Trenderhoof’s visit to Ponyville had not originally been of any benefit to Rarity. She’d watched her crush go gaga over her best friend, and watched as she turned down the stallion of her dreams. Sure, she’d bonded with Applejack in the aftermath, but overall Rarity considered the visit a disaster.
That was, of course, until the articles came out.
They were nothing like Trenderhoof had ever written before, and perhaps they weren’t actually by him- the author had technically chosen to write under a pseudonym. Yet, Rarity had a hunch that it was him, and the photos attached did little to dissuade her.
100 SEXIEST MARES FROM MANEHATTEN TO LAS PEGASUS
She hadn’t originally wanted to read the article, as Rarity wasn’t all that fond of the demeaning nature of the list, but Applejack had insisted she read it (Rarity never questioned why she’d had the magazine in the first place).
She’d flipped uncaringly through the first 80 mares, only stopping to note those from Canterlot. She wasn’t surprised to find Fleur de Lis resting comfortably at spot thirty.
What had surprised her, however, was finding herself listed under number eight.
“Applejack! This is obscene!” she had cried, quickly pushing the magazine away from her. Indeed, the photo chosen to represent her was all too candid for Rarity’s liking. It was her in Applejack’s barn, wearing her homemade sequined boots and hat. She recalled only ever wearing that getup once and only to impress a certain special somepony. At the time, she’d thought she’d made a fool of herself- apparently, she’d thought wrong! The real eye-catcher wasn’t anything she was wearing, though, but rather the unfortunate circumstance Rarity had been caught under. The photo depicted Rarity undressing, tugging at one of the boots on her back hoof- and the massive teats hanging between her legs!
From that point on, Rarity’s life was a whirlwind of attraction. More and more anonymously submitted articles depicting her in unladylike situations began to pop up all across Equestria.
At first, the attention was a bit overwhelming. Stallions from all over began following her in hopes of catching a glimpse of her teats. They were big, perhaps the biggest in Ponyville, and round too. In Canterlot, it was common for mares to have such large teats, with many celebrity ponies electing to enhance theirs, whether medically or magically. In Ponyville, however, such naturally large teats were near unheard of. They hung low to the ground, barely escaping contact, and swung mightily from above her crotch.
There was another attraction she was followed for, though. Often, lewd journalists would stalk her through the marketplace, hoping a strong breeze might blow by and expose her marehood. She was careful to ensure her snatch was never exposed to a camera lens, but that never stopped ponies from trying to capture it. After all, the combination of her tight untarnished marehood and voluptuous teats was enough to make any weak stallion blow their load on sight. The first magazine to capture the pair would surely make a fortune.
Rarity, throughout the mess, began to grow rather indifferent to the stallions lusting after her. She was far more preoccupied with her business, using her fame to benefit sales.
There was, however, a downside to her newfound glory, and it came in the form of jealousy.
Rarity’s friends had abandoned her. Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, even Fluttershy hadn’t spoken to her in months, not since the release of the magazine. Her fame had outshone them all, even the newly-crowned Princess of Friendship. As Rarity embraced her fame and her business, she pushed away her friends, effectively breaking apart the Elements of Harmony.
She didn’t mind losing any of them, really. Her business was booming and she’d almost saved up enough to open up shop in Manehatten, something she never once thought possible back when she was an essential member of the Elements of Harmony. Besides, her friends had already moved on. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy had begun going steady after Rarity crushed Fluttershy’s heart, Twilight Sparkle was spending more and more time with the other Princesses in Canterlot, and Pinkie Pie had parties to throw and had pushed Rarity from her mind.
The only pony yet to move on was Applejack.
There was a lull in Ponyville when eight o’clock rolled around. The sky was a deep purple, and the first of many stars had begun to come out. As the softness of twilight fell over the town, Rarity exited her home.
Armed with two saddlebags full of jewels and ribbon, she headed for Sweet Apple Acres. As she tread the path from her home to Applejack’s, she recounted the many times she’d traveled it before, back when the Elements were still together. She breathed in deeply and sighed gently. There was no paparazzi. There was nothing but her and the stillness of the air.
Applejack’s barn was different than Rarity had remembered it. There was less hay, and maybe that was a good thing, but many animal pens inhabited the areas of the barn where there had once been nothing but empty space.
“Applejack?” murmured Rarity, crossing the unfamiliar territory. She tiptoed through the barn until she reached the very back. There was very little clean space, Rarity noted. This was something she’d need Applejack to change.
Beside the mare were two big pens, each with a large sleeping bull in it. Not wanting to wake either, as bulls were notoriously aggressive, Rarity backed up into the only empty pen in the barn.
That was when Applejack appeared.
“Oh, AJ, I’m so glad you’re-”
Rarity was cut off when, without warning, Applejack smacked her across the face with a rope. The white mare groaned as she was knocked to the ground.
Applejack towered over Rarity, who laid stunned on the barn floor, disoriented and in a great deal of pain.
“So, ya think leavin’ your friends for some fancy new porn life is an alright thing to do? Ya think you’re that important, do ya? Are you really so stupid to think your cunt can entertain the media for your whole dang career?”
Rarity didn’t know what to say, and so she said nothing.
“Your pussy’s only valuable when nopony can get in it. Nopony would give a flyin’ feather about it if they found out it was tarnished! You’d be damaged goods.” Applejack bent down so that her breath warmed Rarity’s nose when she spoke. “Ah’m gonna be the one to damage ya. The same way you damaged me when ya left me!”
Before Rarity could process what was happening, Applejack had her snout tethered to a pole, preventing her from opening her mouth. Her horn glowed faintly, attempting to break the rope with her magic, but her plan was snuffed out when she felt Applejack douse her horn with liquid.
“Ya really think ah’m that dumb? Ah got Zecora to brew me up a special anti-magic potion. Its effects are good for a full 24 hours which means ah’ve got all night to mess with you.”
Rarity struggled against the rope tying her to the pole. As she pulled backwards in an attempt to snap the rope, the lasso dug into her muzzle.
“Try all ya’d like but that rope there ain’t gonna budge. Your snout’s sooner gonna fall off than that rope’s gonna snap.”
Helplessly, Rarity stared at Applejack, a few tears welling in her eyes.
Applejack broke her gaze. She headed around to the back of the pen and grabbed a few metal bars. The mare clamped them around each of Rarity’s hooves, then pulled them apart. When Applejack stepped back to look at her work, she was delighted. The heavy metal successfully pried Rarity’s legs apart and held them there, revealing the mare’s gigantic teats. They quivered in the night air, the soft pink nipples hardening.
“My, my, the tabloids don’t lie!” laughed Applejack. “Look at them hooters!” Rarity, ashamed, turned away. “Don’t be actin’ modest now. Every dang magazine in Equestria’s got a picture of ‘em.” Applejack paused. “I suppose I might have to take a closer look though. Go where nopony’s gone before.”
Applejack pulled a stool out next to Rarity and sat down by her massive teats. Rarity tried to pull away, but simply sent a shiver through her body, swinging her teats thunderously under her belly.
Applejack’s hooves grabbed hard onto Rarity’s teats and she gasped. She’d never had a pony touch her there, let alone with so much force. Rarity managed to escape a few groans from her confined mouth.
“Now Rare,” smirked Applejack, reaching behind her to grab something clear and tubelike. “Your teats are bigger than the udders on mah best heifers! I wonder if you milk better than ‘em too...”
Rarity’s eyes widened as she felt something enclose around her nipples.
“This here’s a milkin’ machine. Ah usually milk mah heifers with mah bare hooves, but you’re gettin’ my special treatment.”
The machine was a small contraption- two long suction cups connected to a clear tube that ended in a cone with a few buttons on it. Applejack kicked a bucket under the cone and clicked one of the buttons.
Rarity immediately began to moan. She felt a pressure squeeze and pull her nipples and pump her teat. The pressure increased as Rarity’s nipple began to grow and elongate with the squeezing. She tried to close her legs, do anything to stop the machine from doing anymore damage to her teats. But as the first few drops of milk spewed from her breasts, Rarity realized her fate.
The milk came rushing through the tubes and funneled out the cone into Applejack’s bucket. “Yee-haw, Rare, you’re a damn fine heifer!” cheered Applejack as the machine began to pump faster. More and more milk was funneled out of Rarity and her moans echoed through the barn. The bulls sleeping beside Rarity’s pen twitched.
Rarity’s teats jostled and clumsily dragged across the barn floor, looking saggier and bigger than ever before. Her nipples had grown to twice their size, yet a good quart of liquid was already out of the mare.
“Boy howdy, Rarity, you could feed a whole town with this milk!” Rarity groaned as the machine further abused her nipples. They were growing purple now, bruised by the pressure. Rarity turned her head slightly. Applejack’s bucket of milk was near full. Perhaps then the torture would stop.
“Hm,” muttered Applejack, noticing the same predicament Rarity had noticed. “This bucket can’t hold much more and yet your breasts,” Applejack gingerly laid a hoof against them causing Rarity to buck due to their sensitivity. “Well, they keep producin’ milk! It’d be such a waste to stop now...”
Applejack suddenly came to a most devious solution. She lifted the funnel from the bucket and turned it around, all while it continued spurting out milk.
“Rare, you know you come equipped with a most beautiful storage container...”
Rarity’s eyes widened in fear. She held her tail firmly between her legs, prompting Applejack to tie it up with a rope.
“Now hold still!” she commanded, slapping Rarity’s flank. The mare could hardly move any of her body. She ached all over and the ropes and metal held her firmly in place.
As Applejack sat eye-level with Rarity’s completely exposed pussy she felt a warm sensation grow in her loins. Applejack had never been one for sex. Sure, she’d had it, but it was never anything special to her. But looking at Rarity’s marehood gave her a new sense of lust. Her pussy was a small pink slit surrounded by perfectly toned ass, unaffected by the milk-spurting breasts hanging loftily below it. Despite the bars pulling Rarity’s legs apart spread-eagle style, her hole seemed unimaginably small, as though nothing could fit in it.
Nothing, of course, except for the funnel.
The tip of the milking funnel was small enough to only slightly stretch Rarity’s pussy. Despite that fact, Rarity let out a long, pained moan. Her marehood was being touched sexually for the first time in her life.
As her breasts pumped milk into the funnel, Rarity felt her marehood grow wet. The milk pumped inside her pussy. At first it felt like little more than a natural wetness, but Rarity’s teats did not stop there. Her pussy soon began dripping the milk, but most of it remained inside her, filling her belly and seeping down to her womb. Rarity let out an exasperated cry as she felt her belly grow heavy.
Applejack was watching now from afar, her hoof lightly grazing her own slit. She watched as Rarity was thrust forward from the pain and pressure of the milking machine, watched as her breasts dragged across the ground, watched as the flow of milk went inside her pussy, and watched as her stomach grew heavy with milk.
Her hooves could no longer be contained, and Applejack began rubbing in circles around her clit, letting out deep, heavy breaths and grunts as she watched Rarity inflate with her milk.
“Aw, Rare...” she moaned, her hoof slick with her own juices. Rarity held eye contact with Applejack, but her eyes only showed fear. This was not a bad thing, for it only made Applejack wetter.
As Applejack continued to pleasure herself with her hoof, Rarity had grown to twice her size.
“Rare, you fat cow...” moaned Applejack. She was about to come when she noticed Rarity’s breasts no longer producing milk, her pussy letting out as much of the unwanted liquid as possible.
Applejack’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, no ya don’t, sugarcube,” spat Applejack, angry she was so close to orgasm yet unable to reach it due to Rarity’s new predicament.
Applejack went around to remove the funnel and examine Rarity’s marehood. It was still largely the same, except wet with the milk that came trickling out.
“We gotta plug you up,” muttered the country pony. Rarity squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted to go home. If nopony ever paid attention to her backside ever again, she would live a long and happy life. No fame was worth this, and now her claim to it was tarnished. At least, she thought, she had her virginity.
Applejack peered over the pen wall to the bull next door. He was no longer asleep, instead, wide awake and- from the looks of it- ready for action.
Applejack had an idea.
The country pony untied the rope around Rarity’s mouth and the clasps around her legs. She even let Rarity's tail down.
“Now, Rare,” explained Applejack, slyly. “You’re free to go. You just gotta get outta here before this here bull mounts ya!”
Rarity had hardly allowed a gasp to escape her mouth when Applejack kicked open the pen door and the huge black bull entered. He was taller than her, much taller- double the size of Big Mac and even more muscular than Bulk Biceps. What really frightened Rarity, however, was his massive cock. It was over 18” in length and almost as thick as her forehoof.
She immediately knew she had to get out. She would die taking that cock.
Rarity turned and ran for the exit, but her milk-filled belly made her clumsy and slow. The bull stood in front of the exit, his erect cock slapping against his stomach. Rarity would have to find another way out.
There was a small space between two wooden beams in the back, the only place in the whole pen where Applejack had not gotten around to building a full fence. This was Rarity’s one exit.
She attempted to sprint for it, her breasts dragging across the ground, her pussy dripping milk as she stumbled. The bull followed closely behind, breathing her scent in. Rarity leapt for the beams, the front half of her body fully making it through. She had not accounted for her full stomach, which made her too thick to fit entirely through the exit.
The bull was upon her then, her ass, pussy, and breasts on his side of the fence, with her crying face on the other.
“Please, I beg of you,” she pleaded. “Let me go. I’ll never leave you again, Applejack, I’ll stay right here in Ponyville, just please get this bull off of me!”
Applejack snorted. She’d gone back to pleasuring herself and couldn’t care less about what Rarity had to say. She was close, and this time nothing would keep her from her orgasm or her revenge.
The bull rested his chest on the beam above Rarity, so that his figure towered over her. If she had seemed small before, she seemed even more minuscule then.
Rarity felt the head of the bull’s cock pressing hard against her slit. The head was so big, she wondered if perhaps it wouldn’t be able to fit. But the searing, burning pain as she felt a thick lump enter her was more than enough to tell her he was entering her.
Rarity screamed and cried and gagged, her stomach jiggling as she felt the bull’s cock push deeper inside her. The milk in her stomach sloshed around as he forced his way brutally within her.
“Take it out, take it out, take it OUT!” she cried, but the bull only pushed his way deeper. His cock was barely even four inches in. She was going to die.
As the bull continued to force his way in her, Applejack once again neared climax. She waited, however. She wouldn’t come until her beloved bull came. After all, he needed to be satisfied or else she’d be his next victim.
The bull was ten inches deep now. Rarity’s vision was blurry, her mouth agape, and her words senseless. She made small gurgling noises and occasionally screamed out. The bull only grew harder as she screamed.
Blood and milk poured out her once virgin pussy, slicking the rest of the length of the bull’s cock. His cock hit womb before being able to enter her all the way, but her extended, milk-filled stomach had created just enough room for the final thick five inches.
He pumped into her to the hilt and groaned as she screamed. She was almost passed out.
The bull suddenly pulled his cock nearly all the way and the unpleasantly loud slushing noise of liquid came out with it. But it wasn’t out long, for he slammed his way back into her, all 20 inches at once. Rarity screamed. She wish she’d died right there, but she felt every moment the bull thrust into her. In and out and in and out, tearing apart her marehood, crushing her breasts into the ground, jostling her heavy stomach about.
As the bull’s cock thickened, about to climax, Rarity felt a strange sensation rush to her through the pain. She felt herself being stretched and dirtied and torn and suddenly she felt the pressure in her marehood release. She screamed out so loud Applejack worried Celestia herself would hear.
Rarity had orgasmed. Her pussy throbbed around the bull’s cock, desperately wishing to fully contract and send waves of pleasure through her broken body. Yet, there was little time for pleasure, as searing pain once again filled Rarity. As quickly as the pain came, she did too- a second orgasm.
Applejack, who hadn’t even come once, watched bewildered as Rarity hit her third then fourth orgasm. The mare wasn’t even enjoying them- the orgasms did little to mask the pain Rarity felt in her nethers.
What her orgasms did do, however, was squeeze the bull’s cock enough that he finally gave one last to-the-hilt thrust into Rarity before releasing his seed. Semen filled her stomach, mixing with the milk and blood to fill Rarity even more.
Applejack came too, collapsing on the ground, breathing heavily. As waves of pleasure shook her body, she smiled. Her revenge had worked.
Rarity, however, suffered further. She screamed as she felt her stomach tear from the force of semen pouring into her already outstretched belly. Her organs were flooded with the mixture and the semen, blood, and milk poured from her mouth and nose. The bull pulled out of Rarity, who had deflated by then, and let her destroyed body fall to the ground.
Applejack’s eyes were wide. She hadn’t known Rarity would literally die from her revenge. Applejack stood above Rarity’s body and nosed it, remorsefully. She would miss Rarity. In all her sexual vengeance, Applejack had not realized she was simply missing her friend and angry at her betrayal. But Applejack knew it was too late. She sighed deeply.
As Applejack mourned, the bull began to eye a new target: Applejack’s exposed pussy. Before the mare had any chance to even know what had hit her, the bull- once again hard- pushed his thick head into Applejack’s tight pussy.
Applejack screamed, but no one was there to listen. Once again, she was alone with her pain.