Applejack sighed, stirring her mug of warm cider as she leaned against the barn’s doorframe. “How ya holdin’ up?”
“Hah!” Dash’s voice absolutely did not crack as she spoke. “N-Never better!”
The pegasus tensed up, shaking her body to test her restraints.
She was bound to a chair, with a belt tightly wound around her waist pinning her wings to her side. Her forelegs were also bound behind the chair’s back, and her rear legs were in front of her, locked in a heavyset wooden stockade. The clasp was sealed with a silver, metal lock, quietly taunting her as it rattled about.
Applejack took another sip before trotting over to her bound friend. “Sure.”
Dash tossed her mane back, letting out a shaky laugh. “Y-You, uh didn’t tell me what you’re doing yet.”
“You’ll find out,” Applejack said from behind her. “Last chance to back out.”
“And lose the bet? Hah! You’re crazy if you think I’m taking that,” Dash declared.
“Suit yerrself.”
Dash grunted in surprise when a piece of rope was suddenly wound around her chest. “H-Hey! Take it easy!”
“Shush up now.”
Dash gulped but obeyed. Applejack continued wrapping rope around Dash’s body. By the time Applejack appeared in front of her again, her already limited movement became practically non-existent.
“C’mon, at least tell me what you’re going to do,” Dash whined in an effort to distract herself. She flexed her wings and arms, trying to see if Applejack had left her the slightest amount of tension. Quickly Dash discovered that she hadn’t.
Applejack ignored the question, tying some more rope around Dash’s rear legs.
“W-Why do you even have these things?”
“There we go,” Applejack said, apparently satisfied with her ropework. “These things? Mac and Ah crafted them ages ago. Had some no-good vermin sneak in to rob us of crop and equipment. We figured this would be a good way to persuade ‘em to stop.”
Dash shuddered. “What… What did you do?”
“You’re gonna find out.” Applejack turned, gesturing to two nearby cider jugs and a smaller jar of what appeared to be store-bought peanut butter.
Applejack took the peanut butter and unscrewed the lid, procuring a butter knife in her free hoof and approaching the stockade.
“A-AJ? What’re you doing?” Dash asked worriedly. “You… You know I have sensitive hooves!”
“Not doin’ nothin’,” Applejack said simply. She stuck the knife into the thick spread, and to Dash’s confusion, began applying it to her hooves.
Dash was unsure how to react, but a knot of dread began tying itself in her chest. Before she could speak, Applejack caught her eye and gave a daring grin. That kind that just begged her to back down, matched with a strange flame in her eye that just screamed of competition.
Refusing to give in, Dash bit down on her tongue and sat there, fidgeting slightly while Applejack continued to cover her hooves in a thick layer of peanut butter. Confusion and some semblance of fear worked their way through her system, but Dash couldn’t piece together what Applejack had in mind with all of this.
“There we go!” Applejack stood up, screwing the jar back onto the lid. “Now, here’s where the fun begins.”
“About time,” Dash scoffed, trying to hide her skittishness. “I’m falling asleep over here!”
Applejack laughed and it sent shudders down Dash’s spine.
“Aw, don’t you worry ‘bout that. This here’s gonna keep you awake for a good while.” Applejack let out a shrill whistle that made Dash flinch. “Winona! Here girl!”
There was an excited bark, and a bolt of white and brown shot through the barn’s side door, right to Applejack’s side.
“Aw, who’s a good girl?” Winona flopped down onto her back and presented her belly, getting a laugh out of Applejack as she began to rub it. “Now see her, Dash. Winona loves us Apples, but the one thing she likes more is food.”
On cue, Winona’s nose began to twitch. The dog flopped over again, following her nose before her eyes fell onto Dash’s hooves.
“One of her favorites?” Applejack flashed a grim smile in Dash’s direction. “Peanut butter.”
Winona’s eyes went wide as her tongue flopped out giddily.
Dash froze as she finally pieced together what Applejack’s plan was. “W-Wait–”
With a happy bark, Winona sprinted over to the stockade.
Dash tried to pull her hooves away, but the stockade held them firmly in place. There was nowhere for her to hide them.
“A-ARGH!” A scream escaped her lips as a coarse, rough tongue began lapping away at her hoovers. “S-STOP! AJ, GET HER AWAY FROM MEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAH!”
Applejack let out a low whistle, taking her cider cup and stirring it again. “Dang, girl! Figured you were tougher than that.”
“HNNNNGH!” Dash thrashed about, desperate to do anything to end the unwanted contact.
“Now, now, sugarcube,” Applejack chided, holding up a small golden key. She jerked her head to the silver lock that was holding the stockade shut. “Ah can let you out real nice and easy, if you’d just admit that I’m the real Iron Pony.”
Dash could barely hear Applejack’s words over the sound of her own laughing and yelling. Winona’s tongue seemed to make contact with her hoof at a different spot every time: the ridge of the hoof, the cushy middle portion, and the lower, soft heel. Each touch was maddening to her, every lick driving her cries up another notch in volume.
Finally, Applejack tugged on Winona’s collar. The dog whined but obeyed, granting Dash a much-needed moment of reprieve. “Ah… Ah… Applejack,” Rainbow panted, seething in rage. “What the fuck?!”
Applejack grinned, holding up the key. “All ya gotta do is say, once and for all, that Ah’m the real Iron Pony.” She paused for some dramatic effect. “But that’s final. I’ll take ya straight to Twi so she can write it in the record. Now you wanna fight it, Ah can leave you in there for, say, six hours, and you leave with yer title. But you decide now and now only, no turnin’ back once you say yes or no.”
Dash gnashed her teeth, considering Applejack’s words. She glared at Winona accusingly, but the dog just smiled back innocently.
Her hooves were still smothered in a thick layer of chunky peanut butter. It had only lasted for a few minutes but they could’ve been hours for her.
Was she really about to put herself through six hours just for a silly title?
Who was she kidding, she was Rainbow Dash. Pride was something that was super glued into her body. Of course she was.
Dash stuck her tongue out at Applejack, even if her heart and head screamed that she was about to make the worst decision of her life.
“Well alrighty.” Applejack smiled, stuck the key into the brim of her hat, and let go of Winona’s leash. “Get her, girl!”
Winona didn’t need the encouragement. In seconds she was upon Dash again, tongue flopping loose and slobber flying through the air.
“Hnnnng.” Dash grunted, holding her breath and biting down hard on her lip.
Applejack slowly trotted towards her, undoing her mane from its ponytail. “Knew it was bad, didn’t know you had it this bad!”
It was no secret that Dash spent little time on the ground. Her entire childhood was spent walking on soft, puffy clouds, and even when she had moved closer to Ponyville she was nearly always hovering above the ground.
As such, she was very unaccustomed to contact.
Contact that now would be non-stop for six entire hours.
Applejack had taken a hairbrush from somewhere and was combing the knots from her mane. Something occurred to her and she spun the brush in her hoof. “Yknow… you’re doin’ real well. Maybe even too well.”
“Hehehehehewhat do you mean?”
Dash quickly found out as Applejack moved behind her and began scrubbing at her chest with the brush.
The results were disastrous for Dash.
“GAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU CAN’T DO THATTTAHAHAHAHAHHA!” Dash wailed
“What’re ya gonna do about it?” asked Applejack.
Dash answered with another high pitched wail as Winona’s tongue found a new spot on her hoof. The heel portion of her hoof was silky smooth and barely ever made contact with anything. As such, it proved to be incredibly ticklish.
“NOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAH!”
Applejack’s hairbrush continued to strut about Dash’s stomach in circles, disturbing the fluff which decorated it.
Dash threw her head back as she screamed again. “APPLEJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Always knew you were a screamer!” Applejack laughed. She began guiding the hairbrush to Dash’s right, keen to explore the armpit area where her foreleg met her body.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dash’s scream climbed yet another octave as she thrashed about. “NOOOOOO NOT THERE!”
“Ohoho, yes there!” Applejack declared, already moving in to attack the fresh spot.
Dash tried to squeeze her forelegs together in order to block out the brush, but the ropes held fast and she found herself unable to block it out. “AHAHAHAHAHAOH CELESTIA, SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Winona barked, but quickly returned to licking away at her hooves. The peanut butter was growing less and less by the second, which was great in that it meant she would stop soon, but bad in the sense that there was now nothing barring the tongue from her naked hoof.
“FUCK MEEHAHAHAHAHAHA, MAKE IT STOPPPPPHAHAHHAHA!”
“You know what you gotta say,” Applejack responded.
“NEVER!” Dash cried through another scream.
“Suits me jus’ fine.” Applejack used her free hoof to poke at Dash’s ribs, dislodging a squeal from her friend. “Hoo-wee! Yer soft like a cloud, Dashie.”
Dash hated how true that statement was. Winona left no inch unexplored on her hoof, and every inch was now soaked in a mixture of peanut butter remnant and dog slobber. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now, her throat was starting to feel scratchy, and her jaw and cheeks were beginning to hurt.
“Aw, Dashie! That’s gross!”
Dash barely registered the words, but upon feeling something wet between her legs, the humiliating truth hit her. “OH FUCCKKKKKK!” she wailed as a puddle of urine began spreading out onto the seat, dripping down its legs and onto the barn’s dirty floor.
It was a blessing from above that Applejack finally relented, moving away from her body. Her sky blue fur was slightly red now, in a shade that complimented the blush decorating her cheeks. A few final drops of piss escaped from her body, reminding Dash that while her honor may have been intact, her dignity had long passed away.
“Good girl,” Applejack said, giving a few pats to Winona before trotting back to her temporary work station. She set down the brush and picked up the jugs, hefting them over to the stockade easily.
“Whahahahat is that?!”
Dash noticed that there was a metal beam welded to the side of the stockade, with a circular ring at the top that seemed the perfect size to hold the jug.
Applejack flipped the bottle upside down and locked it into the ring, giving it a few pats to make sure it was sturdy. “Honey! Winona’s second favorite food!”
Dash then realized two things: first, that there was a tiny hole poked into the cork of the jug, meaning that drops of honey slowly leaked out of it. Second, the jug was positioned directly over her hooves.
“NOOOOOOOO!”
Winona perked up as her tongue tasted the honey, and she let out a happy yelp before licking even faster.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOO YOU STUPID DOG!”
“Be nice to her,” Applejack chided, moving behind Dash again.
Dash squeezed her eyes shut, expecting a return of the hairbrush, but instead felt something thick and wet shoved into her mouth. “WHMMMMMPH?!”
Her eyes fluttered open again, trying to see what Applejack had done.
“Gonna need ya to simmer down a bit. Yer gonna wake the whole neighborhood,” Applejack grunted.
Dash moved her jaw slightly and her teeth sank into the cloth object. Something foul trickled down her throat, and a strange odor filled her nose. Is that a sock?! Did she just put a sock in my mouth?!”
“Mppphlejmph!” Dash tried to spit it out, but the knotted socks were firmly planted inside her mouth.
Applejack wiped her brow, apparently satisfied with her work. “There. That oughta keep you still n’ quiet ‘til I get back.”
“Whmph?!”
“Chores ain’t gonna do ‘emselves!” Applejack laughed heartily. “Ah’ll come check on ya in a few hours. Replace the honey too. Ah’m sure you’ll be fine. After all, ya got Winona to keep ya company!”
Dash let out an anguished, muffled scream that quickly dissolved into laughter.
Applejack tipped her hat, pulling open the barn door. “Have fun you two!”
“NMPH! DMPH LEAPH MEEEEEE!” wailed Dash, a fresh volley of tears in her eyes.
But there was nothing she could do but watch in despair as Applejack slowly pulled the barn door shut.
The sound of its closing rang like a deafening echo in her ears, but it was one that was quickly drowned away by her own manic laughter.
