Big McIntosh Apple slumped backward in his personal kitchen chair. A bit of furniture that had been passed down from father to eldest son in his family for generations. It wasn’t pretty, but it was heavily built and more than sturdy enough to hold the big stallion, barely squeaking when he shifted his hips slightly. High-backed with well-worn arms it had seen many changes at the farm over the years. But Mac wondered if it had ever seen anything the like of what was going on in the kitchen at this minute.

Over to the side, his sister Applejack was sitting at the table wearing nothing but a black slave collar around her neck. She was totally immersed in reading one of a large stack of notebooks and seemed oblivious to the fact that her large breasts were laying on the top of the table as she leaned forward to read. The particular journal she was holding had been written by one of their great-aunts. The section Applejack was currently perusing detailed a birthday present their great aunt had been given soon after the family had set out to homestead the land that would one day become Sweet Apple Acres. The gift had been a sex scenario set in the old unicorn kingdom that had resulted in her being gang raped by a group of stallions who her imaginary brother had offended by raping their equally imaginary sister. She had thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

From Applejack’s flushed face and the way she was squirming on her chair it was clear to Big Mac that she was finding reading about it almost as stimulating as their aunt had doing it. It was a far stronger reaction than what she’d displayed reading a different journal earlier. It had been written by another aunt, one who enjoyed a lifestyle similar to what Bother enjoyed. Very subservient, very obedient.

This pretty much proved what Mac had already suspected. His sister had a strong liking for forced sex fantasy, and not much at the thought of being a submissive slave.

The document, and the others staked on the table in front of Applejack had been written when Sweet Apple Acres was nothing more than a land grant from Princess Celestia, and a dream held by the holders of that grant. Most of the information about that time had been passed down verbally through the generations. But it turned out that all the original homesteaders had taken the time to write down the more private details of their lives. The sort of stories you didn’t speak out loud, and only shared with adults with similar inclinations. Granny Smith had decided that Big Mac fit the bill after he sold his sister to Dusk Shine.

How she had found out about it he had no idea.

Big Mac had been shocked to his core when he’d first read the journals after Granny had given them to him three days ago. It turned out that all his ancestors had belonged to something called ‘The ClockTower Society’. In addition to homesteading the land, his family had also been charged with purging it of the chaotic magic that had resulted from the battle between Princess Celestia and her sister, Princess Luna. Purging it with earth magic fueled by constant kinky sex.

It turned out that the ClockTower Society was a place for ponies who enjoyed playing sex games that would be frowned on by the general population. Specifically in the case of his family, bondage and domination games. All his great aunts, and great grandmother, were as it turned out, the slaves and property of his great grandfather. That pony in turn took great pleasure in exercising his ownership rights by making use of their bodies in numerous ways that would not be approved of by the general run-of-the-mill pony. They were also hard-working, loving, and fiercely protective of each other and who were fully aware that the whole slave/master thing was make-believe.

Big Mac had become very familiar with those sort of sexual practices thanks to the quirks of his own personal sex-slave. It had taken her a little while to figure out how poorly educated he was, but ever since she had she’d been going to great lengths to educate him on the proper care and feeding of sex-slaves. In her own submissive way, of course.

Said sex-slave was currently kneeling under the kitchen table between Big Mac’s legs using her tongue to remove all traces of her recent blow job and his orgasm as a result of that same oral exploration. He shifted slightly in his chair as she licked and sucked on his flaccid cock in an attempt to get him hard enough to fuck her without mercy. Bother was not a big fan of mercy. At least when directed at her. Thanks in part to her upbringing in Caridoon. Ponies from that land enjoyed the same sort of sex games as his ancestors had, and all the other members of the ClockTower back in the day.

Only, unlike Caridoon, where females were enslaved for life and with no choice in the matter, the sort of slavery that the ClockTower society promoted was loving, and most important, consensual. Big Mac’s female ancestors had been his great grandfather’s willing slaves, and they had been free to end the relationship at any point if they wished. It said a lot about his ancestor that none of them had chosen to do so. Plus, it was pretty clear that they only practiced their lifestyle recreationally. After the settlement of Ponyville had commenced they had all lived a life identical to the general population, in public. In private it was very different.

Several of the journals had mentioned, near the end, how sad his great-aunts had been that their lives of total immersion into the slavery lifestyle had ended.

That was the sort of relationship Mac was trying to foster with Brother, but the small deer was having a difficult time coming to grips with the idea that she had the right to ask him to stop if what he was doing was causing her too much discomfort. Or that there was no need for her to live the life of a slave every hour of every day.

It was ironic that the means he had finally discovered to do that, from reading the books Granny had given him, had been to explain to Bother that if she would not tell him when he was being too rough, he would have to hold back, and not fuck her as hard as she wanted him to. Only by being honest about her level of discomfort could she earn his trust and allow him to fully enjoy her body instead of treating her like a fine bit of china that would break if he breathed on her too hard. In the end, it turned out that it was a safewords that turned the trick. Bother was incapable of telling him NO! or STOP!, slaves simply didn’t tell their master that. Staircase, on the other hoof was a perfectly fine word, and if Big Mac took her saying that to mean she would like him to ease back a bit, well that was his prerogative as a master.

So far it seemed to be working. The real proof would come in a few minutes when she got him hard again and he gave her the rough fuck he had promised her.

Big Mac gave his head a mental shake at his casual attitude toward the idea of violently fucking a small helpless female. No, more than that. He was actually looking forward to it. He had changed so much in the last month. For most of his adult life he had been so lost in self-loathing at his own violent sexual inclinations that he could barely bring himself to talk to a mare. The very idea of engaging in sex with another pony had sent him scampering like a frightened rabbit. He had been afraid that if he started he would not be able to control himself and would seriously hurt the mare by rutting her too hard.

That this was no longer the case was all due to Princess Luna.

When Applejack had been kidnapped by the ruler of Caridoon, one of the possible solutions proposed by Princess Luna had been for him to go into Caridoon and get her back. Princess Celestia had rejected the idea. Even after Princess Luna pointed out that as her brother and the senior male in their family, Caridoon law gave him certain rights in regard to Applejack. He could not prevent her from being a slave. But, he could select her first owner.

The plan Princess Luna had suggested would have been for him to go into Caridoon with another stallion—that they had never gotten around to selecting before Princess Celestia teleported Applejack free—and give him Applejack as his slave. Then the three of them would come home to Equestria where Applejack would be free.

Princess Celestia’s protest had stemmed from the fact that Big Mac was a good pony who the evil creatures of Caridoon would either ignore, or destroy. Princess Luna had a solution to that, one her sister refused to consider, but privately Big Mac had begged Luna to do it. She had agreed.

Princess Luna had adjusted him so he’d be able to fit into the Caridoon culture. In other words, she had turned him into a monster. Or more correctly, she had cut the mental chains that had restrained the beast that had always been inside of him.

She had used her magic to enter dreams to delve into his subconscious and remove the self-created mental blocks that prevented him from being the sort of pony his sister needed him to be. Luna had warned him of the possible consequences up front. That it might make it impossible for him to live a normal life in Equestria. He might have to be locked up as a danger to the community outside of Caridoon. He had accepted that. He had been willing to pay any price to save his sister.

Luna’s spell had worked. She had proven this by verbally goading him till he lost his temper and attacked her. Big Mac half suspected that her test had been as much for her benefit as it had been for him. She had certainly confessed the next morning to having thoroughly enjoyed his assault. Thinking back, that was his first contact with the concept of violent sexual play, and consent. Though at the time Luna’s consent had stemmed from the fact that she had not incinerated him when he had assaulted her rather than any verbal cue she had given him.

The morning after he had woken fearful that Luna’s worst consequences had happened and he’d been turned into a monster who could not be trusted around defenseless mares. But Luna had proven that was not the case when she enlisted Bother to clean the evidence of the night before from his body. One thing had led to another, but faced with the little submissive, Mac had been gentle and considerate.

It turned out that Big Mac’s protective instincts were more than enough to keep the beast at bay. But, at the same time, if the female he was with wanted it rough, he now had zero reservations about giving her exactly what she wanted. And, while they had not had a chance to test it, both he and Luna were certain that if he were confronted with a male threatening to harm Applejack, or any other female, he would react without hesitation and with extreme force.

There really was no need need to test that, actually. The whole reason he had possessed a mental block against violence was due to the fact that he had decimated six ponies who had threatened Applejack back when he was just eighteen. He had done this not in a blind red rage, but with calm cold viciousness. Princess Luna had assured him that this made him a very rare pony indeed. Hardly any pony who had not undergone extensive training was capable of such instant controlled violence. Maybe most importantly, she considered this a good thing, and argued the case so well that Big Mac could not argue with her.

Now, because of Luna’s meddling, Big Mac no longer felt guilt over being that sort of pony.

Princess Luna had been right when she said that sometimes what was needed for the job was a monster. To protect his family and friends he would walk into Caridoon and not come out until he had freed Princess Celestia’s other half from her prison, and he would do whatever it took to do that. And if he got the chance to punch King Duneyrr in the muzzle, and break all four of his limbs, after ripping out his horn, well, that would be a nice perk.

Until then he would happily rut Bother to the point where she had to beg him to go easy, and enjoy every moment of it, but he would also stop instantly when she used her safewords.

And it wasn’t just Bother he would happily rut till they begged for mercy, Big Mac thought as he continued to watch Applejack squirm on her chair while reading an account of how her great-aunt had been violated over and over in every hole by a half dozen stallions, and how they had finished by pegging her hooves to the ground behind her head so her ass was pointed straight up. They had then forced a funnel into her asshole and had urinated into it till her belly was bloated from the quantity, then just walked off and left her with the funnel still jutting from her ass.

The very next paragraph told how her master had come to free her, and how she had hugged him in gratitude for the most wonderful birthday party ever.

He could tell that Applejack had not reached that point yet. From the condition of the pages she was reading she was only about half done. That particular story was the most well-thumbed of the bunch and you just had to drop the journal on its spine for it to open up right in the middle of it. From the way Applejack was twisting and turning on her chair he figured it was only a matter of time before she snatched up the book and tried to retreat to her bedroom. Tried, because he had no intention of allowing her to do that.

This nonsense had gone on long enough. The last time Applejack had been this into self-denial had been when she almost destroyed the farm, and her reputation, by insisting she could harvest their entire apple crop all on her own while he was laid up with a busted rib. He had not had the gumption to call her on her stupidity at the time. Looking back from the perspective of his new mind-set he knew that what he should have done was haul her over his knee and wailed her ass till she saw sense.

Mind you, he thought, chuckling to himself, if he hadn’t had other considerations preventing it, a spanking now would lead to a lot more than a sore ass for his sis. By the time he was done her jaw and cunt would be every bit as sore as her ass.

His limp cock gave a twitch, earning a pleased murmur from Bother who was doing her best to get him hard. It was no wonder. The thought of rutting his sister was attractive as heck. Applejack might not be as durable as Princess Luna, but she was likely close. She was one pony he wouldn’t have to worry about breaking if he got a little carried away.

There were several things that prevented Big Mac from taking that course. The first was that Bother needed all the energy he had to spare. Given no other choice he might have tried to split his resources between the two females. It might not have been enough to keep either of them fully content and healthy, but maybe it would be enough to keep them from slipping into a sexual delirium where their only thoughts were about sex, and how to get it.

There was no need for that, however. Or rather, there shouldn’t have been. There was a perfectly viable option for Applejack. Dusk Shine had proven to Big Mac that he had the physical ability to give Applejack what she needed, and the inclination. What he was lacking was experience and the proper mind-set, and both of those could be learned. Nopony bucked a tree properly the first try after all.

The second reason was that Applejack deserved more than he could give her. He had already lost his heart to Bother and Princess Luna and while he would always love his sister, he didn’t feel the same way about her the way he did for those two. Both Luna and Bother were true submissives—Luna only when she had the chance to take time off from her duties. Their completely submissive attitude was like a balm that calmed his inner monster. They would never challenge his authority sexually, and in return he would give them exactly the sort of dominant male they wanted.

The same could not be said for Applejack. While she might try to become a sex-slave in order to blend into Caridoon society, she was never going to be a submissive one. Whoever her master ended up being he would have to deal with her ornery hide on a regular basis with a lot more patience than Big Mac was certain he could muster when he was in the mood for a good hard fuck.

Last on the list was that in Caridoon a female could not be owned by a member of her own species. An earth pony could not own an earth pony. In Caridoon not only could Applejack not be his slave, he would not be allowed to have sex with her under any circumstances. It had nothing to do with her being his sister. The same rule would apply to any earth pony mare. He wasn’t really sure how they handled breeding, but they must have some system for it. In any case, he was danged if he was going to let himself get addicted to plowing his sister’s furrow, and then be forced to go cold turkey when they slipped into Caridoon.

When that event happened, Applejack dang well needed a master who could corral her ornery hide and keep her in line and sexually sated. He was sure Dusk was that pony, but he was also sure that it was going to take time for the brand-new stallion to learn what he needed to learn. It wasn’t something he could simply start doing when they finally started the invasion of Caridoon. And that meant that his sister was going to have to buck it up and face reality.

Big Mac knew darn well that his little sis craved the sort of attention Dusk had given her three days ago. Why else would she have spent the last two days trying to goad the poor stallion into doing it again? He had tried to stand back and let the two of them sort out their problems. But Applejack was starting to show signs she was losing it. The way she was displaying zero shame over her current sexual arousal was one such example, but he had seen others. It was time he took a hand.

The first thing Big Mac had to figure out was why his sister was so set against hooking up with Dusk. He knew she wanted him. Dusk might have been oblivious to the signs, but even before Luna had dry-cleaned his brain it would have been obvious to him that Applejack had it bad for the Alicorn Stallion.

But, right now, thanks to Bother’s efforts his cock was fully erect, and he had a promise to keep, and an Apple always kept his word. He had told Bother if she got him off and then got him hard again he would give her all the cock she could take. He smiled and thought that with a bit of attention on his part, maybe he’d give her a bit more than she could handle. She wanted him to push her limits, and he was in the mood to do it.

Sweat rolled down Applejack’s forehead and into her eyes. She dashed a forelimb across her head to clear the moisture without pulling her gaze away from the journal she was reading. She clamped her thighs together and fought the urge to slip a hand under the table and into her drooling cunt. She didn’t know if what she was reading was a true to life tale or something her great-aunt had made up to keep her and her sisters warm on cold winter nights. It was certainly doing a good job of heating her up something fierce, she thought as she continued to read. So focused was she that she was all but oblivious to the sound of Bother sucking noisily on her brother’s cock under the table.

All six of the stallions took hold of my thrashing body and lifted me out of the water. Hands pawed at my body, slathering the liquid soap over every inch of my skin. They yanked my legs apart so they could reach between them. I screamed in outrage as my cunt was fingered and then invaded. A hard digit slipped between my folds and into my body.

“The little slut is wet,” the stallion who was molesting me announced with disdain.

“Course she is. Look who her brother is.”

“Yeah, he’s likely been tapping her ass regular.”

I growled around a hand that was cupping my face and tried to bite a finger. I wish I could yell out that my brother wasn’t like them. That he would never do something like that to his own sister. But I’m pretty sure that the only reason my brother hasn’t taken me has more to do with the dirt and slop I normally covered myself with as protective camouflage than with any moral qualities on his part. He was just like all the other males on my lord’s land, including my lord. To them a mare was just something to stick their dicks into when they felt the urge, it didn’t matter if she was his sister, or even his mother.

I bucked my body as a soap-covered finger was shoved up my asshole. “Damn, she’s got a tight ass. Can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock.”

“I want to stick mine down her throat. Can’t wait to see her eyes looking up at me as I fuck her pretty mouth.”

“Do it and I’ll bite it off,” I snarled.

He grabbed my jaw and squeezed. “Try it and we’ll knock out your teeth, and fuck the bloody hole,” he snarled.

“I think we should all take turns keeping the bitch quiet with our cocks. I’m not interested in anything she has to say.”

“Got that right, bro. Only thing I’m interested in hearing from her is grunts when I slam my cock up to her tonsils.”

One of the brothers positioned himself in front of me with his legs spread for balance in the thigh-high water of the pond. His stiff cock was pointing right at my muzzle. My eyes crossed as I stared at the drooling tip and for a moment there were two of them threatening my oral virtue. His hands took hold of my muzzle as he dug his thumbs into the gap between my front and rear teeth. Pain, and an involuntary spasm, caused my mouth to open wide and he slipped the big flat flange of his cock into the opening. My mouth filled with drool and the leakage from the tip of his cock. The taste was… not awful. Not that I would ever admit such a thing. I tried to force it out from between my teeth with my tongue, and when that failed tried to bite but his thumbs were still pressed deep into the side of my muzzle and any attempt to close my jaw caused blinding pain.

Thanks to his hands holding my head steady I could not look up at his face but that didn’t stop me giving his belly button a death stare. It might not have mattered to them, but it did to me. I’d resigned myself to the fact that all six of them were going to rape me; likely several times. But I wasn’t going to let it break me. Fuck them! I wasn’t even going to let them spoil sex for me. They were going to take pleasure from my body no matter what I did. So again. Fuck them! I’d just take pleasure from them as they took it from me.

The sudden screech of a heavy chair being dragged over a rough wooden floor jolted Applejack out of her immersion in the story. Heart racing, she shot upright in her seat. Glancing over at Big Mac, she saw that he had shoved his chair backward as he’d stood up and was now dragging Bother out from under the table by the arm.

Bother’s face and muzzle was smeared with her brother’s spunk, but Big Mac’s cock, which jutted out from his groin like a flagpole, had been spit polished till it glistened wetly in the candlelight.

The little doe’s hooves barely touched the floor as Big Mac spun her around and all but threw her over the back of the chair.

Applejack’s already flushed face darkened, and she turned her eyes away. She knew exactly what was about to happen and she didn’t need to be here to see it. She was already so hot and bothered that if she didn’t get some relief she was going to explode. Either that, or melt down into a puddle of mare juice. The last thing she needed to see was her brother boning Bother. She gathered up the journal she had been reading, and turned to leave.

“Applejack! Sit!” Big Mac said in an intense voice.

He hadn’t yelled, but the tone stopped Applejack dead in her hooves. Almost against her will she turned to look at her brother. Big Mac was busy tying Bother’s front limbs to the arms of his chair. But even though he wasn’t looking at her she was sure he was aware of every motion she made. There was an energy around him that sent shivers up her spine, and a trickle of moisture running down her inner thighs. She’d always had an attraction to her brother, but this was something different. If it wasn’t totally ridiculous, she’d say she was a little afraid of him at the moment. Whatever the reason, she found it impossible to disobey as she watched her brother go about the task of securing his slave. Slowly she settled back down until her bottom hit wood that was slightly sticky from the juices she’d leaked over the last little while.

Big Mac moved around behind Bother and tied her knees to the sides of his chair. This left the little doe spread wide. Her pussy gaping open so that Applejack could clearly see her inner pink flesh glistening with her arousal. Her cunt winked, pulsing in invitation as Bother’s pelvic muscles spasmed with tension. The deer’s breath was coming in sharp hard pants and her pupils were so dilated that her eyes looked like pools of ink. Despite the doe’s obvious arousal Applejack found it incredible that her brother could contemplate trying to shove his oversized cock into that tiny hole.

“You’re making me look bad, Applejack,” Big Mac said out of the blue as he stood up and slapped Bother on the ass. The doe jerked and let out a desperate mewl of need.

Applejack gave her brother a dumbfounded look. “I’m making you look bad?” she said incredulously. “I’m not the pony who’s about to stick my dick in a tied-up helpless sex-slave.”

“I’m keeping my word. More’n I can say for you. Promised Bother I’d fuck her hard if she was a good slut and was honest with me. She was. More than you’re doing.” Big Mac gave his head a sorrowful shake. “Never thought I’d see the day when you’d break your given word.”

Anger shoved Applejack’s arousal onto the back burner as she retorted, “I ain’t never broke my word in all my born days!”

Big Mac took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip up and down Bother’s ass crack, making sure to collect lots of lubrication from the deer’s dripping pussy as he slipped the big flange between her labia.

The little doe squirmed and pushed back as best she could given her helpless situation. After a few seconds of this Big Mac said, “You told the Prince and me that if he proved he was stallion enough to fix what ails you, you’d agree to be his slave. He did, and you didn’t say nothing against it when I sold him to you. Fact is, you seemed plum happy about it. But when he comes by the next day to pick up his property, you go and tell him you changed your mind.”

“That was jest a game,” Applejack protested with some heat.

“Really?” Big Mac asked as he leaned forward and pressed the oversized flange of his cock up against Bother’s cunt. The spongy flesh compressed as he pressed forward and Bother gave a shrill cry as it popped inside her body. Her breathing increased as her mouth opened wide to allow her to get enough air to fuel her rapidly beating heart.

“Get ready, little darling,” Big Mac said in a soothing voice, and then slammed his hips forward. The chair Bother was tied to went up on it’s front legs as Mac’s cock surged into her body. With a grunt, Mac bottomed out, his big balls swinging forward to slap against the top of Bother’s twat. The doe’s mouth was wide open in a silent scream as she panted heavily from the trauma of suddenly being filled with so much stallion meat.

“Prince seemed to think it was real,” Mac said in a casual, if slightly breathless voice, as he soaked his cock inside Bother’s spasming cunt. “Went to the bank with me the next day, deposited the bits in the farm’s account.”

Applejack felt like she’d been gut punched. What the fuck had Big Mac and Twilight been thinking? She’d never pay off an obligation like that, unless. “Tell me it’s all still there,” she demanded of her brother.

Big Mac took a good firm grip on Bother’s slim hips and drew his cock out of her pussy. The tight flesh wrapped around his shaft until it looked like her insides were trying to become her outsides. He drew back out of her till his flange made Bother’s pubic mound bulge outward, and then pushed back insider her with another furious thrust. “Eenope. Paid off all the farm’s outstanding loans. Ordered the new equipment we’ve been needing for a coon’s age. Most all of it gone, but the farm’s on solid ground. Don’t owe nothing to nopony. And got enough left over to see us secure for a year or more, even with bad crops.”

Bother was breathing heavily, her mouth open wide as she panted. But it was nothing compared to Applejack who was on the verge of hyperventilating. She felt light headed. This wasn’t possible. How could Big Mac do this? Bad enough to owe money to the bank. But to owe it to Twilight. You didn’t borrow money from a friend. Least not unless it was for something right that moment, like the last apple muffin at Sugarcube Corner, and you planned to pay it back the very next day. “What have you done, Big Mac? We-uns can’t pay Twilight back. Least not unless we sell the farm.”

Big Mac gave her a puzzled look even as his hips continued to rock back and forth, jaring Bother with each inward thrust. “Don’t see what you’re so fussed about. We don’t owe the prince nothing. He gave me money, I gave him you.”

“You can’t sell a pony, Big Mac,” Applejack protested. She couldn’t understand why he was being so casual about this.

“Can in Caridoon,” Mac said in a matter of fact tone as he continued to rail Bother.

“We ain’t in Caridoon!” Applejack snapped.

“You given up on going back in?”

“Of course not! I owe Princess Celestia.”

“There you go then,” Big Mac said as if that settled the argument. All the time he was talking he kept up a steady rhythm with his hips, fucking Bother fast and hard. The little doe was lost in a sexual delirium as her body was jarred back and forth on top of the chair back.

Applejack wanted to scream at how dense her brother was being. “Don’t matter what they all do in Caridoon. We uns live in Equestria, and you can’t sell a pony to another pony. Besides. Twilight ain’t a stallion. Not for real.”

“So it’d be okay if he was a for real stallion.”

“Yes, no! Of course not! Dang you, Big Mac. You’ve got me all turned around.”

“Okay, just tell me one thing. No matter what any pony says or does, you are bound and determined to sneak back into Caridoon.”

“Ain’t I already said that a dozen time already?”

Big Mac ignored that and continued with his point. “And when you’re there you plan on acting just like the ponies who live there?”

“We’ve been over this again and again, Big Mac. Yes, I’m going to act just like a stupid cock sucking bimbo. If that’s what it takes to save Princess Celestia than that’s what I’m going to do.”

“You think Twilight is going to let you go alone? Even if she has to go in as a mare with you? You think she can pretend to be a stupid cock sucking bimbo?”

Applejack already had her next bit of argument lined up, but that gave her pause. Of course Twilight would insist on going in with her. Applejack shuddered at the thought. There was no way Twilight could pass as a sex-slave, and King Duneyrr had already proven that he had a defense against Alicorns. The only reason Princess Celestia was still, sort of, free, was because she had reached in from outside the country to save her. As a result it had only been her magical mana, or so Luna said, that had been sucked up into the trap. “Twilight can’t go. We can’t let Duneyrr get his hands on another alicorn. And don’t go saying it would be different if she went in as a stallion. She’ll still be an alicorn.”

“Course it would make a difference. You should talk with Bother a bit more,” Big Mac said, giving the doe he was fucking a playful swat on the rump.

“This slut would be happy to talk. If that is what master wants this slut to do,” Bother gasped, her voice stuttering due to the way her body was being filled and emptied over and over again.

“Tell Applejack what would happen to a stallion in Caridoon. Could the king capture him like he did Princess Celestia?”

It was a bit hard to tell, seeing as how Bother’s expression was all twisted up from the pleasure of being reamed hard by her Master, but it certainly looked like she was horrified at the idea.

“That could never happen, Master! If he treated a male the same as a female his men would abandon him.

“Masters fight and kill each other all the time, but they never enslave another master. To enslave another master would be as bad as killing a female. Well, almost. To kill a female is the worst crime in the world. There is no other crime that is so bad. If his men found out that King Duneyrr tried to kill the sun-butt slut they would revolt against him for sure. He would be banished to the wilderness and left to die a horrible death because no female would serve his needs.”

Bother’s explanation was interspersed with many grunts and gasps as Big Mac continued to fuck his thick cock in and out of her tiny cunt with great force.

Now that Big Mac had included Bother in their discussion Applejack blurted out, “Don’t it bother you at all, Bother? My brother fucking you while he talks to me?” What she didn’t add was how much it disturbed her, mostly because she had to work hard not to imagine herself in Bother’s current situation.

“Oh, no. This slut is not bothered at all by that. It makes this slut remember the good times back home. It was always good when the masters had time to chat and gossip while they were using this slut and her friends. It meant they did not have to rush to get to a job or something else. And it was the best way for this slut to hear what was happening in other places. The sluts were kennelled away from the outside world. The only way we sluts learned anything was by listening to the masters talk.”

Applejack was appalled at Bother’s comment, not just because of what it said about the deer’s former life, but because she found herself actually becoming even more aroused than she already was at the thought of being used so casually by lots and lots of males.

She really wished she could blame it on the taint in her blood, but the sad truth was that she’d had wet-dreams not too far from that sort of situation more than once long before she’d been kidnapped.

“Lets cut to the chase,” Big Mac said. He leaned over Bother so he could take hold of the lip of the kitchen table. Bracing himself he began to plow Bother with long hard strokes that rocked the chair she was secured to back and forth on it’s legs. Bother’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head and drool started trickling out of her open mouth as her body began to tremble and shake from orgasm after orgasm.

“Fergit Caridoon. Fergit your taint. Just answer me this honestly,” Big Mac grunted out, as his face took on a strained expression. “The last three days you spent telling the Prince you didn’t need him, while flipping your tail and shaking your ass in his face. Did you want him to use his magic to pin you down and rape the hell out of your slut ass?” The last bit came out in a low growl as Big Mac slammed himself deep into Bother, his medial ring pushing itself past her overstrained flesh. His ass clenched and he blasted a huge load of ball produce straight into her belly. Even folded over the chair as she was, Bother’s flat belly swelled slightly as her body struggle to contain the contents of Mac’s balls.

Applejack had barely managed to process Big Mac’s question when he orgasmed. Her first warning that something was wrong was a warm tingling feeling over the surface of her skin. It was similar in some ways to what she felt when she was in close contact with a unicorn magic. Then a wash of heat flowed over her that seemed to go right through her body. She’d been aroused and on the edge of relief for what felt like hours, and this sudden wave of magic pushed her over the edge. She gave a cry as an orgasm shuddered through her entire body, centered on her cunt. Her pelvis clenched again and again, and each time it did a wave of unbearable pleasure radiated out from her core and encompassed her entire body. She fell to her knees and her hands went between her spread legs. She thrust her fingers into her twat, and soaked them in her natural lubrication. Pulling her fingers free she rubbed the top of her cunt furiously, trying to scratch the itch that was her clit.

Time lost all meaning to Applejack. She knelt back on her heels with her head tossed back and her muzzle pointed toward the ceiling. Drool dribbled out of her open muzzle and she furiously frigged herself. The only thing she could think of was pleasuring herself. But no matter how hard she rubbed, or how many orgasms sent her body into shuddering spasms, she couldn’t seem to find relief. She needed more, she needed something else. She needed a cock. Oh, Celestia, did she need cock. No, lots of cock. She needed one buried in her cunt, in her ass, down her throat. She needed to feel stallions mauling her body with their calloused hands, holding her down helpless while they had their way with her.

Rough work-hardened hands cupped Applejack’s face gently. “Sorry, sorry,” Big Mac murmured in a calming voice. The frantic need Applejack was feeling retreated slightly. Enough at least to allow her to draw in a great ragged breath and gain at least some control over herself.

“Huh? Wha? Big Mac? What happened?” Applejack said in a strained voice. Her body felt like she’d just spent an entire week working her tail off without any sleep. And she knew from experience just what that felt like.”

“Read in great-grandpa’s journal that there was a way to share pleasure with nearby mares when you’re fucking one if they were in tune with you and your partner. Didn’t think it would work so gosh darn good,” Big Mac said as he eased her up onto her hooves.

In a worried tone Mac said, “No good for fixing what ails you though, just makes you feel what Bother and me were. Can’t help keep your taint at bay. Bother says only cure for that is cum straight from a male’s cock. And, I think the taint makes the spell I tried go bad. Nothing in great grandpa’s journal said anything about the other mares having fits.”

Stumbling with each step, Applejack let Mac lead her, not really being aware of his destination until he settled himself down onto his personal chair. She could not help but notice his spunk slimed cock lying flaccid between his legs. She felt a bit jealous of Bother for getting to reduce it to that state. Speaking of which. “Where’s Bother?” Applejack asked in a bleary voice as she looked around the kitchen.

“Put her to bed. Poor thing was right tuckered right out.”

“How long was I… like that?” Applejack asked as she regained her focus.

“Too long. You’ve gone and let yourself go too far without letting the Prince tend to you,” Mac said in a stern voice.

“Not a Prince,” Applejack mumbled half-heartedly. Her resistance was currently low, and the ache between her legs refused to let her ignore how much she wanted another session with Twilight’s cock. Seeing as it seemed her brother wasn’t going to be able to oblige her. At least Big Mac had forgotten about his question from earlier.

“You never answered me. Tell me honest. Were you hoping that the Prince would hold you down and fuck you bowlegged each time he came to see you? Or were you just lifting your tail at him to be mean?”

There was a stern note in Big Mac’s voice that sent a shiver down Applejack’s spine. That, and the fact that she was too weary, and too fucking horny, to try and weasel around his question, lead to her answering him rather bluntly.

“Dang tootin’ I want Twilight to fuck me again. She’s so dang strong. I’m not sure even Princess Celestia, with all her power, could face off against her if Twilight was so minded to take the fight to her. That’s scary as all heck, but at the same time, I’d trust her with my life. She could do anything at all to me she wanted, and I’d not have a lick of a chance to stop her. Only she wouldn’t. She won’t use her power against other ponies. So how the fuck can she give me what I want? You saw her when she came the last three days. She was sporting that great big boner in her pants, but she wouldn’t say boo. No matter how much I waved my ass in her face.”

“Might be you should talk to the colt?” Big Mac suggested. “‘Dusk Shine’ might surprise you I reckon.”

“I know Twilight, she ain’t got a bad bone in her body,” Applejack retorted, stubbornly refusing to call her friend by her made-up stallion name.

“Now right there I’m thinking is your problem. You think it takes a bad pony to do that sort of thing to a mare. And you ain’t going to give a bad pony the time of day, so you are all sorts of messed up. Ain’t no way you can see yourself getting the rutting you want, cause ain’t no pony worth knowing can do it.”

“Well! Ain’t that the way of it?”

“Enope. Looks like you didn’t pay enough attention to what our family got up to back in the day.” Big Mac gestured at the journals spread over the table top.

“All that proves is our great grandpa was lower than a snake’s belly. The things he did to those poor mares was a crying shame,” Applejack said with some heat.

Big Mac gave his head a shake. “I swear, you are the most stubborn pony I know, Applejack. I know I gave you that there ClockTower book. Didn’t you read it?”

“Jest a little bit. What it said about safewords. Like that one, staircase, that Bother used to stop you whipping her ass. Didn’t see much point reading about some freaky club that likely gone turned to dust a coon’s age ago.”

“Might be so. But if’n you’d read the whole thing, you’d have seen it sets our rules for ponies like our kin folk who like to get a mite more frisky than regular ponies. Jest like the sort of games we played the other night in the barn. If’n you’d read it you’d have seen that it sets things out so no pony could take advantage of another pony, less she wanted him to. And then it fixed things up so she could cry quit and tap out any time she darn well pleased. I purely wish they were still around. Have a feeling they’d be able to settle this thing between you and Dusk Shine quick as a wink.”

Applejack gave her head a rueful shake. “Have a hard time believing any pony would say alright to the stuff that happened in that there book,” she said, pointing at the journal she had just read.

“Seems to me that you just out and out confessed your own self that you had a hankering for that sort of thing.”

Applejack could not help flushing at her brother’s words. But, what he had said did sound a mite interesting. She looked over at the book she’d tossed aside after having only read a page or so. “So you’re saying this society was some sort of pervert club. Where ponies who had urges most ponies don’t, could go and play.”

“Think like it was a whole heck more than that. But that’s about the long and short of it. Thing to think on is this, even if they ain’t around nomore, what they talked about sure seems to make a lot of sense looking at the fix we uns have got ourselves into.”

“You’re saying that Twilight—Dusk—and me. We could have the sort of pretend thing that our kin folk had?”

Big Mag gave a long sigh. “Eyep. Jest like that. Don’t see no never reason why you should try to turn yourself and some other stallion into folks like the ones in Caridoon. Ain’t what Princess Luna’s got in mind, I can tell you that. All we uns need to do is make them think we’re the same sort as they are. We don’t really have to be,” he finished, hammering home his point.

Applejack looked thoughtful, but not fully convinced. He had a pretty good idea that she was trying to figure out how to ignore everything he had said. Big Mac wasn’t surprised. She tended to hold onto her first thoughts on pony or things harder than a dog with a bone. In some ways she was sort of like a mule in the old joke. The first thing you need to do is get her attention...

Big Mac suddenly smiled as the knowledge of what he had to do clicked into place. He’d been trying to figure out why his sister had been behaving the way she was, when all the time it was staring him straight in the teeth. She couldn’t bring herself to admit she needed help, especially such personal help. He could talk at her all day and it would do no good. He knew that now. She was so locked into the idea that Dusk was making this huge sacrifice that she couldn’t see the apples for the trees. That for him there was no sacrifice involved. In fact he’d have no trouble at all believing that Dusk was at home agonizing over taking advantage of Applejack’s condition. He couldn’t do anything about Dusk, not directly. Fortunately that was not the case with his sister. He knew just how to break her out of her self-inflicted state of denial. It was the same way Granny used to set Applejack and him straight when they were just foals.

Faster than Applejack could react to Big Mac snaked out his arm and curled it around her body before yanking her over his lap.

“What the hay do you think you’re doing, Big Mac?” Applejack screeched.

“That’s a dang silly question,” Big Mac answered as he swatted Applejack’s ass with his calloused hand.

“Stop that!”

“Sure will, just as soon as you say, Staircase.” Big Mac said, giving her other ass cheek a swat.

“Dang! Stop it! What the Tartarus are you jibber jabbering about?”

“Now I know you know what I’m talking about. Think.” Big Mac put a bit more effort into his next swat and the crack of his hand hitting Applejack’s firm rump echoed off the kitchen walls.

“Ouch! Dang it! Okay, okay. It’s that safe word thingy from that book you gave me.”

“That’s right. You just say that word and I’ll stop. Course, if you want me to keep going, you can tell me to stop or quit it or cut it out. If you’d read the whole book you’d have learned that that safeword and the other ones are so ponies who like the idea of playing at being forced can yell and beg and plead as much as they want and not have the other pony stop. But if they really do want it to stop, they can use that word, or one of the other ones.” All the time he’d been talking Big Mac had been spanking Applejack’s rapidly redding posterior, timing his swats to interrupt her everytime she started to speak. Having had his say, he paused with his hand resting on his sister’s ass.

“This ain’t fair,” Applejack said in a faint voice. Her mane had fallen forward and concealed her face and she was slumped limply over her brother’s knee.

Big Mac gave a relieved sigh. As sure as he’d been that he was right this had been a gamble. “Sure’s it fair. You can stop this right this minute. Just say the word.” He lifted his hand and let it hover in the air over Applejack’s ass for a few seconds, giving her a chance to speak up.

“Okay, you’ve made your point. I’ve been a foal about this. Time to bite the apple. You can let me go now.”

Big Mac grinned. “Wrong words,” he said.

“Wait. What? Oh, come on, you can’t be serious. I said you’re right. What more do you want?”

“Well, tanning your nice firm ass for one,” Big Mac said as he dropped his hand like an anvil. Keeping up a steady pace with his spanking Big Mac declared in a commanding tone, “This is the way it’s going to be, slut. I’m your brother. Prince Dusk Shine paid a fair price for you. You’re making me look powerful bad not living up to what you agreed. So, I’m going to punish you like the slut you are. When I’m done, you’re going to march into town and into the palace and give your owner that Society book. You git that?”

“Yes, master. This slut understands.” Applejack said meekly, with a hint of a laughter. She squirmed on her brother’s lap, grinding her groin against his flaccid, and over-sensitive, cock.

Big Mac bit back a whimper and swatted her a good one.

“Do you think the evil Prince will spank me like this?”

Once again Big Mac let his hand come to rest on his sister’s ass. He gently massaged her sore gluteus as he coughed to clear the laughter out of his throat. He couldn’t quite suppress it as he said, “Up to him. He’s owns your ass. He can whip it, or fuck it. His choice.”

“Twil...Dusk is going to be a be a mite surprised when I walk in with that book. Think he can pull it off? This whole pretending thing?” Applejack asked, a touch of worry replacing the earlier giggles.

“I reckon. He’s a quick learner,” Big Mac said as he lifted his hand and resumed chastising his little sis.

“Dang it!” Applejack said, as her ass threatened to cumbust. “You just wait, Big Mac. You’re going to get yours.”

“Counting on it,” her brother said, as he felt his cock start to stir.

Author's Notes:

This was a really hard chapter. I made the mistake of trying to make things believable. It's not really needed at this point in the story. If you have read this far you clearly enjoy the concept and don't really have a problem with Applejack becoming Dusk Shine's personal 'his little pony' toy. Or if you do, you really should have spoken up in the comment section before now.

Seriously. I do listen to comments, and suggestions. A bit of fan participation would likely speed chapter release.

Next chapter Applejack finally makes it to the castle,