Applejack gave a gasp as she woke up in her bed with her hands buried between her legs and her fingers shoved deep into her cunt. Her body was soaked in sweat and she choked as she swallowed a huge gulp of air.

It had been three days since Twilight in her guise as Prince Dusk Shine and Big Mac had scratched Applejack’s itch, and soothed the aching lust that had been well on its way to driving her mad.

Even though she should have know better, Applejack had convinced herself that she was past the worst of her reaction to Caridoon’s magic. And that being the case there was no reason to inflict her problem on her friend, Twilight. Now that she knew what to expect, her reasoning had gone, she’d be better able to handle it. Therefore there was no need for Twilight to remain trapped in the wrong gender and she could restore herself to her proper form.

Unfortunately, Applejack’s plan was not working out so good. Rather than being better able to withstand the influence of the magical taint in her blood due to familiarity, the lust it caused had come on much faster than previously. What had taken nearly two weeks of abstinence before had taken just three days this time. Too late she had realized that it had taken time for the magic to take root in her body, but now that it had, her need for sex was pretty much a constant rather than a slowly growing urge.

The undeniable proof of this for Applejack was that the Flim Flam brothers were once again looking good to her, as witnessed by the disturbing dream she had just woken from.

Standing under an ice-cold shower abated the burning in her loins only a little, but did nothing to remove the memory of her recent dream. The twin con-pony brothers had pilloried her in the town square and charged admission to her cunt, ass, and mouth. An offer that the entire town of Ponyville had been most eager to take them up on, including gender shifted versions of all her friends. Despite herself, Applejack could not help but smile in amusement at the memory of Pinkie Pie spurting vanilla icing out of the tip of his massive balloon-like cock as he glazed her face with his sweet gooey ejaculate. Her disgust with the dream faded as her fingers slipped between her wet thighs and she frantically rubbed herself to an orgasm while recalling the way Rainbow Dash and Rarity had spit roasted her with their new male members. Her body shuddered in release, but as soon as the tremors had subsided she found that she was every bit as horny as before she started. It took a great deal of willpower to exit the shower and head downstairs for breakfast instead of spending the rest of the day trying to ease her need personally.

If Applejack hadn’t been so distracted by her burning desire for several big thick cocks filling every one of her orifices, she might have noticed the sound of somepony getting a good ass thrashing long before she stepped down off the stairs and into the kitchen. As it was, she stopped in wide-eyed surprise and shock when she spotted her brother Big Mac, who wasn’t wearing a stitch, with his doefriend Bother draped over his naked lap as he methodically and efficiently turned the little deer’s rump bright cherry red. Applejack could just make out the big flared tip of her brother’s cock where it projected past Bother’s belly. Tears were streaming down Bother’s cheeks as she wiggled frantically on Mac’s lap. But she wasn’t going anywhere, not when Mac had the palm of his left hand firmly planted in the small of her back.

It wasn’t so much the shock of seeing Mac spanking Bother that had thrown Applejack. She’d seem him do it before, most often when Bother would make the mistake of referring to him as ‘Master’. He only grudgingly tolerated ‘Master Mac’. But those spankings had been gentle reminders, a simple pat on the fanny really. This was anything but. This was a genuine, don’t spare the rod, ass whomping.

Applejack stood frozen in place as Mac’s big hand rose and fell with loud explosive cracks onto Bother’s ass cheeks, his hand pretty much covering each section of her tiny posterior. The dark red hue of her nether cheeks indicated that there had been more than a few blows previous to the ones Applejack had just witnessed.

The farm filly felt her belly tighten as her ass clenched in reaction to the loud smacks that were echoing off the walls. Her throat closed up as she tried to swallow a sudden mouthful of saliva as her imagination placed her over her brother’s lap instead of Bother. Her rump twitched in sympathetic reaction to the next hard swat that set Bother’s firm little rump jiggling like jelly. The small doe looked even more childlike than usual draped over Mac’s lap.

Once the initial shock of the scene passed, Applejack’s first inclination was to intervene, or at least protest. But the way Bother was grinding her groin against Big Mac’s thighs showed that for all her tears she was getting off on her spanking. The way her short spade-shaped tail was flipped all the way up and back till the tip almost touched the hand holding her in place was further evidence of what a horny little slut she was. The reflective white flash on the underside of her tail was letting any male in sight know she was open and eager for breeding.

Applejack fought down the urge to reach down between her legs and plunge her fingers into her dripping twat. It had been three days since Dusk and Mac had serviced her and the taint in her body was letting her know in no uncertain terms that three days was two and a half days too long to go without a good shafting and an infusion of earth pony magic. While she managed to restrain her hands, she could not keep her muscular thighs from clenching as she contracted her pelvis in reaction to the sudden overwhelming arousal she was feeling.

The horny mare felt only a slight bit of guilt over her reaction. She knew her brother, and had a pretty good handle on Bother’s character. She had no idea what had instigated the spanking she was witnessing but she knew her brother was not a mare abuser and that Bother for all her wailing and tears was in hog heaven over being dominated so thoroughly by her oversized master. If anything, she was feeling more than a little jealous of the small doe. She couldn’t remember how many times as a filly she’d dreamed of her fierce big brother turning her over his lap as a prelude to other activities.

If anything, the feeling was even stronger now. Back then she’d had no idea just what those other activities would involve, or feel like. Now she was very much aware of what it felt like to have a thick male cock spreading her cunt wide and filling her to the brim, and more. Not giving into Dusk over the last few days had turned out to be one of the hardest things she’d ever done. She went to bed dreaming of the sight, feel, and taste of his cock, and woke in a puddle of her own juices from the wet dreams centred around him. Only by reminding herself over and over again that it wasn’t fair to Twilight to force her to assume the wrong gender for Applejack’s sake kept her from giving in to the urge to jump his bones each morning when he showed up to inquire as to her health.

Sure, the horny farm filly might have weakened enough to allow the farce of Dusk buying her from Big Mac after that session in the barn. But a few hours without the pressure of her taint—or the afterglow of a hot and heavy sex session—to influence her had allowed her to realize just what she was asking Twilight to give up. If she did not stay strong, Twilight would never know the pleasure of having a big powerful stallion plow her own furrow. Now that Applejack was aware of just how wonderful that could be with the right stallions how could she allow her own needs to deny Twilight the same mind blowing, hoot and hollering, bucking fantastic, feeling of a male releasing inside her body after he’d pounded her till she couldn’t think straight?

She couldn’t obviously.

Besides. Twilight had made it clear that she was only motivated by concern for a friend. She’d even had to cast a spell on Applejack to pull off the make-believe scenario they’d played in the barn. And she hadn’t fooled Applejack one little bit. Applejack knew perfectly well she’d cast a spell on herself so that she could act like a properly dominant and powerful stallion.

Applejack knew this for certain because of the fact that Twilight had been totally oblivious to all the hints she had dropped each time she came to visit. If Twilight had been a real stallion, one who had already mounted her previously, she wouldn’t have hesitated for an instant in taking what was his and would have dragged Applejack into the barn, or maybe he wouldn’t have even bothered with privacy and would have simply bent her over the nearest fence before thrusting his hot shaft deep into her needy cunt right in front of brother and Bother.

Applejack’s attention was drawn away from her musings of what Twilight would do to her if he were actually a real stallion by Bother suddenly yelling out. “Staircase!” At the same time there was a tinkling sound as Bother twitched her long expressive ears and the bells that Applejack was just now noticing were attached to their tips sounded.

Big Mac’s downward striking hand stopped instantly, an inch from Bother’s bruised ass, and then gently settled down on top of her heated skin as he palmed her posterior.

Bother let out a frustrated sob and said, “This stupid disobedient slut is ashamed, Master. This greedy cunt is weak and pathetic and can’t take Master’s justified punishment. It hurts too much. This cunt begs master punish her some other way."

Applejack felt a sudden jolt of guilt. She’s assumed that there was no way her brother would hit Bother so hard that the pain loving little slut would have to beg him to stop.

“Jest what the hay did Princess Luna do to you, Big Mac?” she asked, guilt induced anger making her voice tremble. “I knew she’d changed you so you could blend in when we go into Caridoon, but I didn’t think she’d changed you that much.”

“Eenope,” Big Mac said as he softly rubbed Bother’s bottom. The pleased expression on his face made Applejack even more uncomfortable and uncertain.

The hand Big Mac had been using to hold Bother in place reached out and tousled her short hair and stroked her ears. Ignoring his outraged sider he said, “You all did just fine, slut. I’d have been mad as heck if you hadn’t spoke up. You did real good, darling little slut.” He picked up his slave and set her on her hooves, turning her till she was facing away from him and toward Applejack and gave her a gentle pat on her flushed ass. “Now I want you to make your apology. After that, I’ll punish you in a different way.”

Bother instantly dropped to her knees while facing and pressed her forehead against the floor while raising her much abused ass into the air and pointed her sex straight at Big Mac with her tail flagged as high as it could go. “This slut has been a bad cunt. This slut has said bad things about the prince’s slut. This slut said that the prince’s slut was cruel and selfish and was abusing the poor prince who is foolish enough to let her do it. This slut deserved her well-earned punishment for calling the prince foolish. This slut is sure that the prince knows what the prince is doing and it is not this slut’s place to question his training methods. This slut is sure that eventually the prince will take his slut in hand and teach her the proper place in the world for sluts.”

Applejack goggled at the prostrate doe. She felt embarrassed, and guilty at having her treatment of Twilight pointed out. Until she remembered that Twilight wasn’t a true stallion and that there was no sin in discouraging her from keeping up the charade that he was. That didn’t stop her from getting heated at the thought of being taught her proper place. For just a moment she allowed herself to feel regret that Twilight really wasn’t a stallion. She was so freaking powerful, there would be nothing Applejack could do to keep her from taking her in any manner she wanted to if she were so inclined. And unlike the cowardly, King Duneyrr Twilight wouldn’t have to resort to ropes or hired guards to overpower and control her.

“Good enough. Now git over here and suck my cock,” Big Mac ordered bother in a firm tone as he slid down on his chair and spread his legs.

“Master? This slut thought Master was going to fuck her.”

“You’re not getting off that easy, slut. If I tried to jam my cock into that tight little twat of yours I’d fill you with baby juice before I got halfway in. You’re going to suck me off and swallow my load, and then get me hard again. And then I’m going to give you the sort of fucking I should have been giving you all this time. Don’t think I’m going to take it easy on your again. I’m going to jam my dick so far up your cunt you’ll be tasting it, and you won’t be walking straight for most of a day when I’m done with you.”

“Yes, Master!” Bother exclaimed in glee as she scrambled between his legs and grasped his heavy shaft with both hands. Her fingers barely touching each other as they wrapped around him.

Before she could attempt to engulf him, however, Big Mac said, “Ring your bells for me, slut.”

Bother didn’t look happy at his request, but she twitched her ears causing the bells attached to tips to chime several times.

“Good slut.” Big Mac praised her while using his hand to direct her head toward his cock.

Bother opened her muzzle wide and pressed her mouth against the big flared tip of Mac’s cock. Only the fact that it compressed slightly as she pushed her head down allowed the large tip to pop into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck with all her might while twisting her head from side to side. The outline of Mac’s cock could be made out as it pressed against the side of her face from the inside.

Mac leaned back and crossed his hands behind his head as he looked over at Applejack, whose face was so hot she was sure it was as red as one of their prized apples.

“Suppose you’re wondering why I spanked her so hard she had to ask me to stop?” he asked. “And why I’m letting her suck me me off in the middle of the kitchen?”

Applejack was stumped. She didn’t believe for one minute that Big Mac had spanked Bother for badmouthing her. Especially when there were so much truth in the little doe’s words. “Honestly, Big Mac. Darned if I know.” She had a sudden thought. “Maybe for badmouthing Twilight, I mean Dusk Shine?” Even as she said this, Applejack found herself questioning her answer. Big Mac was no more likely to punish Bother for badmouthing Dusk, even if her accusation was not true, than he was to punish her for telling the truth about Applejack’s behaviour.

“Yeah, bout what I thought,” Big Mac said as he nodded his head. “Ain’t the right answer though. But ain’t surprised. You can’t even admit what you want, can’t expect you to figure out what Bother does.”

Applejack’s face reddened and she was on the verge of a heated retort when her brother said, “I spanked her cause it’s what she wanted. She thought I didn’t care what she did, that I didn’t care about her. I spanked her so she’d know I cared enough about her to do it. I did it hard so she could show me that I could trust her to be honest and tell me when it was too much. And I’m fucking her out here because all this time she thought I was ashamed to own such a worthless slave that I wouldn’t even fuck her in public.”

“I know she’s a messed up little critter, Big Mac, but it ain’t right for you to be going and acting like those bastards that did the messing up,” Applejack said in an angry tone as she glared at her brother. Staring him straight in the eyes, she did her best to keep her eyes from slipping from his face and toward his erection and the way Bother was struggling to cope with his size. Applejack had to admit to herself that the little deer didn’t look like she felt she was being abused. There was no distress visible in her expression. Her eyes were bright and excited and Applejack was pretty sure that she’d be wearing a big grin if her lips weren’t stretched into a big circle around Big Mac’s dick. Her spit and his juices were running down his shaft from where they had slipped past her muzzle and Bother made it look so tasty that Applejack found herself longing for a chance to sample it once again her own self.

Applejack swallowed down a mouthful of drool. She’d hardly been in her right mind when her brother hand jammed it down her throat in the barn. Certainly not enough to really enjoy the experience the way she wanted to. And if she felt that way with him being her brother and all, how could she claim that Bother didn’t feel the same way?

“Applejack!” Big Mac said, in what for him was a bellow, and would have been merely Rainbow Dash’s normal speaking tone.

Applejack snapped out of her erotic funk and blushed at the exasperated look Big Mac was directing at her. Even though she knew he had no idea, she could not help but think he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. “No need to blow your stack. I’m listening.” she snapped at him.

“Eeyup, so, as I was sayin’, I’ve been reading the journals for the last two days. Makes a pony rethink a whole lot of things.”

“Wait, hold an applebucking minute. What journals?”

Big Mac gave Applejack another look, and she flushed. “Okay, maybe I weren’t listening as close as I should have been,” she admitted.

Big Mac heaved a sigh, and gestured at a stack of old books on the kitchen table Applejack had not noticed till then. She had been a touch distracted after all. “Like I was sayin’, the morning after we did what we did in the barn, Granny dragged me into her room and gave me those. She said if we all were going to be playing those sort of games I’d better have these. So...”

“Granny knows what we were doing in the barn.” Applejack cut off her brother with a high pitched squeak.

“Eeyup.”

Applejack had thought her ability to experience mortification had reached its limit, she’d been wrong. The blush turning her face crimson flowed down her shoulders and across her breasts till her entire upper body felt like it was about to combust from pure embarrassment and shame. She gave thanks that Granny had left this morning to go visit their Orange relatives down south. It meant she’d have a couple of weeks at least before she had to look the pony who had raised her from a youngun in the eye.

“Oh Celestia, how the hay can I ever look her in the eye again?” Applejack moaned, and then gave herself a shake and took a deep breath and calmed herself. She was acting like Rarity, or really, any of her friends. She was the stolid steady mare. The one that started at one end of a field and plowed a straight furrow to the other side, without any wandering or artistic touches. She was not looking forward to facing Granny, but for right now she needed to get back to the issue at hand.

“So, what are these here journals?” Applejack asked.

Big Mac slid a stack of books across the table toward Applejack while being careful not to yank the tip of his cock out of Bother’s mouth. He needn’t have bothered. The small doe was latched on like a baby on a momma’s nipple and wasn’t about to let go.

Applejack examined the books. There was a thin hardcover book on top, worn with age, but in good condition. It was sitting on a stack of soft-cover notebooks that had the appearance of having been frequently used and as a result looked more tattered than the first book.

“These here belonged to Great Grandpa Smith. And to all the mares he settled here with.”

“You mean Great Grandma Smith and her sisters right?”

“Best you read them.” was all Big Mac said. He looked own at the bobbing head of his sex slave with affection. “I’ve got some other things to tend to. We can talk when you’ve looked at a few of them.” With that Mac reached down and stroked Bother’s ears. She leaned the side of her head into the touch without relinquishing her oral treat.

It was more than a little difficult to pull her attention away from the sight of her big brother getting his knob polished, but Applejack managed, sort of. She picked up the hardcover book and was staring at the cover in puzzlement. It was faded and dusty looking, but the image of a tall clock tower was clearly visible. She felt like she’d seen the building pictured there somewhere, but she could not remember just where. She tried to think of where she might have seen it, but gave it up after a minute.

The sound of Bother’s sucking Mac’s cock was not conducive to deep thinking.

Applejack brushed a hand over the cover, clearing some of the dust on it away and making it easier to read.

Opening the book, she took in the title page. In addition to the same words on the cover, there were additional directions.

Underneath that were three wood cut drawings of mares in various stages of bondage, a fact that caused two full raised eyebrows on Applejack’s part. What the heck were her ancestors doing with this sort of book? The images were captioned, each with a single word and a translation of their meaning.

Her eyebrows arched even higher when she spotted the word, “Staircase”, and the fact that it meant “Slower pace”. That was what Bother had cried out to her brother and must have been why Mac had stopped spanking her. For some reason knowing that Bother had retained the ability to control what was happening to her made her feel a lot better about the situation she had walked in on.

Didn’t do a dang thing for the niggling feeling of jealousy she felt, however.

The next image was captioned, “Clockface”, which apparently meant “Pause”. The final one was “Towertop” which in turn meant “Full Stop”

Setting aside the book Applejack picked up a notebook off the top of the stack and opened it. The first page announced that it was the journal of Rosy Glow, property of Adams Smith.

Applejack sucked in her breath. Adams had been her great grandpa, and unless she was mistaken, that would mean Rosy Glow was most likely her Great Aunt Rose.

Greatly intrigued, Applejack turned the page and began to read.

I’m so excited. It’s been a month and I still can’t believe that Master won the trials to find the most powerful earth magic user in the society. To be selected to begin the process of restoring the land around the original chapter house is a great honor. But what is really exciting is that Master will also receive a deed for a large section of the area. If we can cleanse the land and make it productive again, it will be ours, and our children’s children’s. No tenement apartments for them.

Three days ago we arrived at the old society site. Of course I have been here before, only that was several hundred feet below where we are standing now. Hard to believe that there are hundreds of horny needy stallions that close to me. Makes me drool, from both ends, to think of it.

“Say what now?” Applejack exclaims. “What the buck is this? Did Great Aunt Rose write steamy novels?” She asks, directing her attention to her big brother who has a hand resting on Bother’s head as she strives to swallow a couple of more inches of his cock.

Big Mac’s strained face shows that he is far from impervious to Bother’s actions. He glances over at her and gives his head a shake. “Eenope. They were all members of something called the Clocktower Society. Seems that they tend to enjoy games a whole heck of a lot like the ones we played the other day in the barn. Except, they weren’t doing it for no other reason but that they enjoyed it, a whole lot. Sort of like I’m enjoying myself right now.”

Applejack wanted to call her brother a big fat fibber, but while he didn’t have her reputation for unabashed honesty, he wasn’t in the habit of spreading whoppers. At least not ones like this. He wasn’t above sending a little sister out on a snipe hunt. So she had to believe that what she was reading wasn’t fiction, but a real life account of something that actually for real happened. With that in mind, she turned her attention back to the journal, and this time found that the sound of Bother’s gulping and occasionally gagging was not nearly as distracting as before.

I have to confess that the wild lands scare me. It’s hard to imagine a place that grows any which way it likes with no pony magic to help it along. Or where the weather is totally random with no control at all. No pegasus or unicorn dares come close to this place. Their magic would run wild or turn against them. It really drives home how terrible the war between the legendary pony sisters must have been. Somewhere near here, Master says, is the remains of their home but I have no desire at all to seek it out, even if we were to have the time. If it is this bad here, I can’t imagine how bad it must be there.

Master says that we will clean this land of the chaotic uncontrolled magic that swirls around it, and I trust him, but looking at the dark trees that surround us and listening to the strange creatures in the woods sometimes it is hard to believe that eventually ponies will be able to live here as comfortably as they do back in the city. I know Master is strong. But is he strong enough? To drive back the unnatural and wild forest we will need to infuse the land with great amounts of earth magic. I just hope my sisters and I are up to the task of helping him do it.

Giggle. Despite my doubts, I’m getting wet just thinking about how Master is going rut us on the bare earth, effusing the land with our mingled magic. He has already promised he will stake my sisters and I out in the first field we clear and allow any society stallion who wants to contribute their earth magic to the project to use us. Hopefully lots will wish to do so.

Of course before that can happen we will have to clear the caved in upper levels of the society that were collapsed and contaminated by the sister’s war. It took over eight hundred years for the contamination underground to abate to the point where we could reopen the deeper levels, but now that it has it will take hard work to clear the collapsed tunnel and there is no point even trying till the land above it is stabilized.

I’m sure my sisters feel the same as I do. The prospect of being rutted by dozens and dozens of virile stallions, our mingled juices spilling onto the ground to revitalize it, is a great motivator to work our hardest. Just in case Master’s whip is not enough. lol.

It has been two days since my last entry. The work is hard, but progressing. The big news is that Master judged that it was now warm enough for us not to require protection from the cold. All our clothes have been packed away. From this point on the only thing we will wear are our collars and whatever work harness we need for the job at hoof. Master has been modifying the standard work harness. but is being cruel. He will not show us what changes he is making. He has even ordered us to not do anything that might cause an orgasm. He wants us to save all our energy for when he straps us into the modified harness. Cruel, cruel Master. How can I keep my fingers to myself when he says such things to us?

I am so sore. Master’s modification included a strap between our legs with two huge plugs. Well, they felt large to me. Rosy Glow was disappointed that they weren’t bigger. We only had to wear them for a half-hour, but that was more than enough for me. Master says he will increase the time until we can go all day, and then increase the size. I don’t know if my poor cunt and ass can handle it. But I’m going to give it my best shot. I have a lot of catching-up to do if I’m going to join my sisters in taking master’s cock right to his median ring and past it in my ass .

I am so sore. I know I said that before, but this is different. We spent the last two weeks clearing the ground around the old entrance to the society. And at the end of each day Master rutted us on top of the rubble to purge the chaotic magic we had stirred up. The harnesses Master put on us were a great help when it came to dragging away the bigger chunks of rubble and the carts of dirt. But they were even more of a help when it came to grounding the chaos magic thanks to the special crystals Master had decorated them with.

But all that hard work was worth it. We finally broke through into an intact tunnel. There were a whole herd of earth pony society members waiting. They have heard us coming for days and had been clearing away loose debris from their side. But horny as I was, for once I didn’t drool at the sight of all those hot stallions. Gran Gran was there. I rushed right past those stallions and swept my sweet little girl into my arms. I’m so happy that we have damped down the wild magic enough that she and the rest of our children can now stay with us. I don’t even mind that we’re going to have to go back to sneaking around in order to indulge in some hot and heavy play.

Ouch. Giggle. Master just pinched my ear, and reminded me how much I enjoy sneaking under the covers and taking his cock into my mouth.

Okay, here I go again. I am so sore, but this is the good type of sore. My sisters and I spent the last two days being rutted non-stop while we were staked out spread eagle on the dig site. I lost count of how many stallions had their way with me after the ninth, and that was only half way through the first day.

They were all earth ponies of course. The area is still toxic to ponies with external magic. Master thinks that within a year we will have purged enough of the taint that our sister ponies will be able to live here. But some of the earth ponies who have recently come to help with the job work in R and D and don’t think this area will ever be fully normal again no matter how many earth ponies pour their magic into it.

I don’t think I mind. There is something about this place that has grown on me. The weird things that scared me so much earlier now seem familiar, and I think if I went back to the city that I’d miss this wild place.

Stinking Rich showed up. Of course he did. Now that the hard work is done he’s looking to grab himself some land without having to put in the work. I made a mistake of saying that where Master could hear me. I ate standing up at dinner. Later on I had to apologise to the greedy money grubber by crawling under the table while he discussed Master’s plans and sucked him nonstop till he had spent three times in my mouth.

How can such a stinker of a pony taste so yummy?

I take back what I said about Stinky. Little Gran Gran found these weird apples. Weird is such weak term, they are freakish. Not only did they just pop up out of nowhere, so did the dead looking trees they grew on. If I’d had any say we wouldn’t have had anything to do with it. But Rosy Glow still can’t resist mixing things up and seeing what happens. You’d think she’d have learned after the last time she blew up the R and D lab. But she was right this time. With Gran Gran as an assistant she actually made something that did not blow up. The jam made from what Gran Gran is calling Zap Apples is incredible. Like nothing I’ve ever tasted. And best of all, Stinky, I mean, Master Rich, bought almost all of it for enough to pay off our homestead loan.

Master didn’t even have to order me to crawl under the table this time.

Applejack shifted on her chair as she set aside the journal she was reading, trying to ease the ache between her legs, her expression was troubled. She looked at the tall stack of journals still in front of them. There had to be at least twenty of them. Were they all like this one? They must be. Why else would Big Mac make such an issue out of giving them to her? She could even understand why he’d done it, and why he was rethinking the way he had been treating Bother. The rule book she’d glanced at, and the the journal, showed that the sort of thing that happened in Caridoon happened in Equestria, with one big difference. Consent. Nowhere in the journal had their been a hint of coercion or unhappiness.

The farm mare glanced over to see that Bother was still sucking her brother’s cock, and had actually managed to get the head into her narrow throat. It was a bit disturbing, the way her neck bulged like a snake who had just swallowed a gopher. Her brother was still stroking Bother’s ears, but was making no effort to force her head down. That meant that the little deer had managed her feat all on her own.

‘Well, maybe with a bit of help from Big Mac’s earth magic,’ Applejack suddenly thought. The males back in Caridoon had certainly believed that earth mares were the perfect cock socks, able to stretch in order to take the biggest male members. Maybe the reverse was true. Was Big Mac’s magic allowing Bother to ‘stretch’? She’d seen far weirder magic than that. Twilight turning herself into a well hung stallion for instance.

Applejack studied the journals in front of her. If their ancestors had got up to this sort of goings-on, and it hadn’t ended up with the whole family falling into debauchery, maybe it wasn’t wicked bad like she had been thinking. Her great-granny certainly seemed to have been having fun.

Applejack found herself feeling unsettled. While the idea of being staked out and bucked by a whole herd of stallions certainly got her juices flowing, she didn’t find the majority of her great-granny’s secret life all that arousing; not that her stupid body needed much help in the arousing department.

Applejack has assumed that what she had experienced in Caridoon was what being a sex slave was like. The idea of experiencing that sort of treatment, at the hooves of someone she actually liked had been sort of exciting. She’d certainly spent enough nights dreaming of Big Mac treating her like that, and that had been years before she’d ever heard of Caridoon.

Only then she’d met Bother, and realized she hadn’t really been a sex slave. She’d been a prisoner. And going by Bother’s behavior and the journal she had just read the life of a sex slave seemed, well, sort of, well, really, really annoying. The idea of spending the rest of her life acting like Bother, saying, “Yes Master, please Master, whatever you say, Master, I’ll just bend over this fence so you can buck this slut, Master”, did not sound like a whole lot of fun. In fact she was pretty sure it would only take a couple of days before she was fighting down the urge to kick her ‘Master’ in the balls. The thought of being in such a relationship for years, if not the rest of her life, was not a happy one.

Applejack gave a sigh and poked at the stack of journals. Say what you would about Twilight, the mare certainly didn’t lack for imagination. Pinkie Pie had said that ‘playing’ with Twilight was super extra fun because Twilight was so awesomely scary once she got going. Being the cute egghead’s slave would not be all bowing and scraping all day, all the time; of that Applejack was positive. If only Twilight been born a stallion, she’d have been perfect.

A sudden gasp from Big Mac and the sound of loud convulsive gulping from Bother had Applejack’s ears flattening against her head. She glanced over to see that Bother’s cheeks were blown out and her brother’s sperm was spraying out of her nose and from around his shaft. Mac had his head thrown back and his hands were clenched into fists as he rode the orgasmic high. A high that some female who was not her had given him.

“Dang it,” Applejack cursed softly, once again feeling jealous of Bother. Needing a distraction, she decided to check out another journal. One in particular caught her eye. This notebook was twice as thick as the last, not because it had more pages but because the pages it did have were wrinkled and rumpled showing it had been read many, many times. Either that or it have been left out in the rain. When she pulled it out of the stack it fell open in the middle, and Applejack idly scanned the first few lines expecting to read yet another entry praising the writer’s wonderful master.

I struggled as hard as I could, but the bastards pinned me down and ground my face into the dirt

“Say hay?” Applejack exclaimed as she sat up straight and pulled the journal over in front of her. Applejack leafed backward through the wrinkled pages, looking for the beginning of that interesting section. At last she found what looked like the beginning.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I don’t know if I can last that long without exploding. I’m going to write all about it here. It’s my very first scenario in our new home and I have a feeling I’m going to want a record to savor for when I’m old and grey.

Author's Notes:

Much thanks to Manifest Harmony for the Cover art and permission to use "The Clocktower Society"

I've got a link in the story to Manifest's Harmony's Society journal, But as the book Applejack looks at is a hundred and fifty years old, clearly the Twilight Velvet who wrote it is not Twilight's Mother, but maybe a great, great, grandmother? ^_^

And so we start a new story arc. Right from the very beginning I had in mind that Luna would create a training facility where my characters, and the characters of any other writer, could undergo special forces training, with an emphasis on getting comfortable with public sex and playing the part of master and slave.

The rules were fairly simple, each mare would be matched with a compatible partner. A serious thing because the nature of the Caridoon curse means that they might have to form a true life long pair bonding if they are going to have a happy life.

I toyed with the idea of Princess Cadence vetting volunteers and matching them up with their most compatible partner.

That might still happen. If it does, that will mean that Cadence and Shining Armor belong to the TCS.

Am also considering that Twilight Velvet and Night Light? Twilight's parents might also be members. I'd appreciate fan feedback on whether that is overkill.

Twilight is not a member because up till her gender transformation she had only clinical interest in the concept of sex and so neither her parents or Cadence moved to put her up for membership.

Shining Armor of course goes out of his way to not think of his baby sister as a sexual creature.^_^

Boy, is he in for a shock.

If anyone is wondering why I backtracked on Applejack and Dusk Shine and have them fumbling with their relationship. I had to. The characters simply refused to follow any other story line, and I'm not a good enough writer to force through something like that. Either the story flows on it's own, or I come down with terminal blockage.

I'm not going to dive right into the ClockTower right off the bat, will take a few chapters, and once I'm there I plan on spending a lot of time playing with the potential.

I give fair warning. Taking down King Duneyrr is not the goal of this universe, though it is something that will happen several years story time down the road. My goal from the get go was to create a universe where I could indulge in kinky BDSM play with a comic vibe. King Duneyrr and his scheming is merely the motive force that turned Equestria upside down.

While I don't really care if I ever get there, my vision of the conclusion of this story line sees Dusk Shine becoming the ruler of Caridoon, and to have this line up with his title of "The Prince of Friendship." Because he thinks that sex, no matter how kinky, is best between friends.