Author's Note

This one's more direct, sorry slow-pacers!

Also, probably did psychology wrong. Maybe. Dunno.

2- Applejack's Side

Of course, what Applejack hadn't considered when picking the line was that there usually was a reason for why people didn't queque somewhere.

That reason, in her case, was called "a body scanner is installed".

Sighing in annoyance at the idea, Applejack watched somewhat apprehensively as other ponies went forward, putting their things in the X-ray machine right before stepping into the scanner to be seen as mom made them. Regardless, since she had grabbed the raging bull, her only option was to ride it out and hope to come out untouched.

Once it was her turn, she took care to place her phone, her wallet and her buff leather back into the tray, pushing it on the rolling pins towards the X-rays. Afterwards, once the stallion in front of her had managed to get out without any problems, she waited for the sliding round door to open, and then, knowing the method by heart, held her arms up high in the air, her tail down and her legs open.

There was the obnoxious sound of the alarm blaring.

"Oh for the love of..." she muttered as one dark purple towering guard mare and one thin and tall bespectacled guard stallion rushed towards her, opening the door with the pressure of a single button outside. The stallion took her wrist and dragged her outside saying, "Come with me, young lady, you need to recieve extra assessment."

She didn't even stumble, but the fact he had managed to yank her out of the body scanner did make her heart skip a beat and made her swing her tail wildly.

"What in tarnation does that mean? Are y'all going to strip me down and fondle me to look fer' nothing at all?" she snarled, but, before she could react any further, she found herself pushed inside a door into a jade green-tiled room, and then shoved aside like some sort of twig by the guard mare.

"If you'd like to lose your flight, we can do this slower," the guard mare said as she effortessly dragged a portable olive green cloth screen towards her and created a semi-circle with it. "Oak Head, bring your lazy legs over here and help me out."

The previous guard slammed the door behind him, grabbed a pair of disposable gloves from within a sort of cabinet in a corner of the room, and hurried to Applejack as he was still fitting them on his hands.

"Y'all can't do this to me!" she yelled in frustration.

"Actually, we can. It's literally our job," Oak Head said sneering as pushed his glasses up by the bridge. "And, besides, you aren't helping you case by struggling."

Applejack groaned in annoyance, clenching her fists for several seconds, before sighing in annoyance.

"Fine, Ah'll obey. Do Ah have to take a particular pose or somethin'?" she said, tapping her boot-clad hoof on the floor.

"The one you are keeping right now is good enough for now," Oak said with a deadpan tone while gesturing to the guard mare. Quick as greased lighing, she grabbed her decently muscular arms by the armpit, and put them into a sort of elbow lock, making Applejack exclaim, "hey! Don't be so rough!" as she gave a few bucks to the air.

He proceeded to undo her belt and unbutton her jeans, as they fell on the ground they revealed the pair of striped red-yellow boyshorts Applejack was wearing, and kneeled; his agile and nimble fingers crept past her undies' hem, brushing against her body, giving her a strange sensation between the slimy and the powdery. Once he seemingly felt sure of having a grip, he pulled them away somewhat to peek inside, revealing her savage pubic fluff, her vagina and her mildly yellowed leak pad.

"Blech, who does they think they are to do this to me? He's a creepy stallion guy staring my pussy, and she's a big bully who won't let me leave, and I'm standing here, powerless..." she thought, blushing in embarassment and a bit of shame as she felt his pulling out her pad, examining it intently with both eyes and touch for several seconds like an archeologist examining an ancient relic, before he decided to drop it, clearly realizing that was a plain old hygine product. He reached behind her in complete silence and started moving her fingers against her decently-sized butt, brushing against her asshole every once in a while as he tried to finding any sort of incriminating thing.

Ah feel so powerless... no, Ah'm powerless, with this strong and big mare behind me and this stallion treating mah underwear as his playground, he could be entering any moment now and– her train of thought was derailed as she felt her loins quiver and get a little bit wet. Did Ah just... ?

Her boyshorts were pulled down a little, making her buttcheeks protude out of their compression, and then she felt his fingers giving shy pokes into her butt, and for some reasons, the feeling (and thought of what was actually happening) felt more pleasant than uncomfortable, to the point some more liquid leaked out of her snatch. AJ squeaked like a mice as she cringed.

"Ah-Ah can't believe Ah'm bein' turned on by a security inspection by a guy" she thought, biting her lip as she instinctively clenched her butt against his intruding fingertips, feeling somewhat mortified at her own growing arousal "Even though the gal is kinda good lookin' and... wait, am Ah really thinkin' this?"

"Well, nothing inside your knickers, aside from your peed pad, might as well give you a good chairing," Oak said as he reached for a cabinet hidden from Applejack's sight "take your boots and pants off, you aren't going to need them."

Applejack was let go from the guard mare's grasp. She massaged her pained armpits, but while she did so, she felt the guard mare's massive hands grab her boyshorts and pull them down in one sudden move, making Applejack jmp up a little, almost losing her balance, and gasp as she felt the cold room's air blowing upon her now-exposed wet pussy and butt. When she was composed again, she realized that her heart was beating faster and her crotch was quaking in interest, much to her dismay.

"Ah... Ah don't know what's happening to mah head, why is her and him treating me dirt turnin' me on so much, is it just how buff she's?" she thought while hesitantly moving to the sorta-reclining light brown chair the guard stallion had set up, as the guard stallion held onto a pocket torch, which he was using to do hand tricks better suited for butterfly knives, smiled at her in a strange way.

She climbed onto the chair and laid down belly up, her legs closed and soon opened up as if she was going to the gynecologist by the guard mare setting them apart, thus allowing her shiny labia to be easily seen by Oak.

He massaged her labia and clit for a few seconds, making her produce a moan she couldn't proprely suppress for it felt like static electricity building up in her sensitive regions and buzzing pleasantly there, in spite of the less-than-pleasant context.

Lay back and think of Pinkie's Ma, she thougth, closing her eyes and focusing on an image of Cloudy Quartz dressing up while trying to dispel the want away, but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't ignore the tingling feeling of her vag masterfully spread open by two fingers, nor the strange warmth she was feeling all over her nether regions, and the massage to her internal folds aided by the juices she was creating was producing an electrifying pleasure that she could associate only with a few expert mares and Pinkie, until it reached the point she actually imagining Cloudy Quartz fingering her, at which point, with a head shake and a, "gah!" she opened her eyes and breathed rapidly for a few seconds.

"Looks like you're getting randy, pretty rare I must say," Oak's voice betrayed satisfaction "which might explain why did you choose to put a spiral in your womb. Can't be easy to convince all stallions you meet to put on a johnny."

Applejack bellowed in embarassed shock and glared at him.

"Ah'm a lesbian pardner, Ah just have heavy periods a–" she crossed her arms over her sculpted boobs.

"Yes, yes, of course, that's all what they say. Anyhow, I technically should, by regulation, mandated to remove it," Oak said– his words made Applejack cringe at the simple idea of pulling her spiral out– as he turned his back to her, arms crossed behind his back before he slowly raised one of them to show a raised index finger. "Of course, I can overlook this, at a price."

Aplejack stared at him with pleading eyes, while the guard mare looked at him with quite transparent annoyance.

"What Ah gotta do?" she asked unsurely, thought deep in her soul she was afraid she knew exactly what he was going to ask her.

"So, you said you are a lesbian, right?"

She nodded, thinking, "Ah don't like where this is goin', no siree" as she instinctively moved one hand to cover up her exposed vagina.

"Well, as you can imagine, I'm straight as an arrow from a longbow, and I've always wondered about something," he dramatically paused to snicker, his colleague getting visibly more annoyed.

"What did ya wonder about fer so long?" she asked, really wishing she hadn't left her hat in her luggage right now, so that it could cover her privates better, since her hand wasn't doing a good enough job and her tail was just shy of being long enough to do the job.

"Before that I have to ask, have you ever used strap-ons and the like?" he asked with a mocking sing-song as he turned around to smirk at Applejack– whose reaction was to shift in her seat uncomfortably.

"Ah-Ah've but... Ah'm not avaible, 'specially to asshole guys like that." she said, summoning her emaining courage to defy him at least somewhat.

Oak sighed deeply.

"I guess I'll have to–"

"Would you PLEASE get to your fucking point?" the guard mare whipped the hair with her tail as she dramatically did an annoyed crotch chop "I'll get to the point for him: either you fuck us and go free after, or he removes your spiral and you pay several bits for the trouble. Got it?"

Applejack gritted her teeth, hissing "Lemme think 'bout it" as she still laid there.

"Ah can't afford to spend tons on a stupid fine and Ah'd rather die than pull out mah hormone spiral thingie, and the mare is kinda sexy and quite strong Ah must admit." she massaged her chin with her free hand "But... Ah don't like stallions at all, it's not very dignified, and Ah don't wanna do this, 'specially if Pinkie discovers this.

She mulled over it some more, alternating "money" and "dignity/loyalty" in her mind as possible things to sacrifice, but no matter what she did, she couldn't make a proper decision. It didn't help much that the stallion was looking at her with a smug and self-satisfied grin, with the guard mare busy at the cabinet busy doing something on some machine, her back turned which showed off her tight trousers overly defining her leg muscles and ass.

Out of the blue she heard a bleeping and static sound coming from the cabinet, sort of like the fax machines she used to see in offices still.

"Ah don't have much time..." she thought as she wiggled her legs in nervousness "Ah'll be brave and be silent."

"So, what's your choice?" Oak asked.

"Ah'm gonna give y'all what y'all want," she said with some anger in her voice "Go on, show me whatcha got!"

"You heard her Tin Heart, come get some!" Oak said gesturing to the guard mare.

Tin brought in a sheet of paper and a red marker. Much to under perplexity and horror, Applejack realized that the sheet was a printout of her previous body scan.

"Together one at a time?" Oak asked while taking the marker.

"We promised her something quick, let's keep our word," Tin said while wildly pointing at the image of Applejack's naked body.

"Can she give me a suck?"

"No she can't, I don't wanna work her pussy for nothing."

"Fine then, you get a cunnilingus, I fuck her in the ass for max comfort," Oak smudged with the ruby red market Applejack's
scanner picture's mouth and buttcheeks with a marker "I'll go pick up the lube, you do you."

Tin clapped and rubbed her hands together and then proceeded to grab onto her trousers' edge, before pulling them down, revealing that she was wearing a blood red pair of brazilian-style undies with a bow mattching her minty green tail.

She smiled coyly at Applejack and helped her off the chair, before forcing her to stand down on all fours like a bitch, a move that got Applejack blushing and feeling hot once more. The fact that now Tin's crotch was now right in front of her muzzle made her feel even more vulnerable– and hotter– a feeling that could only increase as Tin's strong hand lead her head towards her panties. Soon Applejack found her nostrils deep into the musky and stinky fabric that stood between her mouth and Tin's well-aged pussy, and, as much as her rational part really wanted to move away disgusted, her stronger irrational part only wanted to keep inhaling and huff the strange, petrol-like smell of her sweat and accumulated juices, if anything only so that she could produce more of her own and make herself feel pleasantly on fire. In all of this, Tin was lightly moaning and muttering, "Do you like me now yet? Then you haven't seen anything."

Applejack heard a squishing sound in-between her moans, pants and her partner's own bodily noises, but she didn't pay much attention, until she felt something outright sliding up and down her huge and firm backside, brushing against her asshole every so often and making her legs tremble.

"Don't mind me," Oak said as he kept on sliding up and down, using Applejack's rear buns as a fit for his twitching hot dog. "I'm just being exploratory, for now."

Recollecting just enough composure, Applejack turned her head around and tried to comment but, before she could do so, she felt her ass penetrated at what felt like supersonic speed, prompting her to squeal and turn all her body flush as her clenching innards tried and failed to grab onto the very lubed long dick, managing only to be massaged from time to time and pushing some poop upwards much to Applejack's confused pleasure.

"Oh my, looks like this dyke just loves getting her ass worked by my stallion cock!" Oak exclaimed as he grabbed onto Applejack's butt and gripped it with the might of a demigod to push better, making her yelp. "It's so bloody loose, a lorry could drive through!"

"A-a-ahhh... Ah'm used to toys, not pencils!" she tried to be sassy, but her costant moaning and twitching, combined with the drippings coming from her pussy, didn't work in her favour, and her body seemingly didn't seem to notice the difference, since it was making her feel heat up just the same.

"You're mouthy, would you like to have something to keep that whipping tongue busy?"

Somehow, Applejack found her muzzle buried deep inside Tin's musky labia and her tongue lapping up the weird-tasting juices, and this suddeness only caused her legs to spasm violently in appreciation as she moaned right inside Tin's sopping wet pussy, leading to more pleasued groaning from the strong mare.

"What in tarnation, that was better than with Pinkie, she thought as she used her experience with tongue-washing to whip and lick every nook and cranny and ribbing of Tin's most intimate place, only encouraged by the squishing pleasure her incompatible assfucking was giving her. "Maybe I should let her top more often."

Electricity was building up inside of her, her poor unused pussy spasmed at the same– very fast– pace Tin's one was, her heart going faster than greased lighting, and heat was getting so high she started to sweat and make puddles with it. Soon Applejack felt something growing inside her womb, something that became stronger and stronger by the second, until she realized in her haze that she was going to orgasm soon, but she had no away to announce it. Her hands wildly twitched around as she tried to somehow both lick Tin's cunt and talk, to no avail, the lack of coordination brought by the confused liking of that unusual threesome not helping any.

Nature waited for no one, and after trying to hold it together by cleching her butt as tightly as possible (to a concert of appreciating grunts from Oak), she finally orgasmed, spraying Oak's legs with her apple-scented mare juices (and a little bit of pee) and shouting incoherent syllabes into Tin, who in turn cried out, "Getting soaked!" and then started to sing as Applejack basically drinked and inhaled a torrent of mare juices– making her pull out her muzzle to look down and cough with her body still tingly.

"Aw bollocks, I was so close," Oak lamented as he panted and pulled out, his dick stiff as a flagpole but much wetter. "Can't you let me finish?"

"Go help him out, young lady." Tin said among the pants as she went to sit on the chair, wiping sweat off her brow.

She really would've wished to protest, but her still-hazy mind decided that it was an order from Mistress, and by Celestia she was going to do it. She sat on her knees and, after coughing the last bit of juices and saliva, she turned around.

His dick, truth to be told, still didn't look appealing to her, being lesbian to the core, but she also was dumbed down enough by her shocking orgasm that she didn't care, as long as her Mistress was pleased... whoever she was. She looked at his dick once again, and started to massage his shaft by rubbing her hands against it, the texture feeling much like one of those high-end strap-on Pinkie purchased from time to time, but much warmer and, of course, slippery. Oak, for his part, seemed to like the treatment– however sloppy– giving her a thumbs-up between groans and snorts of pleasure.

Applejack then went forward and started circling his glans slowly, brushing against it much like a bigger clit on a sort of pole. She was feeling numb, but she wanted to go on still.

Finally, after some more touching and brushing, a huge spurt of cum flew out of Oak's dick and onto Applejack's shirt and hair.

"Ehehe... whoopsie daisy." he said mockingly as he patted her head. "Good dyke. You're free to go."

"Well, time for clean-up now. I'll go fetch everything," Tin said as she put her underwear and trousers back on.

"And that's why. Ah feel mighty bad for cheating on ya, even if it was just to, y'know, escape a conundrum."

Pinkie's hair had deflated a bit, and hugged Applejack tight.

"It's not your fault, I forgive you, I can see how they were mean and stuff," she said snuggling against her as Applejack did much the same. "I hope I can make it better."

"Well, now that yer' here and have forgiven me... Ah don't feel as bad. Might want to not do wilder things when we arrive, though," Applejack said and Pinkie nodded.

In the terminal hall, an announcement blared, "Terminal five calling all passengers for boarding flight number one-oh-seven-oh-seven; Terminal five calling all passengers for boarding flight one-oh-seven-oh-seven."

"That's our flight!" Pinkie exclaimed "Let's get it!"

Applejack in turn nodded and followed Pinkie with a waddling step to the terminal.

"This vacation will be very needed, Applejack thought while balancing her buff bag, smiling at what was to come.