Best Left Unknown.

The walk back was very awkward, not for Applejack this time, but for poor, little Applebloom, who had felt she just turned her friends to prostitutes for their own pleasure. Still, she was happy to hear about the surprise in store for herself.

They had reached the yard, the sun simmering a silhouette of the barn down on the ponies as they continued for it. Applejack started them towards the house. She opened the door, giving no direction of where she was heading them.

“Y’all best way here for now” Applejack said, halting the fillies outside of Granny Smith’s room.

There was only whimpers of talk, silence among the fillies as they waited for their money to be put to good use. The voices of the mares became louder, as they finally ended whatever meeting they were having.

The orange hoof became visible upon the doors opening. “Y’all ready for it?” Applejack asked. Granny Smith placed in her disgusting, slobbery dentures into her aged mouth.

“What little ones will I be taking?” Granny Smith asked, unable to remember what they had decided on in the room.

“Ah’ll be taking Applebloom, Granny. Ya just take them other two. C’mon Applebloom, we’re going downstairs, Sugarcube.”

She headed her sister down into the dark abyss that they had called a cellar. Applebloom had never been down here, as the entry was always covered by junk making it practically invisible to her eyes. The basement was filled with objects that could not be identified without light. She could make out a contraption in the middle of the room, made of metal and wires placed in positions as if to keep a pony tied.

“W-What we gonna be doing here, sis?” Applebloom gulped, regret giving a foal taste.

Applejack bucked at a hidden switch in the wall. “Oh, you’ll see.” The room lit up as bright as the night sky. It was quite odd for a farm family to have something like this. There was a small table covered with a gray tarp, tools laid below the tarp creating their outprints.

“What are those for...?” Applebloom shuttered.

“They be for later,” Applejack prepared the contraption in the center of the room. “Appebloom, get ya flank over here and let me strap ya in.” Applebloom walked slowly towards the metal formation, regret filling her soul. Applejack placed latches around her hooves, tying her to the scraps. “Ya ready?” Applebloom shaked her head.

She pulled the tarp off the table, the tools revealed themselves as odd medical tools from older times. But there was one tool that stood out the most.

A lone griffon feather.

Applejack grabbed the feather, heading towards the back area of Applebloom’s body. She positioned herself in a ceremonial stance, readying the feather for what she was about to do.

“Teehee. Stop, Applejack, that tickles! Ahh, stop!” Applejack just continued tickling her sister with the feather on the hip area of Applebloom.

“Oh, ya want me to stop, do ya?” Applejack pulled a mask out from the table of assorted tools. “Tell ya what, ya can do the same to me. But ya be doing something different.”

“What is it?” Applejack grabbed another object, it was a very large pyramid made of spherical oval shapes.

“Ah want’cha to jam this as far as ya can up my tight flank, can ya do that, Sugarcube?” Applejack said, preparing to unlatch her sister.

“Ah sure can!” Applebloom agreed.

“Ya gonna have to help me with the straps.” Applebloom nodded, helping her sister out with the task. “Can ya put that muzzle on me too?” Applebloom gathered the mask-like muzzle, placing it onto her sisters head with the mouth hole unzipped, allowing Applejack to talk.

“Zip it up and get started. If Ah start bucking my head left ‘nd right ya stop, got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good filly.”

Applebloom lodged the plug straight and true, like an arrow, into the dirty flank of a very dirty mare. Applejack screamed, although it became muffled by the muzzle mask. Her head banged down, her tail went straight up, signalling for Applebloom to go deeper. She bucked the plug with her hind hooves as hard as she could, slamming almost the entire thing up into Applejack’s rectum. Her head began to swish left and right.

Applebloom yanked the object straight out of Applejack. She attempted to gasp with pleasure, only to be again muffled by the muzzle. She walked over to Applejack’s face, unzipping the mask and awaiting the talk to happen.

Applejack was breathing heavily, unable to create any words at the time.

“That... That was great...”

“Ah sure don’t see why ya like stuff like that.”

“Hay, ya wanna go get my special toy? It just in Granny’s room, behind her chest.”

“Sure, sis.” Applebloom zipped up the mask, leaving the room, latching the neck to the side bars, and turning off the lights by hitting the latent button to play a little joke on Applejack.

The room went silent, just as it was dark. But suddenly, there was a voice. It was not Appleblooms, as she could not have found the special toy in such short time. No, this was the voice of a stallion.

Big Mac entered the room, unable to notice that it was Applejack who was tied up.

“Did Ah forget to take it down again?” Big Mac said to himself. “Oh well, time to use it anyways.” He got up, positioning himself behind Applejack’s flank, not knowing what he was going to do.

He started placing things on top of Applejack’s back, cold things. She tried to wiggle but could not, as her neck was also strapped now. She was stuck there, unable to move, unable to talk, but able to feel everything that was about to happen.

Big Mac pushed his nose into the cold substances he had placed on Applejack’s back, running through it and snorting it all down.

“Oh yes! That’s the good stuff!” Mac yelled, frightening Applejack.

Hoofsteps emerged, coming down the stairs towards the dark room. It was Applebloom, here to rescue her sister.

“Ah think Ah got what’chu were talkin’ ‘bout, Applejack.” Applebloom said, grasping the long, purple, unauthentic penis in her hooves.

Big Mac turned around, the cocaine still covering his nose. “Applebloom, what are ya doing down here? Why the hay ya-?” Big Macintosh stopped, bucking the light switch button, turning the room bright and sparkly again. He stared down, noticing he had just done drugs on his sister, while his other sister was about to jam a gigantic dildo into the other.

“What the hay ya doing to Applejack?” Applebloom questioned, putting the dildo down.

Big Mac walked slowly towards the doorway, closing it on Applebloom and locking it too.