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.