Applejack wore a wide grin as she trotted back to the farm. Today she had truly outdone herself. She left this morning to help Braeburn plant this year’s apple trees. Between the trip to Appleloosa and workload, Applejack planned to just spend the night with her cousin and come home tomorrow. But when she got to Breaburn’s farm, her cousin had the audacity to dare her to finish planting the field in one afternoon. She busted her rump more than ever and she totally drained, but she finished. She planted the trees and walking back to her barn by sundown. She chose not to alert her family before hand, she wanted to surprise them, maybe sneak up on Applebloom and give her a fright.
Applejack round the hill and made her way down to the barnhouse. She was going to walk through the front door, but she paused. She decided to go ahead and prank her little sister. Applejack was still miffed at her last week for trying to earn her cutie mark in hairdressing by styling her big sister’s mane. Then she had to go to Rarity to get the color out and listen to hours on “improving her locks.”
So Applejack planned to duck inside the barn and wait for Applebloom to come home. She was always out with her little friends and wouldn’t get home until the sun went down. As soon she passed the barn, Applejack would jump out with the pitchwork and give a heck of a scare.
Applejack chuckled to herself as she tip toed to the door. She opened the and peered inside. Now, Applejack has had many adventures over the past years; seen plenty monsters, demons, and different horrifying creatures. There wasn’t much in the world that could truly shock her. But what she laid eyes on inside the barn froze the farmer in her spot, her jaw swaying in the air.
“MMMMMP!” The muffled sound came from the covered mouth of Applejack’s big brother, Big MAcintosh. His mouth was blocked by a red, rubber ballgag, tied back a black, latex muzzle. His eyes were covered by a similar black blindfold. Big Mac sat on a workbench, strapped down by a ropes. The bench was slanted toward the ground so that his ass hung in the air, which his sister had a full view. Said ass was covered in bruises and blisters.
“What was that, darling? I couldn’t quite hear you?” Applejack regained some of her senses and turned to her left to the voice. Although she didn’t have to see the pony; she recognized the voice very well.
She turned and saw her friend Rarity, expect she never saw her dresses in this manner. Rarity wore a full body, black, rubber suit, expect the flank end was removed to display her cutie marks. She wore a red, spiked collar and red cap. Her horn was lit up as she levitated a wooden spanking paddle.
“Care to repeat yourself?” Rarity asked. Big Mac only replied with a muffled groan.
“Oh? You’re not going to answer me?” She lifted the paddle above his ass. “Naughty boy.”
WHAP!
“MMMM!” Rarity slammed the paddle against Big Mac’s bum. The station could only inch forward and moan in pain.
“What what that? I can’t heeear youuu” Rarity cooed and back the paddle again.
WHAP!
“WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!” Applejack cried out. Rarity gasped in shock and dropped the paddle. Big Macintosh took a few seconds to comprehend what he heard.
“Applppack?”, he questioned.
“Applejack!” Rarity screamed. “Wh-What are you doing here?! I thought you were going to be gone until tomorrow.”
Applejack blinked by her surprise and answered. “I finished mah job early and caught a train back home. What are you doing here.”
“Well, if you really want to know, Big Macintosh and I were engaging in some recreation.” Rarity spoke with her painted haughty tone, but she was blushing like a tomato.
Applejack eyes went back and forth between Rarity and her brother. “I see. Why are doing this kind of thing in the barn. What if Applebloom or Granny walked in?!”
“Oh please, Applejack. We’re not fools. Applebloom’s sleeping over at my house with Sweetie and Granny is spending the night with one of her knitting friends, and you weren’t supposed to be here. We had the place to ourselves.” Rarity blushed deeper. “Though we probably should've locked the door.”
“Ya think?” Applejack rolled her eyes in response. “I really didn’t need to see this.”
Rarity humped and stuck her nose up in the air. “Hmmph! We’re not doing anything wrong. We are two single, adult ponies enjoying a night together. We have nothing to be ashamed of, do we Big Mac?”
“eeenope” Big Mac muffled. He was too laid back to be embarrassed by the situation.
Applejack and Rarity just stared at each other in awkward silence for a few seconds. Applejack broke the silence by asking, “Soooo, do you guys do this often?”
“For the past three weekends.”
“Whose idea was this?”
Rarity smiled. “Mine, darling. I picked on your brother’s submissive demeanor and guessed he’d be into s&m. We met for dinner a few times, and I dropped the idea. He was hesitant at first, but he gradually warmed up to it.” Rarity lightly patted Big Mac’s rear with her hoof.
“Really. I gotta say, I never would have guessed. I figured Big Mac wasn't into sex.”
“HHhhh!” Macintosh yelled, feeling insulted.
Rarity shook her head sideways. “No, no darling. We don’t engage in intercourse. Our play is about the thrill of the actions.”
Applejack looked confused. “Ya’ll ain't havin sex? Then what’s the point?”
“The point is pleasure, darling. Big Mac gets off from being disciplined, while I enjoy disciplining him.”
“Hmmm, I still don’t get it.”
“Well, maybe a visual example will work better.” Rarity undid Big Mac’s muzzle. “Big Mac, would you mind continuing while your sister watches?”
“If she doesn't mind, I don’t”, he responded.
“Well, Applejack?”
Applejack sighed. “I guess. I’ll never get this image out of my head anyway. Sure, I’ll watch.” She trotted to over toward the back and pulled sat on another bench.
Rarity giggled and clapped her hooves. “Oh Goody! I’ve never played with an audience! How exciting!” She tightened the muzzle back on Big Macintosh and levitated the paddle.
“Okay, deary. Where were we?”
“Oh yes, I remember. I was asking you a question, you were being a naughty pony and not answering me.”
“Well, duh. That’s cus he got a gag in mouth.” Applejack informed Rarity.
Rarity turned to Applejack. Her face strained with patience toward the farmer. “Deary, do you mind not speaking. You might ruin the atmosphere.”
“Oh. Alright then.”
Rartiy faced Big Mac’s rear end. “Now for the last time, will you give me an answer?”
“Mmmph.” Big Mac responded.
“I see. You asked for it.” Rarity swung the paddle back.
WHAP!
“MMMMM!” Macintosh screamed.
WHAP!
“MMMM!”
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“MMMMMM!” Big Mac tried to shift from the pain, but he was still restrained by the ropes. Drool began to drip down his chin. Underneath the blindfold, his eyes began to lull back into his head.
Applejack stared at her big brother’s behind being spanked. She could tell he was enjoying this, but she couldn't understand why. What could be fun about getting your behind hit? Maybe she
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Rarity gave Big Mac three more hits and then let him settle. Her eyes were wide and breath came in quick pants. She always felt a thrill when she played, but knowing that Applejack is watching her brother being paddle sent shivers up her spine.
Rarity lowered the paddle on the ground and turned around to the right corner. She pulled out Big Mac’s toolbox, expect it was of Rarity’s fetish gear. She looked through her items and pulled out a red cattle prod, with a dial gauge on one end and two metal prongs on the other end. Applejack knew that prod well, Big Mac bought it... three weeks ago.
"For Corn's sake! You bought that thing to use for your and Rarity's playtime! I'm glad I never touched that thing!"
"Oh calm down, darling. We always clean the instruments after we use them.", Rarity reassured AppleJack. "Now, please be a dear and walk over in front Big Macintosh."
"In front? I thought you wanted me to watch you beatin on Big Mac's behind?"
"Oh you will, but now I'd like you to watch his face. You need to see how much he's into this?"
Applejack shrugged. Whatever made this experience go faster. She was tired from her long day. She walked over to Big Mac's face. Applejack blushed at her brother's visage. Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth and he breath came out in hard pants. His coat shined from sweat.
"He looks like he's been in the field all day." Applejack said.
Rairty nodded her head. "I believe so. Not to toot my own horn, but I put him through his paces very well. Speaking of which..."
Rarity magically lifted the prod. She turned the dial to red colored "1" setting.
"Now Big Macintosh, we're going to start on the count of three. Are you ready?"
"mmhmm." Big Mac answered.
"Okay. One...", Rarity said before plunging the cattle prod in his ass cheek. The zap was on the lowest setting, so the sound only produced a low hum. Big Mac's flank muscle tensed up at the shock.
Applejack watched Mac raise his head and groan. It didn't sound like a groan from pain, more like the way she groaned that time Spike scratched her back.
"You really enjoyin this, bro?" Big Mac didn't even answer, just kept groaning and gurgling in pleasure.
Rarity pulled the prod back to allow Mac time to breathe. "My, my. Seems Big Macintosh is too tough for the lowest setting. Let's try a higher setting." Rarity turned the dial to three. "There we go." She floated the crop to his other hind leg, inside his inner thigh. Rarity pulled the crop backwards and shoved the prod deep into his flesh.
The air filled with cackling electricity. The noise reminded Applejack of the zap from mosquito lamps. Big Mac's leg was tied down but he was clearly trying to buck away.
Big Mac screeched in Applejack's face. He bucked and shook around in his bindings so hard the base moved around. Applejack got a little worried, she didn't like seeing her brother scream like that.
"Don't be alarmed deary.", Rarity reassured, twisting the prod in deeper. "He's perfectly fine. In fact, please remove his ballgag and he'll tell you himself."
Applejack was still apprehensive but reached her legs over Mac's head. She unhooked the clasp and took of the ballgag. She squicked out from all the drool falling down and tossed it away. She turned back to her brother.
"You ok, bro?"
Macintosh took deep breathes before he could answer. Rarity pulled the prod back so he could stay lucid. He finished panting and answered, "I'm... I'm doing... alright."
"Really? You're sounding pretty rough."
Mac searched for the right words to explain to his sister. "AJ, it's like... it's painful, but it doesn't hurt, ya know? It makes me feel good."
Rarity smirked. She loved when ponies were open about their desires. What's the point of living if you can't live out your fantasies? As long as nopony is hurt, there's no harm. Her smirked turned more sadistic as she turned the dial to the maximum five setting. She had he own fantasies ti fulfill, after all.
Rarity kept the cattle prod flowing behind Big Mac and walked beside Applejack. "Now Applejack, please tell me something Big Macintosh that has done that really bothered you?"
"Huh? What for?"
"You'll seeee." Rarity replies, winking. Big Mac raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Well, let's see. A couple of days ago, her stepped on my hoof."
"Oh my! That naughty boy!" Rarity gasped. She controlled the cattle prod and stuck the device into the green apple on his flank.
Big Mac's roar pushed Applejack back into the barn wall. Rarity, however, knew he would yell and stepped to his left. Rarity only shocked him for a few seconds, any longer and Big Mac would pass out. Even the short period left Macintosh exhausted, the poor stallion's body quivering .
"What else has he done, deary?", Rarity asked.
Applejack composed herself and stood on the opposite end of Big Mac's face. He still looked tired, but she could make out a grin on his face. She guessed he must be alright.
"Um, he overslept last morning and I had to make breakfast myself."
"AAAAA!" Rarity stuck the prod into his cutie for a few seconds. Rarity's breath became shallow. Big Mac's cries were fueling her sadistic side. "Keep going, Applejack."
"He said Applebloom's pies taste better than mine."
"AAAAA!"
"He always eats the best snacks because he 'needs the energy'"
"AAAAA!"
"And he always mumbles when he talks."
"AAAAA!"
"If he talks at all."
"AAAAA! Red! Red!" Rarity immediately pulled the cattle prod away from his flank and dropped it. She stepped back in front of Big Mac.
"Are you ok?
Mac kept panting. "Yeah... just... need a break."
"Want me to remove the bindings."
"No... just give me minute."
Applejack was impressed at how Rarity handled the situation. She wasn't exactly known for being calm and rational. "I'm glad you guys keep things safe."
"Of course. We don't want anypony being pushed past their limits. We're here for fun, but we must always keep safety as the top priority."
"I see." Applejack sat back down on the bench. "I think I'm starting to get this stuff. It's not for me, but I can see why others may be into it."
Rarity clapped her hooves together. "Oh, I'm so glad to her that! I always wanted to introduce you and the others to this side of my life. Hopefully, the others will be as open to it as you are." Rarity slanted her eyes and asked, "though, how can you say you wouldn't be into this if you haven't tried it yourself?"
Applejack scrunched her face. "Hmm, I guess I really couldn't."
"Well, how about you try it?"
"Heh, Ya right? When?"
"How about now?"
"...What?"
