"Applejack!~" Applejack heard from behind her as she rested in the barn. When she turned to see who it was, she was stunned. Before her, was a life-sized, fully colored statue of Trixie. Well, it was a statue of Trixie in the loosest sense. Her eyes had a heavy purple eyeshadow that matched her equally intense blush. Her lips, slathered with glossy glitter lipstick, were full to the point of seeming swollen. That and the makeup made her seem borderline unhealthy if it were on the real Trixie. The hair and body seemed like it was made of solid stone but it was smooth and flawless. Not even the slightest unevenness could be seen on its surface. No drip of paint, no bumps of the stone's texture. Her cutie mark looked like a drawing on a piece of paper perfectly glued to her flank, glossy like the rest of her form, and partially obscured by suggestive fishnet leggings that connected to a one-piece corset. The corset started wrapped around her upper flanks hugged her shrunken barrel obscenely and parted around her neck. Applejack brought her hoof to touch the statue, still not convinced it was in front of her. "Ew!" shouted the statue said rearing back a little and scrunching its snout. The suddenness of it all nearly gave Applejack a heart-attack as she fell onto her back, breathing heavily.

"Uh, Trixie," Applejack tailed, dumbfounded by Trixie's new appearance. From what she felt, the statue wasn't made of stone, it was made of a weird material. It might as well have been stone for how solid it felt, but she got the idea that it was a little elastic and partially hollow.

"Uh," The statue mocked back, "It's, like, The Pretty and Glamorous Trixie to you!"

Applejack now a little frightened, slowly crab walked back with a frightened expression on her face, "What the hay happened to you..."

"Ugh," The statue shot back as if it was a great burden to explain herself, "I, like, got a makeover. You should try it some time. You look totally gross."

Applejack wanted to be scared out of her mind. She wanted to run like a bat out of Tartarus but she felt a little lite headed and she couldn't bring herself to bolt.

The Trixie statue rolled her eyes at Applejack's panic and presented an apple. Well, it was in the shape of an apple, and it was the color of an apple, but the texture made it look more like dough mixed with sand. Applejack also noticed that the statue was wearing a special form of shoe on each of her hooves. They were slanted upward in a harsh angle with a single point to support the back of the hoof that, while it made her look taller, had to be very uncomfortable to walk in. "I tried to pick all the apples like you said but it was, like, so hard," the Trixie statue wined as Applejack's crabwalk led her into the wall of the barn, "so, I had, like, the smartest idea right?"

Was this why she was gone all that time. Trixie had never returned from her job last week, and Applejack just assumed that she just used the job to get some free apples and run. This though... It made her sick that this could happen to a pony, in her orchard, and she was none the wiser. All the while she couldn't look away. All she could do was nurse her stomach to make her nausea subside. It was then that she noticed a heat in her nethers. Subtle, yet dumbfounding in its presence. What in sams hell has gotten into her?! This isn't supposed to be erotic, it was supposed to be horrific yet her resistance only served to stoke the smoldering in her nethers.

Trixie stepped aside to show the cart, of course it was blocking the exit, full of the fake apples. She then closed the distance between the two of them and shoved the fake apple into Applejacks, still wide in surprise, mouth. Applejack cringed and her stomach lurched. This tasted nothing like an apple, it was repulsive.

Applejack wanted to spit it out, but Trixie held it there, "Like, isn't this so much better than those stupid apples you spend, like, forever on?"

Applejack wanted to disagree. She wanted to kick Trixie off of her and run but she couldn't do it. Applejack had to agree, this repulsive simply was better, so she bit down, chewed up her bite and swallowed. The whole time she did that, she was fighting her stomach and by the time it hit her stomach, she felt like she just swallowed a brick. Regardless, she kept eating the apple, because it was better than the apples she's been working on, and Applejack loved good apples. Even if they taste awful, even when they made her stomach cramp up, even if the texture was nothing like an apple, she still loved them. She loved them so much that her nethers were starting to drip.

Trixie seemed to notice because she abruptly pulled back the rest of the apple and shouted, "Like, on your knees, bitch!"

Applejack could have felt insulted, but as she looked up at those glittery lips and glanced over Trixie's outfit, she realized that she was a bitch. Her bitch. Trixie had put her in her place before, and she could do it again. This time, it was up to Applejack to recognize the pattern and make the most of her position beneath The Pretty and Glamorous Trixie.

"Nooh," Applejack cried as she rolled onto her belly, facing away from Trixie.

"Gah," Trixie grunted in exasperation, "Quit your whining. I'm, like doing you such a big favor. You were, like," Trixie brought her front hooves within an inch of each other for emphases, "this close to getting fat. Or, like, more than you already are, Applefat!"

Applejack started gushing as she looked at her lean, working girl flanks. They were laced with sweat from a long days work, and so toned that they would give Rainbow Dash a run for her bits. All Applejack could do was ask herself how she could have let herself get so fat?! Before Applejack could grasp the full weight of her obesity, Trixie gave another annoyed grunt and Applejack could feel a harsh prodding of her marehood, "God, you're, like, wet," Trixie paused with a snort to further drive home her annoyance, "and you're getting it all over my barn!"

That one made Applejack think twice. "What do ya' mean your barn," Applejack asked, regaining some of her confidence. As her confidence started to return to her, she could feel a mugginess in the air and the heat in her nethers started to cool.

"Oh, em, gee," Trixie shot back, "I, like, saved your fatass twice now! You're lucky I'm not asking for this whole redneck farm. You're just pissy 'cause you're too big of a fatass to get a dick to fuck!"

That took the wind out of her sails. Her desire was dulling, but it wasn't gone, and now that Trixie put focus back to it, her nethers reignited, demanding that she resubmit herself to The Strong and Sexy Trixie.

While Applejack hesitated to apologize, Trixie reassured her dominance by laying atop her back, "Carry me back to your room, you bubble butt bitch!"

Applejack, not feeling ready to admit she was wrong, rose up, and started walking to the applecart obscured exit. When she got to the barn doors, she stopped to pick up one of Trixie's apples only to have it swatted out of her hoof, "I think you've had enough, Applefat," came Trixie's voice from above, and Applejack's nethers dampened ever so slightly.

Applejack nodded and moved on to walk, well, stumble really, Trixie wasn't the lightest mare in the world to begin with, but this new material she was made of made her feel like a burden; A sexy burden that Applejack seems to be unable to resist.

"Ugh," Trixie interrupted, "You're huffing is so annoying."

"Heavy..." Applejack said strained by both her arousal and the weight on her shoulders.

"Uh, like, try again Applefat."

"I'm weak."

"Bingo! All that fat's taking up muscle space, now pick up the pace before you get any fatter."

And so she did, but around halfway there, Applejack noticed that Trixie really quiet and started feeling weird on her shoulders. When she looked up, Applejack saw Trixie stiff as a board, as if she really was a statue all along. As she continued to walk, she wondered if it was all a figment of her imagination. Did she really just eat a fake apple because Trixie told her to? Did she really concede a barn to Trixie?

As these thoughts sprouted up, the mugginess in the air seemed to intensify and she became more aware of the sweet in her fur, but her southern bell never cooled, and she steadily dripped down the path and eventually all over the floor of her home. Then she found herself up the stairs of her house. She was about to open her door when Trixie reanimated, snapping to life and tugging on Applejacks hair, "Stop!"

"Huh?"

"Not that room," Trixie said and pointed to the door to Big Mack's room, "that one."

"Uh," Applejack paused, unsure what her brother has to do with this.

"Oh don't act so innocent," Trixie interrupted, "you barnyard rednecks do this all the time."

Applejack turned beet red as she thought through the implications, "I, don't-"

"Do you want dick or not?!" Trixie interrupted again, "Ugh, do I have to do everything myself!?"

Trixie then dismounted, knocked on Big Mack's door, and shouted, "Hay Bigmack, your sister needs you dick!"

A loud thud could be heard from beyond the door along with choking and a series of coughs.

"Applejack," Trixie whispered harshly, "get over here!" and waved her over.

Applejack, against her better judgment, remembered how correct Trixie's been recently and walked over. When she got there, Trixie spun her around so she was facing away from the door. The door only opened a crack, as Mack tentatively peaked into Trixie's world of crazy. What he saw was his sisters marehood, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. The smell was where the real shock was. The sent was appalling, yet intoxicating, and the poor stallion never stood a chance. His thoughts ground to a halt, he moved as if possessed as his eyes glazed over, and his member announced it'self in all its forbidden glory. His morals, his standards, even his gentle passivity were all meaningless under the influence of that overpowering scent.

Before Applejack even knew it, red hooves were on either side of her head, taking up a large chunk of her vision, and a throbbing log of flesh was on her back. What was left of her vision was taken up by Trixie's rightly smug face between those hooves. Applejack rolled her eyes up in anticipation.

"You didn't think I would leave you here alone, did you?" Applejack heard Trixie ask as Mack prepared to penetrate "I turn away for five minutes and you're off packing on pounds for the winter or some shit."

All Applejack could do was mone and gingerly press against her brothers front hooves with her own. Maybe, Applejack thought, that if she could delay for long enough, things will go back to normal. Things might just start making sense again. Maybe Trixie will say something to take away her confusion; she's been right before. Then Applejack thought back to Trixie shouting for her brother, and realized that she was right; Applejack needed her brother's dick. She didn't like the idea of it, her stubborn, condescending, "you sure you can handle that?" big brother as her lover, but she couldn't deny that she needed his dick, that would just be crazy.

The stalling couldn't last forever though, and soon her brother's member found its way to her virgin passage, but just before he penetrated, Mack pulled back. Trixie tackled Mack to the ground. Applejack looked back over her shoulder in confusion, not that she should have suspected anything standard at this point, but this wasn't just out of left field, this was downright contradictory. It didn't help that all this tension worked her up further.

"I knew you'ed find a way to screw it up!" Trixie mumbled harshly as she turned around, her glossy ass only exiting Big Macks member as she bent down to be eye level with said member. Then, in one swift motion, Trixie took his entire length into her mouth. Applejack watched in envy as she realized how badly she wanted her brother's dick. Trixie, just as quickly as she took Mack in, swiftly popped her mouth off of Mack's dick. A fine layer of spit was left behind, or so it seemed at first. On closer inspection, it looked more like a thick, see-through film that stretched with Big Macks rising and falling dick."Always use protection," Trixie said as she rose off of Applejacks brother, "Now hop on that dick before you get my perfect hooves dirty."

Finally at her breaking point, Applejack dived butt first onto Big Mack's dick and fully embraced her own madness. She started bouncing wildly on Big Mack's thrusting pelvis, moving patiently at the while.

"Uh, you're so loud!" Trixie whined, "You better not ruin my lipstick, bitch," and brought Applejacks favorite pair of lips to her face. Applejack leaned forward to kiss deeply but Trixie's lips wouldn't part. "Hmm?" Applejack thought that she made a mistake and tried to pull away, but her mouth wouldn't follow. Applejack was stuck to Trixie's lips by what had to be some kind of glue with her mouth wide open in an unreciprocated french kiss. Dispight her bizarre predicament, Applejack couldn't stop herself from licking Trixie's lips, and Trixie smiled devilishly through her pout. In a display of dominance, she stepped over Big Mack to face Applejack more directly, and knelt down low, forcing Applejack to ark forward and downward submissively. Applejack couldn't take anymore, the constant hammering of her pussy, and Trixie's... Trixieness, brought her over the edge. Applejack let out a muffled scream through Trixie's lips and came heavily, riding out the orgasm with spasmodic thrusts of her hips.

Just when she was ready to stop, Trixie pulled back, pulling Applejack in the process and used her hooves to position Big Mack's cock into Applejack's sphincter. Applejack let out a scream as her brother went in deep without any chance for her to prepare. Thankfully, Mack slowed his pace a little, but that didn't stop it from hurting like a hot coal searing her innards. It pain was intense but consistent so she could manage it. That was until Trixie's horn lit up and Applejack felt her muscles tensing on their own, and she soon regained her frantic pace again, against her own will.

Applejack thanked her lucky stars when she felt the warmth of Mack's load spread throughout her lower intestines. She didn't know if she could keep that up for long, but it was over. Or, at least, that's what she thought before Big Mack thrusted again, and her hips started moving in unpredictable patterns. Big Mack should have been in his refractory period, but that scent awakened his member like it was nothing, and Mack was back to full stamina in seconds.

"Mooh'! Soph!" Applejack shouted and screamed through Trixie's plastered on smile with tears welling up in her eyes. For hours the house was filled with Applejack's muffled cries and wails, her needs long scene satisfied. At the same time, a foul aroma began to overtake the farm, spreading throughout the field and orchards without a care as to who's noses it offends. Applejack never noticed though, she was too preoccupied by the never ending Big Mack ride.

Author's Note

Well, this was a trip to crazy town, but in a seriousness, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter; trying to see just how weird I can get in a cohesive narrative.🌬

Anyway, let me know if you enjoyed it, how I can do better (if you care to part with your tricks of the trade), and of any suggestions you have for my next victim or who it should be. Popularity does have sway, and I'm in no position to judge, so if you like what a commenter is suggesting, don't be afraid to upvote him, it goes a long way to his credibility.