How Many Apples 2: Applejack's Revenge

The next day, Dash was charged with making breakfast. As she had feared, this proved to be a fairly major disaster. If she was a bad cook with her arms, Rainbow was an even worse cook without them. She gave it her all, she really did, breaking several plates in the process. But if you make toast and jam using only your feet, people are probably going to notice.

“Rainbow, I ‘preciate the breakfast and all,” said Applebloom, through a very forced looking smile. “But it…uh…its…”

“It tastes like feet.” Said Applejack, grimacing.

“Yyyyup” agreed Big Mac, looking a bit queasy.

“Well, what did you expect?” said Dash, annoyed.

“Hey now, no back chat now. You’re a maid, ya hear?” replied Applejack. “Sorry Dash, but this is going to need punishment. Come to my room after you help clear up this mess.”

“…Whatever.”

After cleaning away the dishes again, Rainbow reported to her bosses room, where the Apple sisters were both waiting. AJ was casually twirling a saw in her hands as Rainbow entered.

“Guess you can tell how this is gonna go.” said Applejack, smug expression on her face.

“Yeah, yeah. Uh, don’t you think this’ll make the whole maid thing a bit…tricky?”

“That’s your problem sugarcube, not mine. Now lay down.”

Well, this was all just part of the deal, thought Rainbow, as she got down on the floor. Applebloom held her shoulders as AJ got down on her knees, making a point of hitching Dash’s skirt up over her stomach to fully expose her legs. She began to saw through Rainbow’s well-toned thighs, just short of halfway down between the hips and knees. It wasn’t a short job, and Rainbow was thankful that the potion was still working so that she didn’t feel much pain. The saw caught a little when it hit the bone, and Applejack was visibly exerting herself to cut through it. She sighed with relief when she finally got the left leg off.

“Struggling there, boss?” asked Dash. “I’d lend a hand, but, you know…”

“Best hold that tongue there, ‘fore I take that out as well. Would be a real shame, too.” Hmm, good point actually. Dash kept quiet as her right leg joined her left on the floor, leaving her limbless save for her wings, which remained constricted inside the maid costume. She watched from the floor, helpless, as Applebloom gathered up her discarded legs like logs for the fire.

“Thanks Rainbow, I’ll take real good care of these!” she said, as if Rainbow had given her a gift for her birthday. “See y’all!”

“What is she doing with those anyway?” asked Rainbow, as she disappeared from view. “Seems kind of weird.”

“Aww let her have her fun, Dash, she’s taken a real interest in the body since my, ahem, incident. Think she has a shed set up somewhere on the ground for it.”

“Right…” said Dash, who hadn’t exactly been set at ease with this information. “Well…hey, can I use my wings at least to get around, or something?” AJ rubbed her face thoughtfully, moving it up and down along her skull, the eyeholes resting on her forehead for a second or so before she casually fixed it.

“Well…ok, sure. And even if you’re off cooking duties, I still expect quality service, ok?”

She bent down and quickly ripped the back of the maid dress off to free Dash’s wings. This unfortunately caused the rest of the top half to fall down, exposing the pegasus’s bra, which became apparent as the quad amputee maid started to float in mid-air with her wings.

“Hey!”

“You wanted your wings free, right? Hmm…how’d you even get that thing on in the morning without arms?” asked Applejack, poking at Rainbow’s breasts with her finger.

“Very carefully.”

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Dash had to get used to the taste of the feather dusters handle pretty quickly, as her mouth was the only thing she could use to hold it. Well, Applejack did suggest alternative methods, but Rainbow declined to take her up on that offer. Besides, she hadn’t done enough kegel exercises to make that work. Her wings being freed up was a blessing though, and if anything she was even more mobile now than what she was yesterday. She felt very light without her arms and legs weighing her down. So the day went past rather pain-free, at first. Even Applejack couldn’t fault her work when she came in to check on her, holding a glass of water in one hand and sweating visibly.

“Well colour me surprised, Rainbow Dash, we might just make a maid out of you yet!” she said with a smile. She wiped a trail of sweat from her forehead, the frowned.

“Hoo-ee, I’m out of shape after all that time off. I’m sweating up a storm. Let me just take care of that…”

Applejack put the glass down on a nearby shelf before repeating her trick from the day before, pulling the skin of her head down over her skull like a hood. This time, however, she kept going. With some stretching she managed to pull her arms out through her skins mouth hole, and proceeded to pull it downwards like pajamas, pulling her feet out and leaving the whole thing on the ground, still with its clothes on, the mouth gaping as wide as her body was.

“Ah, much better.” Said Applejack. “No more sweat, nice cool breeze…”

Rainbow stared at her, mouth also wide open. Applejack’s muscles were well formed, but Dash never thought she’d see them in this level of detail. It occurred to her that AJ was technically naked as well, but if anything this seemed less explicit than if she had just taken off her clothes, with no nipples or labia-just two mounds of yellow fat on her chest, and a hole between her legs. Rainbow watched, stupefied, as AJ folded up first her discarded clothes and then her skin into two neat piles.

“There. I expect these to be clean in due time. See you around, Dash.”

And there she went again, pausing only to shake her now ultra-exposed rear as she left.

Dash slowly dragged the folded clothes other to the kitchen with her mouth and dumped them into the washing machine, which she managed to get working with clever use of her wings. Then she turned back to the pelt on the floor. She didn’t think putting that in a washing machine was a great idea. So she decided to give it a bath. Dash took a big mouthful of it and bit down to keep it in its folded state before going upstairs to the bathroom, where she ran some water into the tub. As it ran, she spread the skin out on the floor and had a look.

It really was much larger than it should have been. Standing on her stumps and then bending over so she was lying on her stomach, Rainbow manipulated AJ’s skin with her wingtips. The first thing she checked was obviously the holes at the bottom. Sure enough, Rainbow could stretch any of them wide enough that she could have easily crawled inside and used it as a sleeping bag. Which wasn’t the worst idea, come to think of it. She shifted on her stumps. Her wings were dexterous, but due to their position on her back, they couldn’t quiet scratch the particular itch she was having, as she thought back to her encounter with AJ’s headless body the other night. A few more days without fingers and she might get a little distracted-

There was a loud noise from outside, jolting Dash back to her senses. She shot up into the air and turned around, trying to make sense of it. It was like a very loud sort of thud, mixed with something else. Curious, she opened the door and hovered by a window. There was a small shed just in view. Some sort of green vapor was floating out of it. As she wondered about this, there was another, louder bang, and a hole suddenly appeared in the roof as something seemed to shoot out of it. Rainbow yelped and shot back from the window, and in the process collided with a painting behind her. It fell to the ground, the frame breaking.

“Rainbow, what was that?” came Applejack’s voice. Rainbow cursed; what where the odds that she would have heard that?! Sure enough, the skinless farmer’s head poked around the hallway corner.

“Rainbow, you klutz! That was a family heirloom!”

“Yeah yeah, sorry, but did you not hear that explosion?!” cried Rainbow. Applejack looked at her-it was hard to tell what expression she was trying to convey,given that she didn’t have a face.

“Explosion? What explo-ooh, you mean outside? Oh that’s just Bloom playing around. She’s just having fun.”

“Having…AJ, look! Something weird’s going on!” said Rainbow, nodding her head towards the window. AJ just crossed her arms.

“Looked at me lately, Rainbow? Or yourself? Now quit making excuses, you done good big time with that…wait, what’s that sound?”

“Huh? What sound…wait. Oh, shoot!”

Rainbow flew back to the bathroom to find it already in the process of flooding, with AJ’s pelt partially soaked. She looked back to see Applejack standing in the doorway, staring her down. Rainbow laughed nervously.

“Hehe…heh..I’ll just go get the saw then.”

“You do that.”

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Now being completely devoid of limbs had left Dash somewhat compromised as a maid. But that didn’t stop Dash from doing her best with the tools that she had. She could still walk around on what remained of her legs, albeit slowly. Therefore she could still perform her duties to some degree, although anything over a normal person’s waist height was essentially off limits to her. Still, Dash made the most out of it, pottering around like a kid learning to walk in half of a maid outfit and a duster between her teeth. Big Mac at one point offered to help her out with the higher shelves and surfaces, but Dash was determined to do this on her own.

“You cleaned all this by yerself?” Applejack had asked, after coming in from the fields.

“Yup! There’s no stopping the Dash!”

Applejack looked down at the triumphant looking amputee, looking slightly annoyed.

“Hmm…we’ll see about that.”

As the day had progressed, Applejack had found new uses for her, ones with perhaps less dignity than a maid. For example, as a pillow. While the farmer had complained, noisily and often, about the lack of cushion in certain parts of Dash, she had nevertheless taken to resting her head against Dash’s rear while lying either on the sofa or in bed. She would rub her loose scalp up and down the nearly helpless pegasus’s cheeks, occasionally sharing her thoughts on her friends, what she had done today, ect ect. Dash, lacking any real mobility whenever she was lying on her back or stomach, had no real choice but to listen, and occasionally chime in with her own thoughts. In a way it was kind of relaxing, especially after two days of cleaning and serving. She didn’t even protest much when Applebloom had started playing with her hair like a doll, brushing it and tying a little ribbon into her coloured locks. Even Dash sometimes just felt like being pampered sometimes.

The rest of the apple family had apparently taken to her new form as well. Granny Smith would come in and sneak her the odd treat from the kitchen, rustling her hair affectionately before disappearing again. Big Mac was in the house the least out of all of them, and he wasn’t exactly known for his conversational prowess. But while he refused the invitation to use Dash as a pillow, perhaps conscious of his massive size, he didn’t protest when Applejack sat next to her brother and propped Dash against his side, so that they were both leaning into her as they reclined.

This was how most of the next day was spent-literally lying around. If she was stood up on her stumps she could waddle around a little, but Applejack enjoyed carrying her around under her arm, commenting on how light she was now. Towards the end of the third day, Applejack had made a point of taking Dash for a bath. Dash was stripped and carefully placed into a partially filled tub, as AJ had scrubbed and washed at her body. The delimbed Pegasus as acutely aware of the way that her nipples stood to attention as Applejack worked, and she had felt her hands linger over sensitive spots for a few seconds, teasingly. But that was as far as it went, and Dash wasn’t going to give her employer (or perhaps owner was a better word now) the satisfaction of hearing her beg for release.

She had perhaps thought that release was finally coming at night when AJ placed her on her bed and got undressed. Applejack had stood in front of the mirror, turning around to see herself, spreading her cheeks and staring at the cavernous hole of her ass, stretching herself with two hands and muttering something, as if she was measuring the progress of her holes, all while Dash watched from the bed. Then she pulled her head skin back, placed a sleeping mask over her eyes, and with a series of careful twists and turns, she lifted her skull off of her body, which then deposited her onto Dash’s stomach The headless body promptly climbed into bed at the beckoning of her head, cuddling Dash with one arm as the three of them drifted off to sleep.

Around the afternoon of the fourth day, after being put back together again, Applejack sprung a surprise on her.

“Hey sugarcube. We’re a little low on a few things for tonight’s dinner. You don’t mind going into town for me, do you?”

“W-What? Like this?”

“Oh, I’ve seen you get about like that just fine.”

“But people will see!” whined Rainbow. Applejack was unsympathetic to this.

“Don’t forget, you’re still working for me, limbs or no limbs. If you think ah can’t take anything else away from you, you’re in for a surprise. Now get to it. If you’re back in time I’ll fix you up something nice.”

With that, Applejack picked up Rainbow and set her on her stumps just outside the entrance to the farm. Grumbling, Rainbow began the long, long, looooong walk back to town, still wearing her torn maids dress. She had maybe gotten about halfway, after an hour or so, before getting sick of the way that her skirt trailed along the ground. If she tripped on it she would potentially be stuck, which was a risk not worth taking. No longer caring about how she would be seen, Dash shimmied out of the damn thing and left it in a ditch, continuing on in just her underwear.

Of course, she attracted lot of stares as she ever so slowly waddled to the market. And it wasn’t long before some random stranger had offered to carry her over. Dash had refused, more out of the remnants of her pride than anything else. But she did eventually let a nice mare hold her up so that she could actually see the stuff for sale in the stalls. She had a pouch of bits slung over her neck but the merchant flat out refused to receive payment, simply letting her have them and telling her to come back whenever she want “until she got better”. Which should be next week really, but Dash didn’t let anyone know this, for reasons she couldn’t quite get straight in her head. Grabbing her back of shopping in her teeth, Rainbow began her trek back to the farm. By sheer luck she managed to get in and out without any of her friends seeing her, at least.

As she made her way back, Rainbow reflected on being out in public like this. Part of her had expected people to be weirded out, or to make fun of her. But everyone had been pretty nice about it-offering to hold her shopping, petting her hair, giving her little hugs as she tried to get back. Sure it was patronising, and a little annoying to be held up when she was trying to stay relatively incognito. But it hadn’t been…bad. Much like her week so far, the experience had been alien and yet somehow rewarding. Dash had always been a very proud girl, yet also somewhat insecure and anxious about how she was perceived. For people to just…not care about her condition, and to actually act really nice? She had a strange feeling in her chest as she finally got back to the farm, around evening time

The door was, thankfully, already opened for her as she waddled back into the farmhouse.

“Hey, AJ, I’m back with your stuff!” she said, after letting go of the bag with her mouth. Then something odd happened, and suddenly her vision was doing barrel rolls, and she felt a strange falling sensation as her head hit against something. Rainbow shut her eyes and waited for this off sensation to pass. But while the rolling did stop, she did not quite feel herself. Or, in fact, feel anything south of her jaw. She opened her eyes, and found that the world had flipped 90 degrees to the right. This was obviously a concern, but Dash had spotted something that was perhaps even more concerning: her own body, now headless as well as limbless, still standing on its stumps before slowly falling backwards.

“Yer late,Rainbow.”

Applejack walked into Rainbow’s view, crouching down holding her axe and smiling down smugly.

“I asked you to get me those ingredients for dinner, and ya couldn’t even manage that.”

Oh yeah. Dinner. Dash blinked a few times, unsure if she could even speak, before remembering Applejack ‘s trick with her own head.
“S-sorry…” was all she said. Applejack put the axe down and picked up her prize by the hair, dangling her in front of her face.

“Face it, Dash, you’re hopeless as a maid. I thought I’d give you one last chance…and ya blew it. So…” Applejack brought Rainbow as close as possible to her own face. “Yer just gonna spend the remainder of our time together like this. Don’t fret though. I’m sure we can find a use for you.”

If Dash had still been able to gulp, she would have.