Survival Through Resignation

Applejack had lost most of her fight the moment she saw Apple Bloom's carriage leave the station. She'd been fighting for her sister's life, but now she, too was gone from her grasp. First Twilight, then Big Macintosh, then Granny Smith. Now even Apple Bloom had been torn from her. Any pride she may have felt in her family turned to shame at her failure to protect them.

She was placed in a crate with two other mares. While she was firmly secured to the wall, likely with bonds that she could have broken again, she was tired and heartbroken. She had neither the energy nor the drive to keep fighting back. Not right now, anyway.

The other mares were significantly less secure. One was bound by her wrists behind her back, and was told to kneel. She did with little coaxing. The other was very clearly used to this sort of life, and had already been adorned with painted stripes and a harem outfit. She kneeled without needing to be told, and wasn't at all bound.

The rest of the auction went on without incident. Applejack watched for a few minutes, but her mind wasn't on what was going on in front of her. She was thinking about the life of servitude Apple Bloom had been sentenced to, and was being sent to be trained for. After an hour or so, she fell asleep. The events of the last two days had been harrowing, and she needed rest.

She woke to the feeling of cold water rushing across her body, causing her muscles to all contract at once. She was no longer in the crate, nor was she back in a wagon. She was in a white tiled room, which was notably very clean. A small mare, green with a dark brown mane, was holding a bucket in front of her, looking up at her with wide eyes. Also in the room was a tall, muscular zebra with a disgusted sneer. She was hanging from the ceiling, chains bound to her wrists and ankles, but her gag had been removed.

"You, my dear, have the most interesting name," stated the zebra, stepping forward and waving his hand at the mare to back away. "If I was called "Fuck You," I'd feel a great shame. I'd despise my parents for a name quite as sad. It's no wonder that your mind snapped and you went mad."

"That ain't my name, Jackass," growled Applejack. "Let me down from here, an' Ah'll go easy on ya."

The zebra chuckled. He took a step back and waved for the mare to step forward again. She had a different bucket, which she tossed onto Applejack. The water was freezing. "You'll have to excuse my temporary retreat," smiled the zebra, waving the mare off and stepping forward again. "My waterproof clothing only applies to my feet. The rest of my outfit is dry-clean only. Were it to be damaged, I would feel quite homely."

Applejack snorted, then spat a gob of mucous onto his face. "More than you deserve."

The zebra shook his head, wiping it off with his hand and then wiping that off on the mare's mane. "Feisty, but I knew that from the very beginning. A fiery temper, body built for sinning. Breaking you will be fun, and will leave an impression on those who would fight me with boundless aggression. You will become my most loyal bride, after we bring out your submissive side."

"Ah wouldn't marry you if you was the last stallion in Equestria!" she snapped back, pulling against her bonds.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, my dear. You are my property, that much is clear. I will decide what you will and won't do, and we'll change your name to something that's not "Fuck You."" He turned and walked to the door, then called back to the mare, "Give her a scrub-down, and remove all her clothes. She's my concubine now, she won't be needing those."

As the door clicked shut, the mare dumped out the third bucket of cold water on the ground, and Applejack was glad that her feet were elevated off the floor. She then grabbed all three and disappeared behind Applejack. The sound of a faucet rushing against the floor was heard, interrupted by a hand, then blocked by a bucket as the pressure slowed down.

As a hand graced her hip, Applejack gyrated her body, thrusting her hips forward, backward, side-to-side, anywhere that wasn't where this mare was. After a short struggle, the mare grabbed ahold of Applejack's flannel shirt, cutting it along the back from bottom to top. With what, Applejack didn't know, but soon, the sleeves were gone, as well.

Undoing the belt was easy. The decorative buckle pulled right off, and the whole thing came undone in one swift tug, without even damaging it. Well, no more than splashing cold water on leather normally did.

Tha jeans were another story. Being well-versed in farm work, Applejack had invested in sturdy, thick, durable jeans, and with them also being form-fitting, they were difficult to pry away from her body to separate from her legs, especially on the seams where the fabric was tripled in thickness. Nevertheless, the mare managed to strip it off.

After turning off the water, all that was left was Applejack's underwear. Her boots had long been removed by the guards that had pinned her to the bottom of the cart, after she had jabbed one with her spurs. Her socks came off easy, as socks do. The straps to her bra were cut, then the hooks undone, freeing her breasts, then her cotton panties were cut away. The very last thing to be removed were her hair ties.

Now that she was fully nude, the mare came to her with a soft-bristled, long-handled brush. She was shorter than Applejack, meaning she needed the long handle to reach her wrists, even standing on her toes. Even then, it wasn't easy, as Applejack struggled the whole time. It took an hour and a half just to clean her arms.

The zebra came back just as the mare with the brush was rinsing Applejack's thighs. He was eating an apple, reminding Applejack that she hadn't had anything to eat in two days. "You should have been done, but you're just to the knees. Do you want to be dirty, or just to displease?"

Applejack couldn't answer back. She was trying to hold her legs closed so as not to expose her genitals for him, or for the mare trying to scrub them, but the rest of her mind was sounding alarm bells, her instincts urging her to do everything in her power to claim that apple. In the end, it was her legs that gave way, even without the promise of food. Desperation had weakened her mind.