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

Applejacked ch6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes?” Signe asked uncertainly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Then I think it sounds interesting… Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author's Note

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

Next chapter, Rescued.