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

Applejacked ch7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Applejack gave her a startled look. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not exactly vicious fantasy rapist material.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You found my hat?” Applejack exclaimed. Her voice choked up as she continued, “Ah thought I’d lost it for good.” Tear started to run down her cheeks, and she dashed them away with the back of her hand. “Dang. Look at me. Crying over a stupid old hat. Guess I oughta go get it. My head’s felt plumb undressed without it the last few days.”

She turned to leave the room, pausing only when Luna gave a cough and floated a robe over to her. Applejack flushed slightly and wrapped the fluffy garment around her. “Sorry. Don’t know where my head is at. Got so used to not wearing anything. I plumb didn’t even think about it.”

Luna watched the farm ponies, and Bother, leave, a worried frown on her face. Applejack’s behavior was peculiar, to say the least. And worrying. She gave herself a shake to dispel her worries. There was going to be time enough for that later. For now the important thing was to check up on her sister and see how she was doing.

Author's Note

One last chapter, the epilogue and some teasers, to go before this story wraps up and I can move on to the next stage of this universe creation.

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