This chapter contains a certain amount of serious drama. Could not be helped. It is the nature of this universe, but my goal is still to aim toward comedy as much as possible so I sort of brush by the heavy stuff as quickly as I can.

For those who find such a casual attitude toward some very serious points disturbing, I’ll direct you toward such shows as M.A.S.H. which took place on the cutting edge, literally, of a war zone. Sometimes the only way to fight against the bastards in life is with laughter.

Applejack had barely stepped off the train onto the Ponyville platform when she found herself swamped by a hurtling mass of fillies that almost knocked her off her hooves. “Applejack, Applejack, You gotta come quick. Fluttershy has been kidnapped by an evil male mirror twin!” Apple Bloom blurted out all in one go.

As Applejack’s little sister paused for breath, her friends, and Spike who was with them, joined in. “Yeah, what she said. We got to go and save her.”

“What in the hay?” Applejack exclaimed as she wobbled back and forth on her hooves as she tried to keep her balance. She was in no mood for this. All she wanted to do was get back to the farm and out into the fields where she could breathe the clean air. Away from the city odors to a place where the only thing she could smell was the green of nature and the perfume of her apple trees. A place where she was sure to find a secluded spot where she could strip off her clothes, sit back against a tree, and savor being home.

And make good use of the privacy to masturbate for hours and hours and hope it would relieve the itch between her legs that was currently driving her crazy.

“You got to come now,” Apple Bloom, having caught her breath, demanded. “Rarity’s gone to get Twilight and she told us to come tell you all about it!”

“Oh, she did, did she,” Applejack said grumpily. “I jes bet she did,” and was likely even now laughing up the sleeve of one of her fancy dresses for saddling Applejack with the Cutie Mark Crusader’s most recent brain worm. “And where did you see this evil mirror copy?”

“Well, we didn’t actually see it,” Apple Bloom admitted after exchanging looks with all her friends. Applejack couldn’t help but notice that her little sister had to look up slightly to meet Spike’s eyes. Since when had he gotten so big? That thought led to another. Did dragons do it like ponies? A thought she ruthlessly scrubbed from her mind the instant it popped in. Not everything in life had to center around sex. Though due to the affliction she’d picked up in Caridoon that was getting harder and harder to believe.

“Rainbow Dash was the one who spotted him carrying off Fluttershy,” Scootaloo chimed in, her eyes glowing with hero worship. “She needed us to carry word to Twilight while she went to the rescue.”

“But the castle was sealed up,” Sweetie Belle chimed in.

“So we went to see Rarity, because I knew that as one of the elements she had unrestricted access to the castle, just like you,” Spike put in his two bits worth.

Applejack rubbed her forehead in exasperation. She was burning up with the need for sexual relief and here she was caught in the middle of some prank Rainbow Dash was pulling. “Look,” she said firmly. “You said Rarity has gone to tell Twilight. Well all right then. I’m sure Twilight will be able to handle the situation. And if she can’t, she’ll know where to find me. Right now I’m dead beat and I just want to get back to the farm with Big Mac and Bother.”

“Bother?” Apple Bloom asked with a puzzled look.

Fortunately Applejack had known there would be questions on this topic and was prepared, sort of. “Your big brother met a nice doe in Canterlot. She’s from another country and she’s used to things being a mite different where she comes from. Your big brother took a real shine to her, and her to him. She’ll be staying with us at the farm.” Applejack gestured to where Big Mac was just then exiting the train with a pair of steamer trunks on his shoulders. Those broad muscular shoulders were in plain view as the only thing Mac was wearing was a pair of tight work pants. Bother, nude as always, trotted along behind him, her eyes wide as she took in everything she could see.

For just a minute Applejack let her eyes roam over her big brother’s flat muscular belly, his broad well-muscled chest, the way the tight pants emphasized how gifted a stallion he was. The churning lust in her belly increased and she could feel a trickle of moisture running down her inner thigh. With gritted teeth and a newfound determination to get herself home and to some privacy as soon as possible, Applejack shifted her attention to his doe-friend.

Applejack had gotten used to Bother, but now she was imagining how the small white-tailed deer might look to the girls, and Spike. The little doe was barely taller than the three fillies, and while better developed still had a petite figure. Her small brown breasts were topped with pink nipples that each sported a sturdy ring. Not delicate jewelry like Rarity had purchased when she had her nipples pierced, but good solid rings that were purely functional, if you regard them being used to harness a female as functional. She stood out among the brightly colored ponies of Equestria like a sheep in the middle of a Timberwolf pack. And her demeanor was pretty much the same.

As always, Applejack had to deal with a feeling of jealousy at how obviously, to her at least, Bother was Big Mac’s property. She stifled those uncharitable thoughts, and told the young fillies, “Now she don’t talk much, just like Big Mac, so don’t go shooting a million questions at her.”

Applejack felt a bit guilty about that last bit. Big Mac had flat out ordered Bother to not talk, and to save up any questions for when she was alone with him, or Applejack. It went against Applejack’s grain to treat any adult like that, but there was no denying it would save a heap of trouble for all concerned.

To explain that Bother was a former sex slave, who was so dang used to that life that it was going to take months, if not years, to wean her off of the habits she’d grown up with, was just too daunting a task for either Applejack or Big Mac to even contemplate trying in the middle of the train platform.

However, while she was uncomfortable treating Bother like the slave the doe still thought herself to be, Applejack had a more than sneaking suspicion that her formerly shy wallflower of a brother enjoyed being Master Mac to little Bother to the hilt. Namely the hilt of his cock.

The two of them had barely come out of their sleeping area on the train long enough to eat on the trip home, and while they’d both made use of the shower their private car contained, they’d never done it alone, and had taken an awful long time while doing so. Applejack had been forced to make use of one of the public toilets in another car when she couldn’t hold it any longer and she was ready to swear her eyes were turning yellow.

“Why isn’t she wearing any clothes?” Sweetie Belle asked, though her attention was only partially on Bother. The rest of it was focused on Big Mac’s naked torso and washboard abs.

With some effort Applejack kept her voice matter of fact as she said, “Told you, she’s from a different country. They don’t wear much in the way of clothes. Besides, you three hardly wear a stitch most times either, unless Rarity has got hold of you.”

“Yeah, but that’s when we’re out on the farm or just running around in the bush. We wear clothes in town, like most ponies,” Sweetie Belle pointed out.

Applejack rolled her eyes. While it was true that all three fillies were currently wearing clothing, it didn’t cover much, consisting as it did of being barely there halter tops and short shorts. They certainly did nothing to conceal the fact that the three fillies were surely growing quickly since they’d gotten their cutie marks. Apple Bloom in particular was taking after her big sis and was filling out her halter top mighty fine. As far as Applejack was concerned they’d have attracted less attention from colts if they’d been naked.

Applejack made a mental note to sit Apple Bloom down and fill her in on the facts of life as it applied to stallions. But that would have to wait. Right now she just wanted to get herself, Big Mac, and Bother to the farm as quickly as possible.

Letting a touch of her exasperation show in her voice Applejack said, “Where Bother comes from they don’t need to wear clothes, and feel that if you cover up it's all on account of there being something wrong with you. So stop making her feel uncomfortable by staring at her that way.” Applejack noticed that it wasn’t just Apple Bloom and her two friends who were looking at Bother with curiosity.

Spike was running his eyes up and down Bother's body in a way that indicated his interest went beyond her simply being a stranger in town. “That goes for you too, Spike,” Applejack said, the last a bit sharply. It seemed it wasn't only her sister and her friends who’d done a bit of growing recently. Spike was turning into what Applejack supposed was a fine figure of a dragon. Her eyes dropped to the loose shorts he was wearing, but wrenched her eyes away before she could spot any visible evidence that might show just how much the dragon had grown. Or was growing.

Applejack was so focused on not looking at the contents of Spike’s shorts she missed the sudden dirty looks the three fillies directed toward him, or the guilty flush that appeared on his face as they did so.

“Maybe Applejack is right,” Scootaloo said in a flat tone. “We should let them get back to the farm. We can take Spike and go check out Rainbow Dash’s story ourselves.”

“Yeah,” Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom both said in unison as they each took hold of one of Spike’s arms, turned him away from both Applejack and Bother, and began leading him off the train platform.

“You okay with that?” Big Mac asked in a rumbling voice as he walked up to Applejack. Bother trailed close behind, one finger hooked into the waistband of his pants as if she was afraid he’d vanish if she wasn’t touching him. Big Mac gave a nod toward where the three fillies had just pulled Spike out of sight.

“What? Spike and the girls? He’s a dragon, they’re ponies. I’d be a heck of a lot more worried if they were hanging out with a colt,” Applejack said in a distracted tone. “Besides, better he’s hanging around with fillies his own age than panting after Rarity all the time. In case you haven’t noticed, he’s old enough that her flirting with him might give him ideas that just ain’t possible. At least the girl’s ain’t likely to lead him on like Rarity does all the time.”

“Eeyup.”

To somepony who knew him, Big Mac could pack a whole lot of subtext into a simple, “Eeyup”. Applejack gave her brother a questioning look that he returned with a bland expression. She wasn’t fooled, and she suddenly remembered two things. One that was that just as she had with every other male over the age of five, Rarity had flirted with Big Mac, and two, Princess Luna had warned her not to leave Big Mac alone with any mares till it became clear just how much her meddling had affected him.

Luna had not gone into details, but had said she had ‘adjusted’ Big Mac so he’d be able to function in Caridoon and not stand out. Her warning revolved around the possibility that this adjustment might cause him trouble in Ponyville. There was no way of telling ahead of time, so she thought it best if Applejack kept a weather eye out.

Despite wanting to keep Bother’s background a secret from most ponies, it never crossed Applejack’s mind to lie to Granny Smith about her. Not if they meant the small slave doe to become a regular part of the Apple household, anyway.

She had hopes that they could keep Apple Bloom in the dark. Despite how fast she was growing she was still an innocent. As long as Big Mac didn’t give Bother permission to speak freely around Apple Bloom and her friends, and avoided screwing her in full view of everypony, her little sister was not likely to figure out the truth.

Granny Smith on the other hand had not been an innocent for a very, very long time. Other ponies might think her senile, and the old pony enjoyed playing to that preconception, but Applejack knew better. It was far better to lay their cards on the table than to risk the fallout that would come from Granny getting suspicious and uncovering the fact they had lied to her.

So they had sat down at the family dining table, where all important matters were discussed and had told Granny Smith what had happened while they were away in Canterlot. Or most of it.

Applejack brushed over most of what had happened to her while she’d been a captive and instead had merely focused on the type of land Caridoon was. A land where all females were slaves with no control over their own bodies. Despite that Applejack was pretty sure that Granny read between the lines of her story, but aside from a sympathetic look she had let that matter drop.

“So, the young un is a sex slave?” Granny asked as she ran her eyes up and down Bother’s naked body.

Unlike the ponies in the room Bother was kneeling on the floor beside Big Mac’s chair, her hands in her lap while Big Mac’s hand rested gently on her head.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac replied.

“And she belongs to you?”

“Eeyup.”

“On account of Princess Luna giving her to you? Her thinking it the best solution for the poor thing?”

“Eeyup.”

“How do you feel about that, young-un?” Granny asked Bother directly.

The little doe looked up at Big Mac for permission, and when he nodded his head she took a deep breath and said, “This slut is happy. This slut has never had such a good master as Master Mac.”

Applejack was a bit surprised when Granny’s only reaction to Bother’s mode of speaking was a knowing look at Big Mac and what was beyond a doubt an expression of family pride as she asked, “He treats you good, does he?”

Brother’s expression outshone the sun as she nodded her head vigorously. “This slut has never been fucked so well by one master before. Master Mac fucks like ten masters.”

“Takes after his great-grandpa I expect,” Granny said, the look of pride on her face becoming more pronounced, bordering on smug. “Never was such a stallion for the mares like my Pa. Every spring he’d cover my mother, her sisters, and a few others besides, to bless the fields. Never had a bad harvest all the days he was head of the household, and I ended up with a whole truckload of half-kin. It’s why our family reunions are so crowded.”

“Master Mac is the best. This slut is blessed,” Bother chimed in.

“And how about you, Big Mac, you happy with your little slut?”

Nothing showed the changes in Big Mac more than his reaction to that question. He didn’t even blush as he nodded his head and said, “She’s a good little slut.”

“That’s good, that’s good. Jest so you know, I find you abusing your slut, I’ll have Applejack take a willow switch to your ass till you can’t sit for a week. Same goes if any of you talks like this around Apple Bloom, only if it’s you, Applejack, it will be Big Mac swinging the switch.”

“Hey!” Applejack protested, while at the same time feeling her stomach turn over at the thought of Big Mac taking a switch to her bottom, and then maybe soothing her sore ass with a big load of his cum.

Granny scowled at her. “Well, you can’t expect me to do it, girl. With my bad hip I’d hardly be able to brush a fly off his or your backside.”

“Sounds fair,” Big Mac rumbled in an amused tone that had Applejack directing a look at him that was one part suspicion, one part sisterly annoyance, and one part lust.

“There’s jest one thing. I want Great-Grandchildren from the both of you before I die. I’m sure little Bother is a fine slut, but she ain’t going to be giving me any of those. You got any problem with Big Mac taking on a pony or two so that can happen, Bother?”

Bother looked shocked at the question. “Of course not!” She cried out in dismay. “This slut would never stand in the way of Master Mac spreading his seed. Even if it means this slut would be set aside so he would have enough seed to breed the ponies of his choice, this slut would be happy with the time she was blessed to be owned by him.”

Applejack was glad all the attention was focused on Bother, because she was afraid her face might have given away her feelings about Big Mac ‘seeding’ another mare instead of her.

“Not happening,” Big Mac replied with a mulish tone. And Applejack had a brief guilty surge at the thought he had read her mind.

“Oh,” Granny said with a frown and a dangerous glint in her eyes. “You saying you ain’t going to carry on the Apple line?”

“Eenope. Saying I got more than enough seed to keep Bother happy, and a mare or two as well.”

Applejack’s jaw dropped. She had barely gotten comfortable with the idea that Big Mac was actually having sex with a female. To have him boast like a bar-room Lothario was shocking. Only, he wasn’t boasting, was he. Not really. It wasn’t boasting if you could back it up. If Big Mac were to tell her that he could pull up a stump, than by gosh he could pull up that stump. If he said he could cover Bother, and a few other mares as well, than he darn well could. Her mind flashed back to the train, and how often Mac had serviced Bother. Yep, darn him, he could do it. The kitchen which had been a comfortable temperature seemed to be heating up and Applejack pulled her shirt away from her breasts to allow some cool air to flow over them.

“Master Mac,” Bother gushed, looking up at Big Mac with glowing eyes. “This slut is the luckiest slut in the world. And Master Mac is the best stud in the world.”

Big Mac thought about that, and then said. “Don’t know bout that. But I’ll be the best stud fer you, and any other mare that wants me, that I kin be.”

I want you. Why can’t you notice and do something about it? Applejack thought.

“And that ought to be more than plenty.” Granny said with a nod of her chin that indicated that as far as she was concerned, the matter was settled. Then she turned to Applejack.

“So, that jest leaves you now Applejack. “You got a stud in mind? Or am I going to have to pick one out for you?”

“Master Mac will do that,” Bother interjected. “It is his duty to find his sister a master who will fuck her good and regular, and who will find other males who will use her properly. Master Mac will find his sister a master who will treat her like the good slut she is.”

The retort, “I don’t want a master, and I ain’t no slut,” caught in Applejack’s throat. It was too close to an outright lie for her to get it out. Instead she settled for, “I can get my own stud thank you very much!” The looks the other two ponies in the room gave her did not indicate that this was a widely held belief. Heck, even Bother was looking at her with an indulgent expression.

“Fine, you all go hunt up this hot stud. I’m going to go and check on the trees and see how they all are doing.”

Granny simply turned to Big Mac and asked, “So, you got any stallions in mind? Going to have to be one with good stamina and a strong back or Applejack will wear the poor fellow down to a pencil in a week,” she said with a lecherous cackle.

Applejack gave a small growl of frustration and marched out the door, slamming it behind her.

Only when she was alone did Applejack let her shoulders slump in despair. She had never thought she’d feel nostalgic for Caridoon, but a part of her wished she was back there now. There would be no question of her hunting up a suitable stud, they’d be hunting her, literally.

She really wished she could blame her desire to be forced by a stallion, or several, on the taint Caridoon had left in her blood, but the truth was that she’d been inclined to that sort of fantasy long before she’d been kidnapped.

She’d had a close call when she was not much older than Apple Bloom. Several friends of Big Mac, who hadn’t known she was his sister, had caught her wandering around where they worked. There was no question at all that if Big Mac had not intervened she’d have been raped.

It might have been better if she had been, she thought bitterly. At least then she would have known there was nothing hot about the real thing and would not have constructed an erotic fantasy that centered around being gang-raped. But she had, and had masturbated to it for years.

But if the taint hadn’t created the fantasy, it had escalated how strongly it featured in her erotic fantasies. No matter how hard she tried to imagine a sexy consensual scenario while masturbating it always shifted as she became more aroused to her being vigorously, violently violated.

Back in Caridoon she’d been forcibly bathed by a half dozen aroused stags. But while they had been free with their hands, and had forced an orgasm on her, they hadn’t actually fucked her. Not so in her dreams. As she grew closer and closer to an orgasm her fantasy diverged from her memory and they took her in every way a male could take a mare. Her only rescue from the scenario was when Big Mac rescued her, but even then he only did it so he could get first shot at her, and once he was done with her he had handed her back over to the stags so they could finish the job.

As much as Applejack knew she needed a male to help her deal with the urges she now suffered from, she feared normal sex would not be enough. She had to look no further than the incident on the train with the Flim Flam brothers. No matter how she tried to deny it, she had wanted them to rape her, thereby removing any need for her to participate willingly. With a yell of frustration, Applejack burst into a gallop and headed for a secluded spot in the back forty where she could strip herself naked and masturbate for as long as it took to sate herself.

Two days later, an only slightly less high strung Applejack trotted into Ponyville to have a talk with Twilight about a cure for what ailed her. Her marathon masturbation session had taken some of the edge off of her pent up lust, but it hadn’t banished it. So she had decided to try something else.

Princess Luna had told her that there was no cure for the Caridoon taint. Not even Nightmare Moon’s exposure to the Elements of Harmony had been enough to clear it out of Luna’s blood. Princess Luna had taken that to mean that while the culture in Caridoon was vile, the taint itself was not inherently evil. Which made sense in a way if what they had been told about Caridoon being a prison was truth. The purpose of the taint had never been intended as a punishment, but rather a distraction. Evil ponies would get up to less evil if they spent all their time and energy fucking. If so, who ever had come up with the spell had not thought through the consequences of filling evil scum with unending lust.

But Applejack didn’t buy into the bit about there being no possibility of a cure; Princess Luna didn’t know Twilight Sparkle like Applejack did.

Applejack was confident that Twilight could find a solution to her dilemma. But she also knew that to come up with something, Twilight would have to know all about what had happened to Applejack, and her current symptoms.

That was why it had taken Applejack two days to work up the courage to make this trip. It wasn’t going to be easy to tell one of her best friends she had become a slut who now masturbated while dreaming about being gang-raped, or about her big brother tying her up in the barn and ravaging her till she couldn’t stand.

Applejack groaned as she felt a familiar tension forming in her belly. She had better stop thinking about those fantasies right now or she’d have to find some place private to depressurize before seeing Twilight.

A few minutes later Applejack pushed open the door to Twilight’s castle and trotted in. At first glance the place seemed deserted but the sound of voices led her to where Spike and the Cutie Mark Crusaders were huddled up against a door with their ears pressed against it.

They were whispering in hushed tones.

“What do you hear?”

“You. Be quiet!”

“No. You be quiet!”

“All of you be quiet!”

“You all should be ashamed of yourself, trying to eavesdrop on Twilight like that,” Applejack said firmly from just a few feet away.

All four youngsters let out startled yelps and fell into a tangled heap as they all tried to move away from the door at the same time.

“We were just worried about Twilight,” Spike said in a muffled voice from the bottom of the pile. “Apple Bloom, get your tail out of my mouth,” he hissed.

“Careful where you touch, Spike,” Apple Bloom responded in a high pitched protest.

“Then move your plot,” Spike’s muffled voice retorted.

“All of you move your plots!” Applejack bellowed.

All four youngsters untangled themselves and beat hooves, and claws, for the exit, leaving a fuming Applejack behind.

Once she was sure they were really gone, and not just out of sight, Applejack tried the door to Twilight’s underground lab. It opened easily. Just as Twilight had promised months ago, no door in her castle would ever be locked to her friends. As soon as the door swung open Applejack could make out Pinkie Pie’s familiar chatter, though the words were indistinct. A softer murmuring caused a raised eyebrow. Rarity was here as well?

A bubble of tension in her belly that Applejack had not even been aware of, and that had nothing at all to do with lust, seem to melt away at the sound of her friends. No matter how much her life had been screwed up and turned upside down, one thing was always going to be constant: Her friends. Even Pinkie Pie’s random behavior was a comfortable certainty. As was Twilight being at times an oblivious egghead who likely had never come closer to having sex than a steamy book. And Rarity who would always be a clothes horse who would not dream of appearing in public without a suitably fashionable outfit on.

That thought died in Applejack’s mind as she reached the bottom of the stairs and spotted Rarity with her back to her. The fashion mad unicorn was totally, and absolutely nude. Even worse, Rarity was straightening up the contents of a lower shelf and had bent over to do it. Her naked ass was staring right at Applejack. The farm pony had to revise her earlier observation. Rarity wasn’t totally nude, her rectum was concealed behind some sort of small disk, about three inches across, but Applejack could not make out any straps holding it in place. Thanks to Rarity having dragged her into a sex shop in Canterlot a couple of months before Applejack was afraid she knew exactly what that disk was a part of. In addition to that rather distracting sight, Rarity’s normally pristine ass looked slightly bruised, as if she’d recently had a bad fall… or as if someone had given her a fairly serious spanking. But that couldn’t be right, could it?

Realizing she had been staring at one of her best friends’ ass for several seconds, Applejack wrenched her eyes away and spotted Pinkie Pie sorting through some herbs that were gathered on one of Twilight’s lab benches. Like Rarity she was also almost fully nude, which unlike with Rarity was not unusual for Pinkie. Not that what she was wearing really covered anything. It was merely a series of straps around her waist and legs that didn’t actually seem to serve any practical function.

A little chime went off, and Pinkie Pie’s head came up as she turned her head and gave Rarity a gleeful look. “Oh, goody, I get to stuff your woohoo all the way to the top,” she said in the same tone of voice Applejack had heard her use to say it was time to cut the cake.

Applejack’s eyes goggled as Pinkie’s shift in position revealed the large strap on dildo attached to her hips.

“Wouldn’t it be better if we waited till dear Dusk Shine can join in, Pinkie Pie?” Rarity said in a wheedling tone.

“Nope, nope, you’ve been a naughty unicorn and this low class earth pony servant gets to degrade and humiliate you,” Pinkie Pie said in a delighted tone.

Just then, Pinkie Pie spotted Applejack standing at the food of the stairs. It wasn’t really possible for Pinkie’s smile to grow any brighter, but there was no mistaking her joy as she bounded across the floor and gave Applejack a full body hug. Her large bare breasts pressed against Applejack’s bosom flattening both sets of generous tits while the sex toy waggling in front of Pinkie Pie’s groin slipped between Applejack’s legs.

Applejack was usually as big a hugger as Pinkie Pie, but in this case she held her arms out to the side slightly as she said in a strained voice, “Freaking me out here a bit Pinkie. You all want to tell me what the cotton picking deal is here?” Feeling something long, hard, and rigid pressing against the lips of her cunt did not help Applejack’s efforts to retain her composure.

“Oh, we have been having so much fun!” Pinkie squealed as she pushed away from Applejack and fairly vibrated as she bounced up and down on her hooves. “I was so lonely with you in Canterlot, and Rainbow Dash off to see Gilda, and Rarity busy with a project, and Fluttershy having fun private time with Discord, and Twilight locked up in her super secret lab doing secret experiments that were too secret to share so she didn’t...” Pinkie took a huge gasp of air, and resumed her rapid fire explanation. “Share that is. So I decided it was a good time to learn some adult games so I could make grumpy stallions not be grumpy only all those stallions were too busy and had other things to do and sort of ran away so I was feeling even lonelier so I decided to visit Twilight and it was the most marvelous thing, Twilight was Dusky.”

Pinkie Pie’s voice had become very shrill and wispy as she ran out of breath and Applejack barely made out the last little bit. “Twilight was dirty? And this was marvelous?”

“Well darling, while I won’t say Twilight isn’t a teeny bit dirty, it is not the sort of dirty you are thinking of. But what dear Pinkie is trying to say is that Twilight perfected a magical potion that allowed her to transform into a stallion. And she decided that her stallion name would be Dusk Shine,” Rarity had found a full body apron somewhere while Pinkie Pie had been hugging and indulging in exposition. Despite covering her from the breasts to the knees, it only covered her front and made her seem even more sexy than she had been when she’d been fully naked.

“Say what now? Twilight used a potion to turn into a stallion? I thought that was impossible?”

“So did everypony, dear. But you know our Twilight, always stretching the limits.” For some reason this last sentence made Rarity blush slightly.

Pinkie had recovered her breath while Rarity was talking and chimed in, “Yeah, but Rarity thought Twilight was an evil male mirror twin who was raping me so she hit her over the head with Pipe Layer’s wrench, and broke Dusky’s antidote. So until Dusky can make a new batch Rarity can’t wear any clothes, at all, ever,” Pinkie’s voice turned serious at the end and she gave Rarity a look. The unicorn blushed deeper and slipped out of the apron she had donned. Giving Applejack a good look at her front.

Applejack already knew about Rarity’s pierced nipples, she been there, and had held the unicorn’s hand, when she got them. This was the first time since then she had seen her wearing a pair of rings in the piercings, but it was not that startling. Not so the obvious signs that Rarity’s breasts had been well mauled. There were small bruises decorating them, just about where you would expect to see them if a stallion with large hands had gripped them enthusiastically while mounting her from behind.

Applejack experienced yet another flashback to the communal washing area where she, against her will, had been scrubbed clean by six large powerful males. All around her females and males of various species had been having sex, and many of the breasts she had seen had sported similar signs of being mauled.

The memory caused a further surge of warmth between Applejack’s legs and revitalized the near constant state of arousal she had been suffering from for the last few days. It was almost enough to scramble her brains, but not quite enough for her to not put two and two together, or in this case, one and two.

“Wait! Just hold on an apple bucking minute here! Are you all telling me that Twilight’s done turned into a stallion, and the three of you have been…”

“Engaged in frequent and vigorous fornication? Very much so, Applejack dear. Twilight, or Dusk Shine as he prefers to be called, is very enthusiastic,” Rarity said, her complexion developing a rosy flushed appearance.

“He’s getting super good at playing adult pony games,” Pinkie enthused. “He hardly ever has to look at his notes anymore.”

Applejack experienced a sharp sense of jealousy and betrayal. Here she had been suffering from unrequited sexual needs and three of her best friends had apparently been screwing their brains out. She suppressed the irrational reaction. Her friends hadn’t even known her situation. It was not as easy to push down the sudden surge of desire that accompanied the image of Pinkie, Rarity, and a shadowy male Twilight indulging in the sort of kinky sex she’d seen in Caridoon.

Applejack found herself very curious about what sort of stallion Twilight had turned herself into. The image of a nerdy little accountant type that was her first thought didn’t really seem to fit with the physical evidence displayed by Rarity’s body. But she just couldn’t imagine Twilight in the mold of Bulk Biceps. She stifled a laugh at the image of Twilight as an over built bodybuilder using a stack of books as training weights, instead she asked, “Where is Twilight?”

“Dusk Shine, please dear. Twilight is very determined to use the name. Something about us not letting our guard down around him. He does tend to go on about how the different hormonal components cause serious behavioral shifts. Poor dear is having a difficult time accepting his male inclinations are perfectly natural and nothing to feel ashamed about. In any case he said he needed to prepare the precursor distillation process, so he set up one of the storage rooms off the main lab to do so. Please, I beg of you, do not ask me what a precursor distillation process is. My head still aches from when Dusk tried to explain it.”

“Not as much as your woohoo did when he was explaining it I bet,” Pinkie chimed in. She directed a smiling leer at Applejack. “Dusky’s lectures are a lot more fun when he has his thingy shoved all the way up your woohoo. It’s so big that he has to use a little earth pony magic to make it fit in Rarity.”

Now Applejack was starting to get really curious. “I’d sort of like to meet this... Dusk Shine?”

“Nothing could be simpler, Applejack dear. Right this way,” Rarity trotted over to a nearby door and knocked on it before opening it up. As Applejack trailed along behind the unicorn she found her eyes drawn to Rarity’s firm posterior, and the bruises that decorated it. A ball of tension formed in her belly and she felt a shivery nervous energy at what might be on the other side of the door.

Before Rarity could say anything a deep voice growled from inside the room. “Shouldn’t you be bent over a table at this time, slut, being reamed out by the maid?”

A grin twitched at the corner of Applejack’s mouth. The words might have been disturbing, if not for the fact that the exasperated tone mixed with humor and affection were pure Twilight and took a lot of the shock value away from them.

The voice rose as it barked out another question, “Pinkie Pie, why aren’t you fucking this disobedient upper class slut instead of allowing her to disturb my work?”

“I was going to, master, but Applejack came by to visit.”

“Applejack?” the voice said in a much higher pitched tone and with an edge of panic to it. Despite being deeper in tone it was so unmistakably Twilight’s voice in full, “Oh no, I’ve screwed up,” mode that Applejack had to restrain her laughter. Applejack’s was starting to feel like she was in some sort of Discord inspired warped reality.

“Is she waiting up in the castle?” Twilight asked in her deeper male voice.

“No, Master.” Rarity answered, a broad grin on her face. She was clearly getting a great deal of enjoyment out of this.

“She’s standing right there isn’t she?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you suppose she’d believe this is only a recording?”

“No, Master.”

“I don’t suppose Pinkie Pie has her fingers in Applejack’s ears?”

“I heard it all, Twilight,” Applejack chimed in, not wanting this to go on all day, and knowing what Twilight’s principal worry likely was. “And I don’t think worse of you for it. Yet. That all might change if you don’t step out here and give me a look see at what you’ve gone and done to yourself.”

There was silence inside the dim room for a bit, and then Applejack heard Twilight moving around. There was the rustle of some cloth, and the tell tale sound of pegasus wings being adjusted, and then a figure filled the dim doorway.

Applejack had been prepared to see a male Twilight, and had conjured up a few expectations, but her prevalent attitude when the lab coated stallion stepped into the light was, ‘He looks… normal.” If she hadn’t already known who he was, she would have assumed he was the twin brother Twilight had never bothered to mention. Just like she had never mentioned her brother, Shining Armor till she got the invitation to his wedding.

Twilight’s alter ego, Dusk Shine, was maybe a hand taller than Applejack. His chin was about level with her eyes. He had a handsome face, she supposed, though her preference leaned toward a more rough hewn appearance. His shoulders were wide, but not extremely so. From what she could gather from the way his lab coat hung, his torso tapered down to a slim waist and hips. His hands had long slender fingers. Very different from Big Mac’s thick blunt digits. His legs and hooves seemed well formed, but not extraordinary. To tell the truth she felt a bit let down.

“So. Look at you,” Applejack finally said after examining Twilight’s new body for several seconds.

“Yes, isn’t he spectacular,” Rarity enthused. “look at those cheekbones, and the arch of his muzzle. His trim, fit, but not overbuilt musculature. He would make a fortune as a model.”

“I don’t know. I think he should get out and work in the fields a bit,” Applejack said out of her disappointment. “He’s going to turn into a powder puff if he just spends all his days locked up in the lab. He needs to get out into the fresh air.”

“Nonsense. He is nobility, a true prince. There is no need for him to scrabble in the dirt like a common pony,” Rarity retorted with some heat. For a moment Applejack could just stare at her in shock.

The rather superior smile on Rarity’s face turned strained as she took in Applejack’s expression. “Oh, dear. Did I say that out loud?” Rarity said, her face flushing with shame. “Applejack. Dear. I hope you don’t think I think less of you because you’re a farm pony.”

“Course not, Rarity.” Applejack said in a flat tone of voice. “Why I bet most of the time you think I’m just as good as a unicorn. But right now I got some private matters I need to discuss with Twilight, or I guess I should say, Dusk Shine. So why don’t you scoot along and do some high falutin’ noble pony stuff and leave me to it.”

Rarity’s face was pale as she said, “Of course, I understand. You’ve been away for nearly three weeks. I’m sure you have all sort of matters you need to discuss, maybe even messages from Princess Celestia. So I’ll leave you to it.”

Rarity turned to leave, but then looked back over her shoulder and added, “I’ll be going. I’m sure I’ll see you later.” Applejack knew she should say something, but her stress left her little patience for Rarity’s habit of speaking before thinking.

The worried looking unicorn took several steps, but then whirled around and threw herself at Applejack’s hooves. “Oh, Applejack! I am so very sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I heard myself say those horrid horrid words and simply could not stop them! It was as if I was some other pony! Please, I know I do not deserve it, but I beg you will find it in your heart to forgive me!” She wrapped her arms around Applejack’s legs and looked upward at Applejack with tears streaming down her face.

Applejack looked like she rather be anywhere but where she was. She looked straight ahead as she growled out, “You all must think I’m a real idiot, Rarity. You think I don’t know the difference between words and actions? You said something bad, but I know you’d always have my back. It ain’t that I don’t want to tell you what I got to tell Dusk, but that Luna said to only tell what I gotta tell to ponies who gotta know. Ifn I hadn’t been involved personal like in this mess, I’d have never been told my own self.”

“So you forgive me?”

“Course I do. Though I’ll admit I’m mighty tempted to take a switch to your bottom for not thinking before you say something.”

“You may, if you wish. It would only be what I deserve,” Rarity said as she stood up and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’ll leave you two to your discussion then.” This time Rarity trotted across the lab and corralled Pinkie Pie, and the two of them together left the lab.

Applejack was all alone with Dusk. Who, when you came down to it was sort of a strange male. And given the visible evidence on Rarity’s body, maybe he wasn’t exactly safe to be around… It was all Applejack could do to keep from snorting in laughter at the idea of Twilight, even if she was a male, being some sort of sexual predator.

Dusk Shine, his expression very earnest spoke up before Applejack could start the conversation. “Rarity has been playing these adult game Pinkie Pike dragged us into. Most recently her character was a spoiled noble who falls into the hands of a disgruntled servant. You know Rarity. She throws herself totally into whatever she does. I’m pretty sure those words came from that character, not her.”

Applejack gave a sigh. “Thanks. I expect you’re right. She ain’t that different from the rest of us. Sometimes we just don’t think before we says things. That’s sorta what started this whole mess I gotta tell you about. I ran my mouth and drew the attention of a real nasty piece of work when I was in Canterlot. Let me tell you about it.”

This time around, Applejack didn’t leave out any of the details, no matter how embarrassing. Her face was flaming as she wrapped up the story with the fact that she was now, thanks to the taint she had picked up in Caridoon, in a near constant state of heat. Only then did she dare look directly at Dusk Shine.

Applejack felt like she’d been punched in the gut, the power flowing off of Dusk Shine was incredible. She’d seen this before. When Twilight was truly motivated, or on the verge of a meltdown, she lost the restraints that kept her true power under such tight control and the results were wet your pants scary. The effect was even more profound with them coming from a stallion.

Applejack felt a wet heat from between her legs, that had nothing to do with peeing her pants. She had never been this horny in her life, Not even when King Duneyrr had spent what seemed like hours working her up into a state where she could barely think.

How had she ever thought Dusk Shine was in any way an ordinary boring pony?

“I won’t allow someone like that to win,” Dusk Shine said in a tightly controlled voice that reverberated with power and menace. “We will recover Princess Celestia’s other, magical, half, we will bring down that twisted ruler and his son, we will liberate that country.”

“Only, you can’t,” Applejack said firmly, sweat running down her face from the strain of trying not to show how aroused she was. “Princess Luna told me I was to tell you that this is not the sort of battle you and us can fight. Caridoon’s magical nature means that under no circumstances can you, or any or our friends enter it. And I gotta say, I agree with her. I don’t want any of my friends cursed like I am.”

Dusk protested, “I’m not arguing with that. I can understand her point. Caridoon is not the sort of land where females can operate independently and the contamination complicates that even further. But, I’m not a female at the moment, and from what you said a male would not suffer under the same restrictions as a female. If I can figure out how to open a gate, or go through one Princess Luna constructs, I could cut right to the heart of the matter and take out that vile king.”

“You can’t do that!” Applejack half yelled, suddenly fearful that she might have doomed her friend by telling him her story. “If what Bother believes is really true, then a stallion would be in even more trouble than a mare. I might not be exactly comfortable, and have a hard time sitting still, but it ain’t going to kill me anytime soon. I’ve got some leeway, some time. It might not seem like it right now, but I’m sure there is a stallion out there who would be perfect for me. Same can’t be said for any stallion who gets infected with the taint. You’d have no choice. You’d have to cover a mare with the same taint at least twice a day, or you’d be in serious trouble.”

It was very difficult for Applejack to not point out that she possessed the required taint, and the obvious solution would be for the two of them to pair up to invade Caridoon. Having to relieve Dusk Shine’s sexual tension at least twice a day sounded like a plan with great perks. But even though it would solve her current lack of a suitable stallion, she would not be responsible for exposing any of her friends to what she had experienced. Especially not for such a selfish reason.

Dusk Shine took a deep breath, and the aura of destruction and menace that surrounded him faded away. He opened his eyes and gave Applejack a wry smile as he rubbed the back of his head and said, “I suppose you are right, and from what Princess Luna told you, she already has a plan on how to deal with them.”

Dusk sighed and rubbed his face, “I guess I’ve been spoiled. I want to solve this in time to get home for dinner. But I’m afraid Princess Luna is right, this might take years to resolve and will require careful planning. Her idea on infiltrating Caridoon with trained volunteers makes sense.” A wry self deprecating smile made an appearance on his face. “I guess now that I’m an alicorn I’m going to have to get used to checklists that cover decades, if not centuries.”

“Yeah, I guess you will,” Applejack said, trying to hide any indication of disappointment. More than anything else she wanted to be there for the defeat of the unicorn who had such contempt for normal ponies. Knowing his defeat might not happen till long after she could be actively involved was a bitter pill to swallow.

“Well, at least your personal problem can be solved fairly easily,” Dusk said, visibly trying to adopt a cheerful attitude. “Do you have any stallions in mind to help you deal with your needs?”

Up till five minutes ago only one stallion would have popped into Applejack’s mind at that question, her brother, and he was of course out of the question. It figured she’d stick Dusk Shine on that list. He was just as unacceptable as her brother, for different reasons. Dusk was even now working on an antidote to turn himself back into a mare, so clearly he was not a long term solution. Even if that were not the case, it would not be fair for her to saddle him with her problems. As it was, it would be beyond selfish of her to expect him to stay in a body not his own just to accommodate her needs.

Which was why Applejack plastered a smile on her face and said, “I got a few possibilities in mind. But I ought to be letting you get back to your antidote brewing. I’m sure y’all are eager to get back to being a mare.”

Dusk Shine seemed a bit surprised by this, but he gave her a small smile and said, “I suppose you are right. Hey, I have a great idea. What say we have another slumber party when I’m back to being a mare and we can talk about stallions? We never got to do that at our last sleepover.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Applejack said, her cheeks hurting from the effort of holding her smile while she sternly told herself, Keep you mouth shut, Applejack. Don’t suggest there is no reason to wait till Dusk is a mare again to have that sleepover.

“Bucking piles of horse apples!” Applejack screamed as she punched and kicked a harmless stack of hay into scattered bits of straw.

“The princess couldn’t help?” a familiar rumbling voice asked from behind her.

Applejack blushed as she turned to see her brother standing there with a concerned expression on his face. Her flush deepened as she processed his words and she let out another blistering oath. She hadn’t even asked Twilight... Dusk, if he could cure the taint inflicting her.

As usual, Big Mac simply let her get her anger out of her system till she was ready to actually make sense. And, despite all she had suffered, despite how she burned for revenge on Duneyrr, and longed to bring down Caridoon, the source of her current upset was nothing so world shattering. Fate had dangled the promise of a fantastic sex partner in front of her with one hoof, and pulled it away with the other.

“I met a super hot stallion,” Applejack said, unable to keep a sarcastic lilt out of her voice.

Big Mac twitched his ears forward, indicating he was giving her his full attention.

“It was Twilight.”

Big Mac was not the sort of pony to indulge in hasty reactions to shocking declarations. His eyes widened slightly, and then narrowed in thought for nearly a minute, before he said, “Thought the princess said that wasn’t possible?”

“You know Twilight. Impossible means she just hasn’t done it yet. She managed to brew up a potion using poison joke as one of the ingredients while we were in Canterlot that changed her into a stallion. He goes by the name Dusk Shine. Seems he only intended to stay a male for a day or two, but Rarity broke the jar the antidote was in when she mistook him for a evil male mirror twin rapist, on account of finding him fucking a tied up Pinkie Pie, and whacked him over the head with one of Pipe Layer’s big wrenches. Never came up how Rarity happened to have one of those handy.”

Big Mac held up a hand to stop Applejack’s exposition. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead before he took a deep sigh and opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again while shaking his head. Not surprising. Applejack had experienced Dusk Shine first hand, and she still had flashes of thinking it must have been a rather vivid dream.

“Take your time, Big Mac. I know it’s sort of hard to wrap your head around. Here’s some more while you’re still chewing on that first mouthful. Rarity can’t wear any clothes until Dusk Shine can brew up another batch of antidote. Way I understand it that’s going to be at least three or four more days. Outside of the spa and the shower at her home I don’t think Rarity’s gone five minutes without wearing something in her entire life. Think about the type of stallion she’d make a sacrifice like that for.”

Big Mac’s eyes opened up at that bit of information. Applejack’s expression grew annoyed as she spotted the same glint in his eyes she’d seen that morning when Bother had bent over to pick something off a low shelf for Granny Smith. The swelling bulge in his pants that had been there this morning also made an appearance.

Big Mac’s reaction annoyed the horny mare on two fronts. First was outright jealousy, which was unreasonable. No matter how much she wanted Big Mac to treat her like he treated Bother, it simply wasn’t something that was going to happen. The second thing was that it meant Rarity had been right that never letting a stallion see you without clothing created a mystery that they found irresistible.

Her brother had seen everypony of her friends naked at one time or another, though it was only the one time with Fluttershy. Everypony except Rarity. He had never shown the least interest in any of their bodies, and as he had been naked on several of those occasions, them being swimming parties, it would have been pretty difficult for him to conceal such a strong interest. Of course that restraint might simply have been due to the shy nature and fear of his own strength that Princess Luna claimed to have removed.

That didn’t change the fact that if the now very visible bulge in the front of his pants was any indication, the mere news that Rarity was wondering around in the nude for the next few days was enough to charge up his libido.

And that after Bother had done just about everything in her power to deplete Mac’s batteries last night.

Big Mac finally spoke, to ask a question. “Jest to make sure, you’re sure Twilight is having sex with Pinkie Pie and Rarity?”

“Well, I didn’t actually see them going at it, but yeah, that’s the impression I got from them.

The big surprise I guess is that they ain’t just having sex, they’re having kinky sex. I can’t be sure, but I think Rarity had some sort of sex toy jammed up her backside. And he had Pinkie tied up to some sort of machine and was fucking the hell out of her when Rarity walked in on them.” Applejack shook her head in wonderment, while squeezing her thighs together. “Would never had dreamed Twilight had it in her. Guess what he says about hormones and a change in preferences really is true.”

Applejack wouldn’t have been surprised to see Big Mac snort steam out of his nostrils when she mentioned Dusk Shine fucking Pinkie. She didn’t think she’d ever seen her laconic brother so excited.

“Bother had been reading me the riot act lately,” Big Mac suddenly said out of the blue.

“She has?” Applejack said in an incredulous tone.

“Well, you sorta have to read between the lines,” Big Mac said rubbing his nose with a forefinger and not quite meeting her eyes. “You have to wade through lots of, “Forgive this slut.” And, “this slut would never presume.” Plus, “if this slut may be so bold.” Took her about half an hour to get out that I was being an awful brother for not finding a stallion who would make sure you got fucked bowlegged every day.”

Applejack found herself flushing and could not meet Big Mac’s eyes as her overheated imagination pulled up images of being secured and serviced by an over-endowed stallion. And for the very first time it wasn’t Big Mac who had center stage in this fantasy, but Dusk Shine.

Trying to make a joke of it she asked Big Mac, “Did you tell her that not all stallions in Equestria have your stamina?”

“Oh, she made that pretty darn clear. She told me I had to be sure to find you a stallion who would think of you first and make sure you got all the fucking you needed. Even if he had to let a bunch of other males service you.”

Applejack suddenly found herself wanting this conversation to end just as quickly as possible. So she could find a secluded nook in one of the back orchards where she could try and stuff her hand up her aching twat. “I hope you told Bother that we don’t do things that way in Equestria?” Dang it all to Tartarus.

“Eeyup. Pointed that out. Had to mostly go by her body language because she wouldn't say it outright, but I think she was pretty disgusted with us about that.”

“Looks like you got your work cut out educating that girl about what is and isn’t proper.”

“Eeyup.”

Rarity hesitantly poked her head into the small lab where Dusk Shine was working on the antidote to the Poison Joke potion and said, “Dusk, dear, Big Mac is standing outside the castle. He is very firm about needing to talk to you. I tried to tell him that you were incommunicado, and he replied that he’d talked to Applejack and knew all about your situation, and he still insisted he talk to you, after you finished on the toilet.” Rarity paused ,and then added, “I don’t think the poor dear understood the meaning of incommunicado.”

Rarity hesitated, and then went on. “He said if he had to, he’d break down the door.”

Dusk felt his insides twist. He had really hoped to keep the number of people who knew about his perverse behavior to a minimum, but Big Mac bashing at the castle door would not help that cause in the least. Big Mac likely wanted him to cure Applejack of her taint, and he dreaded telling the big farm pony that even if a cure was possible, given the research Princess Luna had already done in that direction it might take years to restore Applejack to normal. Dusk was pretty sure telling some filly’s big brother that the best cure was for her to find one, or several, stallions who could scratch her itch, was not the way to go.

As a result he was sweating buckets of nervous sweat when Rarity escorted Big Mac into the lab. His nervousness was somewhat allayed by surprise when he noticed the unabashed way in which Big Mac was checking out Rarity’s nude body. Most of his memories of Big Mac around mares, even dressed one, was of him avoiding making eye contact. That didn’t seem to be a problem for him anymore.

Trying to sound cheerful, he asked, in a voice almost as high pitched as when he was female, “What can I do for you Big Mac?”

Big Mac ran his eyes up and down Dusk’s body, as if measuring him for something. Like a casket if Dusk could not help Applejack. He gave a nod of his head as if was satisfied with what he had seen and said. “Want to talk to you about buying Applejack.”

Author's Notes:

I’ve decided to skip the next one or two chapters where the rest of the cast argue with a mule stubborn Applejack and Dusk Shine that this is the best solution, and simply jump to the end results we all want to see. Dusk buying Applejack, after a suitable test drive.

Added fun, the snooty Lady Rarity Belle is despoiled by a common earth stallion, while her Lord is busy checking out his newest slave. Or not. Be sure to comment if you have any strong preferences about any of these points.

Warning ahead of time. The next chapter is going to be seriously hard-core with role play rape and slavery and pretty vile dialogue at times. I've also decided to include some incest action between Mac and A.J. If that would give you trouble you might want to skip it.

If you think it will spoil the story, be sure to comment on that. If there is a strong push back against it I will consider making modifications.