This story contains spoilers for Applejacked. I’m going to try and give enough details so the readers can understand the situation and won’t have to read Applejacked, which is a dark story as opposed to this one which is a comedy, if they don’t wish to. If you have no problem with the sort of content in Applejacked however, I recommend you read it first.

It had been a busy and eventful two weeks for Applejack. She would have just as soon the majority of it had never happened. It had started out fine enough. She and her big brother had come to Canterlot so Applejack could make some contacts with potential bulk customers for Sweet Apple Acres produce, and to get Big Mac off the farm for a few days. That part of it had gone well enough she’d gotten a few contracts signed and Big Mac had hooked up with an old friend and gone sightseeing. The only negative for Applejack had been having to put up with more than a few purchasing agents who seemed to feel that her plot was part of the package being offered.

She had handled those slimy perverts easily enough. When you were built like she was, you pretty quickly learned how to deal with their sorts. And if they were dumb enough to spend more time looking at her barely covered tits than at the contracts they were signing, that was fine by her.

Not that there was anything underhanded in the contract. She wasn’t like the Flim Flam brothers. But that didn’t mean she didn’t start out asking for more than she was prepared to take. That was just smart horse trading. And she wasn’t above using her assets to her advantage if the idjits were dumb enough to let them distract them from business.

Applejack had always found it a bit amusing how hung up City folks were on wearing clothing, and as a result how they reacted to a little honest skin. Country folk tended to take a lot more relaxed attitude toward covering up when the weather was fine. Mind you, she had noticed that country stallions also tended to stare more at her tits then at her face when she was wearing a partly buttoned up shirt. She guessed it was just a stallion thing. They were always more interested in what was hidden than what was right in front of their eyes.

Unfortunately, things had gone seriously downhill from that point on. While staying at the palace as Princess Celestia and Princess Luna’s guest, Applejack had crossed paths with an envoy from a strange hidden country nopony had ever heard of before, called Caridoon. The rat-bastard, Lord Rasmus, had made the perverts Applejack had been dealing with look like choir ponies.

In his land females were property. Or, not to put too fine a point on it, out and out sex slaves. He’d even had the nerve to bring his own personal slave with him on his visit. A little white-tailed doe that didn’t even have a name, or at least none Applejack had ever heard him use. She was just ‘a slut’ to the smarmy bastard. Applejack had made no secret as to her feelings about him and his kind.

He’d taken offense at her attitude and had kidnapped her using magic. She’d ended up in his country, while the little slave had been left behind in Equestria. There had only been room for two in the spell.

Applejack curled her fingers into fists, digging her blunt hard nails into the palm of her hands as she remembered what Rasmus and his father, King Duneyrr, had done to her while she’d been their captive. The way they had turned her into a victim. A damsel in distress. Somepony who had to be rescued by outside forces because she was too weak to rescue her own self. And that had been the whole point. It turned out it had never been about her at all. She’d just been bait to lure Princess Celestia into a trap. And it had almost worked, or maybe more properly it had half-worked. The princess had reached out with her magic and snatched Applejack out of, as Rarity would put it, durance most vile, but in doing so she left herself open and the unicorn king had stolen her Alicorn magic from her.

Princess Luna had assured her that while the cowardly Duneyrr may had stolen Princess Celestia’s magic thanks to his trickery, he could not use it, and eventually they would be able to recover it.

That did not change the facts of the matter as far as Applejack was concerned. Because of her, Princess Celestia now had the physical appearance, and apparently the mind, of a plain old teen-age earth pony mare, which left Princess Luna as the primary ruler of Equestria. It made Applejack want to rage and scream. To smash something. Most of all it left her with a burning need to make recompense. To go back to that evil country and rip Princess Celestia’s magic away from King Duneyrr. Most of all she wanted to buck him and his slimy son right in their baby-juice factories. She wanted to wipe the memory of their smug looks out of her mind so badly it was painful.

Princess Luna’s plans did not call for a full frontal bucking, however. It was the princess’s intention to craft a magical portal to the land of Caridoon. Once that was done she would slowly infiltrate it with carefully selected ponies who would blend in with the populace and learn all they could about the land while setting up supply lines and communications in preparation for overthrowing the entire rotten apple cart. It was a far cry from the way Applejack was used to doing thing. Her and her friends were far more accustomed to rushing in and stomping out brush fires that threatened Equestria before going back to their regular lives. This was going to require a lifetime commitment by the ponies who volunteered for the task. Despite that, Applejack meant to be one of them.

The princess had promised Applejack that when the time came to infiltrate Caridoon she would be one of the ponies doing it. She looked forward to having a chance at some serious payback, even if it meant she’d have to pose as a slave, the property of some stallion who’d be partnered with her, maybe for months or even years. She just hoped Princess Luna could find a stallion worthy of playing her master. Luna had made perfectly clear, before accepting Applejack’s offer, that she, and all the other infiltrators, would have to blend into the culture fully. And that meant she’d have to adopt the role of sex-slave, and whatever stallion was posing as her master would have to make use of her sexually, and not be nice about it while doing so in public.

It would be beyond humiliating to Applejack if her master was some stallion she could break in half if she squeezed him a little too hard between her legs. Having to kowtow to such a wimp would be hard, likely impossible. She knew herself well enough to know that with all the best intentions in the world she’d find it hard to play the role of a slave convincingly. Even if it was for a good cause, it was still lying, and she was lousy at that. What she really needed was an actual for real master. One who had the ability to control her whether she was willing or not. Far easier to play the role of a freshly enslaved slave who was still fighting against her collar than to try and pretend to be one of those poor brainwashed females in Caridoon who eagerly complied with any order from any male regardless of appearance of even species.

It was a bit disquieting to Applejack that the idea of being in the power of such a stallion turned her on something fierce. But it was a feeling she was going to have to become used to. She didn’t have any choice in the matter. And it had nothing to do with playing a role. Her heightened sexual awareness and near constant arousal when near stallions was a consequence of her stay in that evil and disgusting country. The magic of that land had altered her; permanently if Princess Luna was right. And if any pony should know it would be Princess Luna who had gone through a much more extreme version of Applejack’s ordeal twelve hundred years previously. It had left Luna with the same changed body chemistry Applejack now had, and not even the Elements of Harmony had been able to purge it when they had used it on Nightmare Moon. Scarily, it might even have been indirectly responsible for causing Luna to change into Nightmare Moon in the first place due to nearly two hundred years of near constant sexual frustration. Like Applejack, she had been left with a constant need for rough violent sex. Luna had fought it, resisted, and as a result, so she claimed, it had driven her insane in the end and started her down the road that led to the Nightmare.

Right now there were just three known females in Equestria who had that particular body chemistry. Luna, Applejack, and the slave Lord Rasmus had left behind when he had snatched Applejack, now named Bother.

For the rest of her life Applejack would be unable to stop her body from responding to the sexual advances of a stallion. It did not mean she had to give in to those advances. Like Princess Luna, she could deny it. At least she had that going for her. But as Princess Luna’s experience had proven there were limits to that. While she would not be forced by her own body to rut with any stallion who desired her, it would be very bad if she did not get rutted on a regular basis. Princess Luna had warned her that trying to live celibate, or even mostly chaste, would be detrimental to her mental health.

The Princess had been as blunt as any farm pony on the matter. She’d advised Applejack to find herself a nice big stud, or several, who Applejack could respect, if not love, to take the edge off the near constant need she would be suffering. Maybe that would have shocked some high strung city filly, but Applejack was a practical sort. If she needed to get her ashes hauled by a big hung stud on a regular basis who she had affection for. Well, gosh darn it all, she was prepared to make the sacrifice.

If she could only find such a rare creature in Ponyville. The only one that sprang to mind was her very own brother, and while daydreaming about how thoroughly he could wreck her was one thing, actually doing it was something else entirely. The sad thing was that she’d had a filly crush on her brother Big Mac for so long that no other stallion could hope to compete with the stud her imagination had turned him into. Even more so now that Big Mac’s formerly shy behavior seemed to be a thing of the past, to say the least. That is, if she were to go by what he was getting up to with the little slave, Bother, that Rasmus had left behind.

Lord, hadn’t that been a shock on top of all the other shocks she’d experienced. To discover that her shy, couldn’t look a mare in the eye, big brother had acquired his very own personal sex slave. And even more shocking, that he was making full use of the little slip of a doe in that capacity, as Applejack’s red eyes could testify. She’d barely gotten any sleep the last couple of nights, what with all the thumping and banging coming from Big Mac and Bother’s bedroom.

The two of them made rabbits look like those monks that lived up in the mountains and never saw hide nor tail of a mare from one year to another.

That was one reason Applejack was currently wandering the hallways of the Canterlot to Ponyville express. Princess Luna had loaned them the seldom-used royal pullpony for the trip. But large as the private car was, and no matter that it had two large private bedrooms at either end, separated by over forty feet of space, sharing it with Big Mac and Bother while suffering from her current difficulty was just too much to bear. The urge to burst into their bedroom and rape her own brother was way too tempting. And if Bother wanted to join in and shove that little muzzle of hers up between Applejack’s legs, well, the farm pony had learned some interesting things about herself in Caridoon and she wouldn’t say no to such a thing. Applejack had a feeling she’d put up with a heck of a lot now, as long as she got a long hard meat injection somewhere in the program.

Clearly she had to get out of the room before she embarrassed herself and shamed the whole Apple family in the bargain. The thought that there might be some lonely stud all by himself in one of the many train compartments didn’t hurt. Big Mac and Granny had been lecturing her on avoiding traveling salesponies all her life. Warning her that they were not to be trusted to be alone with an innocent farm mare. That they wouldn’t hesitate a moment to sweet talk her into doing something she shouldn’t be doing. Maybe it was time to find out if some of those stories were true?

The simple fact was that she needed to get laid. It didn’t do any good to say that it would happen eventually. That there were lots of stallions who would be only too eager to scratch her itch. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted it nowwwww!

Unfortunately it didn’t look like she was going to be getting any, at all. Every compartment she passed contained either family groups, or stodgy old business ponies who looked like they’d keel over from a heart attack if Applejack stimulated them too much. There were a few unaccompanied stallions in the passenger cars, along with twenty or so other ponies. Applejack might have been desperate, but she wasn’t that desperate, yet.

It almost made her miss Caridoon where the stallions had zero shame and thought nothing about sticking their wicks in the nearest handy slave in full view of everypony. If she’d been back there she would have already been fucked a half dozen times while walking from one end of the train to the other. Not that the barbaric place even had trains. As far as she had seen they didn’t even have flush toilets. The closest they came was a trough of running water underneath the crapper.

Applejack was just about resigned to returning to the royal carriage and stuffing cotton in her ears to drown out her brother and his doe friend. She could then retire to her room to try and relieve her itch with her fingers and some vivid imagination centering around Big Mac and the tack room back at the farm. Applejack had just turned in place to start the walk back when she spotted a flash of red and white out of the corner of her eye.

It took a moment to register and she had walked by the compartment in question before she stumbled and came to a stop. Turning around she looked back toward the open doorway, eyes wide in suspicion. Had she seen what she thought she’d seen?

“Why, dear brother I do believe that this is my hand. Three princesses beat two Princes.”

“But, dear brother, how is it you have a sun princess, when I have the self-same card here in my discard pile?”

“Why, I have no idea. I can only assume a manufacturing defect. I must remember to write a stern message to the company’s owner, chiding him on his poor quality control.”

“But, brother dear. Aren’t we the owners?”

“Why, my dear Flim. I do believe you are right. Remind me to dispatch a stern letter to myself at the first opportunity.”

“You may count on it my dear Flam.”

Applejack rolled her eyes at the interaction. “Yep, it’s them,” she muttered to herself. At the same time she experienced a hollow feeling in her gut. Despite her earlier grumbling she hadn’t really expected to find any stallions to scratch her itch. Wandering the train had more to do with her inability to sit still when just a thin wall separated her from Mac and Bother. The presence of the Flim Flam brothers changed all of that.

If there were two Equestrian unicorns more likely to take advantage of a poor lonely farm mare than those two, Applejack had never met them. They were the sort of salesponies Granny Smith had in mind when she’d told Applejack horror stories about naive virgins being seduced into the hay loft, and paying the price eleven months later when a little bundle of joy made its appearance with no daddy around to notice.

Applejack had not the least doubt in the world that if they felt they could get away with it the two scoundrel brothers would take advantage of her. Which left her with the question: Was she serious about getting her itch scratched? Or had she just been blowing smoke? It wasn’t like she hadn’t already lost her virginity. And compared to the unicorn king and his son, the brothers were way down on the scum scale. And they were sort of good looking; in an oily smarmy sort of way. They were neat and clean and seemed to bathe frequently, though she could wish they went a little lighter on the cologne. If all she was looking for was a good rutting she could do worse. Of course they were soft-living city folk. She couldn’t hardly expect much in the way of performance from either of them. But, well, there were two of them. Surely together they could equal one decent stallion. Or at least one moderately good one.

“Why, Miss Applejack. What a surprise to see you here.” Applejack’s heart gave a sudden jump at being addressed out of the blue. She jerked her head around to see Flim, or was it Flam, leaning out the door looking at her. A moment later his brother’s head joined his. Both of them were wearing cheerful looks and there was nothing in their demeanor to indicate that they had twice run afoul of Applejack and her friends and family and come out the poorer for the deal.

“Are you returning from Canterlot with your friends after another thrilling adventure?”

“Yes indeed, do tell us all about it.”

“Nothing to tell. My friends are all back in Ponyville. I was just up to Canterlot on business.”

“Ah, I see. Well, it was most welcome seeing a friendly face. The road can be lonely when one is by themselves. Possibly we will see you at a later date?” Without waiting for an answer, the two brother’s began to withdraw into their compartment.

“Wait,” Applejack called out, and then found herself at a loss for words when the two stallions paused and directed their attention at her, waiting for her to say something more.

Scrambling for something to say, and a bit confused by the brothers’ rather genial behavior, Applejack blurted out. “My friend, Twilight Sparkle? The Alicorn? The new Princess? Well of course you knew that. How many Twilight Sparkles could there be. Well, anyway, she’s now the Princess of Friendship. And I thought, maybe, we all should think about burying the hatchet. No reason why we can’t be friends.”

The brothers twisted their heads so they were looking at each other, and then back to look at Applejack. “Indeed,” Flam said.

“Indeed yes. No reason at all,” Flim chimed in.

“Would you care to share our compartment?”

“Maybe join us in a friendly game of cards.”

“With only the smallest of wagers.”

“Just to make it interesting.”

“Nothing like a little wagering to let ponies get to know each other.”

Applejack blinked at the rapid patter coming her way. One thing was clear however, the two brothers hadn’t wasted any time in scheming against her. Clearly they meant to use the so called friendly card game to take advantage of her. Well, too bad for them. There was no way they could take advantage of her when she was trying to take advantage of them to get them to take advantage of her. Or something like that.

“Sure, why not. I ain’t got nothing better to do till we git to Ponyville,” Applejack replied.

For the first time since they had greeted her she detected a hint of uncertainty in the brothers’ expression. That was good. Keep them guessing.

Still, she would have felt a bit better about the situation if they hadn’t met her eyes for the entire conversation. Not once had those orbs swiveled down so they could check out the way her large breasts strained at the thin flannel of her shirt, or how the missing two top buttons she hadn’t gotten around to replacing left a goodly portion of those self same breasts bare. She was showing enough cleavage to hide a good sized apple, or four, and the brothers seemed oblivious to it. That was not something Applejack was used to.

Maybe they were gay?

Flim waved Applejack into the room as he and his brother stepped aside. As she walked past them she glanced at the widow. She had just intended to see if she could tell where they were, and how far it was to Ponyville. But the window offered enough of a reflection to show both brothers admiring her backside with expressions of honest lust on their faces.

Okay, so not gay, Applejack thought smugly, giving her rump a little extra wiggle and lifting her tail slightly as she swished it in counterpart to the rocking of her hips.

Those catwalk lessons from Rarity are really paying off, Applejack thought as she watched both brothers reach down to adjust themselves.

Applejack’s attention shifted from the window’s reflection as she noticed the small traveling salespony stand that sat on spindly legs between the compartment’s two bench seats. The lid was down allowing it to be used as a table. On top of it was a set of playing cards. What caught her eyes were instead of the usual generic Princesses that were on the usual decks, these featured Princess Celestia, Luna, Cadence, and Twilight. She could also see cards with pictures of Discord, Sombra, and, what the hey, that was her on one of the cards, all dressed up in skimpy armor and swinging a large club.

Applejack was so focused on the deck of cards she missed the look that passed between the brothers. An expression of puzzlement and doubt that was at odds with their usual attitude of total confidence. Flim quirked an eyebrow at his brother, and got a shoulder shrug in return. Flam clearly had no more idea of what was going on than his brother.

Both twins took a quick glance at Applejack’s firm bottom as it stretched the seat of her jeans when she bent over to examine her image on the card deck. The thin well-worn fabric conformed perfectly to her body, and the outline of her sex was distinct and obvious under her upraised tail. Once again both brothers shared a look. Flam made a small gesture in their secret hand signs that meant, “let’s see where this goes.” Flim took another look at Applejack, and nodded in agreement.

Oblivious to the interaction behind her Applejack was examining the image of herself. It was actually sort of respectful, though she’d never in her life dressed up in a suit of armor like the one she was wearing in the picture. If she’d been told the brothers had created something like this she would have expected something lurid, at the best nudes, at the worst her and the rest of the females on the cards engaging in some sort of perverted acts. She felt a twinge of guilt. She shouldn’t be letting her recent experience change her perceptions. The brother’s were scoundrels, but she had no reason to think they were that sort of scoundrel. She thought about that for a moment, and realized she was rather hoping they were that sort. Otherwise this was not going to go the way she wanted it to go.

“What do you think?” Flam asked. “We’ve just finished finalizing the product. Every household in Equestria is going to want a deck of, Villains and Heroes of Equestria, the card game.”

Well, that explained why some of the cards had images of Sombra, Chrysalis, and even Trixie. Though she was getting the feeling that what the brothers meant when they said, ‘card game’ was not the same thing she thought. “Well, I’m more a cribbage sort of gal, but I’m game. How do you play?” she asked.

“I knew y’all weren’t to be trusted,” Applejack snarled as she struggled against Flim and Flam’s magic field. The brothers had drawn the blinds on the compartment, right before picking her up off the floor with their magic and forcing her arms around behind her back. Now as she glared at him Flam stepped in front of her and traced the outline of her breasts with his hands.

“Very nice. You’re a very healthy girl, Miss Applejack. Must be all that farm fresh food you eat.”

“You’ll never get away with this,” Applejack retorted.

“Won’t we?” Flim asked in surprise.

“Really?” Flam said with a raised eyebrow. “And when the constabulary are called in, and asks you if it is true you walked into our room with every intention of playing the whorse, what will you tell him? Will you tell him, Miss Element of Honesty, that you had no intention of having sex with us?”

Applejack gritted her teeth and glared at the brothers.

“That’s what I thought,” Flam said cheerfully. “And that leaves only one other question. “Heads,” He slipped a finger into her cleavage and drew it down, popping the buttons on her shirt and causing her breasts to spill out, “or tails?” She felt their magic grip the back of her pants and tug them down around her thighs.

“Heads or tails... Miss Applejack? Did you hear me?”

“Huh, what?” Applejack blinked her eyes as she emerged from her daydream to see the twins staring at her from the other side of the small table. She felt a little guilty about blanking them out, but they had dropped into their salespony patter and had been going on for the last ten minutes about the wonders of their silly little card game. “Sorry. It’s been a long day. What was it y’all were saying?”

Flam looked a bit put out, but he sighed and continued, “I was saying we are having trouble with the manufacturer and have not gotten the special dice for the game yet. So for now we’re falling back on a sequence of simple coin flips to determine levels of success for actions taken.”

“Wait? Coin flips? I thought this was cards?”

“It’s a card game. But it also can be modified by rolls of the dice, or in this case, a coin toss. Take Discord for instance.”

“No thanks, y’all can keep him.”

“Ha, ha. As always your sense of humor is hilarious,” Flim said with good cheer that sounded a bit flat to someone used to Pinkie’s unrestrained laughter.

“Discord is so powerful that you would think that anyone with him in their hand is certain of a win. But there are modifiers like this,” Flam said, holding up a card that had no picture at all, just a silvery sheen.

“What in tarnation is that?” Applejack asked, more because she knew they expected her to ask than from any real interest. It was getting harder and harder for her to sit still and she was starting to wonder when the two salesponies would start their evil seduction. She surely did hope their current spiel was not supposed to be getting them in her pants, because if it was she was in for a very frustrating night.

“This, is a shiney,” Flim and Flam said together, great pride in their tone and posture. When Applejack just stared at them, they looked a bit annoyed at her lack of comprehension.

“It works like this,” Flim explained. “Say Flam has Discord in his hand and plays him. Unless I have Princess Celestia, or Princess Twilight and all the Elements of Harmony, which is as likely as a royal flush in poker, I’m going to lose most of my hit points. And even if I have Princess Celestia it still comes down to the coin toss as to whether she counters him or not. And if it goes against me I lose my most powerful card. But, the shiney costs me next to nothing. If I play it and win the toss Discord is distracted and is rendered void for that turn. Plus depending on how well the coin flip goes I might be able to take him out of play for a dozen moves. The shiney also works against many other cards, like Princess Twilight or Pinkie Pie. Understand now?”

“I think I’m getting a headache,” Applejack answered honestly, and then realizing that this might not have been the most diplomatic thing to say, hastily added, “I’m sure it’s a wonderful game, but we all don’t have all that much time. By the time I understand all the rules we’ll be in Ponyville. Why don’t we just play a little poker? I’m pretty good at that. Big Mac owes me about five million bits.”

Applejack saw no reason to mention that prior to their last game she’d owed Big Mac one hundred million make-believe bits and only the pure luck of getting dealt a royal flush, after requesting three new cards, combined with Big Mac having downed most of a quart of good hard apple cider had allowed her to come out ahead. Big Mac had always said she was easier to read than a primary school alphabet book. She only played with Big Mac when they were trapped inside by the weather and it was just a chance to enjoy each other company. She’d have never have dared gotten into a real poker match with a pair of sharpers like the Flim Flam Brothers. She might have her share of foolish pride, but there were limits. In this case however winning the game was the last thing on her mind, and there was no way on earth the two of them could ever guess in a million years what her real objective was.

That was all right, she was positive if she offered them the tiniest little opening, they’d jump at the chance of using it to pry open her tightest little openings. She shivered at the thought and clenched her thighs together as hard as she could in an effort to ease the heat between her legs.

The brothers shared a look, and then Flim said, “Well, neither of us have any objections to a friendly game a poker. But poker is no fun without a little risk. What should the stakes be?”

My sweet ass, popped into Applejack’s mind. She was so focused on the warmth between her legs she didn’t really notice the sensation caused by the flush coloring her face. “Oh, I don’t know, bit ante, bit raise? Till we see how it goes. Maybe if I get lucky I’ll raise the stakes so you boys have a chance to win it back. That okay with you two boys?”

“Most assuredly fine by us,” Flam agreed.

Applejack happily settled back, sure that the brothers would not be able to resist taking advantage of her. She just had to be careful that she didn’t lose so much that they’d be more interested in keeping their winnings than in trading them for a chance at debauching her. She considered that for a moment, and then told herself it would never happen. No way would those two give up a chance to fill her with baby juice. Still, might be just as well if she avoided anything that might put the farm at risk.

A half hour later, Applejack looked in dismay at the pile of chips in front of her. She’d had Discord’s own luck. No matter what she had done, even discarding three cards in a full house, she had won every hand. It was uncanny. There had to be a whole two thousand bits in front of her. She’d never had that much personal, her own money, before in her life. It was enough to get that new roof on the house. Heck, with just a little more it would be enough for that hip surgery Granny had been needing this past two years. For the first time since Applejack had seen the brothers, her focus was on something besides what they were sporting under those fancy-dan clothes they were fitted out in.

“So, you mentioned something about giving us a chance to win back our money?” Flim asked in an interrogatory manner.

No, my money. You can’t have it! popped into Applejack head as she fought down the urge to wrap her arms around the pile of chips and tuck them into her cleavage. A moment later a very different idea popped into her head. Maybe this was her chance to get enough for Granny’s hip, and a little left over for a rainy day?

Ten minutes later Applejack looked in dismay at the half-dozen chips sitting in front of her. How had it gone wrong so fast? She’s been sure that last hand was a winner. If Flim hadn’t called instead of raising she’d have lost everything. Unless... she’d wagered her top, and her jeans. Maybe if they’d kept raising she’d have been able to wager her virtue.

Darn it, she could be getting pounded by hard stallion cock right this minute if the brothers had just kept upping the ante. Well, next hand then. The wet heat between her legs that had retreated during her daydream of surgery for Granny and a new roof for the house returned, with reinforcements.

Applejack wanted to bang her head on the table. For the last half dozen quick hands, the brothers had folded before the pot could grow past Applejack’s stake. Now it was once again as big as it had been, maybe a bit bigger. Heck, not only could she afford Granny’s new hip, a few bits more and she’d have enough for a brand new roof as well. The heck with saving for a rainy day. With a new roof it could rain as much as it liked.

Tears tickling the edge of her eyes, Applejack watched as Flam scooped the most recent pot into his pile of chips. Leaving only four lonely little chips in front of her. She’d won a little, then lost a bit more, and then won, but not as much as she’d lost. Every hand she’d had a great set of cards, but either the brother would fold while the pot was tiny, or one of them would have a hand just good enough to beat her. She waved goodby to Granny’s new hip, and the new watertight roof.

She was right back to where she had started, but somehow she found her interest in getting her itch scratched just wasn’t the motivation it had been. She was still feeling the urge and she had a ‘slightly’ better opinion of the brothers than when this had started, but every time she thought about losing all that money just so the brothers could blackmail her into sex she thought of poor old Granny. What sort of a pony was she? She should have taken the pot when she was up and called it a night. Well, it wouldn’t be long. She’d play the next hand, lose those last four bits, and call it a night.

Or so Applejack told herself, but her very next hand was a full house, aces high. Almost nothing could beat this. Maybe Granny’s hip was not so out of reach as all that. If she could convince the brothers to let her bet on credit.

“Sorry, Miss Applejack,” Flam said when she broached the subject of an I.O.U., and he actually sounded sorry. “We brothers well know the lure of the big one, but you're starting down a bad road. Never wager what you don’t have to lose. That’s a lesson we’ve always lived by.”

“You’re not trying to weasel out just when I’ve got the winning hand,” Applejack protested, her tone more belligerent than she realized as she looked at the beautiful cards she was holding. “If you won’t give me credit, what if I put up something instead?”

“What did you have in mind, Miss Applejack,” Flam said, sounding interested.

Applejack opened her mouth, stared at the brothers, and shut it. Now that it had come to this she didn’t have a clue about how to proceed. She had just assumed that by the point the two ‘unicorns’ would have been working their wicked wills on her. She of course would have been helpless to resist their magic.

“You know Miss Applejack,” Flim said in a speculative way, “you have quite a fan club in Canterlot and other places. You and your friends are quite famous. Why there is even a market for authentic memorabilia. Now take that shirt you’re wearing. Just because you’ve worn it there are fans who’d pay money for it.”

“Really, this old thing,” Applejack said, looking down and tugging at the top most button on the old worn shirt, increasing the depth of her cleavage by a good twenty percent. “I can’t believe anyone would pay money for this just because I’ve worn it. Granny is one last rip away from turning it into a dust rag.”

“Well, I won’t say it would be worth a lot. There would have to be a picture of you wearing it, and maybe if you autographed it, but even then it would not bring that much. Not like that outfit you wore during the changeling invasion.”

There were a plethora of pictures of you fighting the changelings during the invasion in that lovely ball gown.”

“Of course it was stained as well as ripped and torn in most of them,” Flam said, his eyes distant as if he were looking at something far away.

“Yeah, I was pretty much falling out of it by the time that fight was over. Fact is, the very first thing I did when the fight started was to take a knife to the hem so my legs would be free to buck those bugs. And it was covered in my blood and the slime and the blood of dozens of changelings. I think it got tossed in the trash during the big clean up afterwards.”

“We remember,” both brothers said in a dreamy tone. A moment later they snapped out of their reverie and Flam said, “That gown was sold to a private collector for twenty-two thousand bits.”

“Say what, now!” Applejack yelped, sitting bolt upright on her bench. “You’re funning me. What sort of consarned idjit would pay something like that for a tore up old gown? It was no better than a rag, stinking of my sweat and blood, not to mention all that changeling slime.”

“We remember,” the brothers said in unison. “I mean, we could well imagine,” Flam said quickly to cover their gaff.

“But it represented our victory, and your magnificent efforts toward that result. As such, to some ponies, it was priceless.”

“You are a modest mare, Miss Applejack. A simple earth pony. You don’t understand the regard you and your friends are held in by those who take the time to be aware of such things.”

“Which is why you need to stop this,” Flam said, leaning forward and taking one of Applejack’s hands before she realized his intent.

“Stop what? I don’t understand,” Applejack said in a flustered tone.

“You came in here, with us, who you distrust, and with good reason, in a desperate attempt to gain funds for your farm. You were prepared to do anything, and to suffer what you felt would be the consequences if you failed in your effort. Can you tell us honestly that you were not thinking of bartering your body just now in an effort for one big score?”

Applejack felt her face heat and knew it would be as red as a fresh ripe apple. “It wasn’t like that,” she protested weakly. Not really a lie. She hadn’t come here to whorse herself out. She’d come with the expectation that the two stallions would not be able to resist violating a mare they had reason to dislike. “I wasn’t looking for money,” then she thought about her thoughts about all she could do with her winnings, and her shame, and honesty caused her to add, “Not at first.” She couldn’t bring herself to look the twins in the eyes.

“If all you wanted from us was our money, well, we owe you that much at least,” Flim said. He dropped a small canvas bag on the table in front of Applejack. The top opened slightly from the impact revealing the golden contents.

“What’s this?” she asked, drawing away from the table as if the bag contained poisonous snakes rather than shiny gold bits.

“A gift. No strings. Tribute to a hero who has more than earned it,” Flim said.

Applejack’s face went white with anger. She jumped to her feet, knocking the table aside with her legs. If Flam had not caught it the contents on top of it they would have been scattered all over the train compartment. “I’m done here,” the outraged farm pony said in a hard cold voice. She turned her back on them and stalked out of the compartment. Her tail, which had been arched high in invitation when she had walked into the room was pressed tightly against her plot. The room reverberated from the sound of the door slamming shut behind her.

Flim waited a short amount of time, to see if Applejack might duck back in to deliver a few cutting remarks before saying, “Ah, overweening pride. Dear brother, if I should ever be so afflicted, I trust you will, ouch dammit,” he cut off. He rubbed his left ear where his brother had just delivered a painful open handed slap. “What was that for,” he demanded of Flam.

“I can’t believe you tried to give her our entire stake. That was meant to hold us over till Element Con in a month, and pay for the dice when they are ready. How would we have eaten for the next four weeks if she’d taken it? How could we have sold those thousands of decks or cards without the proper dice? You know that those geeks wouldn’t dish out the dough for an incomplete game.”

“Relax, Flam. There was never any danger she’d accept the money.”

“How can you say that? She intended to pull the badger game on us. On us! If we hadn’t spotted that over-sized brother of her’s getting onto the train we might have bought into her act. I bet he was just waiting in the next car for her to scream her head off so he could come running to the rescue.”

“Maybe so. But it’s one thing to con a con. She could fool herself into thinking there was nothing wrong about that. But to take charity from someone she thinks is lower than a snake’s belly, as she would so delightfully put it? Never going to happen.”

“Well, I do have to concede that you seem to have guessed correctly. But it was a terrible risk to take, brother. That is the sort of behavior we rely on to make our living. It is not the sort of behavior we should be indulging in.”

“Ahh, but you did not know about my ace in the hole, Flam.” Flim smirked as he lifted up the lid on their sales display and removed a layer of card decks, revealing a pair of paperback books that glistened from the protective magical film they were wrapped in.

Flam let out a little gasp of awe. “Is that...?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes, a brand new Restoration Book. The first one since, Shattered Crystal. The Elements of Lust,” Flim said. Treating the pair of books as if they were the most delicate of historical manuscripts, he slipped on a pair of clean white gloves and picked up one so he could show his brother the cover.

As could have been expected from the title, all six of the Elements of Harmony were represented. And as expected of a Restoration novel they were all in sexual peril. As befitted her rank and fame, Princess Twilight Sparkle had pride of place in the center of the image. She was perched on the lap of a huge unicorn stallion, who, size excepted, bore a slight resemblance to Prince Blueblood. He in turn was sitting on a generic, but very gaudy, throne. His hide was snow-white and his horn was like a chunk of ice. The hand he was fondling Twilight’s breasts with covered most of her upper body. Of course he was large in all his attributes. His dick was as long as Flim’s forearm, if what could be seen was any indication. Most of it was hidden. His cock was shoved all the way to the median ring in Twilight’s distended sex. Some indication of his total length could be gathered by the distortion in her belly from her internal stretching, however. Her face was twisted in a rictus of shame and pleasure as her rapist played with the rings decorating her pierced nipples. A restraint ring was clamped around the base of her horn and a heavy collar with a leash was wrapped around her slender neck.

Despite the way the unicorn stallion was debasing Equestria’s newest princess, most of his attention seemed to be on the spectacle going on around the two of them. He looked on in approval as at least a dozen stallions busied themselves enjoying the charms of the other five elements. Some effort had been made to match the fetish they were suffering from to their element, like Pinkie Pie being tickled by the wings of the pegasus raping her, but that took second place to depicting their violation in graphic terms.

It was pretty typical of the crude pornography the Restoration Books exemplified. Despite that Flam seemed mesmerized by the sight of the two books held in his brother’s hands. “Blueblood will pay a fortune for those. I can’t believe you managed to get your hands on a pair of untouched books. And sealed in the wrapper at that. I’ve never even heard of such a thing.”

Flam looked up at Flim, an avaricious look in his eyes. “You know, if we were to put the word out at the con that we had these, who knows what they might bring.”

“A good thought, brother. But Blueblood is our patron. He would not take kindly to us allowing base commerce to override our good judgement. The next time we needed to be bailed out because some local guard got upset at us the prince might not feel inclined to have his lawyer ‘explain’ to the guard that we are just common salesponies. No, I think it best if we be content with the very generous price, and maybe bonus, that the prince will reward us with.”

Flim placed the books carefully back into the nook he had extracted them from and arranged the card decks over top of them. As he did he mused in a sorrowful tone, “Still, it’s such a shame to have to throw the fair Applejack back. Did you see that ass, brother? I could ride that pony all night, and be ready for a good hard gallop the next morning. It would have been an experience to remember when we are both old, feeble, and limp.”

“Speak for yourself, dear brother. I fully expected to die at the hooves of a jealous stallion when I’m a hundred and one. A young, jealous stallion.”

Applejack stumbled into the luxurious private pullpony car and nearly galloped to her sleeping chamber. Once the door was shut behind her, she burst into tears of frustration and shame. Or she would have if she was the sort of pony who cried. Instead she uttered a dry sob of despair as she leaned her forehead against the door.

She had never been so humiliated in all her born days. The Flim Flam Brothers were con ponies; grifters if not outright thieves. To have them looking at her with such pity, thinking so lowly of her. Why, oh why couldn’t they have simply taken advantage of her. Even if they’d fucked her in every opening a cock would fit she’d have felt cleaner than she did right now.

“No!” Applejack said, spitting out the word. “This is my own gosh darn fault. I ain’t no better than those peckerwoods back in Caridoon. I looked at those brothers and all I saw was a pair of dicks that could scratch my itch. I never even thought about them as being anything else. I’m lower than a whorse. At least a whorse is honest about what she is.”

Frustrated and despondent Applejack shucked off her clothes and fell back on the surprisingly large bed in her room and stared at the ceiling. “What the hey am I going to do?” She asked herself. It was clear to her now that she was not going to be able to do casual no-strings attached sex. That just wasn’t her, not even after what had happened to her in Caridoon. She’d tried to cheat. She’d gone into the brothers’ room fully expecting them to live down to her expectations. They’d take advantage of her, and at no time would she have been involved in the decision making. All she would have had to do was take what they gave. Why oh why, she thought, couldn’t they have been the complete scum she had thought they were?

And the worst thing of all was that despite it all, she was still as hot as a steam engine.

Applejack’s hand slipped down her flat belly until her fingers slid down between her legs. Despite her shame and humiliation she was as wet as a shaggy dog after a thunderstorm and her fingers easily slid inside her marehood. Her free hand lifted to her breasts, which were feeling swollen and heavy from her arousal. She began to fondle them as she imagined what might have happened if Flim and Flam hadn’t possessed an unexpected streak of decency.

It was so hot and humid in the barn that Applejack was for once grateful that she was forbidden to wear clothing, well, except for the heavy black collar around her neck she’d been wearing ever since she had lost the farm and all its stock to the Flim Flam Brothers in that poker game. Usually nopony was around to witness her forced nudity, thankfully. Unless the unscrupulous twins felt like bringing some of their drinking buddies around to ogle her for a bit, after getting drunk on what used to be her reserve brand cider.

How was she to know she would be classified as stock too? But she had been, and ever since she’d been the property of the two brothers with no more rights than any other farm critter. Less in fact. The pigs and cows didn’t have to supply anything more than milk and truffles. Applejack was expected to supply much more than the milk that came from her swollen breasts. She was put to work doing the numerous chores that arose with the rest of her family gone. Granny had moved to Appaloosa, Big McIntosh and his slave joined up with Trixie’s perverted magic tour, and Apple Bloom had been sent to Luna’s School for Poor Homeless Fillies Who Have Sluts For Sisters. Now it was just her left on the farm, Applejack, and her aching, full breasts.

Speaking of which, it was almost that time of day again. Not wishing to have her ass welted by a willow switch, Applejack put down the hay fork she’d been using and walked over to the milking frame. The wooden structure supported her body as she lay across it, her swollen breasts dangling between the poles as she lay her forearms across the forward most padded bar.

At least her owners cared that much about her comfort.

Applejack’s timing was right on the money. She had just settled herself in place when she heard Flim and Flam entering the barn. She didn’t need to turn her head to look. She could see in her mind their lecherous grins as they let their eyes roam over their favorite toy. They’d be twirling their long waxed mustaches between the fingers of one hand while their other hand would be unbuttoning their trousers to allow the heavy length of their twisted and crooked cocks out into the warm humid air of the barn. Just a little closer and she was sure she would be able to smell the unicorns’ musk.

She felt her skin tingle with the feel of their magic as it slipped by her and grasped the milking machine underneath her. The suction tubes rose up and clamped down on her breasts, pulling her nipples deep into them. They began to pulse as they drew the milk from her swollen teats. The feel of the pressure easing inside her sensitive breasts caused an erotic thrill to course through Applejack’s body. With no need for any intent on her part she felt her tail lifting, exposing her drooling sex to the leering eyes of her owners.

“Ahh, what a fine way to greet the morning. It just wouldn’t be the same without Applejack winking at me,” Flim said from right behind her. She felt his hands stroke her ass before moving inward so his fingers could press apart her labia.

“I don’t know, brother,” Flam said. “I sort of miss those early days when we had to force her into the frame and whip her to teach her proper place. Remember how we had to keep her in harness twenty-four hours a day? Don’t you think she’s a little bit boring now?”

Applejack gave a gasp as she felt the huge flare of Flim’s cock press aside the lips to her sex and force its way into her tight channel. All the while the pump continued to suck milk from her teats.

“As long as she stays this tight I don’t care how she behaves,” Flim grunted as he slammed himself home inside her. She felt his heavy balls swing forward and slap against her inner thighs. Without pause he pulled out and slammed back in. Her entire body jolted from the force and her breasts bounced from the shock. She hunched back at him desperate for the feel of him filling her. Hard and fast he made use of her body, treating it as nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. Until, she exploded.

Applejack sank her fingers painfully into her breast even as she thrust four fingers into the front of her sex. Her body clenched and curled around the hand clawing at her cunt. She shuddered as waves of pleasure thrummed through her body. Far too soon the last quiver of nervous energy depleted herself and Applejack lay gasping on her bed, her legs spread wide and her breasts heaving in the air covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Despite her orgasm Applejack felt only slightly more at ease. Her body was lethargic from the release of so much nervous energy but she could still feel a tickling need deep inside her core. An itch that needed a good hard stallion cock to scratch.

“I got to get me a good stallion,” she muttered. “Ain’t going to be easy.” They don’t exactly grow on apple trees. There were sure as shooting none available in Ponyville. Not of the quality she knew she needed. Maybe Twilight could help her. She’d grown up in Canterlot. Her brother had been a captain of the royal guard. Maybe Twilight could ask Shining Armor to introduce Applejack to some big buff royal guard? Some big old farmpony who’d joined up to protect Equestria? Too bad Shining Armor was already married, though. Any stallion that could keep the Princess of Love purring had to be a stud to reckon with. Not that Applejack would swish her tail in his face. She might be a slut now, but she wasn’t a husband chasing skank. It was just too bad Twilight didn’t have another brother.

Author's Notes:

Going to give Dusk Shine and Pinkie Pie a little private time while I pay a visit to the other members of the Mane six.

I'll try to keep their introductions and situations to a minimum so I can fold all of them into the main story line as quickly as possible.