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.

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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.