The Band of Loyalty

Big Mac had just finished his chores when he next looked to the barn. AJ was still in there with her friends. If she'd been alone, of course she'd take some time cleaning everything up. But with all of her friends to help, this shouldn't have taken more than a few hours. Hell, the whole thing had been built in a single day after the last collapse. Granted, the whole family had been around for that, but still, they should have been done by now.

Thinking that perhaps he'd been too hard on them, he decided to give them a reward for helping out, and an apology for not helping AJ clean up. The damage must have been pretty severe. Loading up a peck of honeycrisps, he made his way to the barn, and before he even opened the door, he could hear the sound of a hammer slamming against planks. Had the problem really been so bad that they needed to replace the flooring in the loft?

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, seeing the lumber pressed together in a formation not prone for lifting, though it could be used as such, and most of the girls with lassos in their hands. This didn't look like the right method for lifting lumber to the loft, though it was viable. Giving them the benefit of the doubt, he took a few steps in, but as Fluttershy closed the door behind him, he felt a wave of fear wash over him.

He didn't want to fight against Fluttershy, so he made a rush for the other door. Applejack checked his gut, however, and he was stopped. As he fell to the ground, he felt several ropes drape around him and bite down. He leapt to his feet and tried to power his way out, but there were too many ropes, and with their bites running in opposite directions, he wasn't making much headway. He just couldn't fight off all of them at once. But he could try.

After half an hour of struggling, they'd managed to move him two feet. Considering the speed with which they were progressing, King took note that it would take hours to move the stallion to the rack. Releasing his grip and letting Pinkie handle that line on her own, King moved the rack over to Big Mac instead. It was heavy, sure, but it wasn't really fighting back, either.

Putting the two together, King pulled out another rope and bound Big Mac's waist to the center of the saltire. With every movement, the bindings became tighter. Next came his legs, one at a time, starting with the thigh and moving down to the calf, and finally the ankle. To properly have him attached, they'd need to bind his wrists to the top, but letting his wrists go free right now seemed a bad idea. A really bad idea, actually. In such a case, what little control over his arms they had, that being the lassos, would need to be reinforced. Without separating his arms from his torso, they bound his top half to the rack around his shoulders and elbows. Finally, Big Mac was captured. The girls relaxed their grip, falling to the ground and panting heavily. They were exhausted. Such was the case when you fought against Big Mac.

It was time for a break. Doling out the apples Big Mac had brought, they took the opportunity for a snack, as well. It was very late in the day, and the slaves were tired, so King sent most of them to bed. Everyone except for Applejack. He had one last job for her.

King walked around the rack and stood in front of Big Macintosh. "You were a rather difficult capture," he chuckled. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm your new master. You will do whatever I tell you, because I am your King."

Big Mac spat in Kings face. "Nope."

Wiping the spittle away, King sighed. "That wasn't a question. What's worse, you spat on me. Good slaves don't spit, they swallow." He turned to Applejack. "Show your brother how to do it properly."

"Yes, my King," smiled AJ, unbuttoning Big Mac's trousers. He squirmed fruitlessly as she pulled his cock out of his pants and put it in her mouth. It was salty and sweaty, just what one would expect from a strong agriculturalist. The flavor wasn't the only notable difference. It was black as the night sky, and although it was a fraction shorter than King's, it made up for that with a hefty girth. It could barely support its own weight when fully erect, especially with an engorged pair of testicles dragging it down.

"You see, Big Mac? This is how a good slave sucks cock. Your sister is a good slave. And good slaves are rewarded." King stuck his fingers in Applejack's snatch, causing her to moan. Big Mac could feel the vibrations in his dick. "So what do you say? Do you want to be one of my good little slaves?"

Big mac struggled in vain to pull free. The wood was creaking and bending, tiny pops and snaps echoed through the barn as he put a massive strain on the boards and the ropes that made up his prison. "Nope."

King tilted his head to the side. "That's too bad. Let me show you what happens to bad slaves." King walked back behind big mac and lifted his tail. with the juices he's borrowed from Applejack's cunt, he lubricated the big boy. This was meant to hurt, not to injure. After a quick fingering, King grabbed one of the uneaten apples and shoved it up Big Macintosh's arse. Big Mac let out a cry of pain as it stretched his anus very wide. After that came another apple, and then a third.

King returned to Big Mac's front side. Applejack was choking on the sheer size of her brother's dick, which was now fully erect. He pulled her up for air, then had her turn around. He labia were absolutely dripping with arousal. "You can have her back, all it takes is one simple task," said King. He dropped his pants, showing his erection. "Suck my cock, and your sister is yours to do with as you please." He brought it up and rubbed Big Mac's cheek.

Big Mac pulled his head away, then came back. He'd have that cock in his mouth, alright. Once there, he'd bite it clean off. King had anticipated this move, though, and he pulled away at the last second. Big Mac's teeth came together with a loud, echoing click.

"Tsk, tsk, Big Mac. Bad slaves bite. And bad slaves are to be punished." Walking around again, three more apples were shoved up Big Mac's arse. Every so often, King would need to add more lube, but in the end, eighteen apples found themselves pressed together inside of Big Mac's colon. He'd started crying at twelve, but he'd still been fighting back, thinking it can't have become any worse. Now, how knew it could be. King wasn't going to stop until Sweet Apple Acres was empty of all of its fruit.

"I can keep doing this, Big Mac. We have plenty of fruit to shove up there." He smacked Big Mac's bulging abdomen. "I guarantee you, this will be a lot easier if you just suck my cock like a good little bitch."

Big Mac looked up at King, a towering display of power exceeding his own. He had little choice. With a quivering jaw, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He'd exceeded his limit. This had to end. As King's cock slid down his throat, he felt sleepy, then relieved, and finally he was gone.