“Hey, time to wake up, sleepy head,” an indistinct voice whispered in Applejack’s ear. She gave a small groan and shifted slightly, nestling her head more comfortably into the warm bower that supported it.

“Cows can wait five more minutes,” Applejack muttered.

“No time for that. You need to wake up,” the annoying voice repeated.

“Okay, be right up,” Applejack replied sleepily while her brain slowly rebooted. As awareness flowed into her, she became aware of something not being quite right. The soft cradle holding her head, for instance, was not her usual pillow. In fact, it wasn’t a pillow at all. She cracked open a sleep gummed eye and made out a blurry lavender leg. With a little thought she realized her head was resting in somepony’s lap. Given the color, the most likely candidate was Twilight. Had they had some sort of late night thing? She struggled to remember how she might have ended up in this position. She opened her eyes a bit more, and noticed the flaccid penis a few inches away from her nose. A very familiar penis. Memory came roaring back like a flood.

“Holy Celestia on a stick!” Applejack cried out as she shot upright and almost fell off of the side of the stack of hay bales she’d been resting on. A hand caught hold of her wrist and kept her in place. She found herself staring into the face of the male Twilight, Dusk Shine, who gave her an uncertain smile.

Applejack remembered, oh, pony did she remember. Memories flickered in her head like some old time sepia toned moving picture show. Big Mac had shown up while she’d been working in the barn, with Twilight in tow, and had informed her that Twilight had agreed to not only fuck her as much as she needed to keep her Caridoon taint at bay, and to stay a stallion for however long that was, but to play her master and accompany her into Caridoon when the time came.

Applejack had been furious. The last thing she had wanted was to drag her friends into that hellish land, or get them tangled up in her problem so badly it took over their lives just like it had hers. She would die before she would let them get infected with the same taint that she would be carrying for the rest of her life. If that weren’t reason enough to get mad, there was also her absolute refusal to allow Twilight to throw away her very gender to service Applejack’s needs.

No matter how much the idea of taking Twilight’s hot male body for a spin turned her on.

It didn’t matter that Twilight, as a male, would not face the same consequences and restrictions when traveling through Caridoon as Applejack, or any of their female friends would. He’d still have to pass himself off as a vile woman-using bastard and he’d still end up tainted with a curse that would mean he would never again be able to live a normal life. To the gentle, quiet and most importantly, innocent, Twilight, such a thing would destroy him, or her. It didn’t matter which gender her friend was.

It was different for Applejack. She might have been a virgin prior to her kidnapping, but she’d never been an innocent, not like her friends were. The dark sexual fantasies she had nurtured from the time she’d just been a filly, and the fact that she had first hand experience with the perverted culture of Caridoon and knew what to expect, assured that she’d be able to cope with the sexual perversions found in that place. Or so she told herself, frequently.

Applejack blushed at the memory of how forcibly she’d rejected Twilight’ offer. And how she’d laid into Big Mac for presuming he had the right to make such a request on her behalf. She’d been pretty blunt in her descriptive reasons why there was no chance in Tartarus that either one of them could possibly pass as a Caridoon native. Neither one of them would be able to bring themselves to treat a mare, or any other type of female, in a manner that would allow them to pass as one of those vile evil bastards. She’d challenged them flat out to prove they could mistreat a female in the manner that was so common in Caridoon for five minutes.

Considering Big Mac’s relationship with Bother, and what she suspected about Twilight’s activity with Rarity and Pinkie Pie, that had been rather foolish of her. Because that was when Pinkie Pie had popped up out of nowhere and announced that of course Dusky could totally pull off a super scary evil nasty bad guy character.

Applejack’s rejoinder that they weren’t talking about some silly make-believe game, but real life had led to Pinkie Pie asking why it couldn't be both? Why couldn’t it be a game to them? All they had to worry about was playing the game so good that it looked real to the bad ponies they were trying to fool. And wouldn’t being able to play the game that good be super fun?

Applejack remembered how hard she’d laughed at the ridiculous idea, only to have the wind taken out of her sails somewhat by Pinkie Pie giving a few examples of the sort of games she’d been playing with her Dusky lately. Rarity had chosen that moment to ‘accidentally’ stumble out of her place of concealment, and she had thrown in her own two bits.

That was when things started to go off the rails.

Despite a furiously blushing Twilight’s efforts to stifle her, Pinkie Pie had been totally unabashed in her descriptions of the various things Dusky had done to her, and how well he had done them. Applejack’s traitorous body had reacted powerfully to Pinkie’s almost lyrical description of Twilight violating her in ways that Applejack hadn’t imagined any of her friends even knew about, let alone actively engaged in. It had led to her, reluctantly, agreeing to allow Twilight a chance to prove he could put on, if not the exact persona of a Caridoon male, at least the persona of a male those misogynistic bastards would respect.

Applejack cringed at how she’d laughed her ass off at Twilight’s acting the first time they’d tried to run one of Pinkie Pie’s game scenarios, as Twilight called them. It seemed, as Pinkie Pie had described it, that Applejack’s “Let’s Pretend Muscles” were flabby like little baby and seriously in need of being pumped up.

The same thing happened two more times before they all threw up their hooves and gave up. Applejack simply could not buy Twilight as a sexual predator. Laughing fit to bust a gut was not productive toward creating the appropriate attitude.

Applejack had pointed this out as proof of her earlier point that Twilight, even wearing the body of a total stud, could not pass in Caridoon. There was a lot more to being that sort of male than just looking the part, or playing a silly game of let’s pretend.

That was when Twilight had hesitantly offered a potential solution. It seemed back when Twilight was just a little bit of a filly her name had been drawn out of a hat when her class were choosing ponies to play parts in the Hearthwarming Eve school play to be performed in front of Princess Celestia and other high ranking guests.

Twilight, being Twilight, had obsessed over her inadequacies as an actor, to the point where she had herself believing her entire future rested on the quality of her performance in front of Princess Celestia. Again being Twilight, she had created a spell that would, for her few seconds on stage, cause her to think that the play was a real event, and she was really the character she played.

It had been a disaster, of course. But the fire was put out before the theater burned down and no pony had been harmed.

None the less, Twilight was sure that a more polished variation of the basic spell would cause Applejack to believe that Prince Dusk Shine was a real pony, Twilight’s evil twin brother in fact. Applejack had not been receptive to the idea, but Twilight and Big Mac refused to let the issue drop. They had become more and more agitated at her refusal to even consider allowing Twilight to mount her. She soon realized that the only way she was going to convinced them that the ridiculous scheme simply would not work, was to let them try.

A hastily cobbled backstory was crafted, with many suggestions from both Pinkie Pie and Rarity, who it turned out had a far more vivid imagination than the scholarly Twilight. Then all that had been left was for Twilight to cast the spell on Applejack.

And it had worked. Applejack had totally believed that Prince Dusk Shine was a real person separate from Twilight. She had believed that he held a mortgage on their farm. She had even believed that her brother’s lingering resentment at being passed over to inherit the farm had caused him to scheme with Prince Dusk Shine to make Applejack the evil prince’s property in revenge.

The entire thing had been totally preposterous, but she’d believed it.

By the time things had moved to the stage where Big Mac had taken her orally, she hadn’t even needed the spell. She had been so lost in lust that she’d have accepted that Princess Luna was going into the Moon Cheese business, so long as it meant either her brother or Dusk Shine would stick their dicks in her.

Applejack’s face was crimson with embarrassment as she recalled in vivid detail how thoroughly Twilight, and her brother, had ravaged her. Oh, Celestia, she’d sucked her brother’s cock. Her hand lifted to her lips as they tingled with phantom sensations. She was sure she could still taste him on her tongue. Despite her embarrassment, she could not help but remember just how good he had tasted, and how much she’d loved feeling him inside her mouth. And Dusk Shine! He’d fucked her, twice, and he’d done a hell of a good job of it. He’d gone so deep up her cunt, way further than the two unicorns who had assaulted her in Caridoon had managed. The memory of the feeling of him moving in and out of her body sent a shiver of remembered delight through her.

Ashamed of how she had acted, Applejack found it nearly impossible to look Twilight in the eye, but she forced herself to do so. She had mingled feelings when she saw that there was nothing of the evil prince who had raped her in the stallion who looked at her with concern, affection, and maybe something more. She had always loved Twilight as a friend, but what she was feeling toward him now was way more than simply friendship. She’d never had feelings like this for a stallion. Not even for Big Mac. And that was simply not acceptable. She was already against Twilight abandoning her gender. Now that she had these feelings, she was even more determined to prevent her friend from doing so. She would not allow her own selfish desires to influence her.

As if she didn’t already have enough trouble facing the stallion who, along with her big brother, had spit roasted her on his cock. Trying to keep her new feelings for Twilight from showing had her hunting for anything to say besides, do you want to do it again? As a result she blurted out the first thing that popped into her head. “Glad you got rid of that silly mustache.” which, while not exactly profound, was way better than “fuck me till I walk bowlegged.”

Twilight stroked his now bare muzzle self consciously. “Well, you know Pinkie Pie. Sometimes the easiest thing is to just go along with her. And she really loves sinister mustaches. I have to confess that as a prop it is sort of helpful in getting into character.” Twilight gave his head a shake, and his expression turned solicitous, “More importantly. How do you feel?”

Applejack’s first reaction, given how she could not get the memory of Prince Dusk Shine’s body pressing hers down against the hay as he fucked her out of her mind, was that he was fishing for compliments. But, his question did cause her to consider her physical condition, and she was shocked to realize that for the first time in what felt like forever she did not have an aching craving to be fucked. Oh, her cunt was sore, and her throat felt like she’d tried to swallow a pineapple, whole, but that was nothing compared to being free of the cravings that had filled her thoughts for the last two weeks.

“I feel...good,” Applejack admitted, and looked at Twilight with desperate hope. “Did y’all manage to cure me?” she asked.

Twilight’s expression turned sad. “No. I’m sorry. You still carry the taint.”

“Damn,” Applejack swore, punching the hay bale she was sitting on.

“I know it’s not what you wanted to hear, but this proves it can be controlled, Applejack. Earth pony magic can help keep it in check so it does not run out of control. There is no need for you to ever be so consumed by it that you lose self control again.”

“So, I just have to make sure I fuck an earth pony stallion once a day to keep the hornies away.” Applejack said with a bitter laugh.

Twilight winced, and said, “Not exactly. Once a day isn’t going to be enough. It’s hard to say for sure, but three or four times at a minimum. Even then it has to be with somepony with very strong earth magic. Big Mac has managed to keep Bother stabilized, all by himself, but if he had not been available it would have taken three or four stallions to have the same effect. Bother would have needed to spend almost all her time having intercourse with earth ponies.”

“So you’re saying I have to screw my own brother a half dozen times a day to keep the thing in my blood from driving me as nuts as Pinkie Pie.” While her tone was sarcastic, Applejack could not help but perk up at the idea. If it was a medical necessity no pony could fault her for fucking her own brother, could they?

Twilight looked uncomfortable. “Well, that’s not really an option. Your brother is very strong, amazingly so. But earth magic is only a substitute for the treatment you and Bother really need, which is sex with a male who has the corresponding Caridoon taint you are both now hardwired to need in order to maintain your physical and mental balance. Earth Pony magic is not nearly as effective, unfortunately. I don’t think your brother could keep both you and Bother stable all by himself. He’s strong, and has amazing stamina, but there are limits even to what he can do.”

“Twilight, you know I love...” Applejack paused and swallowed nervously as she caught herself just in time and modified her statement, “you like a brother.” She winced. That was not any better. Hopefully Twilight would not realize how telling it was. She took a breath and continued. “But sometimes I want to give you a good shake and tell you to just spit it out. It ain’t like you haven’t already suggested that you take care of my problem yourself?”

Twilight flushed, and would not meet her eyes as he blurted out, “As a male Alicorn I have strong enough earth magic to do for you what your brother does for Bother. I have the potential to have intercourse with you several times a day in order to keep you healthy until I can go into Caridoon with you and acquire the taint.” He rolled his eyes, and said in a wryly, “Thanks to Pinkie Pie, and recently Rarity, I’ve got empirical proof that I have that level of sexual stamina.”

Applejack took a deep breath to try and still her racing heart as she reminded herself that no matter how much she ached to jump at what Twilight was offering, there was simply no way she could ask her friend to make that sacrifice. There had to be another solution. “Okay, can’t say plainer than that. Now it’s my turn. I’m not going to let you throw your life away for me, Twilight.” She held up a hand before the alicorn could protest. “I said Twilight, and I mean Twilight. This ain’t you,” she said gesturing at the stallion sitting next to her. “You’re a mare. I won’t let you throw that away for me. You say it would take three or four stallions to keep me healthy. Fine, I’ll manage, even if I have to turn into a whorse to do it.”

Twilight turned red, and to her surprise, yelled at her. “Damn it, Applejack! I’m not sacrificing anything. I like copulating with mares. No, strike that. In language you can understand, I adore fucking mares. I especially loved fucking you. I’m actually afraid you’ll think I’m exaggerating how serious your condition is so I’ll have an excuse to stick my dick in you a half dozen times a day.” Twilight was panting by the time he finished his rant, and also looked like he wished he could snatch the words back.

Applejack felt a flare of arousal, and for a moment was afraid the taint was acting up, but this was nothing like the desperate need the curse had inflicted on her. This was just simple basic, Celestia, but he makes me wet, attraction to a handsome virile stallion you had the hots for. But despite her sudden overwhelming desire to jump his bones, Applejack was still not about to let Twilight make such a life altering commitment.

Fighting hard to stop herself from imagining life as Prince Dusk Shine’s sex slave, Applejack tried to think what Twilight would say if the situation was reversed. She knew that an appeal to emotion would not work. “Look, Rarity said you told her you have all sorts of different feelings as a stallion than you got as a mare. Don’t you think your balls might be doing the talking for you?”

Twilight’s eye took on a familiar gleam. The same one Twilight got whenever she was about to pull out the white board. Applejack held up a hand and said, “You’re doing good with the plain talk, Twilight. Let’s keep it that way.” The last thing she wanted was to allow Twilight to argue from his strength. In this case, this meant spending hours in nerd heaven as he meticulously explained just why his solution was the best one. She didn’t think she’d be able to keep from giving her true feelings away for that long.

For a moment Twilight looked downright mullish, and Applejack actually felt a shiver at the way he was looking at her. It wouldn’t have surprised her at all if she had suddenly found herself magically bound to a school desk and forced to listen as as Twilight lectured her on the matter at hoof. Possibly with a well welted bottom to make her pay attention, and maybe a butt plug like the one Twilight had shoved up Rarity’s bottom in her asshole. Her ass clenched. That was a big mistake. It made it impossible to ignore the sudden wetness between her legs.

The moment passed and Twilight gave a sigh as his expression turned from dominating, to ashamed and embarrassed. “You’re right. I’m dodging the truth,” he said. “I’ve only been a stallion for a week, and in that time I’ve had sex with three beautiful mares who I dearly love. In all the years I was a mare I didn’t have sex once. Didn’t even come close to it in fact. It wasn’t that I didn’t have suitors. When I was in Canterlot I was approached often, mostly by stallions who wanted access to Princess Celestia, but I think some of them were actually interested in me. I wasn’t tempted once. The truth is that I found the idea of submitting to a stallion distasteful in the extreme.”

Applejack did not like where this was going, and she stumbled as she tried to counter it. “Ahh, Twilight, I ain’t exactly an expert, and goodness knows I’m not a exactly a shining example. But most relationships between mares and stallions don’t involve ropes and switches.” But it sure is sweet when they do.

Twilight rolled his eyes. “I know that. But stallions average larger than mares, and in sexual encounters most commonly take a dominant position.”

Something about the way Twilight could not quite meet her eyes told Applejack he was still dodging the full truth, she wasn’t about to let him get away with it. If she didn’t understand why he thought he could live with the idea of staying a male, she couldn’t argue against them and she needed all the help on that front she could get. “That’s all right interesting, and total horseapples. How about you just come out with the real reason. The one you're ashamed of admitting?”

Twilight dropped his head so he was looking down at the forefingers he was nervously tapping together and muttered something.

“What was that? I didn’t catch it. Toss it again.”

“I said, I like Pinkie Pie’s scripted sex games. I feel comfortable with them because everything is planned out in advance. I can even make a checklist. But, even more that, I love being the one in control of the situation.”

“Now that I can believe, Twilight. But I’m still thinking that’s not all of it,” Applejack pushed, while wondering how on earth Twilight could not notice the effect his words were having on her. She felt like her face was about to catch fire and sweat was running down her forehead.

By this time Twilight was wiggling on the hay bale like a unprepared foal who’d been called on by the teacher to answer a question in front of the whole class. Applejack decided to try an old horse trading trick. Make an outrageous statement they’d have to deny, so you could use it as leverage to prove your point. “You like dominating mares, don’t you? You enjoy playing the rapist?”

To Applejack’s surprise, Twilight didn’t instantly deny her question. Instead he winced and looked down at the floor. “No! Not exactly. I like the feeling of being in total control. Tying up a mare so she’s helpless to resist and I can do anything and there is nothing she can do to stop me…” Twilight trailed off, and then in a voice filled with shame continued. “You’re right. I like playing the rapist. You must think I’m a monster. Just like those stallions in Caridoon who abused you.”

It took all of Applejack’s willpower to keep her voice calm and steady as she refuted his statement. “You ain’t nothing like them, Twilight. They beat down mares to make themselves feel bigger. You ain’t like that. For one thing, I’ll never believe you’d really keep going if a mare asked you to stop for real. Even if she didn’t want you to And I’ll call you a liar to your face if you told me you enjoy hurting a mare just to hurt her. You’d never try to make her feel like shit under your hooves. But those bastards in Caridoon sure do. I can’t say I understand why you like what you like...”

Applejack paused, and visibly wrestled with herself over revealing her darkest secret. The last thing in the world she wanted was to reinforce Twilight’s argument, but she couldn’t stand to see her friend wallowing in unjustified self-disgust. “But, the thing is, since I was a young filly, I’ve had dreams about being forced by a stallion, or stallions, and they sure as heck weren’t nightmares. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve masturbated to a fantasy where I was held down, or roped to a fence, and taken again and again.

“And it ain’t nothing to do with what happened in Caridoon!” Applejack said with some heat. “They didn’t make me this way. I’ve felt like this since long before any of that happened. But not even in my darkest dreams did I ever get off on the idea of some stallion beating the hell out of me till I couldn’t resist him. So, I guess it’s not really rape, but being restrained and helpless that cranks my motor.”

Applejack took a deep breath and realized that she actually felt sort good at getting this off her chest. Totally forgetting that she was suppose to be discouraging Twilight she continued, “I think one reason I hate those unicorns in Caridoon so much is that they were doing things to me that I’d dreamed about, but they made me feel dirty and ashamed for it. I didn’t feel like that with you and Big Mac, Not even when you were talking shit about me. Maybe on account of deep down I knew it wasn’t real. Or maybe because you didn’t think I was garbage, even when I was cumming my brains out while you used me like a cheap whorse. And I sensed it somehow.”

Twilight looked up and met Applejack’s eyes, his own gleaming with interest. “Really?” he said in a voice rough with sudden arousal.

“Yeah, really,” Applejack whispered as her heart thudded in her chest. She ducked her own head shyly, which gave her a good view of Twilight’s cock as it began to stiffen. She couldn’t help but think that it sure didn’t look like Twilight was going against his nature in making his offer to her. Quite the contrary. Maybe she’d been looking at this whole thing the wrong way? What if Twilight, instead of making a sacrifice, was actually jumping at this excuse to be the sort of pony he wanted to be?

Twilight swallowed, and then said. “You know there are a lot of ponies who’d likely say we should seek out therapy to resolve the unresolved traumas that have caused these unnatural desires we have?”

Applejack considered her situation in light of her new thoughts. The small amount of time she’d spent thinking she was really Prince Dusk Shine’s personal fuck slave had been as close to her fantasy ideal as she’d ever come. And the thing was, while she’d been sort of magically hypnotized to believe it was all real, Twilight had just been playing pretend. Only, as he had more or less confessed, it hadn’t all been pretend to him. It might very well be that a relationship with Twilight could be as close to a dream come true as it was possible to get short of him turning himself into Big Mac. But the only way to discover if that was the case would be to give it a try. Within limitations. Just because it was possible that Twilight was really was more happy being a stallion than a mare didn’t change everything. There were still some things Applejack was not prepared to back down on. But, she supposed if she was going to give Twilight a chance to prove he was happier as a stallion, she should start thinking of him as Dusk Shine and not Twilight Sparkle.

Applejack gave a mental nod and said to Dusk, “Or we could go with your original suggestion and you screw my brains out a couple of times a day. Maybe after tying me up in some interesting way?”

Dusk seemed surprised. But if the way his cock twitched was any indication, not adverse to the whole tying her up idea. Well, that was good, because neither was she. “I’d like that. A lot,” Dusk said huskily, as he leaned toward her.

“Can’t say as I’d be against the idea either,” Applejack affirmed lifting her head to meet his. “But I’m still not going to let you go into Caridoon,” she said as their lips were about to touch.

“Awwwwww! That is so sweet!” Pinkie Pie shouted as she jumped out of nowhere to land between the two of them and pulled them into a mutual Pinkie Pie hug.

“Pinkie Pie, we were sort of having a thing here,” Applejack protested.

“Yeah, Dusky’s thingy,” Pinkie chortled, reaching down and giving the said swollen thingy an affectionate squeeze, which drew a startled gulp from Dusk, and a jealous growl from Applejack.

“Why are you here, Pinkie?” Applejack asked between gritted teeth.

“Oh, Rarity wanted to show Big Mac that she wasn’t actually bad at sucking thingies, she was only pretending to be bad because her character would have been, and maintaining a consistent character is the hallmark of a great thesss, thess…” Pinkie’s tongue flapped in front of her muzzle as she tried to get the last word out. Dusk tossed up a magical shield to deflect the splatter.

“Thespian,” Dusk interjected before Pinkie Pie could totally soak his shield with her spit.

“That’s the one,” Pinkie chortled happily.

“You understand all of that, Sugarcube?” Applejack asked Dusk.

“When we were outlining the scenario we played out Rarity decided that the character of Lady Rarity, being a sheltered unicorn with little sexual experience and an exaggerated idea of her own importance, should be incompetent at fellatio. But now that the game is over she does not want Big Mac thinking that she is actually bad at it, so she wishes to show him she’s better at performing fellatio than the character she played in our little scenario. ”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Short take, Rarity sucked at giving Big Mac a blowjob during the make believe and wants a second shot at showing him she can drain his nuts as good as any pony out there.” Applejack summarized, even as she ran her tongue around the inside or her mouth to see if the taste of her brother still lingered there.

Mentally, Applejack was a bit surprised at how natural this all felt. Was this another symptom of her taint? But even if it was, that didn’t explain her friends. But thinking about it she could see where this might not be as strange as it seemed. Big Mac had been adjusted by Princess Luna. Applejack supposed that there was no reason why Pinkie Pie wouldn’t jump in with all hooves if the game was fun enough, and lord knows getting fucked by Dusk was fun. And Dusk was an alicorn stallion, which might explain why Rarity was so ready to play along. Though it didn’t explain why her rather snobbish friend was so eager to make a good impression on Big Mac. Applejack thought about that for a minute, and gave herself a mental kick in the posterior. Big Mac might not be a noble pony, but he was all stallion, and when you came down to it, Rarity was a bit of a slut, even if up till now she hadn’t actually done it with any of the males she flirted with.

“Pretty much,” Dusk agreed to Applejack’s summary of Rarity’s motivation, jarring her out of her mental tally of her friend’s likely proclivity toward perversion.

Pinkie Pie nodded. “What Applejack said. So she kicked me and Bother out so she and Big Mac could have some alone time.”

“She what?” Applejack shouted, angry at Rarity’s presumption about ordering Bother about in what was now the doe’s own home. Afraid that the doe might be curled up in a ball of misery somewhere, she asked, “Where is Bother?”

“This slut is here!” said the aforementioned doe in a cheerful voice.

Applejack’s eyes tracked toward the voice and for the first time noticed that a wall of hay bales had been constructed down the middle of the barn, separating it into two distinct rooms. Likely something Rarity had tossed together to give herself some privacy. If so, then it was not working very well considering what Bother was doing.

Crouched beside the hay wall, Bother was bent over and peeking through a gap between two hay bales, her tail and rump twitching back and forth as her fingers stroked between her legs. The brilliant white of the underside of her tail was like a flag waving above the slick pink of her engorged sex, inviting any nearby male to come and get it.

Next to Applejack, Dusk let out a wolf whistle, which drew a sharp look from her. He frowned in worry at her expression. “What? Isn’t that the proper male response to such a sight?” he asked. “I will confess I’m still trying to pick up the nuances of public male behavior. The little scenarios I have been engaging in with Pinkie Pie and Rarity do not really give me an accurate overview of how males interact with mares and other stallions in real life.”

Applejack decided to ignore Dusk’s question, and his explanation for asking it, because she wasn’t really sure of how to answer him. She whispered, loudly, “Bother, ain’t you annoyed at Rarity? She kicked you out so she could make time with your coltfriend.” Unspoken were the words, ‘And my dang brother.’

“Oh, no. This slut wishes Master Mac to be happy. Master Mac greatly enjoyed the unicorn slut earlier. I think the unicorn slut would be a good slave for Master Mac. Granny Smith says that in this land even if a slut is a unicorn or a pegasus that slut can give Master Mac a foal who would help carry on his legacy. Granny said this when she told this slut to keep an eye out for good sluts for Master Mac’s harem.”

“Of course she did,” Applejack drawled in resignation, making a mental note to have a little chat with her dear old, matchmaking, granny. Given Bother’s attitude, Applejack wondered if she’d misjudged Rarity. It was very possible that being alone with Big Mac might not have been all her idea.

A sudden worry occurred to her. Given Luna’s instructions to keep an eye on her brother when he was around flirty mares, her friend might have bitten off far more than she could chew, or swallow. “I guess I’d better make sure Big Mac ain’t being too rough on poor Rarity,” said said in a tone that tried, and failed, to be casual. She got up and strolled over to Bother. Despite her worry for Rarity, a familiar ball of warmth formed in her belly as she contemplated seeing her brother in action. She’d been sort of distracted during the little fantasy earlier and had missed most of what Mac had done to Rarity. Though she had gotten a brief glimpse of the aftermath before her view had been blocked out by Big Mac’s belly and balls. Bending over Applejack joined Bother in peeking through the gap between the hay bales. A moment later Pinkie joined in on the other side of the little doe.

Feeling rather daring, Applejack flicked her tail and swayed her hips to give Dusk a good show. As she did, a sudden thought occurred to her, and she looked to her right and left. Pinkie Pie and Bother were presenting Dusk with the same invitation she was. She felt a moment of jealousy, but then considered. This just might be a good chance to test Dusk’s commitment to being a stallion slut. How would he react to such a bounty now that Applejack’s needs were currently taken care of?

Dusk swallowed a lump in his throat as he took in the three very different, but all enticing, female rumps that were swaying from side to side with tails held high with their juicy sexes on full display. He had a sudden flashback to Twilight’s last visit to Bon Bon’s candy shop, right after deciding she had to watch her weight. Having to choose just one sweet out of all the ones on display had ended up taking nearly a half an hour as she balanced all the pros and cons of her numerous options. This situation seemed very similar to that one. With the added complication that in this case the sweets he didn’t pick were likely to have hurt feelings.

By all right’s Dusk knew he really should be focusing on Applejack. That was the whole reason they were here in the barn after all. Despite telling himself this, Dusk was a bit embarrassed to find that it was Bother’s petite bottom that mostly drew his eye, for no reason other than the fact that it was the only one of the three prospects in front of him that he had not yet sampled. Of course, if Bother was right, Big Mac was currently enjoying the favors of Rarity, who was sort of, maybe, Dusk’s marefriend, well, one of them. Didn’t that mean Mac’s slave Bother was fair game?

Dusk slapped himself across the muzzle, hard. “No, bad stallion,” he told himself. He was still under the influence of the virtual reality spell he’d cast on himself. Unlike Applejack’s, which had evaporated along with the pent up Caridoon taint, his was still fully active. He hadn’t informed any of the others that he had cast it on himself. The version he’d cast on himself was both weaker and more specific than the one he had cast on Applejack. It had simply given him total confidence that whatever he did to Applejack, or it seemed any female, was justified and needed. It had removed almost all of his hesitation and waffling and allowed him to service Applejack in the fashion that was needed, but it had also taken away a lot of his strongest mental restrictions. Which was why, he had to guess, he was seriously considering fucking a friend’s doefriend simply because she was fresh ground for him to plow. He softly said under his breath, “Sugar Free.” Instantly the mild guilt he’d felt increased greatly. It didn’t make Bother’s tight little plot any less enticing, however. Very likely that was the perfectly logical consequences of possessing a pair of functioning balls.

Dusk wrenched his eyes away from Bother’s flashing white tail and focused on Applejack’s firm muscular posterior. He visually traced the deep cleft of her ass cheek from the base of her tail all the way down to the purse of her sex. Despite her recent activity Applejack’s tight little cleft looked almost virginal. A far cry from the distended hole Dusk had pulled out of barely an hour before. He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be as tight as she’d been then if he were to take up the invitation of that raised tail?

Seemingly oblivious to the show she was giving Dusk, Applejack whistled. “Dang, I got to give Rarity credit. Never would have thought she’d take the risk of messing up her manedo like that.”

“Yeah, but Big Mac sure seems to be enjoying it,” Pinkie said. “I got to try that next time.” She looked over her shoulder at Dusk and asked. “Does having my mane wrapped around your balls sound super silky sexy, Dusky?”

Dusk could only nod his head. He was afraid if he tried to speak, his current level of arousal would be all too evident. Mind you, the flagpole sprouting from his groin was sort of a give away.

“The unicorn slut is so clever. Master Mac looks like he’s really enjoying the feel of her hair wrapped around his shaft and balls.” Bother’s hand lifted to her own hair, which was only barely longer than the light brown fur that covered most of her body. “I wish I could do that for Master Mac.”

“I ain’t heard Big Mac complaining, Bother. In fact he’s plum impressed that he can get balls deep in your little pussy,” Applejack assured her.

“Really? Master Mac said that about this slut?” Bother said in a pleased voice as her small tail twitched enticingly, drawing a groan from Dusk.

“What’s the matter, Dusky?” Pinkie asked glancing his way. Her eyes traveled down to his groin and lit up like stars. “Oooh, are you ready to play again so soon?”

Pinkie’s remark caused Bother and Applejack to glance back over their shoulders. Bother’s eyes brightened and she asked, “Does Master Dusk wish to use this slut to relieve himself?”

Dusk was happy to discover that he felt guilty that the first thought that popped into his head was, “Yes please.” It seemed the spell’s influence was really gone and he could apply common decency to his calculations. In this case it was the fact that Bother had been raised as a sex slave. It would be wrong of him to take advantage of that to use her as nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. He glanced at Applejack, expecting her to be looking at him with the same distaste he was currently feeling toward himself. To his surprise Applejack’s expression was more worried than anything else. Did she think he was going to abandon her?

She somewhat allayed his fears by saying, “Dang, Dusk, you really are a stallion, ain’t you?” in a teasing tone. But still, there was a hint of concern in her expression he didn’t understand.

“Oooohhh, you so should, Dusky. It’s not fair if you don’t. Bother’s the only one of us you haven’t stuck your thingy in. You got to do it. Give her a nice big piece of your loving rod.”

Bother’s ears perked up and she waggled her butt invitingly.

Dusk swallowed a mouth full of spit. His eyes focused on the almost hypnotic twitching of Bother’s short fluffy tail. The spell might be gone, but he could swear he could hear his balls asking, Would he really be using her just as a convenience if she was so eager, and if he didn’t really regard her in that way?

“Dusk?” Applejack said in a loud tone breaking him out of his spiral of justification.

“Eh?” Looking at Applejack again Dusk saw that the worry she’d shown earlier was more pronounced.

Applejack gave an exasperated snort, and said very clearly. “Don’t you think since Big Mac spent all that time taking care of me that you should make it up to Bother?” She rolled her eyes in Bother’s direction and made little come on gestures with her entire body. Urging Dusk to figure out what she was trying to get at. Clearly whatever it was she didn’t want to say it in front of Bother.

For a moment Dusk’s mind was blank, and then he got it. He felt foolish. After all he was the one who had told Applejack that her taint would require several infusions of Earth Pony magic a day to maintain her health. Just like Big Mac had been doing for Bother all this time. Because he’d needed help from Big Mac in treating Applejack, Bother had not gotten her recommended daily dose of Little Big Mac and Applejack was concerned that the doe might start to suffer withdrawal symptoms if she didn’t get taken care of.

Or at least he thought that was what this was all about. It was also possible he was reading more into the situation than there was really there because he was so intrigued at the idea of copulating with the little doe.

On the other hoof, if Big Mac was not busy getting a blowjob from Rarity on the other side of the hay bales, he’d have been free to look after Bother…So it only seemed fair that Dusk step in and fill up Bother’s tank with earth magic.

He was sure the tiny voice between his legs cheering him on was just in his imagination. Wait, no it wasn’t. He glared back at Pinkie Pie who had crouched down behind him and had her hands cupped like a speaker cone as she whispered words of encouragement to him. She gave him an unrepentant grin and gave his ass a shove to move him toward Bother.

Dusk gave a soft groan of delight as he rubbed the head of his cock against Bother’s snug warm pussy. She felt like warm oiled velvet, and her ass flexed in a way that promised true delight for the stallion who slipped his dick inside her.

Only, she was so tiny. Dusk was afraid his mastery of earth magic was not up to the challenge of penetrating her without causing her severe discomfort. It was good he had dispelled the spell. When it had been active he wouldn’t have hesitated in the slightest.

Bother didn’t seem to share his reservations. The small doe cooed in delight as she felt his cock brush against her tender folds and arched her ass back at Dusk, while not taking her eye away from the crack in the hay bale wall that gave her a good view of her master in action.

Both Applejack and Pinkie Pie were crowded in next to Bother, their eyes glued to the crack as well. Looking to the right and left of Bother, Dusk was presented with a veritable buffet of perverted possibilities as all three females wiggled their asses and flipped their tails.

Despite their open legged invitation to Dusk, the three females attention was still more on what was in front of them than what was going on behind them. He reached out and stroked a hand down each mare’s ass, sliding his forefingers between their legs. While this earned an appreciative gasp from both of them, they didn’t even twitch an ear in his direction.

It was a bit of a blow to Dusk’s ego. Ever since he’d turned himself into a male he’d had the full attention of any of his friends who discovered his new gender. Now it seemed he was being relegated to background character while Big Mac garnered all the attention. Even worse, it made him realize how much of his sexual prowess was based on his friends being in charge of the situation. Even his recent activity with Applejack was centered around a script that Rarity had a large part in devising. Thinking back he couldn’t think of a single encounter where he had been the pure initiator. Even his assault on Rarity was a result of her goading him into a frenzy. Had he been fooling himself all this time by thinking he was good at being a stallion?

Oblivious to Dusk’s bruised pride, Pinkie Pie enthused, “Wow, wow, wowzer, Applejack! Your big brother sure is big. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bigger thingy. I bet if feels super tremendous when you are wrapped around that, Bother.”

“Master Mac’s cock is the best cock,” Bother said in pride, even as she thrust suggestively back at Dusk, rubbing her juices over the flared tip of his dick.

“Yep, when he’s inside you, you sure as shootin know it,” Applejack added her two cents. “I reckon you’d have to hunt pretty far and wide to find a pony as talented as my brother.”

Dusk didn’t think of himself as being overly proud, or prone to boasting, but that hurt. Big Mac had only had oral sex with Applejack, and while that was a perfectly suitable means to infuse Applejack with earth magic by using sperm as a carrier, it had been Dusk’s penis that had given her those incredible orgasms.

Dusk was not the only one who was a bit miffed that the two mares, and one doe, were focusing on something other than him. “Do you mind? I’m trying to demonstrate my true abilities to Big Maguck!” Rarity’s annoyed voice was suddenly cut off with a gurgle, and Dusk could easily imagine that the big stallion had reminded Rarity of where her attention was suppose to be by pushing her muzzle back down on his cock. It seemed that unlike him, Big Mac would not tolerate a mare not paying proper attention to the matter at hoof. Maybe he could learn something from that?

Dusk had to admit that based on Big Mac’s performance during their mutual treatment of Applejack’s taint, he could do worse than to use the big farm pony as a role model. He’d been feeling a bit bereft in that regard lately. Twilight was used to approaching challenges by first thinking, “What would Princess Celestia do?” That was not terribly useful when the challenge was, “How can I fuck mares better?” Or, “When force feeding a mare my cock, how to I tell when her struggles are just pretend, or the real thing?” Now wouldn’t that make a great letter to send to his beloved teacher.

Dear Princess Celestia. Today I learned how to encourage a mare to fellate me by turning her ass red with a well deserved spanking!

Maybe, “What would Big Mac do?” would be a good yardstick. Except, he didn’t know the stallion nearly well enough to make such a judgment call.

Just then Pinkie let out a loud yell of encouragement. “That’s the way, Rarity, Woot, woot, woot, You can do it. You’re almost halfway there. Rarity, Rarity, she’s our mare, if she can’t swallow Big Mac, no one can!”

“Hey!” Applejack protested.

“Oops, sorry, Applejack. Rarity, Rarity, She’s our mare, if she can’t do it, Applejack sure can!”

“Applejack is so lucky. Bother wishes she was as good a slut as Master’s sister is and could swallow so much of Master Mac’s delicious cock. This worthless slut can barely fit the tip of Master’s scepter in her mouth.”

“Dusk Shine?” Big Mac called out in a stern voice.

Dusk, flushing red, used his magic to float the top layer of the hay wall out of the way so he could see where Big Mac was lounging on another stack of bales with Rarity between his legs, her head bobbing up and down on his cock while his hand gently gripped her horn. Rarity’s hands had wrapped her silky mane around Big Mac’s shaft and balls and was rubbing it up and down in time with her oral action. The big stallion was looking at Dusk with a stern expression that didn’t seem affect in the least by what Rarity was doing. “Yes, Big Mac?” he asked in a chagrined tone.

“Stallion’s got to have control.” Applejack’s brother said.

“Yes Big Mac,” Dusk said. A moment later, he flushed deeper and asked. “Ah, do you mean of himself, or…” He looked down at the three females in front of him who had moved forward so they could rest their forearms on the top of the now much shorter hay wall.

“Can’t be the last unless he’s the first,” Big Mac said with a shrug. A moment later he took mercy on Dusk, and added. “Stallion who tries to do too many things at the same time ain’t going to do any of them well, or at all.” Mac shifted the hand holding Rarity’s horn and scratched her behind the ears, drawing a moan from her and a quickening in the movement of her muzzle up and down his shaft.“So, guess you got to decide which job is the most important.” The two ponies and Bother both wiggled their rears in clear invitation, though Dusk was pretty sure Applejack’s invitation was more of a challenge than an invite.

Big Mac’s not so subtle hint had told Dusk which invite was the correct one to take. Though the big stallion had been wrong about one thing. You could accomplish more than one thing at a time and do a good job of it, providing you could learn several things from one action. For instance, Dusk really needed to work on understanding his earth magic if he was going to do a good job of keeping Applejack healthy. Fucking Bother was a good way to learn what he was capable of. Earth magic was reactive, it responded to need. Well, he was going to really need it to shoehorn his penis into the tiny doe. There was no way someone with a dick as large as his could get more than a fraction of it into Bother if he didn’t use a high level of earth magic to grease the slide and widen and lengthen the tunnel.

The fact that Big Mac, who was larger in the cock department than Dusk, could apparently engage in full blown coitus with Bother showed he was extraordinarily powerful. His earlier session with Rarity had demonstrated that as well. He’d managed to penetrate the pinned unicorn right to the median ring. That meant he’d penetrated Rarity several inches further than Dusk had. Dusk knew for a fact that there hadn’t been anything extra at the end of Rarity’s vagina when he’d taken her. The only explanation was that Big Mac’s magic had somehow ‘made’ room for his cock to fit.

Dusk glanced over at where Rarity was sucking on Big Mac’s cock. Even as he watched, a visible bulge appeared in the top of her throat as she pushed through the discomfort and took a good chunk of his penis down the narrow passage. Having experienced Rarity’s oral talents first hoof, Dusk could well imagine how enjoyable it was for Big Mac. None of the pleasure he must be feeling was evident in the glance Big Mac gave Dusk, however. The younger stallion, very much younger if you took into account he’d only been a stallion for a week, flushed. He was still procrastinating. It was time to stallion up and do his duty. His own cock was fully erect and throbbing, and Bother’s twat was engorged and dripping with her desire. All systems were ready, it was time to go.

Dusk Shine leaned forward and placed both hands on either side of Bother’s shoulders. He spread his legs to brace himself and was just about to reach between his legs to steer his cock to its target when he had a sudden thought about how he could incorporate at least one of his friends in the activity without splitting his focus. “Pinkie Pie, if you would, please put your master in the doe slut.”

Pinkie was not slow in complying, and seconds later Dusk felt her take hold of his shaft. Trusting Pinkie to help him hit his target, he thrust forward, and was rewarded by a sudden gasp from Bother, and the feeling of her tight warm flesh molding around the broad flange of his cock like a perfectly sized glove.

Dusk had to resist the urge to buck hard into Bother. He could feel his Earth magic lowing in reaction to her tightness. All he had to do was wait for it to do its work. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do, and not just because his male body wanted more than anything to sink the entire length of his cock into Bother, he had to fight his own inclination to ‘help’ the earth magic do its work. It many ways it was similar to when Twilight had to learn how to use pegasus magic to fly. She didn’t have the least bit of trouble flying the very first time, but then she started to think about how she was doing it. That was her first experience with tasting dirt. Things got really difficult when she worked out the lifting force based on the square footage of his wings and determined that it was totally impossible for a pegasus pony to fly without magic. She’d eaten a few dozen pounds of dirt trying to figure out how pegasus magic did what it did, until she learned to just let it do its thing and ignored the how and why.

Dusk’s efforts to be patient was not helped by Pinkie Pie who was running her hand up and down his shaft, collecting juices from Bother’s pussy and spreading it over his throbbing cock. Applejack in the meantime had slipped back off the hay and was kneeling to the side. From the direction of her gaze he knew she must be looking straight at where Bother’s tight little slit was stretched out around the tip of his prick. Her hand had slipped between her legs and she was stroking herself. A minute before he’d been a bit jealous that all three females had been watching Big Mac in action instead of paying any notice of him. Now that he had their undivided attention, he found himself struggling with sudden performance anxiety. What if Bother’s tight little channel proved more than he could take and he ejaculated prematurely? That was apparently a very negative action on the part of a stallion based on the fact that in the restoration books it was only the weedy ineffective stallions who did that. The familiar feeling of an oncoming panic attack washed over Dusk.

Applejack had only just agreed to allow him to treat her condition and he was under no illusions that she didn’t still have reservations. If he proved himself incapable of taking care of Brother’s needs, she would likely reject him and his services outright. She’d be forced to resort of multiple stallions to keep the taint in line. She’d become a whorse trolling the streets for stallion cock, and it would all be his fault. Dusk’s breathing started to become erratic and individual hairs sprang out of his mane as the magic field built up around his horn.

Dusk was broken out of his spiral of anxiety when Big Mac suddenly yelled out. “Applejack, get your ass over here!” His bellow caused all the females in the room to jerk in place, he was pretty sure Bother experienced a small orgasm if the way her pussy fluttered around his cock head was any indication.

Dusk looked at his Applejack. They weren’t playing out a scenario, and he was a bit afraid of how the proud farm pony would react to her brother’s order. Applejack’s eyes narrowed and she glared at her brother. Dusk, remembering how disdainful Applejack had been about his ability to behave like a Caridoon male, surrendered to a sudden perverse urge to prove he had what it took. He caught up a chunk of rope in his magic and flicked the end against Applejack’s cutie mark branded flank with a sharp crack.

“Listen to your brother!” Dusk snapped out, trying to emulate Big Mac’s speech pattern. He added a touch of Canterlot voice to his demand for extra oomph.

The farm pony shuddered, her body shivering as the fingers buried between her legs dug deep into her sex. Dusk had enough experience, both personal, and in the last few days, practical, to tell she’d just had an orgasm. He made a mental note of her reaction, but mostly felt rather proud that he’d managed to accomplish so much with a little swish of a chunk of rope.

Applejack took a deep breath and gave Dusk a long languid look that almost made him drop his load inside Bother then and there. Withdrawing her cum dripping fingers from her cunt, Applejack got to her feet and trotted over to her brother. She knelt beside him in a show of meek obedience that fooled nopony in the room. Least of all Big Mac who rolled his eyes at her antics.

All the while this little drama was going on Rarity had continued to bob her head up and down in Big Mac’s lap, her entire focus seemingly on the task of swallowing every inch of the big stallion’s shaft. Dusk had to admire her perseverance, if not her good sense. Despite that, he was rather pleased with the situation. It was nice to see Rarity for once being infatuated with a pony who was willing to cater to her sense of drama, even if it was by simply enduring it. Though Dusk didn’t think Mac much minded enduring Rarity’s current obsession.

Despite his efforts to maintain a placid expression there was more than a hint of strain in Big Mac’s eyes as he looked at Dusk and asked in a stern voice, “So, Prince Dusk Shine, are you going to fuck my little Bother any time soon?”

Dusk flushed with embarrassment when he realized he’d been paying attention to everything, except the little Doe he was supposed to be servicing. She was panting with need, and he could feel her cunt twitching around the tip of his cock, but she’d been laying as still as a fawn in hiding, possibly so as not to distract him from whatever he was doing other than shafting her. He felt guilt as he remembered that to Bother her own pleasure was secondary to that of the male she was servicing. He was pretty darn certain that not even Pinkie Pie would allow him to be so neglectful in regards to her pleasure.

Dusk pulled all his attention away from everything that was going on around him and stared down past Bother’s tail into the cleft of her ass where he could clearly see his cock soaking in her stretched slit. “Sorry, Bother,” Dusk apologized as he wrapped his hands around the doe’s waist and drew back an inch or so before thrusting forward. He slipped a good five inches into Bother before her tightness slowed his progress and she was jolted forward, her thighs striking the bale of hay she was laying on and causing the entire hay wall to sway slightly.

Bother let out a deep Ooof, and then protested, “This slut is sorry Master Dusk feels the need to apologize to this slut. This stupid slut did not mean to give Master Dusk the idea that she was discontented. This foolish slut was happy to supply a hole for Master Dusk to soak his mighty shaft in while he saw to things much more important than this bothersome slut’s pleasure.”

Dusk opened his mouth to protest that Bother had done nothing wrong, and that he was the one who was at fault here, but Big Mac caught his eye and slowly shook his head from side to side. Dusk fumed, it left him feeling a burning frustration that poor Bother felt she had no worth in the world outside of offering a means for stallions to vent their needs. If he hadn’t already felt disdain for the ruler of Caridoon that alone would have been enough to make him feel that way.

Despite his feelings, he knew Big Mac was right. Bother’s indoctrination was not the result of a magic spell. She’d been raised in that culture and it would take a very long time to modify her belief system. Unless… Dusk’s eyes brightened. Princess Luna planned to infiltrate Caridoon and destroy it from the inside. Maybe they could do the same thing with Bother? Use her desire to please stallions against her indoctrination?

A warm glow filled him as he contemplated the potential. He shifted his hips, twisting his cock inside Bother’s snug sheath and pulling his cock backward. With a grunt he shafted the doe good and hard, and gained a few more inches of penetration, proving his earth magic had done it job of loosening up the doe’s passage. He began a steady, but forceful pumping, that had Bother gasping as he battered her body back and forth.

“Big Mac, can I ask you a question?” Dusk asked.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said, his laconic voice a bit strained. And no wonder, Rarity’s lips were only a couple of inches short of his median ring.

“I’ve only been a stallion for a week, and my experience is limited. For instance I’ve never actually masturbated as a stallion. How does intercourse with a mare compare to using your own hand?”

Big Mac idly stroked a pair of fingers up and down Rarity’s horn as he thought about Dusk’s question, which had the mare whimpering around his cock. “Eenope, no comparison. Mare beats hand.”

“I see---”

“And watermelon.”

“Uh I---”

“And warm apple pie.”

Dusk stared at Big Mac with his mouth open, while Applejack gave her brother an appalled look.

“Colts tend to experiment. A lot,” he said with a shrug.

“Ahh, ooookkkaayy,” Dusk said. By now his cock was moving smoothly in and out of Bother, though he had not yet managed to sink his full length into her. “So, mares are better. I thought that might be the case. It’s logical. We were designed to fit together. It makes sense. Nature does not go in for unnecessary frills. Everything has a purpose. For instance I wonder why it is necessary for mares, and other females, to experience orgasms. For Stallions it’s an essential part of the delivery system. Without an orgasm we don’t ejaculate, and if we don’t ejaculate we don’t inject our seed into the mare. But it doesn’t seem to serve much of a purpose for females.”

“Hmmm, got a point. Got any ideas about why?” Mac asked. From the amused look in his eyes he knew Dusk was trying to make a point and was willing to play along.

Applejack let out a strangled snort as she tried to muffle a full on horse laugh.

Dusk could feel Bother shifting under him and saw her ears twist around to catch every word he said. It wasn’t as difficult to maintain his rhythmic motion as he would have thought. It seemed that his body was more than capable of performing simple basic rutting without any thought on his part. Which with what he knew of some stallions was a very good thing. Sure that he had Bother’s total attention he expounded further on his just made up thesis.

“Well understand this is just a guess, but I think it’s logical. Arousal and orgasm are an essential drive to make sure a species propagate and continue. But, it also can act as a selection mechanism to determine which ponies, or other creatures, pass on their lineage. For instance a large penis and a high sexual drive likely ensures that a male who is so gifted will have more offspring than his competitors who are not so gifted.”

Dusk had to bite his tongue to get the next line out. “Now females, who often in nature don’t have control over who their sexual partners are, had to develop some characteristic that makes it more likely they will be bred than other females. I think that is where the female orgasm comes in. Now, like I said, my experience is limited, and I may be biased because I used to be female, so I need your input, Big Mac. Do you find the experience more enjoyable when a female has a powerful orgasm with you deep inside her?”

‘Eeyup!” Mac said enthusiastically. Of course that might have had something to do with the fact that he was encouraging Rarity, via the hand holding her horn, to bob her head up and down at an increased pace. The gurk, gluck, gurk, gluck, sounds were becoming very loud and Rarity had given up using her mane to stroke Mac’s balls. The silky mass was pooled in his lap while she used one hand on Mac’s thigh to stabilize her body and the the other was between her legs stroking her sex frantically. Dusk was amazed to see that Rarity had actually managed to swallow enough of Mac’s cock that her lips were wrapped around his median ring. Even taking into account the fact that she’d likely had help from Mac’s magic it was an impressive, and stimulating, display.

Getting back to his dissertation, Dusk continued. “So, it would seem reasonable to assume that a female who experiences powerful orgasms would be more attractive as a sexual partner, increasing the odds that she would be successfully bred and pass on this talent. Does that seem logical to you, Big Mac?” Dusk asked in a gasping voice as he slipped almost his entire length in and out of Bother’s quivering sex. Internally he felt smug that he had managed to plant the idea in Bother’s head that a female experiencing an orgasm was to be desired because it gave her master pleasure, and also because it was perfectly natural.

For a moment, Big Mac didn’t seem to have heard Dusk’s question. It was no wonder. Rarity’s lips were wrapped tightly around his median ring. The way her neck was bent in order to accommodate Mac’s huge cock could not have been comfortable. Despite that, the unicorn paused, as if posing to allow Big Mac to fully appreciate her accomplishment. Then, very slowly, Rarity pulled back from Big Mac’s groin, the spit slick shaft of his cock sliding gently out from between her lips. The bulge created by his shaft and flange in her slender throat glided upward. A deep controlled breath marked when Rarity’s airway became free and she was able to suck air into what must have been oxygen starved lungs. She pulled free of Big Mac’s cock and gave the dark wet head a long languid lick before opening her mouth and engulfing him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard on his member.

Rarity’s position between Big Mac’s legs, his cock in her mouth, might have had the appearance of a submissive mare servicing her master, but her every motion and action showed that she was in complete control of the situation. Until Big Mac showed that she wasn’t, and never had been.

“Eeyup,” Mac groaned deep in his throat in answer to Dusk’s last question. His hands took firm hold of Rarity’s head and held her in place with just the big flange of his cock inside her mouth. And just like that, with only the shifting of a few muscles, Big Mac’s body language shifted from that of a lust-dazed male to a master in total control of his female. His belly clenched into a steel-like six pack as he unloaded the contents of his balls down her throat. The unicorn swallowed frantically as the big stallion filled her mouth to overflowing. Sperm drooled out around Mac’s cock and down onto Rarity’s heaving breasts.

Mac held Rarity in place till she had swallowed down every available drop of cum. Only then did he allow the gasping unicorn to spit out his deflating cock. Rarity’s hands lifted to clean his seed from her face and breasts, but he captured her wrists in one large hand and pulled her up onto his lap. He held her there on full display, her face and chest smeared with the evidence of his release. His free hand slipped down between her legs and one of his thick fingers wormed their way into her engorged cunt. Rarity let out a gasp and the muscles in her thighs twitched as Mac stroked her tender flesh with his work-calloused fingers.

Dusk let out a slight grunt as Bother’s vagina clamped down around him and the little doe shuddered in pleasure.

“Oooooh, Master Mac is so masterly,” Bother gasped in pleasure and pride, her eyes riveted on her master as he stroked another mare toward sexual release.

Once again Dusk’s ego took a bruising. Clearly Big Mac was the much better stallion, at least in Brother’s eyes. She gained more pleasure from watching her master master a mare, than from having Dusk actually having intercourse with her. But, he could hardly blame her for that. Dusk had only been a stallion for a week, Mac had a whole lifetime to master the skill set.

Well, at least he’d managed to plant the notion that it was desirable for Bother to experience pleasure while copulating with a stallion.

“This slut is sorry, Master Mac,” Bother said in a very contrite tone, startling Dusk out of his self-congratulations.

“This slut thought Master Mac was playing a joke on this silly slut. Now this slut knows that Master Mac was telling the truth. Master Prince Dusk Shine really did use to be a slut just like Bother and the other sluts here.”

Bother twisted her head around so she was looking back at Dusk and gave him a look that could only be described as sorrowful. “This slut is so sorry for your misfortune, Master Prince Dusk Shine. It must be so difficult for you to find yourself a master with all the duties a master has rather than a happy carefree slut. But this slut is sure that eventually, Master Prince Dusk Shine will become a fine master who does not need to convince a slut that she can feel pleasure when he fucks her. This slut is sure that he will grow skilled enough that no slut will be able to help but feel the greatest pleasure when he uses her for his own needs. It will be hard, this slut knows, but this slut will be cheering for you, Master Prince Dusk Shine.” Bother’s gave a wide, crinkly-eyed, smile.

“Ah... thanks,” Dusk said, unable to come up with any other reply to Bother’s statement, and feeling incredibly foolish for his assumption that Bother thought feeling pleasure while servicing a male was wrong.

Feeling embarrassed, Dusk shifted his gaze away from Bother’s understanding and sympathetic expression and met Big Mac’s gaze, and while the stallion’s expression was as placid as ever, Dusk was sure he was being judged, and found wanting. Was he failing this test? If he couldn’t do a good job handling a willing and eager sex slave, how could Big Mac trust him to look out for Applejack’s needs?

As much as the thought of failing a test, and any test, threw Dusk Shine into a panic, It was the last bit that firmed up Dusk’s determination. He didn’t care if Big Mac found him lacking as a stallion; well, not much, But for Applejack’s sake he has to pass this test. He had to prove he was stallion enough to handle the strong-willed farm pony and keep her taint from once again running out of control.

Gripping Bother firmly around her narrow waist, he pulled his cock backward till the big spade-shaped flange dragged her vulva outward from her body, and then thrust forward hard. His patience in letting his earth magic work proved well worth the strain of waiting as his cock slid into Bother till his medial ring pushed her labia open and his cum swollen balls smacked against the top of her sex. Bother’s small body was jolted forward by the force of Dusk’s thrust and her thighs shoved hard against the hay wall, causing it to rock back and forth as Dusk drew back and repeated the motion.

Dusk let go of all his restraints. Following Bother’s advice, he stopped worrying about the little doe’s pleasure and focused solely on his own, trusting her to look out for her own release with no help from him. By now his earth magic had fully permeated Bother’s petite body and while her sex was still unbelievably snug, he could move the entire length of his cock freely in and out of her petite flexible body. He did so with great vigor, his breathing speeding up as his muscles consumed great quantities of oxygen to fuel his frantic rutting. For the first time this evening he allowed himself to simply enjoy the sensation of feeling a female’s warm wet flesh wrapped around his dick and the tactile joy of running his hands over her her body.

Hunching over Bother’s body, Dusk slid his hands under the doe’s torso and cupped her small breasts in his hands as he locked her in place in order to pound her harder and faster. The fact he had a very interested audience slipped from his mind; his world narrowed down to just him and the female he was taking his pleasure from. His balls slapped hard against Bother with every inward stroke, hard enough to be slightly painful, but he didn’t care. The urge to unload the heavy load they contained was the only thing that mattered. His thrusting grew more and more frantic as he felt the moment of release coming with the inevitability of a freight train. He made no effort to put on the brakes or delay his release, but simply gave a loud gasp as it overtook him and he felt the incredible relief as he released into Bother’s spasming cunt.

Dusk was barely even aware that Bother, well-skilled in controlling her own body and pleasure, was experiencing an orgasm as he pumped a huge load of cum straight into her womb, flooding the interior of her body with his seed till he felt the hydraulic pressure trying to force him out of her body. He growled deep in his throat and forced himself deep into Bother, clutching her tight as his ass clenched tightly and his prostrate ached from the force of his release. The horny alicorn lost all sense of time, seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as his cock pulsed inside it’s silken glove of warm flesh. Every muscle in his body seemed to strain from the task of making sure that not a single sperm got left behind.

With one last loud exhalation, Dusk collapsed on top of the small doe, pressing her deep into the hay under her body, his hands cradling her torso as he soaked his deflating cock inside her twitching twat. His heavy panting merged with her heavy breathing. “Master Prince Dusk Shine learns fast,” Bother gasped.

Bother’s remark drew a few, not really muffled, laughs from the observers that Dusk had driven from his awareness. He flushed a bit at the thought of what he must look like, at how he must have looked rutting like an animal, but he also felt a glowing pride and a sense of accomplishment. And if a little voice in the back of his mind was saying thirty seconds was nothing to be proud of, he fairly easily ignored it.

“Thank you, Bother. Sometimes I can. And, you can call me Dusk Shine, or, better, just Dusk.”

“As you wish, Master Dusk,” Bother replied.

“That’s not---” Dusk started to say, but a loud cough from Big Mac drew his attention and the expression on the big stallion’s face clearly told Dusk to take what he could get. It was also impossible not to notice how Rarity was now slumped in Big Mac’s arms, her eyes rolled back in her head as her body quivered with the aftershocks of what must have been a powerful orgasm. Big Mac still had one thick finger inside her vagina and his thumb was stroking her clit, drawing further shudders of release from her. Dusk indulged in a little self-aggrandizing and allowed himself to imagine that Rarity’s pleasure had, at least in part, been fueled by watching him service the little doe.

Dusk reluctantly lifted himself up off of Bother, fighting the urge to close his eyes and simply relax as he pulled his semi-erect cock out of Bother’s well-stretched little cunt. His sperm flowed out of her body sluggishly as her distended opening slowly closed up in the wake of his withdrawal. An idle part of Dusk’s brain took note of the advantages of hay, considering how much time lately doing laundry.

Normally Spike took care of that chore, but Dusk was not about to inflict his sex-stained sheets on his little brother. That was sure to lead to a conversation he would just as soon put off... forever.

“Dang,” Applejack whispered from her position on the floor next to her brother, as she gazed at the handsome alicorn standing behind the well fucked form of Bother. She swallowed a mouthful of drool as she gazed at his large sex slimed cock hanging flaccid between his strong muscular thighs. “Ease off you idjit,” she told herself sternly in a soft voice intended for her ears only. “Bad enough you feel like a slut half the time without acting like one.”

It didn’t help. Applejack wanted that cock. It didn’t matter where. In her mouth, in her cunt, even in her ass. And she wanted it hard and rough, the harder, the better. She could not keep a small part of herself from wishing that Dusk really was the evil Prince Dusk Shine, and not just Applejack’s goofy book-loving nerd of a friend. And it wasn’t just the sex. How she’d love to turn a dark alicorn loose on those creeps in Caridoon.

The image in her mind of the bastard king’s reaction on coming face to face with a bad ass Dusk was a sweet picture indeed. He thought his magic made him better than any other pony? Dusk would tie him in knots, and not even work up a sweat.

But that was a foalish dream. Dusk was just Twilight in a stallion’s body. He might pretend, and boy, could he pretend; she shivered in memory of his actions. She could barely wait till their next session of make believe. But there was a big difference between playing a game, and actually living the lifestyle twenty four hours a day, every day, for who knew how long. There was no way a sweet pony like Dusk could pull it off for that long without giving the game away.

Applejack had it easy. She could simply be herself. The males in Caridoon would not think twice about a stubborn, reluctant mare, as long as the stallion that owned her made it obvious he was willing to keep her in line, anyway he had to. A few of those methods popped into her head, and caused her thighs to clench in reaction. Yep, no way Dusk would toss her over a table in a local bar and invite everyone there to try out her ass. Sure as shooting he’d do everything he could to protect her from other males in Caridoon, and from what she had seen that was not how it worked. While Bother confirmed that individual stallions could own private slaves, she had also been fairly clear that sharing your property was considered perfectly natural.

Big Mac eased Rarity off of his lap and onto her hooves and after steadying her when her legs threatened to fold up on her, strolled over to Dusk. The two stallions held a whispered conversation, with the occasional glance over at Applejack and Rarity.

Applejack’s ears swiveled toward the two, but she could not make out what they were talking about. She fought the urge to wander over and join in. If they’d wanted her to hear what they were saying they’d have asked her over, and her pride wouldn’t allow her to just butt in.

Needless to say Pinkie Pie had no such reservations and bounced over to see what was going on. “That sounds fabulous. Hey Applejack, guess what?” Whatever else she might have said was muffled when Big Mac clamped a hand around her muzzle, and Dusk whispered something into her ear. Pinkie Pie gave a nod and mimed a Pinkie Pie promise. Only when she’d shoved a hand into her eye did Big Mac release his grip on her.

Big Mac gave Twilight a nod and strolled back over to where Applejack was still kneeling, and said to Dusk, in a casual, let's get down to business way, “Well, I reckon the only thing left, if’n you’re happy with how well Applejack handled, is to do a little pony trading. I’m going to warn you. I ain’t going to let her go cheap.”

“Say what now?” Applejack said in surprise, her belly twisting in anticipation as she glanced toward her brother, and his spit shined cock that was only inches away from her muzzle . “I thought we were all done with that idjit game. For today.” She could not help but add while licking her lips in a reflex move. She was still a bit sore from before, but the thought of being double teamed by her brother and Dusk again was too tempting to reject out of hoof.

“Ahhh. Well, it’s like this, you see,” Dusk stammered.

“You’re too honest,” Big Mac broke into Dusk’s explanation. “And we got to think of the farm.”

“If you think that makes a lick of sense, Big Mac, you’ve been sneaking locoweed behind my back,” Applejack said as she rose up onto her hooves and faced both stallions with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly spread. Her cheeks flushed slightly when she felt some of Dusk’s sperm drool out of her still aching cunt, but she maintained her defiant stance.

“We reckon the only way y’all be able to pass as a slave in Caridoon is if it were really true. You ain’t all that good at pretending, Applejack,” Big Mac said bluntly. “So I’m going to sell you to Prince Dusk here, and he’s going to be your real master between now and when you finish up your business in Caridoon and you don’t need to be a slave no more.”

“And the money from the sale will let you hire help so Granny Smith can run the farm while you and Big Mac are away,” Dusk interjected.

“We ain’t taking your charity, Twilight,” Applejack snapped back reflexively, her anger causing her to revert to referring to Dusk as Twilight.

“That’s Dusk, please Applejack. I can’t do what I need to do as Twilight. And we knew you’d feel that way. Which is why I’ll be buying you for real, according to Caridoon law. I won’t be pretending to be your master, I really will own you.”

Applejack could not stop the warm heat that caught fire between her legs at that idea, but she could sure as shooting throw a bucket of water over her brother and Dusk’s scheme. “Well ain’t y’all clever. Only you gone done and forgot one thing. There all is a bit more to being a mare’s master than just words on a bit of paper.”

Dusk visibly swallowed as his face darkened in embarrassment. “I know. I’m prepared to learn how to be that sort of master. Starting with buying you from Big Mac for enough money to keep your farm running while the three of us shut down the threat from Caridoon.”

Dusk tried, and failed, to leer suggestively at Applejack. “It won’t be charity, you’ll earn every bit.”

“Just us three?” Applejack could not help asking, looking at Rarity and Pinkie Pie.

“Bother will be coming, but only as a native guide. There should be no need for Pinkie Pie and Rarity.”

“Now, Dusk dear, we said we’d discuss this,” Rarity interjected.

“We did discuss it. We all agreed that under no circumstances would we mention this to situation to Fluttershy. If she does not come then we don’t have the full complement needed to use our combined powers. If that’s the case there is no need to include you and Pinkie Pie,” Dusk said in a determined tone.

“As I said, we’ll discuss it,” Rarity said in a calm tone, her attitude said as clear as day that no matter what Dusk might have to say on the matter, she at least was coming along.

“Not very masterly, Prince Dusk,” Applejack said sarcastically.

“I don’t own Rarity. But in a few minutes I will own your fine ass,” Dusk retorted, drawing himself up and glowering down at Applejack. The effect was spoiled somewhat by the obvious embarrassment Dusk felt at making such a cheesy speech.

His behavior only convinced Applejack that there was no way he’d be able to cut it in Caridoon. That didn’t stop her from experiencing a tingle of arousal at the whole concept of really being Dusk’s property. She found her resolve weakening. After all, there wasn’t even a gateway to Caridoon at the moment. There might never be, at least not in time for her to be able to participate. But Dusk was an alicorn. He’d still be young and healthy even if it took a hundred years to create a gate. But when it did, he’d need the skills to pass as a native long enough to save Princess Celestia’s other half. It could be that the only contribution that Applejack could make in that case was to help Dusk learn those skills. And maybe the only way do that was to become his for real slave, to abuse and ravage as the urge took him. The warm pool of tension in her belly migrated south and she had to resist the urge to clench her thighs to encourage her growing arousal. In a last ditch attempt to do the right thing, she growled out, “Seems I remember me telling you that there weren’t no way I was letting you go into Caridoon, Twilight,”

“And it seems to me that you’re unclear on the concept of slave and master, Applejack,” Dusk replied. “Unless you want to go Sugar Free.”

Before Applejack could retort, or for that matter even parse Twilight’s statement, her brother took action. “I got a farm to run. Let's git this taken care of so I can git to it,” Big Mac rumbled as he took hold of Applejack’s wrist and yanked her toward the middle of the barn. Hard enough to make her stumble.

“Hold on, what the hay,” Applejack protested, digging her hooves into the plank flooring of the barn. The only result of her resistance was two splintered gouges in the floor as Big Mac dragged her along in his wake. She tried to use her free hand to pry his fingers off of her wrist, but they might as well have been made of iron for all the effect she had on his grip.

Reaching the middle of the barn, Big Mac grabbed one of the ropes that hung from the rafters and looped it around Applejack’s wrist. When she tried to pull it off, he secured it around her other wrist as well. Seemingly on its own the rope pulled upward, but Applejack could make out Dusk’s aura as he used his magic to pull the rope, dragging Applejack upward till only the tips of her hooves touched the floor. She twisted from side to side, as Dusk walked up beside her brother and both stallions examined her like shoppers in the produce section examining the melons for blemishes and evaluating their ripeness. Applejack’s own, already sizable, melons swelled even larger in reaction to their behavior, her nipples stiffening into hard little nubs the size of the tip of her thumb.

Only as she hung there fully exposed to the two stallions’ eyes did Applejack realize what Dusk had meant he’d said she could go Sugar Free if she wanted. Those were the safe words that would have ended the original encounter with the evil Prince Dusk Shine. Dusk had been telling her that they would still work. She could end this situation, this whole scheme, by simply using those safe words. That left the whole thing up to her. Did she allow this to continue? She knew if she did her pride would never allow her to back down afterwards. Even if it was illegal as all heck in Equestria, she’d really and truly be a sex slave.

No, she’d be Prince Dusk Shine’s sex slave, Applejack corrected herself. Big difference, and a very important one. There could not be both a Dusk Shine and a Twilight Sparkle. She needed a constant source of strong earth pony sex magic, and if Dusk was to provide it he would have to stay a stallion for good. In the end it didn’t matter what Applejack wanted for herself. There was no way should could allow Twilight to give up her maredom. As Applejack came to this conclusion, Dusk’s horn suddenly glowed, but she could not make out what he had done with his magic.

Applejack opened her mouth to say ‘Sugar Free’. but instead let out a startled squeal when Dusk yanked up her tail and jammed his hand between her legs, shoving a pair of fingers up inside her dripping sex in the process.

“Time’s up. Applejack,” Dusk said in a voice that was thick with lust. Addressing Big Mac, he commented, “You gotta love a mare whose motor starts so easily,”

“Eeyup. Just like Bother. Giver a look and she’s ready to go. Don’t matter where or how.”

“On the other hand, she’s a stubborn little slut who thinks she has the right to make decisions about what’s best for other ponies, no matter what it costs her. Almost like she thinks her love for them is more important than their love for her.”

Applejack’s attempted protest against this accusation was cut off as her own brother clamped his big hand around her muzzle and silenced any remark she might make. “Eeyup. But ain’t it more fun for a stallion to teach her he can make up his mind his own self?”

Applejack writhed as Dusk slowly curled a pair of fingers in and out of her cunt, while letting loose muffled curses at the two stallions for silencing her. So much for her being allowed to call the whole thing off. But, in all honesty, she’d been given lots of time to stop this. How long could she expect two horny stallions to stand around waiting for her to make up her mind? She had delayed, and now was going to pay the price for that. Instead of dismay at that idea she found her arousal growing, and from a lot more than the feel of Dusk’s fingers inside her body. This was just too much like one of her day-dreams. The ones where her Big Brother ignored all protests and pinned her down while taking his pleasure from her. Just as in those dreams she found found her current situation incredibly freeing, in a mental way. It was as if finding her body helpless allowed her mind to accept that this was what she really wanted. Plus, it was pretty hard to think she was forcing Dusk into a distasteful position when her friend’s male side was finger fucking her with such obvious enthusiasm.

As if he was reading her mind, Dusk told Big Mac, “The mistake we made was letting her think she had a choice. You saw how she hemmed and hawed and couldn’t make up her mind. Clearly she needs somepony to take control of her for her own good.”

“Eeyup, giving her a choice when it comes to doing something for herself is plum foolish. She’s the same about going to the doctor for herself. Got to darn near hog tie her.” Big Mac agreed as the hand that was not wrapped around her muzzle fondled her swollen breasts.

Thinking only of increasing the feel of her brother’s hand on her hot flesh, Applejack arched her back and thrust her chest toward him, which disturbed her precarious balance. Fortunately, or not, depending on how you looked at it, Dusk’s hand between her legs supported her weight till she could get her hooves back under her. She came within an inch of experiencing an orgasm from the sheer stimulation of having almost all her weight focused on the sensitive flesh between her legs.

“She sure was right about enjoying being restrained. She almost broke one of my fingers she clamped down so hard,” Dusk commented in a throaty voice. He dragged his hand out from between her legs and she whimpered as she felt his fingers pulling free of her body. Her snatch was not empty for very long. Dusk’s hands took firm hold her her hips and she let out a loud grunt into her brother’s hand as Dusk jammed his cock deep into her body. This time she did reach an orgasm. Dusk’s cock seemed the perfect size, the thickness stretched her right to the edge of pain, but not enough to decrease the pleasure. Meanwhile his length reached all the places she needed to be touched. She clenched down tightly around him and was sure she could feel every vein and bump as he shifted inside her.

“So, what do are you thinking a fine tight slut like this is worth?” Dusk asked from between tightly clenched teeth.

“Well, a hired-hand would run me around two, three, thousand bits a year.”

Despite the feel of Dusk moving inside her, Applejack wanted to protest that it would take at least two, or more, ponies to replace her.

“I’m not interested in renting her,” Dusk growled as he held Applejack’s hips firmly in place as he dragged his cock out of her snug vessel before jamming it back in with a hard thrust. “What’s your asking price for a full ownership? And don’t forget to take into account that you’re not going to have ready access to her sweet mouth and cunt once I take her to my castle. I won’t have you calling me a cheat once you figure that out.”

“Was sort of figuring you’d be willing to share now and then,” Big Mac admitted, while continuing to fondle his sister’s large breasts which were bouncing from the force of Dusk’s hard shafting.

“Possible, possible. Bother is a nice cock warmer, I wouldn’t mind sharing if it goes both ways. Or maybe I’ll throw Rarity in as part of the price. You seemed to enjoy fucking unicorn twat.”

Of to the side Applejack made out a soft gasp, and didn’t have to guess who it had come from. The fact that Rarity restricted herself to just that one expression said rather a lot.

“Eeyup. All the time she’s waved her tail under my nose, was a pure pleasure to finally sample some of that fine Unicorn cunt. Bother likes her as well. Thinks she’s a fine slut and I oughta stick my collar on her before some other stallions does it.”

This time the noise from the peanut gallery was more a muffled squee of delight. Applejack could very easily imagine Rarity clamping her hands over her mouth unless she uttered an unladylike expression. Considering where her mouth had most recently been, Applejack was thinking that the high class ladyship had already sailed.

Applejack let out a loud grunt as Dusk finally loosened her up enough to sink his full length into her with one last hard shove that lifted her hooves right off the floor for a moment.

“For now, I think we’ll stick to just a simple cash transaction. We have to take into account her replacement cost, but like I said, there are the intangibles. For instance. I’m going to be the first stallion to tap her fine ass, that’s worth a chest full of bits right there,” Dusk panted as he twisted his hips and stirred his dick inside Applejack.

“Eeyup. Got to admit, sort of sorry to miss my chance at that.”

The image that comment caused pushed Applejack over the edge and into yet another body shattering orgasm. If she hadn’t been strung up by her wrists, and had a cock shoved all the way past her belly button, she’d have fallen to her knees. And likely would have instantly tried to swallow Big Mac’s cock.

“So, I’m thinking a nice round number. One hundred thousand bits?” Dusk could not quite repress the nervous swallow he made when he threw that number out there.

Big Mac hissed in surprise as he drew in his breath through his teeth. Applejack’s comment was lurid and graphic, and along the lines that Dusk was a pure plum idiot who shouldn't be allowed out his castle without a keeper. All the two stallions heard was an assortment of muffled yells, that were further garbled by her vocal expressions in reaction to Dusk’s cock shuttling smoothly in and out of her belly.

“That...seems a bit high?” Big Mac at last said.

“She’s worth it,” Dusk said simply as he paused his thrusting and hugged Applejack back against his body. “If my discretionary budget allowed for more, I’d go a lot higher.”

Applejack had been fighting Dusk’s embrace, but those words stunned her into immobility. She’s always said she wasn’t impressed by money, but for Dusk, who as Twilight, pinched every bit she received as part of her princess allowance till it squealed, to offer so much for a slave that he had no legal right to, and who as a result could never truly belong to him, stirred feelings inside that had nothing to do with lust or the feeling of his big cock soaking in her honey pot.

“Eenope. You still got to feed her after you buy her. Applejack has a right healthy appetite. You’d better keep some back to make sure she’s got the energy to keep you happy.” Big Mac shifted his leg slightly so Applejack’s hoof thudded against his heavily muscled thigh. Fortunately her effort at sibling discipline caused Applejack to fall backwards and impale herself so deeply on Dusk’s prick that the big flange spread open her cervix. The sudden shock of feeling his so deep inside her took a lot of the force out her kick. Big Mac still winced at the blow and quickly said, “How about ten thousand?”

“No way. Applejack is worth far more than that,” Dusk gasped as he held Applejack so tightly she couldn’t move an inch. Inside her cunt she could feel his racing pulse through the medium of his throbbing cockhead being pressed against her inner core. “Ninety thousand and not a bit less.”

“Eenope. Truth is that Applejack ain’t a natural slave like my little Bother. She’s stubborn and contrary. Not first rate slave material at all. How about twenty thousand?”

“But that just means I’ll have all the fun of breaking her in. I don’t mind a bit of hard work as long as I get to go soft inside her tight ass, bwa ha, ha,” Dusk chortled fiendishly, drawing a loud, “oooh, scary,” from a certain pink pony lurking on the sidelines. “Eighty thousand.”

Don’t these two idiots know how proper horse trading works? Applejack fumed to herself, her only option considering her big brother still had his hand clamped around her muzzle, and she didn’t dare try any more kicks. She was half afraid, half thrilled, at the idea Dusk might push even further into her than he already was. She wasn’t sure there was any more there, there, for him to fit into.

“It would be a plum sin for me to take advantage of royalty,” Big Mac said with a shake of his head. “I love Applejack, but she’s just a common farm pony. You can find mares like her on every street corner in Canterlot. And with more talented cunts. Why don’t we say forty thousand and call it good?” He winked at Applejack who was glaring murder at him over top of his muffling hand.

Dusk reached around Applejack and cupped her breasts with his hands. “There is nothing common about these beauties. A simple spell and I’ll never have to buy milk again. That makes her worth at least sixty thousand.”

Applejack shuddered as Dusk manipulated her erect nipples. Why did milking always come up when they talked about her tits? Okay, she had to admit, that was a stupid question. She’d had more than a few dreams that centered around being milked her ownself. Dusk tugged on her hard nubs and an electric thrill ran straight from her breast to her well filled sex.

“Eenope. Granny would whip my hide good if I done took advantage of a fine stallion like you and ruined Applejack’s chances at landing a good master. Fifty thousand and that’s my final offer.”

“I’m sorry, Applejack,” Dusk groaned as he drew back his cock from her slippery channel and wrapped his arms around her torso. With one arm below her breasts and the other around her belly, he yanked her back against him hard. “I can’t bear to bargain any more. I’m going to have to give in and only pay fifty thousand for you.”

Dusk’s wings, already stretched out in a major wingboner, fluttered and both Applejack and Dusk groaned as their hooves lifted off the barn floor. Applejack was mostly supported by Dusk’s arms, but that still left a sizable percentage of her weight supported by the cock that was buried all the way to the balls in her twitching cunt. The ropes that were wrapped around her wrists came loose as the pressure caused by her weight was removed from the tangle.

“I wish I could soar up into the clouds with you like this,” Dusk said huskily into Applejack’s ear, his hot breath setting it to twitching. Applejack barely had time to imagine that experience when Dusk’s arms clenched around her and she felt him swell inside her already stretched twat. The by now very familiar feeling of a stallion releasing himself inside her was enough to send her into her own orgasmic release. The two ponies shuddered in mutual climax, Applejack’s legs kicking wildly as her body spasmed. The hot flow of Dusk’s semen pumped straight into Applejack’s womb, which was already well filled from his earlier ejaculations. With his cock blocking the only exit the huge flow from his balls, super-charged with alicorn virility, created a sensation of pressure in her belly.

Applejack hands caressed her stomach and she felt an erotic thrill as she discovered that it really was slightly swollen from the sheer bulk of spunk Dusk was injecting into her. It was an incredible example of what earth pony magic as used by an alicorn could accomplish, and seeing as how this was Dusk’s third load in an hour, it boded well for his future ability to keep her taint at bay. The truth was, however, that her taint and Caridoon were currently the furthest thing from Applejack’s mind. Her entire world was centered around the thick shaft filling her pussy, and the feel of Dusk’s hot body against her back as he supported her in mid-air and had his way with her. She was totally in his power and there was no escaping him. The pretend papers might not have been signed, and it had no legal binding, but at that moment Applejack became Dusk’s willing slave, and the orgasm that accompanied that mental acceptance had her eyes rolling back in her head as all rational thought fled and her mind was flooded with what seemed an unending flow of pleasure that fried her synapses.

The last thing Applejack saw as blackness fogged her vision was Pinkie Pie shoving Big Mac onto a pile of hay and impaling herself on his erection. It seemed Pinkie had gotten tired of everypony except her getting to play.

Applejack was trembling like a filly on Hearth’s Warming morning as she knelt on the barn floor watching her brother hand Dusk Shine the magical slave collar Big Mac had taken off of her after her return from Caridoon. She looked up at Dusk’s face as he placed the symbol of her new status around her throat and clicked it shut. She felt like her heart would burst at the raw unrestrained affection and love she saw in his eyes. Maybe it wasn’t the sort of relationship most ponies of Equestria would find acceptable, but there was no place or time Applejack would rather be than right here, right now. They might use terms like master and slave, but those were just words. Unlike the collar around her neck, and any other restraints Dusk might choose to place on her, the real shackles she now wore were the ones around her heart. Those would take far more than a key to unlock, and she knew with a certainty from the look in his eyes that Dusk was wearing a set just as strong around his heart. She might belong to him, but in equal measure he belonged to her, and outside of apple blossom time, and apple harvest time, and apple preserving time, she could not remember ever being happier.

Author's Notes:

and at last the chapter that would not end is finished.

Hope it was worth it.

Starting next chapter, the return of Flutterbat? Maybe.

With Gilda and Rainbow Dash in tow. Or is it the other way around?

Still wondering which is preferred, the male or female POV?

Any big desire to see Twilight experience some action as a mare? Can see where Dusk might decide that to do a good job as a stallion, he should at least make an attempt to learn how it feels from the other side.