Applejack looked down at her ensemble with a sigh. A tight black catsuit covered most of her orange fur, her mane held back in a straight ponytail and bangs accented with a black headband. She felt... hot, for once, and not as if she had been working on the farm. She stared at the open window in front of her hesitantly, and a conversation she had held with Rarity several hours ago flashed through her mind.

~*~*~

"Now, Applejack darling, I have an idea," said Rarity, bent sexily over the couch's arm to stair at the relaxed Applejack, who sat in a wicker basket-chair.

"An' wha's tha', sugar cube?"

"Well, I do know how you like to be... punished," Rarity teased, brushing her hoof down Applejack's spine and eliciting a shudder from the cowmare.

"Tha's correct."

"Well, I recently found some of my old handcuffs, and I had an idea. What if you were to 'break into' my house? I'm sure spending some time prisoner would be good for you," she added with a flutter of her eyelashes, and Applejack's mind immediately turned to mush.

"Ah'd love that," agreed Applejack numbly.

~*~*~

Bad choice, Applejack scolded herself. She gave her body a once-over, then began to wiggle through the open window, intentionally kicking the bell that had been placed near the window as a subtle make-shift alarm. She froze as it rang through the house, only comforted slightly by the reminder that Sweetie Belle should be back at the farm for a Cutie Mark Crusaders' Sleepover-ers experiment. Before she could hesitate too long, Rarity spun around in a black swivel chair to face Applejack, dressed in a tight nightie and wearing tall black socks. Applejack felt a pulse between her legs, and a hint of moisture grow, but she ignored it. She pretended to look shock, then afraid.

"Ah'm sorry ma'am. Ah'll just be movin' along, as it were," she said smoothly, beginning to walk towards the door. As per the script she had figured would apply to the scene, Rarity magically clicked the door shut.

"Now darling, I believe you've made a mistake. You seem to have stumbled into one of Ponyville's police officer's homes." Applejack swallowed a gulp, and crossed her hindlegs behind her.

"Mah apologies once again ma'am. May ah be on my way?"

"I don't think you understand. Burglary, or even attempted burglary, is strictly illegal here in Equestria. And those who break the law deserve some punishment, do they not?"

Applejack's eyes widened, and she nodded hesitantly. The minute her nod had bobbed back up, her hooves were cuffed together and she was hovering just above the floor with a magical blue glimmer. She saw Rarity grunt, and a bead of sweat form along her neck.

"Ma'am, ah'll walk. No need usin' extra force," she said softly, and Rarity shot her a grateful smile before letting Applejack glide gently to the floor.

"You will still come with me," said Rarity sharply, and Applejack nodded with an eager shudder before following Rarity down the seldom-used steps towards the basement. When she arrived, she couldn't help but let out a startled gasp.

The basement had been magically redone, now reflecting a very, very sexy prison. A single cell was located in the center of the room, the bars just far apart enough for somepony to reach a crop through. Applejack was lifted magically once again, only briefly, before being set in the cell. Rarity shot her a worried glance, but Applejack simply gave her a confident nod. Rarity's face morphed back to it's dominant sneer, and Applejack continued to rub her hind legs together.

"You will wear appropriate prison attire," said Rarity snidely, and with a pop of magic, Applejack was wearing a rough wooden bridle, complete with sharp metal bit, and her other clothes were gone. She felt the cuffs that held her hind legs stretch into spreader bars, and she was forced to lean forward, displaying her hindquarters in the air. Rarity gave her a cruel grin, then carefully entered the cell.

"Mm-mm mmmm," grunted Applejack, to no avail. Rarity walked slowly from the front of Applejack to the back, then smiled.

"Punishment," she said shortly, and levitating a riding crop within a glowing blue field, she brought it down squarely on Applejack's cutie mark. Though her first slap had been well calculated, the rest fell suddenly and wildly, causing Applejack's rump to flail through the air with each slap. She let out a moan of mingled pleasure and a whimper at the sting, but her marehood continued to accumulate moisture. When Applejack's cutie mark was covered with red stripes, Rarity dropped the crop with a 'click'.

"Mmm-mm ahhh," muttered Applejack, and Rarity ignored her with a scoff.

"It seems you're enjoying this, my dearest prisoner. I believe something else is in order." With a wham of magical force, Applejack was whisked from the cell and tied with heavy leather straps to the whipping post. She gave a whimper as a heavy block of wood covered the area between her legs, causing her to almost sit upon it. She almost immediately began to grind her hips against the wood, and Rarity scoffed again. Applejack froze, her eyes wide with excitement, as a whip cracked behind her.

"Mmm!" called Applejack worriedly, though she squirmed her hindquarters in excitement. Rarity cracked the whip again, this time across Applejack's rump. Applejack let out a deep moan of pleasure, and soon Rarity began to crack the whip once again wildly. Applejack squirmed her legs against the wood, until with a feral snarl, pulled herself back and plunged the wood into her eager canal. She gyrated around it with wild moans as Rarity did the same, pleasuring herself with a loose bit of blue magic. They were both squirming, until Rarity fell to the ground, dropping the whip and focusing all her magic on every inch of her marehood. They both began to sputter and moan, until combinedly let their fluids squirt.

"Mmmm!" squealed Applejack, while Rarity gave a much more lady-like moan. They both laid there, Applejack carefully removing the sopping wood from her canal while Rarity let her magic cease. They laid there exhaustedly for a few minutes, until Rarity slowly sat up.

"We're both so dirty now, perhaps we should... shower?" she offered, her voice touching on both sexy and exhausted at the same time.

"Ah suppose so," said Applejack, equally sexily, as she slumped to the ground from the post.

Author's Note

Sorry about this one, I'm sure it's not as good as the first :/ I may extend the chapter to include the shower scene. All in favor?