“Applebloom, Why don’tcha go and gather up some apple buckets for me!”
“Right away, Sis!” Applebloom ran out of the barn, towards where she had left the barrels of apples left from the day’s bucking.
It took her a bit to reach the barrels, as they had been gathering from the far east orchard today, the long trot over there would cause heavy sweating even in the strongest stallions, like Big Macintosh. Dragging the barrel back would take her hours, as she was frail and never had to do such a task before. She just wasn’t built for this, yet she wasn’t a filly to turn away so easily.
The minutes turned to hours, the hours seemed to turn into days, time became languid as the filly dragged the lone barrel with her back to the barn, where only Applejack and Winona worked, unbothered for hours.
Finally, just as she was about give into all the pain, the filly had reached the barn yard. The barrel had grown moist and weak from the soft, wet ground, causing little noise from being dragged. Applebloom slipped herself away from the barrel, and snuck herself over to the barn.
She was quiet, not because she wanted to be sneaky but rather because she was tired, so very, very tired. She turned her head around the corner of the barn door. What she saw, she would never forget, she would have never guessed.
“Applejack!” Applebloom spouted from the door, “Wha-what are you doing?”
“It ain’t what it looks like, Applebloom! Turn ya’ eyes!” She did just that, turning her entire body away from the horrific scene that was just in front of her.
The dog’s panting had started to slow. Applejack had slid the dog off of her back, but was unable to separate herself as she had been knotted by the dog already. She tried to tug herself away from the dog, only to be developing pain in both her body, and the dogs.
“Look Sugarcube. we’ll talk later, kah?” Applejack sighed.
“Ah...Ah...” Applebloom slipped out of the barn, speechless.
Morning came, and just like the dog, it could not separate itself from Applejack as she hid in the barn. She had slept there the entire night, embarrassed of the common act she had just been caught doing the night before. When she had fallen asleep, they were still tied in the knot, she awoke to find that Winona had slid himself out of her luscious and moist hole. The scent of sweat, sex, and wet dog was still heavy in the barn, making it almost unbearable for any passerby that just happened to walk in, like Applebloom.
Applebloom...
Applejack sprang to her hooves, startling herself, fearing her sisters psychological state. She ran out of the barn, waking Winona with the sounds she had made, she started for Applebloom’s room, unsure what she would do when she got there. She closed on the door to Applebloom’s room, readying herself for the talk she would have to face inside.
But she was not there.
“Where the hay did that filly go?” Applejack freaked in a soft whisper to herself. She rushed herself out of the room, carrying behind her a trail of awful walk of shame scent, as if she were a double of Twilight from her experimental years at the School for Gifted Unicorns. Applejack started herself for the door, expecting Applebloom to be in the one other place she could be at this time.
The Cutie Mark Crusader Clubhouse.
It started to downpour just as Applejack entered the fields, the walk of shame heavied itself within the moistened air. The scent, mixed in with the disgusting wet dog fibers mixed in the fur on her scrumptious tail and back, made Applejack a very repulsive pony. Even Big Macintosh, with all the work and sweat he gets everyday was heaven compared to this.
After minutes of heavy panting, tired trotting, and shame, Applejack finally reached the clubhouse. Besides the rain, the clubhouse was completely quiet as Applejack approached it. She entered slowly, careful not to creep out her probably traumatized sister.
And there she was, awaiting her.
Sitting in the corner of the clubhouse sat Applebloom, who was shaking herself back and forth in a creepy motion, as if she had seen a ghost.
“Ya alright there, Applebloom?” She stayed silent. “Applebloom, Ah know what ya saw confuzzled ya, but ya best just be... Ah can’t lie to ya, Sugarnips, A-Ah mean Sugarcube. Listen, what ya saw was just me having fun with Winona, it ain’t just Ah who does it with him, we got... Applebloom, ya even listening? Applebloo-!”
Applejack moved her way towards her sister, touching her on the shoulder, rolling her hooves to see what had possessed Applebloom into such a state. She started taking notice if a small, white, furry object underneath her sister.
“Angel Bunny?” Applejack roared in shock. The rabbit had its small appendage, which was actually quite large for a rabbit, stuck inside of Applebloom. The rabbit seemed to be unconscious, lifeless as if it were stoic about the event.
“Ah just wanted to be like ya, Applejack...” Applebloom said, in a disappointed fashion.
“Hey, Sugarcube, Its a’right,, but I only have sex with Winona.” Applejack shot back, blushing.
“Ah... Ya not the only one who does it with ‘im?” Applebloom gave out, confused.
“Well yea, did ya think having the only dog in Ponyville would come without business?”
“Wh-what...?”
“Sure, did you think we kept the farm going on just apples? Less than half of our money is from cider season, and we got to plan it just right just so Rainbow Dash doesn’t get any. Fastest pony in Equestria, my flank!”
“How long have we been doing this?” Applebloom gave out, with an odd smirk on her face, the smirk of Ya Serious?
“Been pimp’in since we got the dog, ‘round when I came back from the Oranges. That don’t matter. You ok, Sugarcube?”
“Ah think so...”
“Good, Ah’ll be back tomorrow if ya’ll still wanna help on the farm for yer Cutie Marks.” She offered, hoping that her sister would turn down the offer to save the awkward moment.
“Sure, ya still my sister.” Applebloom relieved.
Applejack left the barn in haste, freeing herself of the tension. Just as she left, Applebloom got up, grabbing the rabbit’s broken neck in her mouth.
Morning came, and Applejack, being the honest one, had to keep her promise. She readied herself and headed towards the Cutie Mark Crusader Clubhouse.
When she reached the clubhouse, filled with depression, Applejack took notice of the happy cheers coming from the three fillies inside.
“I wanna do it first!” said Sweetie Belle, confusing Applejack of what “it” was.
“No, me!” replied Scootaloo, coughing as if she had a cold.
Applejack slipped herself through the doorway, “And what is it ya’ll wanna do?” She looked at Applebloom, unable to tear her gaze.
“Well, we wanna take turns sucking off Winona, Applejack,” Sweetie Belle gave.
“What in tarnation are ya’ll talking ‘bout?”
“Applebloom said-”
“It ain’t a charity, ya’ll gotta pay like the rest of the town,” Applejack replied back.
“But... ya had ‘im the yaself in the barn last night.”
“Family discount.”
“I got ten bits!” Scootaloo shot up, grasping the very coins in her hooves.
“Good filly,” Applejack said, snatching the bits out of her hooves, “That’ll get ya five minutes with the dog on you, or two with you sucking, which ya want?”
“Could I... Could I do both?”
“Three minutes, altanating.”
“Oh!” Sweetie Belle announced, “I got 20 bits from Rarity to buy some fabric for her dress, what’ll that get me?”
“Ya get yourself ‘till he knots your tight lil cunt.”
“What ‘bout me, sis?” Applebloom asked, a smirk on her face ready to hear the charge of nothing.
“Oh, Applebloom, Granny ‘ll have a special thing for ya,” she laughed, as if remembering her first time entering the true business. “Ya’ll comin’? Might as well head back if ya’ll wanna get started right away.”
Author's Note
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.
