Applejack and Rarity bondage with Applejack's lasso plus big Mac ^^

Darkness. Then—

Rarity’s head jerked as something was torn away from her face. She squinted, blinking against the sudden influx of light. Her vision slowly cleared, and finally resolved into...Applejack, holding a blindfold in one hoof and smirking down at her.

Rarity’s eyes widened. There was hay beneath her hooves. Mud! She was in the barn! On her knees! She tried to get up—and then realized that she couldn’t. Her hooves were fixed in place. She grit her teeth, struggled, then froze at the telltale sound of straining rope.

She glanced to her side, mouth agape. She’d been tied down!

“Likin’ your new digs, Rarity?”

“Applejack!” Rarity demanded. “What is the meaning of this? Let me—ngh—go!”

Something flickered across Applejack’s face, but it disappeared soon enough. Good. She hadn’t said the safeword. So…

“Afraid I can’t do that, sugarcube.” Applejack reached up and caressed Rarity’s cheek. A strand of Rarity’s mane had fallen over her face, and Applejack brushed it away with an almost surprisingly gentle motion. “See, I got you right where I want you.” She grinned toothily, then look at something over Rarity’s shoulder. “And so does he.”

Rarity strained to turn her head. Something was keeping her neck in place. Still, she managed to look around forty degrees to her left—just enough to look up into the grinning muzzle of Big Macintosh, and down at the flared, dripping head of his massive stallionhood.

“O-oh,” Rarity said. She licked her lips. “O-oh, my.” Then she remembered her role. She struggled against the ropes that Applejack had tied her down with, did her best to yank her hooves free. But if there was one thing the Apples knew, it was how to tie a knot.

She felt something heavy on her rump. “Don’t fret, Miss Rarity.” Big Mac’s voice was rich and deep, an earthy, wonderful sound. His hoof slid across her soft, plump rear. She gasped when he gave her ass a quick squeeze. “We’re gonna show you a real good time.”

She struggled even harder. “Un-unhoof me! Immed—” Her demands cut off into muffled whimpers when she realized that Applejack had tied yet another rope around her muzzle, keeping it (mostly) shut. Then she felt Applejack’s lips against hers, felt that apple-sweet tongue probing against her lips. Rarity struggled still, trying to force the rope open, but that only stretched it enough to let Applejack slip her tongue into her muzzle. And then she was kissing her back, their tongues probing, mixing, dueling as Applejack’s wandering hoof tightened her bindings even further—

Applejack finally pulled away with a sigh. There was a thing rope of saliva hanging from her lips, which she quickly wiped away. “Sorry, sugarcube,” she said, almost cheerily. “Can’t have you cryin’ out until we’re done with you.”

Rarity gasped as she felt something nip her ear—not too hard, but sharply—a twinge of pain and pleasure shooting through her system. Then she felt something thick and heavy pushing between her ass cheeks, There was a massive weight pressing down on her back, a wide hoof wrapped around her stomach. Big Mac exhaled onto her neck, making the hairs there stand straight up. Rarity shivered.

Applejack smiled down at her, not unkindly. Rarity shuddered again as Applejack massaged her shoulder, right below where the rope of her lasso held her down. “Now don’t you worry none, sugarcube,” Applejack said. “We’re gonna have fun.”

A ringing smack rang through the barn as Big Mac brought his open hoof down onto Rarity’s flank. She sucked in her breath sharply. Tears came to the corners of her eyes. That stung!

Then she groaned, feeling Big Mac’s mammoth of a stallionhood slowly rub up and down between her throbbing asscheeks. His balls’ musky scent filling her lungs, and she felt a steady drip of wetness beginning between her legs. Oooh...yes.

Applejack just put a hoof under her chin and tilted her head up. She grinned. “Lots of fun.”