Under the Rule of Yaks

Apple Bloom took a deep breath. She was back in front of the crowd again. Not for punishment, this time, but because the duke himself had so enjoyed watching her being fucked by farm animals. More than that, however, he’d liked that his personal slave, one Diamond Tiara, had been particularly insightful and was downright tickled to see Apple Bloom in utter misery. This was more her wish than his, but if she was going to pleasure him better, he was happy to facilitate it.

Apple Bloom was face-up this time, her legs tied down in an open position. Her pussy was elevated, and a little bit pulled apart. A rod had been inserted behind her back to push her abdomen forward to stretch it out, making her skin go taut. She had no idea what the plan was, as her master had left after she was tied up, and she was in the control of the various yaks that were running the arena.

“Cows and gentlebulls!” called the announcer. “Please ensure that you have enough snacks and drinks, and make sure you’ve availed yourself of the various toilet slaves we have available, because you’re not going to want to miss the next event!”

Apple Bloom had watched part of the last event. Rainbow Dash had fought a very large minotaur, and while she’d been beaten pretty hard, being bruised before the fight even began, she managed to pull out another win, and while she was gasping for breath as she pulled his unconscious body past her by the horns, she managed a wink at the filly, with the words “Knock ‘em dead, kid.”

If she’d said that to Scootaloo, she’d be over the moon right now. If a pony as great as Rainbow Dash was sure you’d please the crowd, you were in very high standing. If Apple Bloom knew what she’d be doing, that’d be even better, but for what she could do, it still felt good to be acknowledged.

She was picked up on her rack and carried out onto the field, and as the yaks carrying her retreated, she looked out over the stands. Her head was upside-down, so she had to right everything in her brain, but she could see that a lot of yaks had left, presumably to go do as the announcer had said to do. Sure enough, they started filing back in as a few tables were set up behind her, and a bunch of stuff was put on it. Rather, she thought it was a table, as it sounded like an elevated wooden platform when stuff was put on it, but she couldn’t turn around and look. She could not hope to fathom what was in the boxes. There was stuff, it sounded heavy, and that was about all she could tell. She’d find out soon, maybe, as it was probably going to be used on her.

She was doing her best to remain calm, but all of the blood rushing to her head was making her a bit dizzy, and the suspense was making her think grim thoughts. Perhaps they were just empty boxes that were reinforced to support the weight of something heavy that would climb on top of her and pin her down. Not that it would need to, as she was already tied down, but that was probably just to keep her from moving. Or maybe the reason they were so heavy was because they were weights, and they were going to pierce different parts of her body and weigh them down, which was why her skin needed to be so taut. Or maybe her skin was so taut so that they could whip her, and if the lashes cut through the skin, it would be wide open and easy to see from the stands. The thought of being cut open sent panic coursing through her veins, and she felt the need to struggle, yanking against her bonds to no avail.

“Cows and gentlebulls!” called the announcer. “Please find your seats, because this afternoon’s entertainment is ready to begin!”

She squeezed her eyes closed and whimpered. While Apple Bloom was known for being brave, almost to a fault, her inability to have any control of the situation was making it hard to stand tall, even though she couldn’t stand while strapped to the table. This was going to be agonising, and she could do nothing to stop it.

“We are pleased to have for you today a brand new routine. We all know how stretchy and malleable some fillies can be. A well-trained filly can literally bend over backwards. We’ve seen how far gymnasts can go, but despite being subjected to the weight of farm animals last you saw her, we have yet to see the elasticity of this young mare. Stomp your hooves for Stinky!”

Apple Bloom heard a loud yelp mixed in with the stomping. If she had to guess from the young stallion cradling his hind end, a yak had trodden on his tail. Or worse, his balls. She hoped he was alright, but even if things weren’t going well for him, they certainly weren’t about to improve.

A yak approached from behind her and grabbed her thigh, pulling it further down, causing her pain. It wasn’t supposed to bend that far, and it felt like her pussy was going to rip apart. She was at her limit for stretchiness already, and they’d only just begun.

She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter as the crowd let out a cheer. Something was happening, but she couldn’t bear to see what. Perhaps they were going to tie her hooves to a pair of yaks and take off in opposite directions until her body tore in half. She’d hoped to live to age fifty, at least, and she hadn’t even reached fifteen yet.

And yet, her hooves remained bound as some kind of ovoid was shoved into her pussy. It was about the size of a chicken egg, but it was rough and bumpy, and it burned a little bit. She chanced a glance up between her legs as another was being pushed in.

“And that’s two limes!” called the announcer. “Shall we go for three?”

It was still just one, but as the second was pushed in, Apple Bloom could see the lumps they were forming in her abdomen. They weren’t big lumps, but she now understood why she had to be pressed forward and her skin pulled taut. She was to display everything that would go into her, in both quantity and size. As the third lime went in, it pushed the other two further and further in, which would make them a bit more difficult to retrieve.

“Okay, looks like we’re going to stop at three limes,” called the announcer. “It looks like the administrator is reaching for his knife…”

Apple Bloom began to hyperventilate. A knife? This yak really was trying to cut her open!

But it never came. Rather, a lemon was cut in half and shoved into her. And then, another, and then a whole lemon. The juice burned as it was squeezed out inside of her.

“There it is!” called the announcer. “Three lemons! What's next?”

What was next was a pepper. Rather, there were several peppers. Thankfully, they were oiled up, so as they were shoved one by one into her arse, they slipped in easily, but as the eighth went in, it cracked under the pressure, spilling its juices and seeds inside of her.

As they spilled out, it caused her intestines to burn. This caused her to tense up her abdomen, and she ended up snapping the rest of the peppers and squeezing the lemons. The intense burning was more than she could take, and she cried out. Her body was on fire, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“It looks like our administrator has one more food item,” called the announcer. Apple Bloom couldn’t look. The flames erupting inside of her body had her legs trying to tense up. Whatever it was, she knew it couldn’t be good, though.

She felt it press against her arsehole. It was big, and it was covered in a rough, coarse skin. This wasn’t going to be easy.

He pushed it hard against her. She wanted this to be over already, but as much as she tried to relax her back half and let it sink in, her gut was convulsing, begging her to shit out the irritants that had lodged themselves in there. It certainly didn’t want anymore things to be brought in, especially things that could very easily plug her up even worse than gravity was doing to her.

“Looks like he’s having a little trouble fitting it in. Perhaps it’s time that he pushed just a bit harder, hm?”

That didn’t sound good to Apple Bloom. She could feel his grip tightening around her thigh, and the pressure increased. He was bound and determined to fit it in, no matter her opinion on the matter. This was beyond testing the limitations of her elasticity. This was pushing her limits. This was strapping her down and expecting her to walk away.

Finally, it had enough pressure behind it to slip in. Tears were running up her forehead and into her mane as the giant round orb crushed up the peppers crammed into her colon even further. She was in absolute agony.

“Who wants to see how much more she can swell?” called the announcer. A cacophony of stomping responded. What else could they possibly shove into her?

Fortunately, it wasn’t anything particularly large. She was afraid that something big would be added, but it was just a little tube. What did she have to fear from a small strand of rubber tubing being squeezed into her butt?

She would soon curse herself for having that thought. The tube suddenly turned cold, which was bad enough on its own. Worse was the reason it had turned cold. Liquid began to flow through it, filling her with freezing fluids. The sudden temperature drop caused her body to clench up even more than it already had. Those peppers in her arse were all crunched up by now, and the fluid running through them carried the capsaicin all throughout her colon, burning everywhere it touched.

She’d held out for so long, desperately hoping that something would happen to slow this down, to put a stop to it; any relief at all. Instead, it had just grown worse and worse, and she could no longer hold it in. Her mouth opened, and a scream of agony spilled out.

This only seemed to rev up the crowd more. They were waiting for this moment; the point where she would break, and there it was. She had broken, and still she was being filled up like a water balloon.

She tried to squeeze something out. Perhaps if she could push out the peppers, it would stop burning? She hoped so, because for some reason, the cold water was making them burn even more. Why was cold water becoming hot fire in her butt? She didn’t know, and didn’t care. She just wanted it out.

Unfortunately, the large, rough ball was blocking her. She was able to squeeze out a bit of water around the tube, but all this did was pepper spray her thighs, which then dripped onto her vagina.

Her screams increased in volume. Suddenly, all of the burning from her arse was dripping across the lips of her cunt. Her clitoris, especially, was absolutely ablaze with unmitigated agony, a bundled cluster of nerve endings all clasped together and doused in pepper.

She squeezed harder, but all it did was force more liquid out. Thankfully, it drained down her body around her neck. If it came anywhere near her eyes, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to stop crying. She had to loose the big ball wedged inside of her, but trying to squeeze it out wasn’t helping. She tried to just relax, returning her scream to a pitiful whimpering, but she could feel herself inflating once more. She was going to pop if she didn’t lose some of this filling, she thought to herself.

She took as deep a breath as she could. She was so full that she couldn’t think clearly, and hanging upside-down was not helping her in the slightest. She knew that she had to push it out, and in order for that to happen, she needed more pressure. She just had to wait. She had to last long enough to fill up enough to put strength behind her effort.

The cold water made her feel numb. She was sure it was ice-cold; colder than she was allowed to drink. She was afforded room-temperature water at best, no water at worst. If it was going in her mouth instead of her butt, this would have been a real treat.

Finally, she felt it running across her pussy without her needing to squeeze. She was well and truly full now. There was a dull pain reverberating in waves through her abdomen, pulsing and reflecting back and forth from being stretched too much.

“Cows and gentlebulls, I think that’s it!” called the announcer. “Look at that swell! She looks just about ready to pop!”

This was it. Now or never. If she was going to force this thing out, whatever it was, she had to act now.

“Oh, but what’s this? The administrator has one more pepper to go!”

Apple Bloom took a deep breath. She could wait. One more pepper would go in, and then she’d squeeze it all out. Better it went in now, and she could push it out with the rest.

She barely felt the hose being extracted. The big thing in her butt floated to the top, creating a plug. Good. It would be easier to force it out if it was creating its own pressure. As long as the pepper went past it, she could still push.

Except, the pepper wasn’t going in her arse. She couldn’t feel much from the chill of the water, aside from the burning sensation caused by the peppers, but she could feel that the pepper was going into her pussy.

This was terrible news. If that was where the pepper was, then it wouldn’t be squeezed out of her arse with whatever it was. Worse still, it hadn’t cracked yet. It was still holding its shape. If she squeezed too hard, that burning sensation would start anew in a much more sensitive place. A place already purified by lime and lemon juice. The pepper had little to go through to reach her more sensitive skin, and what it did have to go through would only make it more powerful.

She hadn’t even considered that squeezing the limes and lemons would cause their own burning sensation if they were squeezed. In comparison to the pepper, it was barely anything. In addition to the pepper… She didn’t want to think about it.

Unfortunately, she had to think about it. If she was going to squeeze out the contents of her colon, she would need pressure. In order to apply that pressure, she’d need to tighten her abdomen, and that would break the pepper and spill its juices inside of her pussy. Her choices were to either push out the blockage and potentially unleash the fires of hell on her pussy, or to leave everything intact and just be full of ice-cold water until she could remove it.

In the end, it came down to being removed from the arena. If she was too full to carry herself out, or if she passed out and was too heavy for somepony else to carry out, she’d be pushed aside. If she forced out all of the extra mass and weight, even if she passed out, she wouldn’t be all that big or heavy. She might just be tossed aside, anyway, but at least if somepony tried to rescue her, it’d be easier.

She took a few deep breaths and squeezed. There was no need to be gentle. If that pepper popped, she’d be unable to keep pushing for long, and she needed all of the pressure she could muster.

She could feel her arsehole stretching open, and something big was on its way out. It was wet and grippy, and it didn’t want to come out. But Apple Bloom kept pushing, biting down on her lower lip as her whole body shook. She held her breath, clenching as much as she could. If the water hadn’t washed away the oil, this would have been a lot easier, but it had to happen.

Finally, what sounded like an explosion roared out from her tail. She’d closed her eyes, but opened them just in time to see a grapefruit covered in orange chunks of pepper slam down on her face, followed by a spray of chunky water. She closed her eyes again, but it was too late. She’d pepper sprayed herself.

Her face wasn’t the only thing burning, either. While her anus tried to close itself, spilling the remaining pepper water from her arse, her vagina was filled with crushed pepper and citric acid. Her whole body was on fire.

“And there she goes, everyone! She’s finally popped!”

If Apple Bloom could tell the announcer to go fuck himself, she would absolutely do so without a moment’s hesitation. She couldn’t move right now, she couldn’t shout, she could barely breathe.

Feeling was starting to come back to her. As she was released from the rack, she felt herself hit the ground. She felt a fresh spray of liquid squirt out between her legs into her tail on impact, though she couldn’t feel from which hole right now. She was exhausted.

She heard a dull bark from… somewhere. Her head was spinning, and her eyes were burning too much to open. She couldn’t determine any directions, the only exception being up and down due to gravity still being in play.

Even if she couldn’t tell where the dog was, she could hear him coming closer, and she knew what he was supposed to do. She felt her tail being lifted and her thighs being patted, as if beckoning someone or something to take them. The dog, obviously. As she was lifted a little more, something yanked on her mane. Her captor was probably standing on her hair, if she had to guess.

It didn’t take long for the dog to mount her. He was probably trained for that exact purpose, and had done so multiple times a day for the entertainment of the crowds. These yaks were sick, and torturing ponies with massive dogs was par for the course with them.

She could feel his claws digging into her hips and waist. He was heavy, and he was big. Bigger than she was, for sure. He hadn’t yet inserted, just humping her a little bit, but she could feel him preparing himself. He was going to slip free of his sheath first, and then insert himself into her.

She didn’t have to wait long. With a growl, he lined himself up and began furiously humping, almost managing to drive his knot in within seconds, despite his massive size. His fervor was just that powerful.

However, those few seconds were as long as he managed to last. No sooner had he started than his dick began to grind up the spicy pepper that was still in there, and with a loud yelp of obvious pain, he bolted away from her as fast as he could and curled up in the corner, trying desperately to remove himself of the irritants that were now burning his dick.

Apple Bloom had mixed feelings. On one hoof, she was glad to be rid of him. She didn’t want the pepper being crammed in further and broken down into smaller chunks. On the other, much larger hoof, she felt sorry for him. He was just a dumb animal, having been beckoned to her by a sadistic yak that wanted to see what would happen. She liked dogs well enough, and if he were just somepony’s pet, she’d do her best to make sure he was happy and healthy. Some apple slices in a bowl, peanut butter and oatmeal cookies, a dish of cold water and some belly rubs would be her first thought. It was good for Winona, at any rate.

When it was clear that the dog wasn’t coming back, the yak dropped her. She could open her eyes, now, if only just barely. The yak that had been tormenting her had lost interest, as had a fair bit of the audience. If she was free to go, she could crawl back to the entrance, and if not, one of the yaks would have her dragged back. And so, she turned toward the gate and started pulling herself along on her elbows.