of what strengths she did have. “This cunt can run you into the ground… Master,” she said in a very disrespectful tone of voice. Mrs. Direheart, the gold collar who had instructed her in proper slave deportment, would have been appalled. The old Ursine only laughed louder.

“Good, good. Then If you can pass my little test I think maybe we can come to some sort of agreement. If you don’t mind bending over every few miles to let a tired old bear wet himself in you?”

Signe almost told the master she could think of few worse fates, until she remembered the handsome stag. “I don’t know… Master. Will the prince need servicing as well… Master?” she said in a tone of voice that indicated this would be a deal breaker. She felt a rush of adrenaline at talking so boldly to a master.

“Prince? Oh, you mean, BF. He’s merely the son of a lord, no prince he. But yes, I’m sure he will be most happy to tap your cute little ass.”

“Then I think it sounds interesting… Master.”

Then as I said, it only needs for you to pass my little test to see if you are suitable as a traveling companion.”

Signe was starting to think that she had lucked out. This crazy old bear seemed willing to let the matter of the grey collar slide. A perverse need to reassure herself that this was true drove her to say in a questioning tone, “But… Master?” as she angled her eyes to look at where the grey collar she’d been caught with was laying in the pine needles.

“Eh, that?” the old master wrinkled his nose as if he’s smelled something bad. He leaned over and picked up the errand collar with an expression of distaste. “I hate these things. How cruel. To put a collar on a girl that says. “Sorry, I’m too busy doing boring stuff and can’t have sex. Bah, so stupid. Nothing is more important to a young girl than being screwed. Being young is the time for fun. Time enough for dreary boring stuff when you earn your golden collar.”

To Signe’s total shock the thick-bodied master reared back and threw the grey collar deep into the bushes. Her entire world turned upside down; and since it had done the same thing when she’d been caught with the two collars, that sort of meant her world was right side up once again. But while she might be safe now from tentacle plant duty there was still the matter of the master’s little test. Who knew what he might have in mind. Maybe he was only playing with her, and planned on giving her a test she could not possibly pass?

She was reassured when he merely moved around till he was standing behind her, his body pressed up against her back as his hands came around and began to play with her breasts. Oh, that sort of little test. She stifled a giggle, thinking that in this case the ‘little’ was likely literal.

That thought only lasted till she felt him grinding something very long and very thick into the crack of her ass. “Master?” she gasped.

“Surprised? You have been judging this book by the cover I’m thinking, little mare. Foolish mistake. Will get you in trouble. Some evil old Ursine might hang you up in the forest and try to tickle your tonsils, from the wrong side.”

Signe gave a gasp as her master pressed up against her and she felt the unmistakable touch of a drooling cock head pressing against the small of her back, depositing a film of pre-cum that cooled in the night air. The switching had left her aroused, the prospect of sex with an underendowed old Ursine had cooled her down. That arousal roared back as Signe realized what she was facing. Her heart sped up and her loins heated as her sex turned liquid in anticipation of a really massive male member pushing itself up inside her.

“Someone’s eager,” her new master purred into her ear as he tickled her sex with the tips of his claws while his large hand pressed against her lower belly and pulled her back against him. At the same time his other hand kept busy gently massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly between his claws every now and then.

Signe reveled in the feel of the hot round weight of his shaft grinding between her ass cheeks. Until she shifted her head slightly, and found herself staring into a pair of large yellow eyes not more than fifteen feet away. The eyes belonged to an enormous cat that had just slipped through the bushes surrounding the little clearing on silent paws. It’s size, and the saber teeth, matched with the white with faint black highlights of it’s hide marked it as a Moon Mountain Cat.

Except that was impossible. Moon Cat’s were a myth. They didn’t exist. And if they did exist, they only existed on the mountains of the moon which were so called because they were so tall it was said you could step from the top of one right onto the moon as it sailed by below.

The huge cat yawned, as if bored with what it was seeing, and in doing so, revealed a mouthful of teeth, the shortest of which was as long as Signe’s fingers, while the longest, the pair of saber teeth, were at least as long as her forearms.

Signe let out a shrill scream that likely scared every bird within a mile radius into the air.

“What? I haven’t even started yet,” her master protested. “At least try to pass my test. I thought you were a brave little mare,” He added, his tone carrying disappointment at her behavior.

A moment later, Signe felt the Ursine’s whole body stiffen as he let out a surprised gasp sending a gust of warm air that ruffled the fine hairs in her ear. From this she knew he had seen the huge mountain cat. Would he run away and leave her as a distraction? She couldn’t really blame him, she was tied up and unable to escape. Cutting her loose would take time. There was no way he could save her and himself. If one of them had to die, it was natural he’d choose her. Still, she bet the prince could have figured out a way to save them both.

“Goddamn bitch of a diseased feline! Can’t you see I’m busy here?!” Her master yelled at the top of his lungs. “Well, fuck you! I’m not going to play your stupid game! I have this nice little mare all juiced up and ready to go. And I’ll be fucked if I’m going to let you cock block me! So you can just go lick your own ass until I’m done here!”

Signe felt her heart stutter. The idiotic master was bat-shit crazy. It was nice that he was not running away, but did he have to antagonize the beast? Then she realized just how crazy he was as he shifted both hands down to her hips and drew himself back. She felt the head of his cock slip down through her ass crack and come to rest against her sex as he pulled her up and back causing her to arch her back as the tip of his dick found her slot, and pressed inward. He was thicker than any male she’d taken in the last six months and despite being well prepared, she could not help gasping as she felt herself stretched around the bulbous head as he forced its way past her lower lips.

The old Ursine groaned in time with Signe’s gasp, and then she felt her heart nearly stop as the huge cat let out a roar from only a few feet away as it paced toward the coupling couple. Shit, she was as crazy as the master. She’d actually forgotten about the cat for a few seconds as she’d reacted to having something so large being forced into her cunt.

“Not this time, cat,” the stocky male grunted as he pulled back with his hands and shoved forward with his hips at the same time and even in her terror Signe could not help but give a little scream that had nothing to do with the huge predatory cat and everything to do with being filled to what she was sure was her full capacity. Even though she was sure she was about to die, or maybe because she was, an orgasm like none she had ever experienced before flooded her senses and turned her blind to everything but the pleasure she was feeling.

When Signe finally surfaced from her temporary state of blind-bliss, it was to find the Ursine behind her shafting her with strong steady thrusts, and the realization that she’d only thought she’d reached full capacity before. His groin slapped against her cunt, proving every inch of that incredible length was inside her. Signe could feel her stomach stretching to accommodate, and when she looked down at her belly, she could see a slight ripple in her smooth flesh as he rocked in and out of her. The sight was awesomely scary, and a huge turn on. But not nearly as scary as the cat-face that was suddenly thrust right into her own as the huge carnivore licked her face.

Sheer terror caused her to clamp down hard on the old bear’s shaft as a fear induced orgasm tightened her muscles.

“Got, you,” the ursine growled, and Signe’s body jarred as he pushed himself forward and upward, reaching out past her and making a swipe at the Cat. No, not at the cat, at the black collar that was deeply imbedded in its neck fur. It was at that point that Signe realized the mountain cat was female.

The cat arched her back and dodged the ursine’s attempt at grabbing the collar around her neck. She leaped backward a dozen feet and hissed at them. No, at the male behind Signe, who despite his foiled attempt at snagging the collar, was still pumping in and out of Signe’s overstuffed sex. The young earth pony’s body was jolting back and forth as Domi’s hairy thigh slapped against her tender freshly switched ass.

“Damn cat! How many times must I say I’m sorry?!” Domi bellowed. “You chase and chase, but you never let me take the damn thing off!” There was frustration, and maybe a little bit of guilt in the Ursine’s roar. But the thing Signe focused on, in so much as she could think of anything other than the sexual pounding she was getting, was that the old bear fucking her had put that collar on the cat.

What might have happened next would never be known because at just that minute the lordly young stag; the reason Signe had started this entire chain of events in the first place, burst out of the bushes. His fine clothing was covered in forest litter, and several small branches were tangled in his magnificent rack of antlers.

“There you are Domi. I thought I detected vigorous rutting. Though was it necessary to roar quite so loudly as you took the little slut?” he said, running his eyes up and down Signe’s bound body. “But I see you’ve found something very special. Who would have thought there were still earth ponies in Caridoon. The Unicorn King has offered a handsome bounty for her sort you know. We should be able to afford two slaves girls, and plentiful supplies with what she’ll earn us.”

Signe felt as if her heart would break to hear the lordly young stag talk as if she had no value besides the interest the evil old unicorns had for her race. She was far more valuable than that. She was a hot slut with a tight warm slot. What true male needed more than that?

Just then the tall handsome stag became aware that the three bipeds were not the only ones in the clearing. He turned his head to the left, and found himself staring straight into the eyes of the over-sized mountain cat from a distance of less than a foot. The cat let out yet another of it’s loud shrill roars, loud enough and close enough to blow the Stag’s luxuriant ruff of hair back from his head and cover his face in cat spittle.

An acrid scent filled the air as young lord pissed himself; right before he turned tail and fled. The cat gave a disgusted snort, shot one last dirty look at the Ursine and left as well with a flick of her long bushy tail.

“Alone as last,” Domi muttered. He took firm hold of Signe’s hips, and began to shuttle his cock in and out of her belly at a furious pace, causing her body to flop like a rag doll as his powerful muscles made light work of her sturdy build.

Signe, her body still tingling from the terror induced by the huge carnivore, was soon lost in the overwhelming sensation of numerous powerful orgasms, only coming back to awareness when Domi bellowed in her ear, gave one last final thrust, and emptied his balls into her belly, flooding her with his seed and filling her far past the full mark. The sensation of her belly expanding under the hydraulic pressure of his cum-shot gave Signe one last orgasm before she passed out.

When Signe became aware of the world again, it was to find herself draped over Domi’s lap as he gently massaged some sort of salve into her tender bottom and sore thighs. The same salve had already been rubbed into her wrists where the rope had been wrapped around them, even though her tough hide and the soft rope used had prevented any real chaffing.

Signe felt sleepy and content, the feel of her swollen belly, filled with her master’s seed, sending a warm glow throughout her well fucked body. For a moment she just lay there, enjoying the pleasure of him tending to her, but then memory flooded back and she twisted her head around to look back at the old bear with wide eyes. “You put a collar on a Moon Demon!” she exclaimed, using the more common phrase for the deadly, and up till now she had thought, mythical, mountain cats.

Domi flinched slightly, and looked sheepish. “What can I say? We were both caught in a mountain cave by a blizzard. Five days and you’d be surprised at what you’ll do to keep warm, and take care of other urges.”

“You put a collar on a Moon Demon,” Signe repeated, this time with wonder in her voice.

“Well, yes, and you can see what it got me. Chased from one end of the country to the other by the great jealous thing, who begs me to take the collar off with one breath, and refuses to let me touch her with the next. And now I suppose I must take you back to your hostel, and apologize to your master for keeping you out for so long.”

“Wait. What about your walk? You promised if I could pass your little test you’d take me with you,” Signe said in desperation, not even noticing that for the first time that day she didn’t think once about the young handsome stag.

“You still want to come?” Domi asked. “Even after seeing her?”

“You. Put. A. Collar. On. A. Moon Demon.” Signe said, articulating each word to make sure her dim idiot of a master got this important point. “Of course I want to travel with a male who has balls that big.”

Domi stared at her with amazement, before throwing back his head and roaring with laughter. “Oh, I do so like you, little mare. Yes, we will travel far, and I will fuck you wide, and some day I’ll get my hands on that wretch of a cat and take off that stupid collar.”

“What more could a pony ask for?” Signe asked, before settling herself down over his lap and wiggling her butt while arching her tail to let her new master know he still had work to do.

Author's Note

Yes. I know that the cat came totally out of left field. But I hope the scenario was fun for the reader seeing the various reactions. The cat does have an important plot job that will help tie this story arc into the next step.

Next chapter, Rescued.

Applejacked ch7: Rescue

My pre-reader Inazuma is offline for an undetermined amount of time. So I'm afraid this won't be as clean of typos as it could be. Hopefully when she comes back I'll be able to post a better version.

Applejacked ch7

Applejack’s current bondage was the simplest yet inflicted on her, and the most cruel. A six inch length of heavy chain ran from the ring on her collar to a heavy bracket on the wall of her cell. It was situated at the perfect height to deny her the ability to either kneel or stand upright. She was left with no choice but to press her back against the wall with her legs bent and her hooves pressed against the floor to hold her in place. After only a few minutes she’d stopped caring about exposing herself to the doorway directly in front of her and allowed her legs to spread slightly to better support her weight. Only a short time after that even her well toned and powerful thighs began trembling from the strain. Now, after what felt like forever, she’d begun suffering from painful leg cramps that brought tears to her eyes and forced her to stuff a hand in her mouth to stifle the curses she was yelling as substitutes for outright crying.

It was at that point, that the door opened, and Applejack actually found herself welcoming the idea that someone was coming to let her loose. Even if it meant being taken somewhere for more sick mind games and rape. For a moment Applejack considered forcing her aching legs together and bringing her hands up to cover her bare breasts, but instantly dismissed it. Trying to retain her modesty would only give them something to take away from her. And it wasn’t like she had anything they hadn’t already seen, and sampled. She gave a snort. It was sort of freeing having nothing left to lose.

Applejack knew that wasn’t really true she had a whole lot more she could lose. But she also remembered Pinkie’s advice from what seemed like such a very long time ago. “Let’s giggle at some ghosties,” she whispered to herself as she plastered a big grin on her face and prepared to greet the latest ghoulie in her life.

To her surprise the first figure through the door was a tall female elk. Naked of course. Applejack hadn’t seen a single female wearing clothes since she got here. This elk was older than the other girls she had seen. Despite that she was in excellent shape. There was no sag to her large breasts and her body was muscular and fit. Around her neck was a golden collar. Hanging from a shoulder strap was a large hardcase bag. The case looked a lot like the type the doctors back home carried around. The Elk had a composed self-confident expression on her face that was very different from the frightened subservient appearance of all the other girl’s Applejack had gotten close enough to that she could notice such things.

“Howdy. Come on in. I’d offer you some cool cider, but I’m afraid I’m right out,” Applejack said cheerfully, welcoming her new visitor. She was please to see the older female’s self-confident expression shift to puzzlement. The elk ran her eyes over Applejack. The farm pony knew what the lady elk was seeing. The bruises and cum stains on Applejack's thighs and face. Throughout the examination, Applejack kept her cheerful expression, and surprisingly, she found pretending everything was fine actually helped. The effort to pretend grew less difficult the longer she kept it up.

“Thank you. I’ve been sent to prepare you for your next… interview. I am Sigrid.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Sigrid. I go by Applejack. Despite some ponies around her thinking I should be answering to a different name.”

“Ah, yes. My employer, and his son. I wish I could say they are the exception. But you will find few males in their employ who do not share similar sentiments.”

“Must suck. I mean, not being able to tell him to shove it up his ass and walk out the door.”

“On the contrary, I could leave anytime I wished. I choose to stay. I am a healer. There is call for my services here. Unlike you, and the other girls here, I am somewhat protected by this,” Sigrid said. She raised a hand and tapped the gold collar around her neck. “But, for now I have my instructions. In regards to that I have a question for you. Do you wish my sons to secure you so you may not struggle as I pierce your nipples? Or, will you give me your parole and allow me to unfasten you without struggling against what I have to do? In this room, for this time only. I can not say it won’t be unpleasant. But it will be less so than what you have already endured. And I think less unpleasant than you would find it if you were helpless.”

Applejack froze. The farm pony’s mind flashed back to the little slave that had followed Rasmus all around Canterlot Castle, and the rings piercing her nipples. That was not the first time she’d seen that sort of decoration, however. Rarity had shocked the hay out of her by having her own nipples pierced on their last girl’s only trip to Canterlot. Neither of those examples encouraged Applejack to welcome the elk’s request positively however. “You can’t do that,” she protested, throwing up her arms and covering her breasts protectively.

“I can, and have, many times. I am merely giving you the option of allowing me to do it without you being held down against your will. I’m sorry. It is the only respite I can offer you.”

The thought of having a sharp needle thrust through her nipples made Applejack blanch. But while she was not about to take style or fashion tips from Rarity, Applejack had to admit that if a wimp like her dainty friend could deal with having such a delicate area pierced, she guess’d she could as well. She looked at Sigrid, feeling a slight gratitude for at least being allowed a choice as to how this was going to happen.

Applejack gave a sigh. “Okay, ah agree. I won’t fight you, not right here, and not right now. But ahm trusting your word, too. If I think you’ve suckered me somehow, all bets are off. I’m not planning on handing out blowjobs, or anything else to your sons just because you all are letting me choose my poison.”

“Good. Now let’s get you loose.” Without a trace of fear Sigrid walked right up to Applejack, till the farm pony found herself looking right between the elk’s legs. She blushed slightly at seeing another female’s intimate parts this close up and lowered her eyes as Sigrid undid the fastener that held the chain to her collar. As she did, Sigrid said. “You needn’t worry about my sons. They share very little in common with the majority of the males here. For one thing they care that they may harm their partner while coupling. Maybe too much so.”

There was a click, and Applejack felt the chain fall away from her collar. “There we go,” Sigrid said as she stepped back and watched Applejack expectantly.

Applejack slowly pushed herself up the wall. She tried to disguise the fact that she needed the solid support at her back to counter the trembling in her legs. She gave a huge sigh as she regained her feet. Reaching up she felt the collar around her neck and asked, “Don’t suppose you could slip this off while you’re at it?”

“You would not want me to. The consequences of you being without a collar in this place would be bad. That symbolizes, for the moment, that you are Lord Rasmus’s property. While that might not seem a good thing, it does offer you some protection. No other male can take you without his permission. Without it you would be considered free to the first male who could claim you be putting his own collar on you. It would be a free for all and by the time one male worked up the nerve to collar you a very large number would have sampled you. To see if you were worth a collar. Even I, who they all know, would suffer such a fate if I were so foolish as to go out in public without my own collar.”

There was a bitterness in the elk’s words and once again Applejack wondered why she stuck around if she was free to leave.

Sigrid gave a sigh, and said,” But this is not getting my task done. We do not have much time. We can talk as I work if you will, but work I must.” She turned to the door and called out. “Rutt. Tuke. Please bring in the wash water, and be careful, don’t spill any of it this time.”

A big booming voice called back. “Aw, maw, that was just the one time, eh? We’ll be, like, careful this time, for sure, eh?”

“Yeah, like you’ve ever been careful a day in your life, eh? You hoser,” another voice in the same vocal range replied.

The room darkened slightly as a huge male backside blocked the doorway and the outside light. The male who belonged to said backside carefully maneuvered himself into the room, taking special care with his huge rack of large flat antlers which, despite his best efforts, he managed to catch on the door frame several times before he made it through. He was followed into the room by another male who could have been, and likely was, his twin brother. They both had large buckets of steaming water dangling from their over-sized hands.

Applejack realized she was taking this all in slack-jawed and she closed her mouth as both brother’s stood up, their antlers brushing against the nine foot tall ceiling. “Your sons?” Applejack could not help questioning.

“Adopted. As far as I know they are the last two moose in the valley.”

“yeah, it really sucks, eh?” One of the brother’s said with a downcast expression.

“yeah, like, really, eh? All the girls that are left are, like, little tiny things, eh?”

One of the over-sized males addressed Applejack directly. “Hey, say. The other guards. They were saying earth ponies are special because they are real stretchy. Like, they can take any guy, eh? No matter how big, eh?”

His brother took up the thread, “Right, so we were wondering if---”

Sigrid interrupted the predictable question before it could be asked. “That will be enough boys. Go wait in the hallway while the young mare gets cleaned up and I do my job.”

“Aw, but mom. If she can, like stretch, like the guards said,” the one moose complained, massaging a truly scary sized bulge in the front of his pants.

“Yeah. What he said,” his brother interjected, rubbing his own very scary bulge.

“The hallway. Now,” Sigrid snapped in a tone of voice Applejack used to hear a lot of when she was a small filly. Mostly from Granny Smith, and usually when her grandmother was ordering her to head down to the stream to cut a willow switch after Applejack had done something foolish.

After the two reluctant bull moose had left, Applejack remarked, “I can see why you said they ain’t like the rest of the guys here.” Despite the evidence that both boys were sporting cocks that would split a dragon, Applejack found she believed Sigrid’s remarks about their nature. They had acted way too much like Big Mac when Granny was in a contrary mood.

“They are good boys,” the elk said gruffly. “Now, stand still while I clean you.”

“Ain’t no need for that. I’ve been cleaning myself for a heap of years,” Applejack protested.

“That as may be. But I wish to also check for injuries while I have the time,” Sigrid said firmly.

Once again Applejack found herself reacting to the tone and cadence of Sigrid’s voice and before she knew it she was standing in the middle of the cell with her legs slightly spread and her arms held out to the side of her body.

Sigrid soaked a cloth in the water, which had an astringent smell to it, and began to wash down Applejack’s sex-stained body. She started at the pony’s hooves, and worked her way up Applejack’s legs. She was careful and gentle as she washed Applejack between the legs, but the farm pony still had to fight the urge to push the other female away. But Sigrid took no liberties and moved up Applejack’s torso. Rinsing and repeating until she had wiped down every inch of Applejack’s skin.

With her eyes closed, Applejack could almost imagine herself a foal, back at the farm, standing in the kitchen while Granny Smith scrubbed her down after Applejack had spent the day rolling in the dirt with her friends. Maybe for that reason she felt next to no arousal from the procedure even though Sigrid was very thorough in washing and inspecting her vagina.

Once the lady elk had finished the general wipe down, Sigrid took a clean cloth and poured some sort of herbal remedy onto it. She used this to clean the farm pony’s large breasts more thoroughly. “This will kill any germs and make less the chance of infection,” she explained to Applejack as she worked.

The feel of the older, larger, female handling Applejack’s breasts while she sterilized them was very different from the rough way the males had mauled them in the washing up room the day before. Sigrid was gentle and careful, and it left Applejack feeling warm and safe. She didn’t know if it was because the elk was another girl, or because she was being so gentle, but just as when Sigrid had washed her private parts Applejack found herself feeling no real erotic impulse at all. It was a bit of a relief. She had started to think she’d been turned into some sort of sex maniac by the drugs they’d slipped her. It looked like it was just rough handling by a male that activated the effects. Or maybe the drugs had worn off? she thought hopefully.

But while Sigrid’s touch did nothing to arouse Applejack their was still a physical reaction. The solution on the cloth made the pony’s breasts tingle and she flushed slightly as her nipples engorged and swelled into thick nubs of flesh. Applejack found herself wondering if that was on purpose. To make it easier to pierce.

A little while later Sigrid heated the tip of a long thin golden needle in the flame of a candle while Applejack tried not to think about where it was going. “They’ll play with them,” Sigrid said out of the blue. “The unicorn’s love piercings. They have trouble with fine control of living flesh. It’s much easier for them to manipulate the studs and rings with their magic.”

Applejack swallowed at the thought even as she tried not to flinch as Sigrid advanced on her with the heated needle. As Sigrid took hold of a breast to hold it steady Applejack closed her eyes so she didn’t have to watch it happen. To distract herself she talked for the sake of talking. “I reckon they’re going to be playing with me whether I have these or not,” she said, thinking about how Rasmus had gripped her teeth with his magic. Forcing her mouth open so he could throat-fuck her. The memory caused the reaction Sigrid’s gentle touch had not. A slight feeling of warmth and moisture between her legs. She stifled the urge to cry at this proof the drugs were still in her system.

“Unfortunately you are right. I think they mean to make an effort to breed you, foolish as that is. They have been trying for generations to get foals from pegasus ponies who have fallen into their grasp. To no avail. I doubt they will have any more success with you.”

Applejack was a bit puzzled by what Sigrid was saying. A unicorn could knock up an earth pony, or pegasus pony, just as easily as a unicorn mare. Sigrid must not understand that. In any case it did not apply to her, as she was quick to inform the elk. “You got that right. My granny took me to the doctor in town as soon as she found out I was getting interested in that sort of thing. Doctor fixed me right up. Can’t have a foal until I decide I’m ready and go back to get what she did reversed.”

Applejack had been rambling in an effort to distract herself from the sharp needle Sigrid was about to thrust through the base of her left nipple. Only, it wasn’t coming. She waited a bit, but eventually cracked an eye open to find Sigrid staring at her in total shock.

“You can control if you get a foal?” Sigrid asked, enunciating every word very careful, as if fearful of allowing for any misunderstanding of her question.”

“Well, not me personally. The unicorns have this spell they can use on a mare that does something inside. Makes it so she can’t have a foal. Don’t hurt, and any trained unicorn medic can take it off anytime you decide you’re ready for a family.”

“You trust the unicorns to play with your inner workings?” Sigrid said in shock.

For a second Applejack didn’t understand, and then comprehension dawned. “Oh. Ah see. You only know these here unicorns. Ain’t like that back home. Two of my best friends are Unicorns. Unicorn’s make the best insides doctors in Equestria. Set a bone, turn a foal, or fix a mare so she don’t get knocked up if some rat-bag snatches her from somewhere safe and fills her up with baby juice.”

Sigrid’s eyes went blank as her entire focus became internal. Applejack glanced down at the needle only an inch away from her nipple. Her breast was still being held steady by Sigrid’s other hand. She started to sweat. It wasn’t exactly a position you wanted to be in with someone who was distracted. “Ah, Sigrid?” she said hesitantly. To her relief the elk

“Eh? Oh Forgive me,” Sigrid said. With one smooth quick move she shoved the needle through Applejack’s nipple. Applejack opened her mouth to cry out in pain, and then paused as she registered that she’d hurt herself worse stumbling into a fence and mashing a tit against a rail. It did sting, but less so than one of the bee stings she frequently received working in the orchard.

Maybe Rarity hadn’t been all that brave after all?

Sigrid slid the piercing needle free and quickly replaced it with a gold colored needle about two inches long. “Do not try to pull this out,” Sigrid told Applejack. It will keep the hole from healing closed.”

“Sounds like something I’d want to do,” Applejack replied, already thinking she’d pull the thing out at the first opportunity.

As if reading Applejack’s mind, Sigrid held up a golden needle identical to the one she’d shoved through the pony’s nipple. Pinching it in the middle between two fingers she grasped one end and tugged. Instantly sharp barbs sprang up along the shaft, facing inward toward her finger. A small drop of blood appeared on Sigrid’s finger where the closest one had pierced her skin. “As you can see. removing them requires care and a special tool. Or a unicorn’s magic.

Applejack swallowed nervously. She imagined pulling one of those things out would hurt one hell of a lot more than getting the hole punched in the first place did.

Sigrid began reheating the piercing nipple. “Have you decided who you are going to pick as your owner?” she asked suddenly. She didn’t look at Applejack as she asked the question, her focus apparently completely on the needle she was sterilizing.

Applejack gave her a startled look. “What?”

Sigrid turned her head and gave her a surprised look. An expression as fake as anything Applejack had ever seen Rarity try. “Didn’t you know? There are no earth ponies left in Caridoon. As a new arrival and with no one to speak or choose for you you have the right to select your first owner. All you have to do is speak up and claim your right to do so. Not even the males here would refuse you. Well, except for the unicorns. They would know you would never select them. The other males who have had contact with you would be sure you’d choose them and would be eager to give you the chance to do so.”

“And what happens once I’ve chosen?” Applejack asked, even though she knew there was no way she’d go for the option.

“Your ten years of public service officially begins, and the male you choose will be your official owner. You will be his property. He’d use you for his own relief, and most likely share you with his friends. He may keep you for the entire ten years. He could also sell you at any time. Or give you away as a gift to someone he wishes to cater favor with.”

“Sounds real tempting.” Applejack drawled sarcastically. “But the only stallion I’d pick is my brother, Big Mac. And if I understand the fucked up way this place works, if he were here, I wouldn’t have the right to pick. He’d be the one doing it.”

“Is your brother a Unicorn or a Pegasus? I have heard that ponies are strange and their mares can give birth to any of the three pony races even though they can’t be bred by those other races. If he is, he would not have the right to choose for you. You could indeed pick him as your master. Only an Earth pony male could pick your owner. But, no earth pony stallion may own an earth pony mare during her term of public service.”

For just a moment Applejack got lost in the idea of her big brother owning her outright. To do with her whatever he pleased. She shook the tempting image away. In the first place, Big Mac was an earth pony, and in the second, even if he wasn’t, he’d never take advantage of a mare that way. More the pity. “Just to make sure we all are clear here. If I was to pick an owner, I’d be agreeing to be some stallions fuck-toy for ten years?”

“You’re agreement really isn’t the issue. But, yes, that is what it means.”

“Then I ain’t interested. I’m out of here the first chance I get, and that ain’t going to be long from now. Princess Celestia will get me out. You just wait.”

“I hope for your sake you are correct,” Sigrid said, thrusting the needle through Applejack’s other nipple, drawing a surprised whinny from the earth pony.

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A half hour later Applejack found herself once more being led down a hallway to a meeting with the King. With every step she took her heavy breasts swayed making her very aware of her new jewelry, and the flesh they were thrust through. Normally when she got aroused her breasts swelled and her nipples engorged in reaction. The one reaction following the other. This time it was working in reverse. The stimulation coming from her tender nipples was starting to arouse her despite her best efforts to think of disgusting things. pig slop, manure, Lord Rasmus.

In addition to the golden needles piercing her nipples Applejack was now wearing a pair of wrist binders that contained a strip of the same golden material her new breast decorations were made of.

Sigrid had told Applejack that the rare mineral resonated on the same frequency as unicorn magic and that the unicorns were able to manipulate it from a great distances and with pin-point accuracy. Information that did nothing for Applejack’s peace of mind. It seemed unfair that the King, who had so much in his favor, could not stop himself from stacking the deck. It made her respect him even less than she already did. Something she would have said that was impossible. Despite Duneyrr blatant cheating, or because of it, she was damned if she was going to let him win. She knew he wanted to break her. It wasn’t going to happen. No matter what he did.

Applejack accepted that she was physically helpless in the face of the forces the king had at his disposal. He was going to rape her again. Unless Princess Celestia pulled off some last minute rescue. He’d also do his best to humiliate her by making her enjoy the experience. Based on her past experience he’d likely succeed. But that was only the drugs. He’d likely not even be able to cause her anything but pain without that. Surely there was some way she could use that knowledge to her advantage?

Applejack sighed. She was no good at this sort of game. Maybe Rarity could have come up with some other method of fighting back against Duneyrr. The only arrow Applejack had in her quiver was the determination to not let him fuck her mind like he was going to do to her body.

Lacking anything better Applejack elected to use the same tactic she had decided on in her cell. She plastered a big broad smile on her face and prepared to giggle at the ghoulies. No matter how ghastly they were.

All along the hallway they were walking down were padded stands. From what Applejack had seen in the castle so far she was pretty sure they were there to provide support for a female slave as she was rutted by a male, or two, or three. Along with Sigrid’s suggestion that she choose an owner they gave her an idea. It was easy to picture herself bent over one of the obscene things and being thrust into by a male. A male who she had selected.

Her first attempt, imagining her current two guards in the roll did not work. They were incredible physical specimens, and made Duneyrr and Rasmus look like colts. Especially between the legs. She imagined she’d not find any other males in the castle who would fill her so full. If they could even fit inside her at all.

Close acquaintance with the two made that little fantasy a none-starter unfortunately. The two reminded her more of Snips and Snails than a pair of full grown males. And they weren’t exactly the forceful type. When she’d told them she could walk on her own and to let loose of her arms because their grip hurt they had let loose as if contact with her skin had burned them. They had apologized and begged her not to tell their mom they’d been too rough. After that they had allowed her to walk unencumbered.

Not exactly vicious fantasy rapist material.

No, there was no getting around it. In her mind Big Mac was still the supreme example of what stallions should be. Maybe he wasn’t a ‘true male’ by the sort of measurement the King used. And maybe the real Big Mac couldn’t even talk to a mare without blushing. But Applejack had a good imagination. One she’d been using in regards to her brother for years. None of those things she’d imagined him doing to her over that period were ever going to happen. But that had never stopped them from featuring prominently in her masturbatory fantasies. All she had to do was imagine him being as ruthless and brutal as she needed her imaginary lover to be if he was to act as a counter-agent against whatever the king had planned. Let the king do his worst. Her imaginary big brother would surpass it.

Helping her to construct her fantasy was the memory of her big brother losing it all those years ago and ripping into the six stallions who had tried to rape her back then. She’d ended up having more nightmares about Big Mac’s brutal beating of his former friends than she’d ever had about the almost rape. But knowing he’d never turn that anger on a mare had made those dreams a short lived thing she soon got over.

Applejack let her eyes go distant as she imagined that it was Big Mac escorting her down the hallway. And when they were face to face with the King she would announce it loud and proud that Big Mac was her owner.

Applejack shivered, her tail arching. In her mind Big Mac took hold of the back of her neck and slammed her down over the nearest padded bench while he fumbled with his pants in his excitement till at last he freed his enormous cock. She imagined herself screaming as he thrust into her without mercy. She’d have to. He was so much bigger than the king or Rasmus. Her yells and protests would prove that. They’d hear her crying for mercy. Something they hadn’t managed to wring from her.

Big Mac was so big that her poor little sex would be stretched to the ripping stage as the head of his cock shoved her womb right up between her lungs as he claimed her in front of the bastard who brought her here and everyone of his lackeys. Showing them all what a true Equestria stallion was capable of. She could imagine the look of anger and jealousy on their faces at being shown up by a despised earth pony stallion.

By the time they got to their destination Applejack was having trouble walking straight. Her tail was fully arched and moisture was visible on her inner thighs. She looked like a total slut but it was more than worth it when she saw the angry expression on the king’s face and the suspicious looks he directed toward the innocent and oblivious Rutt and Tuke.

“You two, get out,” Duneyrr growled at the two bull moose.

“But, like, Mom asked us to keep an eye, like, on her, eh?” Rutt, or maybe it was Tuke, protested.

“What he said, eh,” his brother repeated.

“That female does not command here. I do. Get out of here. Now!”

“Hoser,” both brother’s muttered as they turned to leave.

Applejack hadn’t paid much attention to the argument. She’d been looking around the room in puzzlement. On the surface it looked just like the room they’d raped her in the day before, but she noticed that the wall and floors were very different and the only thing that was the same was the furnishings and tapestry. Suddenly suspicious she looked up and saw that the ceiling was studded with hundreds of severed female unicorn horns and she knew where she was. It was the room she’d arrived in when she’d been kidnapped by Rasmus. She began to get a very bad feeling. Not for herself, but for what Duneyrr might have in mind using this room she was sure was built to trap Princess Celestia.

By the time Rutt and Tuke reluctantly closed the door behind them, Duneyrr’s expression had once again smoothed over. He ran his eyes up and down Applejack’s body, lingering on her groin and decorated breasts. “You are adapting quite nicely to Caridoon, slut. I see the food and drink have been having their expected effect. But you still have a lot to learn. Such as who is the true master here.”

A stifled cry of pain escaped Applejack as the needles in her breasts jerked downward. She bent forward out of instinct to reduce the pull, which continued, pulling her breasts painfully toward the floor. Her wrists suddenly shot forward, causing her to stumble and fall to her knees. The golden needles dragged on her nipples till she was forced to lean down far enough that they touched the floor and could go no further. This left her ass sticking up high in the air. Applejack would have been tempted to slide her legs back and lay flat just to avoid presenting such a lewd spectacle, but she knew if she did it would only result in him using her tail to haul her right back up, leaving her even more exposed. At least the pressure from the needles was only straight out from her chest. He hadn’t slid them from side to side and used those wicked little barbs to tear at her flesh.

“There, that’s much better. Remember this the next time you enter a room your master is in. You must instantly fall to your knees and offer him access to your body. If he wishes to make use of your mouth instead, he will inform you. You will not offer or request any particular sex act. He will decide if he wishes to use you, and how, or not. You may now say, “This cunt understands, master.”

“Ahm sorry. Did you say something? I was sort of preoccupied and didn’t pay attention,” Applejack replied as she stared at the floor directly in front of her face. Applejack knew she was going to pay for her defiance. She didn’t care.

There was silence, and then a low chuckle from the King. “Oh, I am so looking forward to when I take back my rightful throne in Equestria. I can’t wait till I have an entire nation of ignorant sluts like you to teach their place.”

Applejack grinned, knowing he’d see her cheeks move, “We are a contrary lot. Ah’ll give you that. Might maybe be more trouble than we’re worth. You ever think of that? It’s not like what we all got between our legs is all that special. You got lots of females here who are happy, sort of, to spread for you anytime the urge takes you. Why not just stick with them?”

“Ah, but this is not my homeland. That, and my rightful position, was usurped by the abomination. Getting to teach all you ignorant cunts your place is merely a pleasant fringe benefit of regaining my throne.”

Banter was really not Applejack’s strong point. By this time she’d normally have been trying her best to kick the king’s nuts into orbit, while leaving the conversation to Twilight, or Pinkie Pie, who would likely drive a polecat like Duneyrr insane with anger in less than a minute. She felt she was letting down the team by not having lots of snappy comebacks ready. Before she could come up with a response the needles in her breasts stopped pulling downward and shoved upward. She quickly lifted her torso and settled back on her heels while her hands were pulled down to rest on her knees. Her breasts were pulled upward slightly by the steady pressure and she arched her back to reduce the strain thrusting her chest out toward the king as if she were offering herself to him.

“Next lesson. You’re mouth’s primary purpose is to pleasure a male. It’s secondary use is to feed yourself. It is only to be used for speech when a male asks you a direct question.” Applejack felt the same pressure against her teeth that Rasmus had used the day before as her mouth was forced open and the king stepped forward, fishing his erect cock out of his pants as he did so.

“Sister, could we not take more time to consider this action,” Luna pleaded.

Celestia kept her focus on the magical flaw she had discovered in Duneyrr’s communication crystal while she answered her sister. “I fear he will only escalate his provocation if I delay, Luna. “Now hush. I must be ready to act on the instant he activates his side of the link. I wish to give him as little time as possible to react. One way or another this will be over in seconds.”

Duneyrr savored the feel of the earth pony’s throat spasming around his cock as he throat fucked her. Rasmus had been right. The palomino slut got the most delightful look in her eyes as her breath grew short. The defiance in her glare slowly shifting to panic the longer he kept her from breathing. It took him back to the days of his youth when any female earth pony who caught his eyes was his for the taking.

Duneyrr felt himself getting close to orgasm. Grabbing the palomino's head, he sank his fingers into her thick heavy mane and drove himself right up to the balls in her mouth, while at the same time activating the link between the siphon room and Equestria. If he had gauged the princess right, and if she’d been smart enough to find his trail of breadcrumbs, over two hundred years of preparation were about to bear fruit. Soon he’d have a hornless alicorn on her knees sucking his cock, while he handed the earth pony over to his son and his guards to be properly trained.

Seeing the mirror brighten as the connection became active, Duneyrr found his anticipation of the expression on the abomination’s face when she saw this little scenario more than he could stand. Pulling back out of the earth pony’s throat he unloaded the full contents of his overfilled balls into her unready mouth.

He had a hard time deciding which had the most entertainment potential. Watching the earth pony choke on his load, spraying spunk out the side of her mouth and nose, or witnessing the the abomination’s reaction to it.

Celestia ignored the scene in front of her. She focused all her attention on thrusting her magic through the flaw she had discovered. To her horror she felt the strands of energy being sucked out of her control before they even got close to the captive pony. Duneyrr’s trap was potent indeed. She redoubled her efforts. Despair filled her heart as she began to worry that her sacrifice might end up being for naught. Then, just as she felt her stamina start to fade she detected four bright sparks at Applejack’s location. Desperately, she latched onto those tags and through them to the pony they were attached to. With a wrench, she activated the teleport she had prepared.

Even as she yanked Applejack away from Duneyrr Celestia stifled a scream as the geis woven into her magic activated and disconnected her from her alicorn magic. Pain flooded through her, and her vision grew dim, but even as she felt herself being ripped in two she sensed her other self being drawn down the link and into Duneyrr’s trap instead of simply dissipating into the void. A feeling of triumph filled her even as she consciousness faded and she collapsed into the arms of her sister.

Duneyrr realized something had gone wrong with his plan when the earth pony mare vanished right off of his dick, leaving him clutching empty air, and spraying his last few shots of spunk across the room.

“What, no, that’s impossible,” he cried out, spinning in place looking for the alicorn that had to be in the room with him. A remote teleport retrieval across the magical barrier was impossible. He had calculated the energy requirements. The abomination had to come here herself if she wished to retrieve the earth pony.

Suddenly the hundreds of female unicorn horns bonded to the solid stone ceiling; part of the actual roots of the mountain Duneyrr’s castle was built again, began to pulse with magic. One after another they went from looking like dead bone to glowing so brightly they appeared translucent.

Duneyrr craned his head back and watched wide eyed. His angry expression turning to one of glee. “Yes, you thought you’d beaten me, bitch. I may not have gotten you but I’ve caught your magic.

More and more of the horns grew bright as the glow spread from one side of the room to the other, until every single horn was incandescent. Duneyrr watched in disbelief as the accumulated magic far exceeded his wildest dreams. “Incredible. How could a female contain so much power?” he asked himself in wonder.

Just then he felt Caridoon go out of phase with the outside world. No doubt the awareness that watched over the valley had decided the massive influx of energy was some sort of prison break, and had taken steps to stop it. That was fine. More than fine. He’d gotten what he wanted, and now he’d have months, maybe years, to master the magic he had stolen from the abomination before her bitch of a sister managed to crack the shell that protected him.

With any luck the theft of her magic had killed the abomination. Even if it hadn’t it would leave her so diminished that she’d be helpless to counter his plans. Whatever the case might be with Caridoon out of phase with the rest of the world Equestria was helpless to strike back against him. And while he rested here safe and secure the events he had set in motion in Equestria would further corrupt their ability to defend themselves when the time came.

Unable to resist, Duneyrr reached out and tried to draw some of the massive energy into himself. He had waited for this for so long. Now at last he was going to get what he should have gotten all those centuries ago.

There was a flare of incredible pain and he was flung across the room. He crashed right through one of the fake walls he had erected, and into the real, very solid, stone wall behind it. He flattened against the unyielding surface, before falling over backward in a heap. On top of his head his formerly pristine white horn was a dull black and it’s former perfect shape twisted and deformed. A thread of smoke ascending from the tip.

On the ceiling the hundreds of horns flickered, some turning darker, some brighter, until for just a moment the contrasting shades seemed to form a feminine face that looked down on the fallen king with an expression of malicious glee before fading away.

Applejack had been struggling for the air she could not get with a cock shoved down her throat, and had quickly tried to grab all she could when the king drew back enough to open her airways. Instead of much needed air, she’d gotten a mouthful of unicorn spunk. She’d gagged as the glutinous substance went down the wrong way. As more jets of sperm followed the first, her cheeks puffed out from the large quantities he was shooting into her body. It leaked past her lips where they were wrapped around Duneyrr’s cock and some even jetted out of her nose.

Lack of air made Applejack’s vision grey and she felt the world spin. Duneyrr’s grip on her hair vanished and she fell forward onto her knees hacking and coughing. Sperm and spit drooled out of her mouth and down her chin. Some of the pearlescent slime continued to cling to her skin as it ran down the outside of her throat to the top of her breasts. The rest dripped in long streamers down onto the floor.

A hand took hold of Applejack’s upper arm, and she regained enough awareness of her situation to realize she was no longer a captive to the unicorn’s magic. “Got you! You bastard!” Applejack gurgled as she reared up and drove a fist straight into the bastard’s balls.

Instead of impacting on the soft vulnerable undercarriage of her rapist Applejack’s fist thudded into the hard solid inner thigh muscles of a pony tall enough that her fist missed his balls by a good six inches.

A familiar deep voice let out a pained, “Dang it, girl.” just before she was hauled up off the floor and into a rib cracking full body hug. Applejack struggled, her fogged mind unable to understand she was safe. She tried to drive a knee up between the legs of the male holding her. He circumvented this by pulling her in even tighter, lifting her right off her hooves. One thick muscular arm was wrapped around the small of her back while a large calloused hand cupped her left ass cheek and used it as a handle to pull her up tight against himself. The thick fingers digging deep into her ass crack and pulling her cheek to the side exposing her sex to anyone who might have had the proper angle to enjoy the sight.

“Though we’d lost you,” the familiar voice of her big brother rumbled in her ear, the cadence and tone indicating he was on the verge of breaking into tears.

Applejack slowly relaxed as her mind finally caught up with events and she realized it was over. She was safe and secure. Right where she wanted to be. In the arms of her big brother. She snuggled up against him, reveling in the feeling of his hand squeezing her ass in reaction to her movements.

For just a moment Applejack imagined she could feel a heavy bulge in the front of her brother’s pants. She twisted against him in reaction; until she forced herself to stop. This was the real Big Mac, not some figment of her perverted imagination. His only reaction to feeling her dry humping him was going to be acute embarrassment. She settled for simply relaxing into his hug, the pressure in her mind easing as she accepted that she was home. She was safe.

A sudden sharp pinch in her left nipple informed Applejack that she had brought a few souvenirs along with her from Caridoon.

“Son of a salespony,” Mac swore as a sudden sharp pain jabbed into his right pectoral. Despite the sudden pain, he was reluctant to release his hold on his sister. Only when Applejack made a whimper of pain herself did he relent and set her down. He quickly spotted the reason for his sudden sharp pain, and Applejack’s cry of distress. A pair of two-inch long golden needles had been shoved through the base of both of her nipples. He growled angrily in his throat at this further evidence of the abuse his sister had suffered at the hands of another stallion. Without thinking he reached out to pull the objects free of her body.

The pain in Applejack’s breast wasn't’ as bad as it might have been. She reached up to rub the source only to be reminded by the prick of a sharp barb why she didn’t want to disturb the needle that was causing it. Then she spotted Big Mac reaching toward her tits. As much as she would have liked to think he was reaching in for a feel she feared his targets were the two golden needles. She stepped back away from him holding out her hands in a stop gesture. Her warning was unnecessary as someone else had already noticed her brother’s intentions and was taking steps to stop them.

“No! Master Mac must not,” a shrill voice called out. The next instant, much to Applejack’s bemusement, a small female deer had latched onto Big Mac’s arm. As soon as she was sure Big Mac had stopped the little doe dropped to the floor and pressed her forehead against the tiles while crying out, “This cunt is sorry. This cunt is ashamed. But this cunt can not let Master Mac touch those evil things. Master Mac’s sister will be hurt if Master Mac pulls on the evil, evil, things.”

Applejack stared at the small slave girl who had been Rasmus’s shadow all the time he’d been in the castle. And then she looked at her brother. Strange emotions roiled inside her as she quirked an eyebrow and asked, “Master Mac?”

A sudden gentle tug on her nipples caused Applejack to look away from her brother and down at her chest, just in time to see the two needles slide free of her flesh and float across the room to land in the outstretched hand of Princess Luna.

“I’m sure you won’t mind me removing these for you, Applejack,” Luna said.

Applejack heaved a sigh of relief at being freed of the threat the needles represented. “Thank you kindly, princess. Can’t say I’m sorry to see the last of those things.” She tugged off the bracelets on her wrists and held them out to Luna. “Here, you all might want to take these as well.”

Luna floated the wrist binding to herself as Applejack reached up and tugged at the black collar around her neck. “Now if you could just relieve me of this. I’d be plumb grateful.”

“Your brother would likely have better luck with that. I’d have to destroy it to remove it.”

“Me?” Big Mac asked, looking at Applejack, and trying to not let his eyes wander below neck level.

No one paid any attention to the sound of distress Bother made at the idea of taking a girl’s collar off; with no intention of replacing it with another.

“Just take hold of it and want it to come off,” Luna said.

A moment later Big Mac slipped the collar free of his sister’s neck. He held it for a moment, as if reluctant to let it go, and then held it out toward Luna.

“No, you keep it for now. You never know when you might need it,” Luna told him.

“Is Princess Celestia alright?” Big Mac asked, remembering suddenly that Luna had been worried about the spell her sister was going to use.

Luna didn’t speak for a moment, then she sighed, and said, “She is greatly weakened, but will recover, given time. Her guards have taken her to a room where she can rest undisturbed. I’m going to go check on her now. Why don’t you and Bother escort your sister to your room. I’m sure she wishes to clean up. I’ve had the maids move Applejack’s clothing from her old room, as well as her hat, which was found in the corridor after lord Rasmus abducted her.

“You found my hat?” Applejack exclaimed. Her voice choked up as she continued, “Ah thought I’d lost it for good.” Tear started to run down her cheeks, and she dashed them away with the back of her hand. “Dang. Look at me. Crying over a stupid old hat. Guess I oughta go get it. My head’s felt plumb undressed without it the last few days.”

She turned to leave the room, pausing only when Luna gave a cough and floated a robe over to her. Applejack flushed slightly and wrapped the fluffy garment around her. “Sorry. Don’t know where my head is at. Got so used to not wearing anything. I plumb didn’t even think about it.”

Luna watched the farm ponies, and Bother, leave, a worried frown on her face. Applejack’s behavior was peculiar, to say the least. And worrying. She gave herself a shake to dispel her worries. There was going to be time enough for that later. For now the important thing was to check up on her sister and see how she was doing.

Author's Note

One last chapter, the epilogue and some teasers, to go before this story wraps up and I can move on to the next stage of this universe creation.

If you want to have some input into the building of this universe and have not already done so you might want to join The Caridoon Project group

Applejacked ch8: Epilogue, and teasers

Applejacked, ch8: Epilogues and teasers

Canterlot Castle was a large edifice filled with vacant spaces few ponies other than the cleaning staff ever visited. Even though it had been built after Luna had been banished to the moon it had been constructed to hold two entirely separate royal courts, the day court and the night court.

Despite having her own designated dwelling Luna had declined to move into her section of the castle. Instead she took a suite of rooms in her sister’s section. The idea of rattling around in a mostly vacant part of the castle had held little attraction to her after her return from banishment. Eventually she knew she would accumulate staff and need the extra space but for the time being it was unnecessary and she far preferred to minimize the distance between her and Tia.

Now Luna had a good reason to make use of that largely vacant section of the castle.

Keeping the existence of her sister’s condition a secret from Equestria in general, and the government in particular, was absolutely vital. The chaos that would result if they were to find out that the pony who had lead them for three thousand years was no longer capable of doing so did not bear thinking of.

Dis and Jot, her sister’s personal guards had whisked Tia to the suite of rooms that had been set aside for when Luna eventually decided she wanted to make use of her personal court. They were clean and fully supplied. The linen on the beds was changed weekly and the small pantry and kitchen kept stocked with non-perishable snacks.

Luna stood next to one of the massive beds that were provided with the suite looking down at the teenage earth pony laying on top of the covers The pony was dressed in Celestia’s dress, which enveloped her like a blanket. The young pony had a soft golden hide, the color of a perfect summer day, and her mane and tail were russet with streaks of darker gold. She was exquisite but except for the dress there was nothing that would make anyone think she was the Princess of the Sun. Which in truth, seeing as she was no longer an alicorn, she was not.

The change had been anticipated, along with several other possibilities, many of them far more dire than the current one. The truly puzzling thing to Luna was why Tia was an earth pony. Her sister had been born a unicorn and in this case the loss of her alicorn magic should have returned her to that state.

As if she was reading Luna’s mind Dis, the unicorn guard blurted out, “I don’t understand. Why did the princess change,” This earned her a disgusted look from her partner, Jot the pegasus, for her lack of control.

Luna was not usually one to talk merely to fill a silence but she felt the need to explain, if only to take her mind off of the reality in front of her for a few moments and her fear that Tia might never wake up. “You need several things to become an Alicorn,” she said in a detached tone of voice. “The first is the blood of all three pony races. That was very rare when my sister and I were born. Secondly to perform some act of great will, courage, or skill, in order to attract the attention of an orphan mana cluster.”

Seeing the puzzled looks that last statement got from the two guards, Luna explained. “No pony knows for sure just where Mana clusters come from. Starswirl the Bearded speculated that when a god fades away or dies their magic often remains. A cohesive collection of magic with a limited amount of self-awareness. In the early days every tribe had their own gods, sometimes hundreds of them. As those earlier tribes formed into larger groups and nations many of those gods were no longer needed or remembered and they faded away, leaving only the magic that had once given them form.

“The theory goes that It is possible to attract the attention of such an energy collective by resonating with some aspect of the original owner. It takes a pony with a very powerful will to do so.”

Luna paused, her face twisting into a grimace of remembered pain. “The last requirement is the ability to survive attracting that attention. It is why my sister spent so much effort preparing Princess Twilight for her ascension.”

Luna sighed at the mention of her sister. “It was the loss of her mana collective that did this to my sister. My sister, foolishly, allowed a geis, a magical contract, to be attached to her source energy. If she violated the conditions, in this case using her magic outside of Equestria, it caused the dispersal of that energy. She is now as she was the day she first ascended to Alicorn status.” Luna saw no reason to complicate the issue by mentioning Tia’s former unicorn nature.

“Will she recover?” Jot asked anxiously, and then flushed at her temerity.

“She will die,” Luna said flatly. Both guards looked stricken. Luna waited a moment before continuing so that they would for at least a moment understand her pain “In another seventy or eighty years.”

“But that’s--” Dis started to say, but was cut off by Luna.

“A normal pony lifespan. I will have her for a scant handful of years more and then I’ll lose her, forever.”

“No you won’t,” the young earth pony said suddenly, her eyes popping open and a slightly manic grin appearing on her face. All three ponies surrounding her bed startled backward slightly at her sudden resurrection, and the expression on her face.

“Tia?” Luna asked. Her mind filled with questions caused by her sister’s statement.

“It worked, Luna. It actually worked. I’m so sorry I couldn’t tell you. The odds were so slim, but it worked. It really did,” Celestia babbled, her words coming a mile a minute while if anything the wild look in her eyes increased.

“Yes Tia. We know. Applejack is safe and with her brother now.” Luna said, keeping her voice in the talking to crazy people range.

For a moment the young pony on the bed looked puzzled, then her expression cleared as she raised herself up so she was kneeling on her bed. “I knew that, sister. It was a very close thing, but for some reason King Duneyrr had attached some form of jewelry to Applejack that allowed me to sense her far more easily than I otherwise would have been able to.”

Tia, acting very much like the young teenager she now appeared fairly bounced on the bed from impatience as she continued. “That’s not what I meant. My magic! It wasn’t dispersed as we feared it would be! Duneyrr’s trap collected and contained it! All I have to do is get to it and I can re-absorb it. I can restore myself. Best of all I will no longer have the restriction of the geis holding me back. That means I’ll be able to operate with impunity in Caridoon.”

For a moment Luna didn’t understand fully what her sister was saying. She just felt a sense of relief that her sister was not going to be taken away from her anytime soon. Then the full implication of Tia’s words hit her. Anger at her sister for not letting her in on this part of her plan, no matter how slim the chances of success had been, flooded through her. She’d been eating herself up with anticipated grief ever since Tia had revealed her intentions. For nothing. A grim faced Luna suddenly remembered the promise she had made to her sister the day before.

“Ladies, would you mind leaving us alone for a few minutes?” Luna said to the two guards.

While Luna’s request was voiced as a question neither guard was under any illusion that they had any choice in the matter. Luna turned to her sister and asked, “Tia do you recall what I promised to do to you for forcing me to accept this stupid plan?

As the two guards hastily left the room they heard princess Celestia cry out. “Luna, what are you doing? Luna, no, you can’t.”

“Oh, do you really think so? I think I can, Tia. Let’s see which of us is right.”

Just as the door closed behind the two guards they heard the distinctive sound of an open palm splatting against a bare ass cheek followed by a cry of pain and mortification.

“Was that okay?” Dis asked. “Leaving Princess Celestia alone with her? Princess Luna looked pretty mad.”

“Think, Dis. What did they tell us at the academy about getting into the middle of a domestic dispute when there was no obvious risk to life or limb?”

Dis thought for a moment, and then tentatively said, “Don’t?”

“Exactly,” Jot said.

Dis was more than familiar enough with her partner to detect that Jot was repressing serious annoyance, and a certain amount of satisfaction. Thinking about how devastated she herself had been for the last hour; something she would have been spared if only the Princess of the Sun had been more open about what she intended, Dis found that she was not as sympathetic as she might have been in regard to Princess Celestia’s current plight.

“You idiot,” Lord Rasmus railed at his father as the much older Unicorn sat in his throne with an ice pack held against the base of his newly blackened horn. It had been two days since he had hauled his father’s sorry ass out of ‘that’ room. Neither he nor any other male had been in it since.

“What are you going on about, Rasmus? And, please, do try to keep it down.”

“I’m going on about you making your big score, and costing us everything. We’ve lost the farm pony. Caridoon is shut off from the outside world for who knows how long. And to top off this shit sandwich the magic you did manage to steal is useless. It rejected you. It rejects everyone.” He looked at his father’s blackened and distorted horn with loathing as he said this. “Don’t even think of asking me to try and access it after what it did to you,” Rasmus added, gesturing toward his father’s deformed horn. “And don’t ask me or any other male to enter that room again.” Rasmus shuddered. Things happened to males who entered that place. Terrible things.” He squirmed in memory of the wedgie he had received while dragging his father out. He’d been picking linen out of his ass crack for hours afterwards.

“Rasmus, Rasmus. Why is it you can never see the big picture. This is why none of your plans extend beyond getting your hands on the next interesting slave girl to debauch.”

“Father, father. How about letting me in on the big picture for once,” Rasmus mocked the king.

“All you have to do is look at what we have accomplished. We have taken the abomination out of the picture. She was the only true obstacle to our goals. Maybe we can’t use the magic, But she can’t either. That is, if she even survived the loss of such a large proportion of herself.”

Rasmus looked disgusted. “You act like this was all part of some grand scheme of yours. I think you’re just claiming credit for whatever happens and trying to make it all seems like it’s all going according to plan.”

“Really? Do you remember that tale I told you about the last major gryphon war? The one where they ate Celestia’s diplomatic representatives?”

“Of course. I don’t know why you insisted on telling it to me. Or insisting I throw it in her face during our first meeting. The whole thing was a waste of good female flesh. They should have made the mares their bitches and spent the next dozen years filling them with gryphon sperm instead of filling their bellies once.”

“Quiet. You wanted to know if I really plan in the long term. What would you say if I told you the entire revolution came about after one of my representatives slipped a little something into the aerie master’s drink, and a few words into the ear of his main opponent?”

“I’d call bullshit. What could you possibly gain from that?”

“I could scare the crap out of every country that surrounds Equestria. I could make their leaders more than interested in a proposal that the abomination neuter her ability to use her magic outside her country. A proposal they acted on, and the foolish abomination, who was filled with self-loathing at the time, agreed to. That all led to this point in time when she activated that magical contract by using her magic inside Caridoon. The result of which was the total loss of her power, and my gaining it. That is what long range planning can do for you.”

“So why all the other schemes and plans when you had this perfect plan in motion?” Rasmus said sarcastically.

“Because anyone of them might have worked, and given us an even greater advantage. Just as the war I instigated with the Gryphons could have resulted in a lucky arrow taking the abomination out of the picture. Never put all your eggs in one basket. Never rely on just one grand throw of the dice winner take all because if you throw craps you lose it all. Even now, other moves I put into action decades ago are coming into play to take advantage of the abomination no longer being on the throne. Even with that bitch of a sister back in the picture the populace will be desperate for a strong leader they can trust.”

“Yes. What about the sister? I never met her, but the ponies who dropped by my suite to screw my slave girl were scared to death of her. According to them she’s not nearly as nice as her sister.”

“Oh she is a nasty piece of work. No mistake about that. But I have a little trump card all ready for that little slave slut. Something she won’t be expecting until I slip it around her neck and reclaim my property.”

“And what is that?”

“A collar woven from her own tail and mane hair, and soaked in her blood and sexual juices. With caribou and zebra magic woven throughout it. Once it’s around her neck she’ll be mine again. And this collar she won’t find so easy to shred.”

“And how are you going to get it on her? She’s in Equestria, and we’re trapped here in Caridoon for the next fifty or more years.”

“Oh, please. I have her sister’s magic. She’s an alicorn and she’s motivated. We just scared the crap out of her. There is no way she can just let that slide. I expect it will be less than a decade before she cracks the barrier trapping us all in this valley like an eggshell.”

The rather dour expression on Duneyrr’s face turned almost gleeful. “Unlike her sister, she won’t hesitate to charge right in without looking. With an army right behind her unless I miss my guess. They’ll have to go through the entire country to get to us. And is so doing they’ll face all the other tribes along the way. The ponies from Equestria won’t hesitate for an instant in attacking such evil wicked monsters. And just like that, all those tribes that despise us will be our new best friends. And just about that time Caridoon’s magic will start affecting Luna’s troops. If she’s stupid enough to bring in a mixed gender army most of her stallions will be raping the females before the first week is out. Making them easy prey for our new allies.

Luna is much like you. She’s going to think my trap room is my only ace. That if she comes cross-country at me she’ll be safe. Believe me, I have plans for that proud beauty she won’t see coming until after I’ve slipped my collar around her neck.

“And when that happens all those mercenaries that have been eating us out of house and home will march into an Equestria made defenseless by the loss of most of their army and make it mine. If those seeds I gave you have had a chance to mature, it will be all the easier. Any pony who’s eaten the fruit from those trees will already be a victim of Caridoon’s curse.”

Duneyrr smiled in satisfaction. “It’s all coming together. After centuries of planning I’ll finally correct the mistake my father made when he didn’t drown my mongrel of a half-sister at birth.” At Rasmus’s puzzled expression he laughed.

“That’s right. I never did tell you. The abomination is, or was, my half-sister. The viper that father took away from her earth pony hovel and brought into our very home when she was born a unicorn. The traitor who betrayed the Unicorn tribe after she manifested as the abomination.”

Rasmus could only stare at his father, not sure if he was being fed yet another line of total bullshit, or if what Duneyrr was saying was the actual truth.

“Is something the matter, Princess Luna?” Applejack asked. “You look a little green. Was I being too blunt?” Applejack had been talking with the princess for over two hours, going over her experience in Caridoon. Not just what had happened to her, but everything she had observed. She was embarrassed to realize she might have gotten a bit too explicit in her descriptions. She was a farm pony after all. Certain realities of life were common place for her. But the princess was, well a princess.

“No. No at all. I’ve found your information most informative. It must have been something I ate. My stomach just turned over for some reason. What about you? You look a bit flushed. Maybe it was the tea?”

Applejack was feeling a bit heated, and not just around the face. Reliving her experience had proven more stimulating that she was comfortable remembering. Especially as she tended to remember all her fantasies about her brother while discussing the events that had caused them. Not that she’d confessed using him in that way to the Princess. It was just that for the last two nights she’d had dreams where he featured prominently. No doubt caused in part because of what she knew he was getting up to with his own little personal sex-slave in the bedroom next to hers, thanks to walls that were not quite as thick as maybe they should have been.

And hadn’t that been a kick in the gut, to find out her girl-shy big brother had not only acquired a sex-slave but had every intention of keeping her. Well, that wasn’t the surprising part. He’d always been a sucker for injured Everfree critters. She wasn’t surprised he’d taken the waif like doe under his arm. What was shocking was that he was having sex with her. Loud, violent, frequent sex. That Applejack would never have believed possible.

Applejack would have liked to lie, to blame her flushed appearance on the temperature in the room, but it went against her inherent personal honesty. Besides, if anyone would not hold dark impulses against her, it would be the princess.

“No, twernt the tea, Princess,” Applejack said. “The truth is… well, the truth, I sort of get a bit excited remembering some of it.” She wasn’t just flushed now she felt like her face was about to catch fire. “They slipped me some sort of a drug while I was there and I guess it ain’t worked it’s way out just yet.”

“Interesting. Especially given what I’ve been reading in your medical report,” Luna said mildly.

Applejack was happy that the princess didn’t seem disgusted by her confession. But then she parsed what Luna had just said. “Mah medical report?” Applejack asked, feeling a sudden dread. The doctors here at the castle had poked and prodded every where she’d been poked and prodded in Caridoon, and then some. “Have they all found something wrong?” she asked in a voice laced with worry.

“It’s hard to say. They found enzymes in your body fluids they’ve only seen twice before. Bother, your brother’s… friend, has them as well. You may have noticed that Bother is a bit enthusiastic about physical contact?”

She’d screw a snake if it stood still long enough, was what Applejack wanted to say, but she settled on a wry, “Yeah, I’ve noticed she’s a might enthusiastic about doing the nasty with Big Mac.”

Thinking about those two, Applejack gave silent thanks that her big brother was more discreet than the males back in Caridoon and didn’t bend the horny little thing over the nearest object whenever the urge took him but went off to do whatever he and Bother did in private. Remembering that made Applejack think about what Luna had said, and her eyes widened. “Hold on, are you all saying these ensign things is making me hot to trot? Putting me into heat? It ain’t a drug?”

“Enzymes. And the doctors are not saying that just noting their presence. It is likely those chemical traces are not directly responsible, if anything at all is. They may merely be evidence of whatever is actually causing your condition.” Luna gave a sigh of frustration. “As you may have noticed, Doctors tend to dislike making definite statements of fact.

“But, from my interview with Bother, and now with you, it is clear that the males in Caridoon seem to have an unusually high sexual drive. Brother firmly believes that if a male does not get sexual relief several times a day he’ll suffer severe discomfort. That might just be her own indoctrination but from your own story it seems there might be some justification for her believing that. It is possible that living in Caridoon, eating the food, being affected by its magic, might be the reason for how they behave. It seems unlikely this could only affect the males. Therefore it is only logical to think that females would be affected in some way as well.”

Applejack wasn’t sure how to take that. On the one hand, it had been sort of a relief to be able to blame being constantly horny on some outside force. In this case a drug. But if it wasn’t a drug but something that was now a part of her now, was it ever going to get better? Or, would it only get worse? Did females in Caridoon have to have sex? Like the males did? “Does this mean I’ll get sick if I don’t get a regular dose of dick?” Applejack blurted out.

With great reluctance, Luna confessed,” That is a possibility I’m afraid. We have no way of knowing for sure, until you do or don’t suffer such ill effects. For now all I can tell you is to be aware of the possibility and how it might affect you when you’re around males you find attractive. You might consider finding yourself a coltfriend, or two, to take the edge off.”

A few days before Applejack would have felt outrage at being thought of as the sort of pony who’d keep more than one stallion on her leash, and only for the sex. Now she just winced as she imagined the months to come. Her all alone on the farm with nothing but her latest toy for company while next door in his room Big Mac was sticking his dick in Bother anywhere it would fit. Having a few stallions around to scratch her itch didn’t seem so shameless all of a sudden. Too bad there were no males in Ponyville that came anywhere close to matching Big Mac in terms of desirability, or potential.

“While we’re on the topic. I should likely talk about Big Mac,” Luna said.

Applejack gaped at the princess, for just a moment thinking the princess was talking about him in the context of a potential coltfriend. As if she already wasn’t walking on eggshells around him. Applejack quickly realized that couldn’t be the case. Could it?

To Applejack’s relief Luna point had nothing to do with using Big Mac as a source of her personal relief, as she explained, “This is a delicate subject but you do need to know about it. You know we intended; if it were necessary, for Big Mac to go to Caridoon and select an owner for you. In this case a male who would have accompanied him on the trip for that very reason. Unfortunately I decided that Big Mac would not be able to make the trip successfully given his mental state at that time. His shyness around mares is well known to anyone who has spent more than five minutes with him. Such an attitude in Caridoon would not make him many friends and he would have needed at least the respect, if not the friendship, of the males there to have any chance of saving you.

For that reason my sister and I were against allowing him to make the trip. Instead we merely intended to use his going there as a delaying tactic while we devised another means of rescuing you.” Luna’s face twisted in an an angry scowl. “In the end it didn’t even work as we intended, which was to force the King and Rasmus to keep their hands off of you. Well, I don’t have to tell you that.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Applejack, her tone filled with loathing for the oath-breakers who had violated her. “But, what about Big Mac?”

“Well, after we made it clear why a decent stallion would fare badly in Caridoon he followed me to my room and asked if there wasn’t something I could do to make him more suitable for the role.”

“Ah knew it. Ah knew there had to be some reason he was suddenly so frisky,” Applejack burst out.

“Yes. Well. Clearly you’ve guessed that I agreed to help him. Your brother is a very strong stallion with a very aggressive nature when his passion is roused. I think you can remember that incident from when he was working part time for Filthy Rich?”

Applejack flushed, remembering the six stallions who had tried to gang-rape her and what her brother had done to them. It had been terrifying seeing her brother lose it like that. But knowing it was all for her had fueled many a dream in the years since that incident. “Yeah, I can remember. “He took them apart like they weren’t nothing but a bunch of horseflies.”

“That incident, and the emotions it roused, scared your brother, and made him afraid of his own strength and what he might do to a mare if he got too excited. I helped him remove those barriers. I can assure you he no longer has any hesitation in that regard.”

“You don’t have to tell me. I’ve seen the way that little doe looks when she comes out of his bedroom,” Applejack said. “she looks like she was rode hard and put up wet,” she didn’t bother to add, and looked like she enjoyed every inch of it, the little slut.

“The problem is that a pony’s mind is not something you just fiddle with casually. I helped your brother remove mental blocks he had put up himself. I can’t simply replace them with one’s I’ve created. That would be a form of mind control. And not justified. Big Mac is still himself. He still loves his family. He still has a kind soul.

“But your brother no longer fears his sexuality and he’s unlikely to ignore any mare who waves her tail in his face trying to get a reaction from him. This would be bad enough if her intent was to actually bed him, but if her intent was to merely tease, she could find herself in trouble. You might want to keep an eye on him once you get back to the farm. I think Bother will do a good job of keeping him from going looking for mares. And I don’t think he’d actually rape anyone. Still, you might want to make sure he does not spend time alone with a mare you think might lure him into action he might regret later. At least until he’s had time to adjust to his new unrestrained urges.”

Applejack couldn’t help herself. Her mind wandered to all the times on the farm she could expect to be alone with her brother. Would he care if she was his sister? Would he be like the males in Caridoon? Would all she be to him was just be a convenient set of holes to sink his cock into? She hated the way that idea lodged in her brain as if it was something to be anticipated instead of dreaded.

“Applejack?” Luna said loudly, and the farm pony realized the princess had been trying to get her attention for a few moments.

Applejack shook off her dazed expression and returned from the place her imagination had suddenly sent her. “Right, right. I’ll keep an eye on Big Mac,and make sure he’s never alone in the barn with some cock-hungry mare. Less I’m sure she can handle what he’s got to dish out,” she couldn’t help adding.

Shaking her head to dispel her current thoughts, Applejack gave Luna a serious look. “I got one right important question, Princess. Are you going to let them git away with what they did? I ain’t asking for myself,” She hastily added. “I wouldn’t want any ponies getting themselves hurt maybe even killed on my account. But those bastards were aiming at Princess Celestia the whole time. And they got her, sort of. I reckon there ain’t no way you’re going to let that stand.”

Luna didn’t speak for a few seconds. She just looked at Applejack as if measuring her. At last she gave a nod and said. “I won’t ask you to conceal what happened to you from your friends. What you tell them is up to you. But I would ask that you keep this aspect of the situation from them. Yes. I am going to retaliate. But I wish most strongly to avoid using Twilight and your friends as part of it. I can think of no way we can send any pony into that country and not have them be infected with the same condition you now suffer from.”

“But I already got that,” Applejack broke in. “Seems selfish for me to stay home safe when some other pony who ain’t yet caught a case of the hornies goes and gets it. You can count me in. When you decide where and when, you just let me know and I’ll be there.”

“I have already considered that point.” Luna said. “When my plans are made, I will give you a chance to be a part of it. If you still wish to at that time.”

“Oh, you can bet your last bit I’ll be still wanting a chance to kick some evil unicorn horn,” Applejack promised Luna with a grim look on her face.”

Big Mac sat nervously in his chair across from Princess Luna, afraid to move in case the fragile looking thing should splinter under his butt and drop him onto the floor.

“So, you see, Big Mac. While we can’t be sure, it is possible that your sister has been infected by whatever it is in Caridoon that makes the males so sexually aggressive. She has the same enzymes in her body fluids as Bother. We don’t think females in Caridoon have to have sex, but we’re not sure,” Luna said. The princess’s expression turned thoughtful and she suggested, “You could try not having sex with Bother for a week or so and see how she reacts?”

Big Mac winced. “Poor little bit be sure I was about to get rid of her if I did that, begging the princess’s pardon. Even if I explained why I don’t reckon it would make much difference. Tell the truth, Princess. I’m a might afraid of what she might do to convince me to keep her if I cut her off to that way.”

“I understand. Well, all I can say is keep an eye on your sister. I don’t like to suggest this, but if she shows signs of being desperate for sex maybe you could find a suitable male to scratch her itch? One who wouldn’t hold her need for rough sexual play against her.”

“Wait, what?” Big Mac exclaimed, as his mind tried to deal with two separate issues. One that he pimp out his sister, and the other that she’d need less than gentle loving if he did so.

“Ah, sorry, I hadn’t covered that with you yet. There has been some speculation that because of the sort of sex she experienced when the magic were introduced into her body it is possible she has imprinted on that sort of sex and will crave more of it. Please understand. It’s not her fault. Based on what scanty information we have it seems that whatever or whoever created Caridoon, they made sure the prisoners would be distracted from anything other than sex. Make love not war taken to the extreme.”

Big Mac didn’t really hear Luna’s last few sentences. His mind was far away, in the barn back home, standing behind his sister who was bent over a pile of hay bales, her shorts pulled down around her ankles as he lined his cock up on her drooling sex.

“Mac? Big Mac?”

“Ah, sorry. Was just trying to think if I know any male who’d be suitable,” Big Mac babbled, while shifting in his seat in an attempt to ease the tightness in his pants.

To distract himself from the images that kept trying to push into his head he asked, “Are you going to let them git away with what they did, to Applejack, and the Princess?”

“No, and I assume that you will want to be part of any retaliation I mount?. Even if the result would see you infected with the same condition as Bother and you sister?”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said without a moment's hesitation.

Luna sat back in her chair after Big Mac had left and let out a sigh. “Well, that’s all I can do for them. Outside of out and out ordering them to screw each other till they can’t walk straight to get it out of their system.”

Sometimes having to hold what she learned in dreams totally confidential was a pain. It would have been so much easier to bring both ponies together and tell them. “Look, for the last two years I’ve been back all either one of you has been dreaming about is screwing each other senseless. Get yourself a room and get it out of your system for Equestria’s sake.”

Luna gave a sigh, and turned her mind to something far more important, in that it had potential consequences that could affect all of Equestria. Applejack had never asked her who besides Bother had the telltale enzymes. Saving Luna from having to confess that it was herself.

She’d had herself tested the moment the report on Applejack crossed her desk. And, just as she had feared, the telltale trace was there.

That could potentially be very bad. Or on the other hand, it might actually be a good thing. The evidence for both possibilities came from the same source. The Elements of Harmony had clearly not been able to purge the effects of being in Caridoon from her system. Which meant that there was no cure possible. But, if you looked at it another way. The Elements had not purged it because they had not seen it as anything corrupting and evil in its own right. In addition, it did not seem to be sexually transmitted. Despite how often Mac had seeded Bother in the last three days he showed no sign at all of the contamination. That was something she planned to have monitored to see if it changed.

Luna wasn’t actually positive the enzymes had any real effect other than proving a female had spent time in Caridoon. True the only three known carriers all had what normal ponies would call perverted sexual inclinations. But Bother was raised in Caridoon culture and Luna knew from Applejack’s dreams that she’d had such inclinations long before she’d been kidnapped. As for herself. While it was true she hadn’t been half the pervert her older sister was when she first visited Caridoon that experience might have just unlocked something that was already there not created it.

Still, there was Applejack’s behavior since being kidnapped. And for that matter Luna’s own since she had been cured of Nightmare Moon. The both of them seemed to take sexual violation in stride. She herself openly adored it. And Applejack’s reaction to her multiple rapes at the hand of Duneyrr and Rasmus seemed no more seriously than she would react to being scammed by Flim and Flam.

Mind you, some of the things that Applejack had dreamed about doing to Flim and Flam might have been judged a tad excessive by a guard pony if she ever actually did them. So maybe that was not a fair comparison.

But that did not change the fact that merely two days after escaping from sexual bondage Applejack was rather gleefully anticipating the possibility that her beloved big brother would rut her till she couldn’t walk. Not exactly a model of mental health if it were to be brought to the attention of the appropriate health professionals. Which Luna had no intention of doing. As far as she was concerned if there was no chance of offspring anything two consenting adult ponies got up to between themselves was no one's business except theirs.

However, benign as the effect seemed, at least as far as females were concerned, it was a cause of concern. When she managed to breach the barrier into Caridoon could she justify sending ponies into that land knowing they would be infected? It didn’t even take her a second to come to an answer. Yes. To save her sister and restore Tia to her former state she’d do anything. Even if in the end it resulted in her being banished back to the moon for abuse of her royal prerogative. If only her sister had been willing to wait. To take time to think up some other alternative. “Damn you, Tia. There had to be some other way. What if I save you and doom Equestria to turn into another Caridoon?”

She reminded herself to give her sister another paddling as soon as her new ‘little’ sister gave her an excuse. Say, by being alone with Luna.

“Thou were most cruel, Luna.” Tia said with a pout as she she squirmed on top of the two feather pillows that were all that were between her and the hard wooden chair Luna had ordered brought into Celestia’s former office. At least some of her annoyance could be ascribed to the fact that Luna was lounging in Celestia’s lovingly crafted, and so very comfortable, office chair.

“Ah, ah, ah. Remember your cover, Sunny Days. It’s Aunt Luna, or do you want another lesson in the proper deportment of a young lady who is not the ruler of Equestria?”

Tia flinched, her ass clenching as she remembered the spanking she’d received this morning when she’d causally ordered some royal guards to allow her passage to her former quarters.

It had been two days since Celestia had been transformed into a simple earth pony, and Luna had found reasons to paddle her bare bottom four times since then. Thankfully in private, though her perverse sister had told her very firmly that could change if Tia didn’t straighten up and get with the program.

It was very frustrating. Celestia knew that she should be able to pull of this imposture with ease. But she found herself constantly forgetting her changed circumstances and otherwise acting in a manner that was not at all like herself. She seemed to be constantly buffeted by surging emotions and wild mood swings. And Luna’s perverse nature seemed to be catching if Celestia’s reaction to her last spanking was any indication.

“I do not know why you must choose that manner of discipline, Aunty Luna. Surely all I need is a reminder that I have slipped out of character. Could you not do that with a quiet word?” Tia asked, flushing as she remembered the stirring between her legs when Luna had dragged her into an empty room for a chat. Celestia shied away from that line of thought. She liked stallions, even if it had been over a thousand years since she’d felt one between her legs.

“Ah, but then, Sunny, I would not have the pleasure of seeing that perfect golden ass of yours turn such a lovely shade of red. Or listen to you squeal in such a delightful manner,” Luna said, directing a predatory smile toward her niece that told the embarrassed pony her sister had not missed her reactions.

Finding herself unable to stop herself from blushing like the innocent filly she now appeared to be, Celestia blustered, “This is payback for my saying your plot was fat the other day, isn’t it, Luna?”

Luna’s grin only widened. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m more perverted than you ever knew,’ Luna replied, feeling amused at Tia’s obvious discomfort. She had never known playing the dom could be so much fun. While she still longed for Big Mac’s rough touch, she had to admit teasing her sister was a fun way to pass what little free time she currently had.

Luna let her smile turn wicked and she fell into the evil role-play that had turned out to be such a success at the last Nightmare Night in Ponyville. “It’s your own fault, Sunny. You don’t seem able to realize that you’re not in charge anymore. If you would just remember that little fact you would not find yourself in need of those pillows.”

Even as she enjoyed watching her little sister squirm Luna’s mind was on other matters. Luna could not help but think about how the excrement was about to hit the fan. Big Mac, Applejack and Bother would be arriving in Ponyville any time now and Luna was under no illusion that Applejack would be able to keep what had happened to her a secret for very long. [Though Luna hoped she’d spare her friends the more graphic details.] Once that came out Twilight would be livid that she had not been informed of the situation or given an opportunity to save Applejack.

Not that Twilight would vent properly. The self-effacing scholar would just repress her inclinations and protest in a very polite and conciliatory way. Really the girl needed to learn to cut loose on other occasions than when her back was against the wall. Mostly, Luna thought, the repressed librarian needed to get laid, thoroughly. But then she thought that about just about every pony she knew. Really, this modern age was so restrictive in regards to what were perfectly natural urges. Her sister being a prime example. What had happened to her lusty sister who used to take on all comers during the spring festival?

Luna’s train of prurient thought was interrupted when Celestia’s secretary, Sharp Pencil, hesitantly push open the door and peek inside. “Mistress Grey is here to see you, Princess Luna,” she said in quavering voice.

The poor dear had been rather traumatised the day before when he had come in without announcing himself and found Sunny Days draped over Luna’s lap as the Princess of the Night gave her spoiled niece a good firm bare-handed spanking.

That particular incident had been sparked by Luna’s discovery that Celestia had informed her secretary; two days before the events that had turned Tia into an earth pony, that she was finally taking the vacation she had been planning for the last fifty years. And that Luna would be in charge until she returned.

Learning just how far ahead of things her sister had planned, without informing Luna, had provided Luna with all the justification she needed to chastise her sister for her lack of sharing.

Her ire had been further aggravated when she’d learned that Tia’s youthful form had been anticipated. The staff had been told to expect a spoiled niece, distantly related, who had been sent to Canterlot to acquire some society polish. Explaining why she was an earth pony and not a unicorn as had been expected had taken some fast talking on Luna’s part. She didn’t really think she’d done a very good job of that. She had more than a sneaking suspicion that the poor prudish secretary thought Sunny was some mare Luna had picked up as a play-toy and decided to pass off as Sunny Days; who had elected to not come to Canterlot after all. Under normal circumstances Luna would have been able to get a lot of amusing mileage out of that. But things were too serious to waste time teasing the help, for now. Later she anticipated lots of fun with the situation.

Luna watched as Mistress Grey slipped silently into her office. If she hadn’t been expecting the mare there was a very good chance Mistress Grey would have been sitting in front of Luna’s desk before she was even aware she’d come in.

The nondescript pony lived up to her name. Neither her appearance or garments were in any way memorable. Her body language was one that would tend to make the eyes slid past her, even if she was the only one in the room with you. She was boredom incarnate.

She was also the head of the Royal guard’s intelligence division. Mistress Grey was her title, not her real name. Occasionally there had been a Mister Grey, but not often.

Luna wasted no time. “A year ago you sent a proposal to my sister to establish a training facility to teach agents and other important individuals how to deal with captivity and intense interrogation.”

It wasn’t a question, but Mrs Gray replied as if it was. “That is correct, Ma’am.”

“You have read the reports on Caridoon?”

“Indeed. A most distressing situation. If I may say, it is a most disturbing culture based on the reports I have seen.”

“I intend to send a substantial infiltration force into it when I manage to breach their natural defenses. Note, I say when, not if.” Luna paused for effect. Mistress Grey’s only response was a calm node of her head.

Luna continued her commentary. “The natural flora of the region and its effect on sentient beings mean that they will require very intense and special training if they are to function, let alone pass, as natives. For a successful infiltration I will have to send in stallions, accompanied by at the very least an equal number of female volunteers to pose as their sex-slaves. They will need to be trained and conditioned and tested to see if they can handle the lifestyle they will need to live while gathering information.” Luna directed a steely gaze at Mistress Grey. “I can’t emphasize this enough. They can’t simply pretend. They will have to fully immerse themselves. Under no circumstances must they give any natives a reason to believe they are not what they seem to be. How soon can you have a facility set up?”

Tia; who had been listening in horror would have protested but she found her mouth clamped shut by Luna’s magic. Mrs Grey was taken aback and shocked, as shown by her eyebrows lifting a fraction of a centimeter. She visibly took control of herself and began considering Luna’s question.

“The Facility will be easy enough. The Corp of Engineers is practiced in setting up temporary army bases in less than a week. There will be special requirements, but we can access experts in the required field as to what those are. I would think we could have the physical aspects completed within two weeks. The real difficulty will be finding trainers, I don’t actually expect any shortage of volunteers for the infiltration itself. There are no shortage of ponies willing to lay down their lives for Equestria, no small number of those will likely be willing to undergo the training you describe.”

Luna gave a tight little smile. “I think you will find that most of your staff have enough experience in trade craft to pull of the role. After all they are not going to have to live the lifestyle full time like the trainees once they are inserted. If matters get too difficult I may be of some help in locating suitable training personnel myself.”

Luna’s expression turned grim. “This is a priority situation. You have leave to place all available resources into getting this facility into operation as soon as possible. As soon as I manage to breach the wall I want at least some ponies ready to go. We can’t insert a huge group at once, so structure the training to produce a dozen or so infiltrators a week once we are up and running.

Only after Mrs Grey had left did Luna let loose the magical binding she had used to silence Tia, who instantly tried to argue against the entire project.

“Luna,” Tia paused at Luna warning look, and then gritted her teeth and continued. “Aunty Luna you can’t! Think of what it will mean to the mares, and stallions, who will be exposed to the curse of that place. If what we suspect is true they’re never going to be able to fully rejoin Equestrian society again.”

Luna glared at her sister. “And yet you have every intention of walking into that viper's nest yourself. With no preparation.” Tia flushed at that shot, but the stubborn look on her face didn’t change. Luna gave a sigh and said, “Fine. Then we will have to be very careful in our selection. The more pair bonding and harem building we can do prior to insertion, the more likely they will be able to transition into at least a semblance of normal life afterwards. Perhaps we can enlist Cadence in matching partners?” Luna asked, more to herself than to her sister.

“No, Sunny,” Luna said when the golden pony would have protested further. “You know this is the only way. We can’t send in the regular guard troops. They’d be out of action within a week due to the nature of that place. We can’t even be sure that the pollen in the air wouldn’t affect them as well. Simply carrying in our own food supplies will not work. They would be easy fodder for the natives. Slow indoctrination and infiltration are the only way we can move a force sufficient for what we wish to do into the country. If we can recruit sufficiently powerful ponies, we should be able to keep the numbers low.”

“You’re going to send in Twilight and her friends aren’t you?” Sunny said in horror.

Luna looked honestly shocked. “Good heavens no! This time we’re going to let the professionals handle it. I intend to keep Twilight and her friends as far away from Caridoon as I can. Duneyrr has already proven he can drain an Alicorn. There is no reason to suppose he might not be able to do something similar with the magic Twilight shares with her friends as well as Twilight’s own personal power.”

“Then I wish to undergo this training as well,” Celestia said firmly. Her eyes lit up in anticipation of the thrill of going undercover on such a dangerous mission.

Luna rolled her eyes at her sister’s expression. Despite her real age, losing such a large part of her persona had left Tia every bit the teenage filly she looked like. All hormones and a certainty of her own invincibility. There was simply no way she could be part of the initial infiltration.

Luna would have to allow Tia into Caridoon eventually. It was the only way she could be restored. But she was damned if she’d allow her sister anywhere near that place before they had a proper infrastructure of infiltrators in place to assure she could simply walk into the room holding her magic without first having to make her way through a gauntlet of rapists.

Still? A thoughtful look crossed Luna’s face. Tia was going to be trouble if Luna tried to just stifle her. Making her think that Luna was going to allow her to participate was to her advantage. It might be a way to keep her sister under control. At least for a little while. “Very well. I will allow you to be trained,” Luna told Tia.

Tia face lit up. “I’ll pack my things right away. I want to be the first recruit at the facility and get a jump on everypony else.”

“Hold on there, niece,” Luna said, holding up a hand to stop Tia. I said I’d allow you to be trained. I did not say I would allow it to happen at the facility. There is too much of a risk that the truth about you might come out in that situation. No. I think it would be best if I oversaw your training myself.”

Luna gave Tia a shark like grin that sent a shiver down the brand new teenager’s back, and Celestia suddenly found herself wondering if placing Luna on the throne was one of her less clever ideas.

Her worry vanished a moment later when she felt a tickle inside her brain. A feeling of exaltation filled her. Yes! Her magic had retained enough coherence to act independently! What she was feeling could only mean her magic has managed a small breach in Caridoon’s defenses.

Celestia was about to inform Luna of this until her sore posterior reminded her that her sister was not reacting well to revelations of her unshared contingency problems. She decided it might be for the best to give Luna a little while to discover this breach on her own. After all, it was too small to threaten the status quo in Equestria as of yet.

The huge moon-mountain cat woke-up high in the branches of the tree where she had spent the night. The first thing she did, just as she had done every morning for the last five years, was to attempt to dislodge the hated collar that constricted her neck. And just like every other time she failed. She then half-heartedly began to groom her ragged pelt and pretend that she hadn’t been behaving like some stupid feral wild cat for ten minutes, scratching and clawing at the collar. Thus began another day of wandering the wood in search of prey, and trying to work up the nerve to let the male who had put the collar on her in the first place touch her again.

This morning there was something different, however. She sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose at the unmistakable stench of raw chaos. One of the things her kind were hardwired to watch for. But, there was something else as well. Entwined with the scent of chaos was the perfume of caring and a desire to help those in need, no matter what. Her muzzle wrinkled in confusion. The two scents just didn’t belong together.

Intrigued the cat followed the faint scent trace as it floated on the breeze. Her search eventually led her to a large deadfall where a forest giant had succumbed to age and size and fallen, taking down a dozen other large trees with it. The trail led her into the worst of this tangle and she squirmed and squeezed until at last she came to the source. A tiny pinprick of a magical gate. The cat was familiar with dimensional gates. They popped up here and there, never lasting long. Mostly because she, or one of her kind, would find it and lick it closed. That was what her instincts told her to do with this one. But that scent! It promised relief from her bondage. She reached out, and with claws that extended far beyond the physical, she cut open the edges of the gate. It ripped, growing up and down and then spreading until it was big enough that a very large feline could slip through. Which she did.

She emerged in a forest that was much cooler than the one she had left behind, and far less overgrown. In fact the area around her looked almost cultivated. There was no underbrush and no one tree crowded another for sunlight and nutrients. The cat didn’t care. She didn’t even notice. All she knew was there were no obstacles in her way as she bounded toward the scent that promised hope.

She soon reached the edge of a clearing and looked out at the source of the conflicting scents. A pale yellow pegasus with a pink mane was pinned under a vile chaos-creature. While she writhed and twisted in the grass he methodically drove his thick cock in and out of her over-stretched sex.

Lips pulled back from razor sharp fangs and the cat crouched, getting ready to spring to the rescue of the pony, who was the source of that scent of hope. But before she could launch her rescue the yellow pegasus gave a shrill cry and shoved violently against her rapist, rolling them both over so she was perched on top of him. Only instead of pulling free from him and trying to flee she began to frantically pump her hips up and down.

When the chaos-creature had been the one on top he had stroked himself in and out of the mare a mere two inches at time with a pace as regular as clockwork. Now the cat could see, graphically, that he was much better hung than his short strokes might have indicated. The pegasus’s hips rose and fell at a frantic pace as nearly a foot of thick male shaft slipped in and out of her body.

Suddenly, the mare’s pace redoubled, she dug her hands into what the chaos-creature used for shoulders and screamed out. “YOU WILL LOVE ME!” Just as she gave a violent shudder and spasmed violently on top of him, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm as she slumped down on top of the creature she had just ravaged.

The cat was so surprised by these events that she slipped back into the sparse cover of some bushes and waited for developments.

After a minute or so of the pegasus shuddering and squirming on top of her victim, she gave one last hip thrust and stilled. A moment later, she let out a gasp of dismay and sat up on top of the chaos-creature, her hands coming up to cover her mouth in shock.

“Oh! Oh, no, I did it again. I’m so, so, sorry Discord. Please tell me you’ll forgive me.”

The chaos-creature, Discord? twisted his head to the side. Small liquid crocodiles crawled out of his eyes and down his cheeks to vanish in the grass. “I just don’t know, Fluttershy. Each time you say you won’t do it again. And each time, here I am, violated brutally. I don’t know if I have it in me to forgive you again. Maybe we should go back to being just friends?”

“Oh, no. Please, Discord. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

Discord’s expression turned gleeful and his crocodile tears vanished in little puffs of steam. “Really? Anything?” he drawled out.

The cat gave a huge sigh and lay it’s heavy head down on her forepaws. It looked like she was going to have a wait before she could get her collar removed. If the pony who reeked of hope could even do it.

Author's Note

And thus we come to the end of the opening story arc of the Caridoon Project.

If you have gotten this far, and enjoyed the story. Think about giving it a thumbs up. Makes it much more likely I'll produce more material in this universe.

I confess I went down the rabbit hole on this. Getting way too involved in my world building and not focusing nearly as much on the plot and characters as I should. Also went a lot more Grim-dark than I ever intended.

But I needed something serious to justify the shake up in Equestria's placid culture that this universe needed.

Future material will be a lot less dark, some of it verging on comedy. Unless you the readers have objections I think I'll follow standard Clop practice and not spend so much time trying to justify why the characters are such horny little devils and simply allow them to have their fun. Not that I'll be able to avoid some justification, but I'll try to keep it to a minimum.

If you are not already a member of the The Caridoon Project group you might think about joining. I'm hoping to have some discussions on various shipping and fetish plots over there now that the readers have some idea of what sort of world this is going to be.