Applejack was positive that everypony in town was looking at her as she trotted down the main street with a slight hitch in her stride. Her ass twinging with every step she took as she headed for Twilight’s palace. She was sure everypony she passed was noticing just how bruised and flushed her sitter was. Aided by the fact that she was near on as naked as the day she’d been born.

The last time she’d walked through town without a stitch on she’d only just started growing boobs. She’d told her friends at the time that it was merely a matter of convenience. She was a working pony and she needed the extra protection for her tender bits offered by good sturdy work clothing. The truth was far different. She’d simply been self-conscious of the changes happening to her body—specifically her teats that were soon among the biggest in town—which had led to much teasing from her peers. That was also when some of her less friendly friends had started making cow references. She’d started wearing shirts and pants as a regular thing after that, at least when she visited town. Now the only thing she was wearing was her hat, and a pair of saddlebags tossed over her shoulder. Oh, and Dusk Shine’s collar around her neck and a small silver bell her big brother had supplied woven into the tip of her tail. Even though she told herself that they couldn’t, part of her was sure everypony who saw them knew exactly what the collar and bell implied.

She tried to tell herself that it wasn’t like she was the only one prancing around in the all-together. The ponies of Ponyville had never bought into the whole big city attitude toward clothing. At least half the stallions and the majority of the mares she passed were just as bare as she was, if not more so. It didn’t do any good. Mostly because the whole embarrassing experience was turning her on something fierce. If she didn’t get to Twilight’s castle soon she’d be winking at everypony in town and letting them know just what sort of a horny slut she had become.

She cursed her big brother halfheartedly. He hadn’t held back when he’d spanked her for being such a stubborn idjit. But that was only the half of that. Halfway through the spanking his cock had stiffened up and she’d spent the last of her punishment feeling it grinding against her belly. By the time he had finished applying his calloused hand to her aching butt she had convinced herself that he was going to bend her over the kitchen table and scratch her itch. He hadn’t. Instead he had made her stand there while he wrote a letter to Prince Dusk Shine, and sealed it in an envelope before pretty much ordering her to give it to Dusk first thing when she arrived at the castle.

She had no idea what he’d written, but she feared that it might, among other things, lead to her being pulled over Dusk Shine’s lap for another spanking. Instead of feeling outrage at the idea her ass and pussy, clenched at the thought of being draped over Dusk’s legs while he smacked her already sore sitter.

While her taint was having more and more of an effect on her, Applejack was still self-aware enough to realize that she wasn’t behaving in anything close to her normal way. She should have gotten into a raging argument over her brother’s high-hoofed behavior. Instead she’d found being ordered around and treated like a brainless slut arousing. It was frightening. More so than anything else about her situation. How far would it go? Would it get to the point where she was all but mindless? A bimbo whose only thought was the next cock she could suck? Applejack shuddered. She didn’t want to lose herself to the taint.

Bother hadn’t really been able to tell them if what was happening to her was normal. She’d never known a female who had gone more than a couple of days without being fucked, including herself. All she could say was that it was a very bad thing for a female to go too long without cock. Not as bad as it was for males who didn’t have access to pussy, mind you. It could be lethal for them. But still pretty bad. Applejack was starting to think she’d discovered what that bad was, besides the constant state of need that at times threatened to make her knees buckle. Her free will seemed to be eroding. How long before it was totally gone and she was a mindless bimbo? Already she found it nearly impossible to disobey a dominate male like her brother. She’d only put up a token struggle when he’d dragged her over his lap. And now, when she should have been by all rights cursing Big Mac to the high hills for spanking her like a foal, the only outrage she could muster was over the fact that he hadn’t stuck his cock into her afterwards.

If she had been inclined toward self-denial of her behavior, what she was doing right now would have made that impossible. Her current state of dress was the result of a direct order from Big Mac. An order she hadn’t even considered disobeying. After all, he had explained when he had instructed her, once they made it into Caridoon, walking around in her bare skin was going to be the least of it. She’d be down on her knees sucking Dusk’s cock in full public view, or bent over a fence railing while her master, or some other male, plowed her pasture. Compared to that a little stroll down main street with her teats waving in the breeze was small potatoes. Why, if she was in Caridoon she’d likely not made it ten steps before some male pushed her down on a fucking station and started rutting her.

Applejack had a sneaking suspicion that Big Mac had been trying to scare her out of her intent to go back into Caridoon. If that was his intent it was failing thanks to her current condition. Just thinking about how she was forced to obey her brother and the sort of things she’d have to endure in Caridoon was causing a trickle of moisture to run down her inner thigh. She felt her nipples tightening and swelling in reaction to that sensation and the idea that her arousal must be obvious to the Ponies she was sharing the road with. She cursed herself. If only she hadn’t been so fucking stubborn for the last three days, things would not have come to this point.

She gave a bitter laugh. Talk about your catch 22, only by submitting to her new nature could she retain her free will and ability to give informed consent for Dusk to do anything he wanted to her body, as long as he did lots of it.

With that thought Applejack quickened her pace. Difficult as it was to retain, she did still have her free will. She could tell Dusk to fuck himself if she wanted. Not that she wanted. Oh, buck, she needed to feel him inside her. But, while part of that was her taint, a good part of it was also honest attraction. She’s always loved Twilight, as one of her very best friends. Him being a smoking hot stallion now had just opened up new ways that love could be expressed. She’d been denying it because she didn’t want Dusk to feel obligated to stay in the wrong gender. Now she had a good reason to accept what Dusk was offering. The last thing she wanted to do was present Dusk with a situation where he would have to fuck a mindless slut whose only interest in him was his cock. When he fucked her, she wanted him to be fucking her.

Applejack heaved a sigh of relief as she arrived at Dusk’s castle and slipped inside. Her skin twitched and she was sure that a pressure lifted from her. A pressure caused by hundreds of eyes watching her every move.

Inside the castle, Applejack ignored how it seemed far bigger on the inside than the outside. Familiarity had bred acceptance of the palace’s quirks. It was a magic castle, it went with the territory. It did make finding your way around a bit tricky at times, and could be a real bear when you were trying to find somepony and had no idea where they might be. She’d spent entire afternoons trying to locate Twilight in the past. This time however she had a pretty good idea where Dusk Shine would be at this time of the day. If he kept to the same habits he had as a female he would’ve likely rolled into bed an hour or so ago. If he was not there, he would likely be passed out in his secure lab. The one where Twilight had run experiments that were a might hazardous to a pony’s continued health and well being. Or in this case, were Dusk ran experiments that were not suitable for the eyes of any foal who might stumble into the lab.

Applejack flushed and felt her body heat as she thought some of the experiments Pinkie Pie had described. Was she about to find herself strapped down over a sawhorse sort of thing with an electric probe stuck up her ass and another in her cunt?

Applejack walked down a hallway lined with doors, all but one of them had a Cutie Mark over the top. The exception had a motif made up of purple dragon scales. Like the chairs in the throne room, the castle had created suites for Twilight and her six closest friends. Applejack had never made use of her suite, at least not to sleep in. She had, however, not been able to resist trying out the bathtub that was almost big enough to swim in. And more than big enough for two ponies to share, even if they were being a bit frisky.

She was thinking of the possibilities of good clean dirty fun when the closest door slammed open and hit the wall, just missing her muzzle. A second later a large purple dragon plowed into her. Applejack found her breasts squashed up against a surprisingly broad and heavily muscled chest while her forehead butted up against a draconic chin. The impact nearly knocking her back on her ass.

Applejack took hold of Spike’s shoulders to steady both of them. At the same time she could not help but think that a mere month ago it would not have been her forehead his muzzle would have banged into. Considering her current state of dress, and arousal, that would have been more than a little embarrassing. Thank goodness for ridiculous draconic growth spurts.

“Woah up there, Spike. What’s the rush, sweetpea?” Applejack asked as she pushed back from the large drake. She looked up slightly to meet his eyes, only to find that they were focused below her chin. Dang, he really was growing up. She ducked slightly to come into his line of sight.

Spike’s face turned dark purple as he wrenched his gaze away from Applejack’s tits and lifted his chin slightly so he was looking at her eyes instead of her swollen nipples. “Sorry, Applejack,” he blurted. “I just stopped by to pick up a few supplies before heading back out.”

Sure enough the dragon had a pack half his size strapped to his back. “Sure you got enough?” Applejack asked out of reflex, while at the same time wanting to end this conversation so she could hurry to Dusk’s room.

“Oh, sure. Sure do. Well, got to be going. Nice talking to you,” Spike said hurriedly as he inched around Applejack and headed down the hall. Just before he was out of sight he looked back over his shoulder and muttered. “Dang, is Applebloom going to grow a set like that? Hot damn, I hope so.”

Applejack was far too preoccupied with her own concerns to take note of what Spike had said. She had already put the encounter with the young dragon from her mind and was focusing down the hallway to where the door to Dusk’s bedroom could be seen. It was a few yards further away from the next to last door in the hall as Dusk’s suite was practically a mansion all on it’s own.

The pool in Applejack’s suite might be nearly big enough to swim in, but you could do laps in Dusk’s. And his bed was big enough to hold him and and all the rest of them at the same time. Not that Twilight ever used it. She’d picked up a much more sensible single sized bed and installed it at the base of the huge crystal edifice that the castle had supplied along with the room. That bed was not going to be nearly big enough, Applejack thought, imagining herself romping on the master bed with Dusk.

The only romping up till now on Dusk’s big bed had been when Apple Bloom and her friends had tested it out for bounciness. It had been very bouncy, Applejack recalled.

Applejack had barely taken two steps past Spike’s room when the door to Rarity’s suite opened and Pinkie Pie came bouncing out. The party pony was totally naked, and her body was covered in thin red welts. Applejack looked frantically for someplace to hide but outside of a small side table between Spike and Rarity’s room there was not a single place to conceal herself. The narrow pussy-high table wouldn’t even hide her ass, let alone the rest of her. Pinkie pie spotted her and Applejack slumped slightly knowing that she was once again going to be delayed. She could only hope that Pinkie Pie wouldn’t decide to throw a, Thank goodness Applejack finally came to her senses party.

Applejack had her eyes closed in resignation. Which was why she was taken totally by surprise when she felt her shoulders grabbed tightly. She opened her eyes to find Pinkie staring into her eyes from only inches away. The pink pony had a look of utter fear and terror on her face.

Shaking Applejack hard enough to cause her ponytail to bounce, Pinkie blurted out in a voice filled with horror, “Run, run. Run for your life. Get out of here before it’s too late.”

Behind Pinkie, Rarity emerged from her room. As usual she was fully dressed, wearing a simple light blue dress that complimented her mane and tail. She had a languid expression of content on her face and her eyes were half-lidded as she used a hand-brush held in her magic to brush out the tail she had pulled around in front of her.

“No, it’s too late!” Pinkie cried in despair. She darted behind Applejack and cowered while crying out. “She’s a monster! A monster I tell ya! The horror, the horror! Oh the ponyanity!”

Rarity glanced up from her tail. When she spotted the farm pony her expression shifted through a gamut of emotions. Surprise, happiness, suspicion, and finally, annoyance.

“‘Sugar Free,’ Pinkie Pie,” Rarity said without taking her eyes off of Applejack.

“Aww, really? But we were having so much fun. You are the scariest scary pony ever,” Pinkie mourned as a little of the curl came out of her mane and tail. As she finished talking she looked around hastily and then said in a hoarse whisper. “But don’t tell Duskie. He tries real hard.”

“Of course not. I would never dream of doing so, darling. But you really should go and wash up. You don’t want to have the Cakes rushing you to see Nurse Redheart when you show up at Sugarcube Corner.”

Pinkie looked down at her bare body, and the numerous red welts that decorated it. Her large breasts in particular were criss crossed with so many red stripes that you could barely see her natural pink coloration. “Oooh, yeah, you’re right. I’ll go wash up right away.” The party pony bounced down the hallway and through the door to her own suite.

“As you may have deduced, Applejack, dear. Both Pinkie and I have elected to move into the rooms the castle created for us. The better to be near by so we can support our master, Prince Dusk Shine.”

“Master? Ain’t you taking this a bit too seriously, Rarity?” Applejack replied as she shifted to the side with the intent of trotting around the fashionista. “You and Pinkie ain’t like me. You don’t have to do this.”

Rarity placed her hands on her chest and exclaimed dramatically, “Of course we don’t have to dear sweet Applejack. We want to.”

“Say what now?”

Rarity shook her head in mock dismay. “Dear, sweet, sweet, Applejack. Haven’t you figured it out yet? Pinkie Pie and I enjoy this new relationship we have with each other and with the prince. I have not felt this stimulated in months. Ideas for new types of courtiour are fairly bursting from my mind. And Pinkie Pie has never sparkled brighter.”

As annoyed as Applejack was at Rarity delaying her, she felt a sudden surge of happiness at Rarity’s words. She’d never tell the fussy pony so, but having her there in the barn four days ago had been a huge comfort. The fact that Rarity and Pinkie Pie both seemed to enjoy being dominated in sexual play had made her feel a lot less uncomfortable about her own predilections. It was amazing how knowing you weren’t the only perverted freak in town could be such a comfort.

Not all her thoughts were grateful, however. It was hypocritical of her; seeing as how she was the one who’d barred the gate to Dusk, but she was a bit annoyed at the stallion for fucking the hell out of Pinkie Pie and Rarity while she was slowly going crazy for lack of a good rutting. “So, y’all have been having lots of fun playing with Dusk’s magic wand?” she said in a sarcastic tone.

“His magic wand? Oh. How drole of you. As to that. You have no idea, Darling. Well, no, I suppose you do at that. Not that Pinkie Pie and I have had a chance to play with it these last few days. The foolish stallion insists on saving all his reserves for when you finally come to your senses. Poor dear can barely walk straight. I imagine his new stallion bits are giving him a great deal of discomfort. What with all that pent up vigor backing up on him.”

“Wait, whoa up there, Rarity. You mean to tell me Dusk ain’t been dipping his wick in your oil?”

“If you are trying to ask if he has been servicing Pinkie Pie and I, then the answer is alas, no.”

Feeling lighter on her hoofs than she had in days, Applejack turned her back on Rarity and trotted toward Dusk’s bedroom door. Dusk had been saving himself for her? It was stupid of him, but so like him as well. He certainly deserved a reward for it.

Applejack only made it two steps before she drawn up short by Rarity’s magic field. It enveloped her entire body and stopped her dead in her hooves.

Applejack found herself trapped in place, unable to even twitch an eye. It was an amazing display of control and power on Rarity’s part.

If Applejack hadn’t been so surprised she would have smirked. So much for King Duneyrr and his claims of male superiority. Not to mention his own boasts about his personal prowess. He’d needed a half dozen big minions and a lot of rope to secure Applejack as well as Rarity had down with a mere thought. But that figured. When you came right down to it he wasn’t nothing more than a bully who made himself bigger by trying to make other ponies think they were small and of no matter.

Rarity might have more than a few bad points, but one thing she wasn’t was a bully. Well, unless she took it into her mind to play dress up with you. But even then she honestly tried to fit her design to match the pony she was dressing up. She didn’t try to change the pony to match the dress.

Applejack tried shifting a single hoof. She felt a slight give to the magic field, enough to make her think she could likely burst free if she really tried hard enough. But she found herself reluctant to do so. As horny as she was, and as much as she wanted to get to get to Dusk to take care of that, she wanted to find out why Rarity had done this. It wasn’t just bad manners, it was actually illegal for a unicorn to do this to another pony against their will. Unless there was a very good reason. It was no different in the eyes of the law than if Applejack were to coldcock a pony with her hooves to keep them from going somewhere. But just like Applejack would never charge Pinkie with assault for her frequent full body hugs, she was not about to bring the law into this situation. Besides, unlike the ropes Duneyrr had used to bind Applejack, Rarity’s magic was like a warm blanket enveloping her body. It was funny. She was helpless, but at the same time felt safe and secure. It brought back memories of being tucked tightly into bed when she was just a little foal.

She tried to move again, gently pushing this time with her whole body against the magic. Not in an attempt to escape, but purely to savor the feelings being trapped invoked. She was as stuck as a fly in the honey pot. Relaxing, she waited to hear Rarity’s explanation. At the same time she vowed that if it were a lecture on going out in public without being properly dressed, a certain white Unicorn was going to find out her magic was no match for an angry earth pony. And right after that she’d find her pristine blemish free rump turning rosy red.

“My, don’t you look tasty enough to eat. Thoroughly basted and so well done too,” Rarity purred as she ran a hand over Applejack’s bruised posterior.

Applejack’s hide shivered and her ass clenched in reaction to the unexpected touch. “Don’t,” she protested even as her traitorous body reacted out of all proportion to the skin on skin contact. Unable to move her mouth her words came out garbled, but not so mangled as to stop Rarity from understanding her protest.

“Don’t? Are you sure, dear,” Rarity said in a sultry tone as she let her fingers slip down into the cleft of Applejack’s ass. “Tell, me. Was it Big Mac who chastised you so thoroughly? If I were to do the same, would you call me, mistress?”

“Right after you kiss my ass,” Applejack mumbled. A shrill whinny of surprise escaped her when she felt Rarity’s lips press against her Cutie Mark. Followed by the feel of her tongue brushing over her heated hide.

“You are so delightfully, responsive, darling,” Rarity drawled in satisfaction. “Confess now. You were always a horny little slut. Even before your unfortunate adventure in that awful land.” Applejack flinched and gasped as Rarity delivered a stinging swat with the hairbrush was still held in her magic. Applejack was sure her from how warm it was that her face was as red as her ass. She let out a little moan as Rarity’s fingers probed between her legs and found her gushing twat. She was unable to keep herself from clenching tightly as she felt a slender digit slip between her nether lips and deep into her heated depths.

“Do you want me to stop, slut,” Rarity asked languidly as she slipped another finger into Applejack’s cleft to join the one that was already there. “I’ll stop if you want. If you say, ‘Sugar Free’.” The magic field holding her muzzle clamped tight eased, allowing Applejack to speak.

“What if I say stop, or no, or don’t do this,” Applejack groaned, her leg muscles twitching against as she tried to push backward against Rarity’s magic. She couldn’t believe she was reacting this way to having a mare manhandle her. Her dreams had always featured stallions. Then she remembered how she’d cum when that caribou cow had eaten her out at Duneyrr’s orders while she had dangled helpless in his bondage. It hadn’t mattered then that she was a female. The only thing her body had cared about was how her long fat tongue had felt as it thrust deep into her cleft.

“I’m afraid you would be out of luck protesting using those words, darling. If you truly wish me to stop, you must say the magic words. I will confess to some curiosity. I can’t give you the relief from your symptons that Prince Dusk Shine can, but I can give you great pleasure. So, the question is this, darling. Are you only coming to see Dusk in order to alleviate an uncontrollable itch? Or, are you a slut who would flag your tail at the Prince even if you were not suffering from your condition? In short, my dear. Is Dusk nothing more than a medical device to you?”

The long nail on Rarity’s thumb had found Applejack’s clit, and was gently scratching it. The feel of her touching her overly sensitized flesh was driving the farm pony crazy, and not being able to move was making it even worse.

Trying to not even think the words sugar free, Applejack swore, “Buck you. Let me go you bitch.” She felt sweat trickling down her forehead and into her eyes, while other liquids ran down her inner thighs as Rarity continued to plumb her depths. She gave thanks that Rarity’s magic held her tail still. Otherwise it would be thrashing like mad, and the bell woven into the tip would be chiming loud enough to raise the dead. Not that Rarity would know that a ringing bell meant stop. How on earth had her great-aunts kept their bells silent when they were being rutted by her great grandfather? Except when it was tied in place her tail always thrashed like crazy when she had a cock slipping in and out of her hungry cleft.

“LIke I thought. You’re nothing but a cock hungry slut, Applejack. How unfortunate for you that I don’t happen to have one of those,” Rarity said as she manipulated her friend’s sex. Over the last two days she’s gotten lots of practice using her magic on a helpless, orgasmic, pony. During that time she had learned some very interesting tricks. For one, thanks to the feedback from her magic she could feel the farm pony’s flesh trembling on the brink of orgasm. An orgasm she had no intention of allowing Applejack to have, not till she’d answered a very important question. She slowed down on her stimulation, keeping her friend right on the brink, but not letting her over it.

“Do you remember when you chided me for leading on poor Spikey Wikey, darling?” Rarity asked asked as she extracted her fingers from Applejack’s juicy twat and lightly brushed the damp tips against the palomino’s tailhole.

“What? No! Yes, damnit,” Applejack gasped, her mind so fogged with need that she could barely think.

“Now, as I mentioned, I have been wondering about a certain thing. I am wondering if you are taking advantage of poor Dusk Shine. Using him to sate your uncontrollable lust. Or if you have any real feelings for him.”

“Ahhh, dang you, Rarity. Course I have feelings for Twilight. She’s one of my best friends.”

The hairbrush that was still held in Rarity’s magic gave Applejack’s sore behind a good hard swat. “Don’t try and play the foal with me, missy. You know exactly what I mean,” Rarity growled, giving her victim’s other ass cheek a blow to match the first.

Applejack felt like she was about to explode. She couldn’t believe that Rarity was doing this to her, and even more so, she couldn’t believe she was responding so powerfully to this treatment. “Oh, buck, buck, buck, dang you, Rarity. I love him, buck you to Tartarus. I don’t want to. It ain’t fair to Twilight. You can’t let him know.”

“Don’t be foolish, darling. There is no shame in loving him. Of all the stallion’s I have lusted after, none have been more worthy of love.” Rarity’s finger’s upped their motion between Applejack’s legs as she located her friend’s clit and pinched it gently between two fingernails.

“Ain’t ashamed,” Applejack gasped. “Don’t want to trap him. Don’t want him thinking he has to stay a stallion. Not for me.” Her words cut off as Rarity pinched the delicate nub, hard. Every muscle in Applejack’s body locked up and if she hadn’t been held in Rarity’s magic she would have fallen to the floor in a thrashing heap as her body convulsed in pleasure as her friend finally brought her over the crest and let her orgasm.

Rarity released her magic and caught Applejack in her arms before she could fall the hard floor. The not overly muscular unicorn gave a woof of effort as the earth pony’s solid weight forced her to her knees. Despite the discomfort, Rarity didn’t let go and ended up cradling Applejack in her arms as she lay across her legs.

Rarity gently stroked the sweat streaked mane away from the palomino’s face. “It’s far too late for our friend, Applejack, dear. He enjoys using his new body far too much to ever go back to what he once was. But underneath all those delicious male hormones, he is still the Twilight we have always loved. If you stop and think no mares have ever had such luck. We learned to love each other deeply and truly, without all those inconvenient complications that make it so hard to be true, true friends with virile stallions. It’s the best of both worlds for us.”

“Maybe so. What ain’t so maybe, is that I’m ahm a going to get you back for this, first chance I get,” Applejack gasped. She gave Rarity the best evil grin she could manage given their positions,and the fact that her body still ached from the explosive orgasm she had just suffered.

“Oh, that is so cute. I’m sure you’ll try, darling,” Rarity said in a condescending voice as she leaned forward and gave Applejack a peck on her forehead.

“Spike sure has sprouted up in the last few days,” Applejack said out of the blue.

Rarity’s eyes blinked at the change in topic. “I suppose that is true.”

“Turning into one hunk a hunk of burning dragon, in fact.”

Rarity blushed slightly. “If you say so, dear. I can’t say I’ve noticed.”

“Yeah, and just as well. I mean what with you letting the poor dragon down easy about his crush on you. Be real inconvenient if you started to hump his leg like a bitch in heat now.”

Rarity turned deep red, with the flush running down her neck and across the top of her creamy white breasts. “There is no need to be so crude, Applejack,” she remonstrated her friend.

“But you have let him know there ain’t no chance with you?” Applejack interrogated her. THe smile on her face turning positively wicked.

“I. I’ve tried. But, the poor dear has been so busy, I haven’t had a chance to have a long sit down talk with him.”

“Hmmm. You know, if you look at it some ways. Twilight was Spike’s mother. And I guess that would make Dusk his father.”

Rarity’s eyes went blank at the sudden change in direction. “I. Suppose that is the case,” she said carefully, trying to figure out the trap. Because she was sure there was one. Pinkie Pie was the random one. Applejack was a lot more deliberate in her words. She might not be as laconic as her brother, but she was no chatter box.

“Yeah, what I’m thinking. And Spike is going to be over eighteen long before we go into Caridoon. In fact I know Pinkie Pie is planning his birthday. She wants to roll it into one huge party for Him, Apple Bloom and her two friends. Funny how the four of them are within a month of each other in age. Anyway. Seems likely he’s going to be coming along with us into Caridoon. The more males we can trust the better after all.”

“I’m not sure I like the idea of Spikey Wikey in that horrible place.”

“Ain’t too fond of the idea myself. But here is what I’m getting at. I’m willing to bet money that males in Caridoon celebrate their sons coming of age a mite different than we do here. I think I’m going to ask our master to give you to Spike as a birthday present in a couple of weeks,” Applejack panted out. “After all, once he starts training to go into Caridoon he’s likely going to be sticking his dick into you every chance he gets.”

Rarity’s pupils dilated, and a small gasp escaped her mouth. She swallowed nervously. “That, I’m sure. Do you really. Dusk wouldn’t. Wouldn’t he?”

“Well we are suppose to have to pass as natives. Wouldn’t look natural if a father didn’t let his son have free access to his sluts.”

Rarity froze up. The distant look in her eyes showed that her mind was far, far away, and the way she was clenching her thigh muscles indicated what it was doing there. Applejack’s own eyes indicated she too was letting her imagination run rampant.

Both mares were too caught up in their individual imaginations to hear the small draconic gasping snort, or see the spurt of flame that erupted down the hall and just around the corner.

Spike had been out in the street when he had noticed that his hastily packed bag had sprung a leak and that he had left a trail of camping supplies behind him. He had said a word that at one time would have had Twilight washing his mouth out with soap and retraced his steps to gather up everything. He had arrived at the corner of the hallway, and the last dropped item, just in time to spot Rarity finger fucking Applejack to orgasm. Feeling like his internal flame was about to consume his body, he had been unable to pull his eyes away. And he’d almost cum in his new pants when Applejack had threatened to ask their master, Dusk? to give him Rarity as a birthday present.

Because it was the way things were done in Caridoon? Where the heck was Caridoon? And how did he get a train ticket to it?

He had thought he was over his crush on Rarity, but those words sent a flood of erotic images racing through his mind that proved that was far from the case.

Spike felt a spurt of guilt. He and Sweetie Belle, and the other two crusaders, had been getting real close over the last few weeks. Though the farthest he had gotten was being allowed to touch their titties through their tops, and to fondle their cloth covered asses as they kissed. All three of them had promised to give him a very special birthday present after Pinkie’s big party, and he’d been walking around with a near perpetual boner every since.

Now he wondered what he would do if Dusk really did give him an extra special birthday present. There was no way his marefriends would allow him to accept it.

He shuddered at the thought of them finding out. Sweetie hadn’t let him touch her until he had promised he was totally over her sister. She would cut off his balls if he accepted such a gift. And the other two would deep fry them.

Tiptoeing backwards while adjusting himself, he left the two older mares to their afterglow conversation. Once safe from discovery he hurried away. As he left the castle he again wondered about this Caridoon place where apparently giving mares away as gifts was the norm. The crusaders were the same age as he was. If he would be able to go there once he was eighteen, could they as well? A land where stallions, and male dragons, could make use of females to their hearts content. What a wonderful place. As he imagined the things he could do in such a place he grew another two inches taller and he put on another twenty pounds of muscle.

Spike was a nice dragon, but he was a dragon, and a male who had discovered the opposite sex. Those two elements had an explosive potential. And he had no dragon mentor to inform him of the facts of life as it pertained to sexually active drakes and their penchant to hoard attractive females from the small races while they were still small enough to use them.

However, given their reputation many would say that it wasn’t the crusaders who were in potential peril. Those ponies would shake their head and feel a dram of pity for the poor foolish drake who knew not what he was getting himself into.

As it turned out Dusk Shine was not in his bedroom, a fact she discovered after he knocked on his locked door for a good five minutes. Only then did Rarity come out her mental fugue state and tell him that Dusk had eaten and slept in his lab for the last four days as he worked his hooves to the bone trying to find a cure for her. The only time he had come out was when he made a quick run to the farm to query her state of health.

Rarity had not said this in an accusing way, but her every word had been like a knife in Applejack’s chest and a reminder of how she had all but thrown Dusk’s concern into the dirt.

Leaving Rarity behind—the other pony needing to get back to her shop—Applejack had set out for Dusk’s lab. Unfortunately the encounter with Rarity had left her more than slightly distracted. She’d trotted through halls, down ramps and through arches for a good long time before she literally ran into a wall that wasn’t there and realized she had no idea in the world where she was.

Rubbing the tip of her muzzle Applejack looked up at the arch that filled the end of the hallway she was in. It was over fifteen feet high and at least ten feet wide and as far as she could tell was identical to all the other arches she had passed through to get to this point. But this arch was filled with translucent violet crystal so clear that in her fogged state of mind she hadn’t noticed it was there in the dimness of the hallway.

Just as when you looked into a window on a dark night, she could see her reflection. But it was so far away! Her image seemed to stretch out and go on forever as the sides of the tunnel converged and fading into the distance due to perspective. She felt her tummy rumble as the way her image shifted and stretched induced a feeling of nausea. She quickly jerked her eyes away. And that was when she spotted it.

Etched into the crystal above the arch was an very familiar image. Fumbling with her pack, Applejack extracted the book her brother had given her to give to Dusk. And sure enough the exact same image of a clock tower that was on the cover of the book was above the arch.

“Huhhh? How about that,” Applejack mumbled after a few seconds of staring back and forth between the book and the arch. After a minute or so this she gave her head a shake. She didn’t have time to figure out what was going on. Besides, this was more Dusk’s sort of thing.

Feeling more and more foggy in her thoughts, Applejack retraced her steps, only realizing now just how deeply she’d delved into the castle’s roots. She trotted up what seemed like an endless sequence of stairs and ramps for far too long a time. She hadn’t even known the castle went down this far. She didn’t think Dusk knew either. Another thing to mention, after he had filled her aching cunt with soothing foal starter.

In all it took her nearly a half-hour to get back to a part of the castle she was familiar with.

Applejack gave a sigh of relief as she touched the door to Dusk’s lab and it swung open. She’d been half-afraid that Dusk would not have left the locked door keyed to her and she’d have been stuck in the hallway, slowly creating a puddle on the shiny floor, till he came out.

Watching her step, Applejack trotted slowly into the lab. “Dusk? You in here?” she called out.
She noticed a white board in front of her. Right in the middle and taking up most of the space on the board was written.

It was circled in red several times and underlined a half dozen times as well.

Applejack felt a warm glow at this evidence that Dusk’s main focus was on her, right up till her overly hormonal body shifted her emotion to one of annoyance. “Is bucking me such a bucking chore that he can’t wait to cure me?” she muttered.

As if in response to Applejack’s remark she heard a snarl, followed by a snort. The sudden noise startled the farm pony, and she shied in alarm. Barely missing kicking over the bench next to her. The sound repeated and she hesitantly peeked around the table full of bubbling glassware and spotted Dusk sitting at a bench, his head pillowed on his crossed arm and a snot bubble inflating and deflating from his nose. The sound repeated and she realized that the mighty prince of friendship was snoring.

Stifling a laugh, and feeling slightly maternal—he looked so innocent like this—she approached him. As the angle of her vision shifted, she saw that he was only wearing an unbuttoned lab coat. He was sitting on it, but it gaped wide open over his groin. She could clearly see his semi-erect cock lying between his spread legs, a dribble of pre-cum leaking from the tip. She licked her lips as her mouth filled with drool. The urge to slip under the bench and wake him with a blowjob was overpowering. She resisted. Barely.

Seeing that the puddle of drool under Dusk’s muzzle was threatening a clipboard, she picked it up to move it to safety. Glancing at the paper clipped to it, she tried to focus on what was on it. Her mind kept veering toward thinking how wonderful Dusk’s dick would taste, and how lovely it would be to feel him explode in her mouth as his hot cum flowed down her throat.

Because she needed to do something very important before that could happen, she struggled to read the paper on the clipboard in an effort to distract herself. It took a few seconds before the blurred image resolved into one of Dusk’s familiar checklists. Only this was not a checklist he’d be showing in public. At least not in Equestria. Across the top it was titled,

Applejack grinned. Whatever else might have changed Dusk was still Twilight at heart, at least as far as checklists went. There were a half dozen pages on the clipboard. Part of that was because Dusk had left room for two or three entries between each comment, but there were still a large number.

She started to read from the top.

Mention that there is no need for elaborate sexual games. Normal sex will serve to keep her taint at bay.

Applejack frowned. Dusk was missing the point of the entire group that was going into Caridoon playing master and slave while they were still in Equestria.

Certainly part of it was so they would feel comfortable in their roles while in Caridoon. But it was also to see if they could become comfortable playing those parts. Applejack had been in Caridoon, she knew what would be expected of her. For Princess Celestia’s sake she would endure anything.

It was just pure luck that she happened to find the role of female victim exciting when the aggressor was someone she liked and trusted like Dusk, or so it seemed, Rarity. As long as there was a stallion there to shield her, she was confident she could endure anything. Even getting fucked by a line up of males that went around the block. She licked her lips at the thought.

The same logic applied to Bother. She was a native and would slip back into the proper behavior with no trouble at all. And she seemed to be doing a good job of training Big Mac. Applejack did not have any worries about either of them. Well, not many. No matter how badass he was right now, she could not help but worry about how he would handle things when shit turned real.

The same could not be said for Dusk, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie. In Caridoon, master and slave relationships were not games you could stop with a safe word. She was afraid that if they just played at it, only indulging in tame recreational sex games that did not challenge them they would not be ready for when it became a true way of life. They had to learn how live the life full time. And they had to push their comfort zone. Caridoon certainly would.

If they could not handle it when things got that hardcore, the place to find out was in Equestria, not in Caridoon.

In the space between Dusk’s note and the next entry she drew a box and beside it wrote down.

Live the roles as full time as possible. Push our limits. Find out if you have what it takes to play a real douche.

Dusk’s next entry was.

Public Sex? How do we become comfortable with that?

Invite all potential infiltrators to live in the castle?

Get used to having sex in front of them?

Talk to Applejack and Big Mac about getting other ponies to look after the farm?

Applejack growled. So much for talking about things with her. Not when Dusk had already gone ahead and given Big Mac all those bits under the pretense of buying her from him. As if Big Mac had the right to sell her for real, and Dusk to buy her.

Applejack was all ready to scrawl down a comment about Dusk moving out to the farm so she could continue to work it while training for their role. But in the end she didn’t because much as she hated to admit it, he was right. Dusk’s castle was the perfect training area. It was bucking huge and could easily hold them all, and had areas where they could have perfect privacy, even after Dash came home from Griffinstone, and Fluttershy dropped by to visit. It was too late to protect her other friends, but she was going to do her damndest to make sure Fluttershy never hear a word about this mission. Caridoon would eat her up and spit out the bones. The exact same thing went for Dash, if for different reasons. That pony would not bow her head even if you used a block and tackle on her.

Dusk had clearly had similar thoughts because his next item was,

Seal off some of the less public areas of the castle with a, “You don’t want to go there” spell. Keep Dash and Fluttershy in the dark!!!

Talk to Bother about everyday wear in Caridoon

How much do they wear in Caridoon?

Applejack could answer that. Females pretty much wore nothing except their collars and bits of jewelry and piercings. The last items at the discretion of their owners. It wasn’t for the benefit of the mares. No more than a teen-age stallion tricking out his cart was for the cart.

The males wore a harness they could attach weapons and equipment too. And she had never seen one take it off. It didn’t get in the way of having sex after all. Indeed, she’d seen one elk use his to secure a feline female’s head to his groin while he ate dinner.

The ones in the castle mostly went without anything else, but she had seen a few who wore loincloths. She didn’t know for sure, but she thought they had come from patrolling outside the castle. That gave her some idea of what the outside might be like. Walking down a street in the all together might be no big deal, but walking through brush and tall grass the same way was something else again. Going nude in public might be kinky, but practically had to be taken into consideration.

Applejack looked at the next few entries and gave a snort of laughter.

Talk to Rarity about making suitable outfits?

Talk firmly to Rarity about the costumes being practical, and consistent. Fabulous is not needed

Threaten Rarity with a spanking if she insists on adding her own touch?

Spank Rarity!

Applejack guffawed. That last entry was scratched out, and then re-written a half-dozen times, each entry being scratched out in turn, all but the last one. Clearly Dusk was wrestling with his new inclinations. The good part, as far as Applejack was concerned, was that he had not scratched out the last one. She let out a happy little sound of anticipation at the thought of watching Dusk take Rarity over his lap and turning her milky-white butt rosy-red.

Dusk let out a snort and his head came up off his arms. Applejack felt a little annoyed at herself for waking him before she could go over the rest of his list. Then remembered that she had to have a serious talk with the idjit. About a little matter of putting her family into perpetual debt to him. That was hard to do while he was sawing logs.

Dusk’s head was all the way up and he was turning it toward Applejack when she gave him a good hard smack across the back of his head.

“Ow! What? Applejack? What was that for?” he asked rubbing the back of his head and looking befuddled.

“Let’s you and me talk about this fifty thousand bits you went and handed over to Big Mac without a ‘by your leave’ or a ‘may I’,” Applejack growled out—while trying to keep from clamping her legs together in reaction to his proximity.

Dusk Shine stopped rubbing his head and looked at her in dismay. “Big Mac told you?” he asked in dismay as a blush spread across his face. He got up from his chair so he could face Applejack.

“Dang tootin’ he did. What were you thinking?

“Wait, wait,” Dusk said. “Did you say, I already gave him the money?”

“Sure did. Wait. You saying you didn’t?”

“Well, not yet, And of course it would be conditional of you saying yes.”

“Yes?”

“I know it’s considered a bit old fashioned. And usually it’s just a small gift for tradition sake. My brother gave Princess Celestia a very nice keg of Cider when he asked if he could have Cadance?”

“Your brother bought Princess Cadance from Princess Celestia. For a barrel of Cider?” Applejack yelled.

“Bought? What are you talking about? He paid the bride price. When I asked your brother if I could ask you to marry me, I thought I could give you a little piece of mind by giving him enough to make sure the farm stays safe. I know how much you love it. But I never thought he would tell you. I wanted to ask you myself.” Dusk’s expression turned chagrined. “He likely figured I’d never work up the nerve to ask you if he didn’t step in, Applejack… Applejack? Are you alright?”

Applejack stood their looking at Dusk in shock. Every bit as stunned as Rarity had been when she suggested that Dusk give her to Spike as a birthday present.

“Oh, so he didn’t mention the marriage part?” Dusk asked in embarrassment.

Applejack slowly shook her head from side to side.

“Yeah. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was a mare only a few weeks ago. There is no way you’d want to marry me. I just thought that since we have known each other so long and were such good friends.”

Applejack shook her head from side to side.

“Eh. No?” Dusk said, going over his statement. “Does that mean that you do want to marry me?”

Applejack slowly nodded her head up and down, and then fell to her knees in front of Dusk and took his cock into her mouth like a pony who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“Uh,” Dusk groaned as he leaned back against his desk. “So I’m forgiven?” Applejack bobbed her head up and down. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on her stallion’s cock while she ran the tip of her tongue around his flare.

“Oh, darn, shoot,” Dusk groaned as his hands came down to tangle in Applejack’s mane. “That feels so good, Applejack.”

His moans increased as Applejack bobbed her head deeper and deeper into his lap, till her throat bulged due to the girth of his cock slipping down it. When her chin came to rest on his balls he cried out, clenched his hands into her mane and pulled her head hard into his groin as he blasted a huge load of cum down his future wife’s throat.

Dusk’s previous experience as a stallion had been incredible. Enough so that it had swayed his mind to the point where he was prepared to abandon his birth gender. But fantastic as those orgasms had been, they paled in comparison to what he was feeling now. It was his earth magic, he realized. He had finally managed to fully tap into it, and it was boosting his stamina and capacity through the roof. His orgasm didn’t taper off after six or seven jets of sperm, but kept going. And each of them felt like they had double, if not more, the quantity of his previous ejaculations. It felt like his lower body was pouring down his penis and into Applejack’s belly.

Applejack sputtered and gagged, but did not try to pull back against his hands. He could feel sperm spilling out of her overfilled mouth and running down over his balls and the inside of his thighs. Looking down he was shocked, and excited, to see some of his load exiting through Applejack’s nostrils. He loosened his grip on her head but her hands dug into the back of his legs and refused to allow him to pull back. Accepting her desire he tightened her fingers in her mane and held her firmly in place until after what seemed like forever, he felt his ejaculations start to taper off.

Panting he slowly eased his grip on Applejack’s head. But she didn’t lift her head. She continued to bob her head up and down, slowly milking his softening shaft with her lips to draw out every drop of cum.

“You want to go again?” Dusk panted.

Applejack’s mouth was far too full to answer Dusk, but she didn’t have to speak to give an answer. She bobbed her head up and down eagerly, slowly working her stallion’s shaft back to a full erection. Her belly was filled to overflowing with his baby batter, and she felt like she usually did at the end of a family reunion. Stuffed to the point of bursting with delicious food. Loosening one hand from Dusk’s leg she lowered it down to rub her belly, and thrilled at the fact it was slightly rounded from the quantity of spunk her stallion had filled her with.

And it hadn’t just been stallion chowder he’d filled her body with. She was sated in a way she hadn’t been since returning from Caridoon. The frantic need for sex had retreated, and now the only thing driving her was simple joy at servicing her stallion. She finally understood why Bother was so focused on making Big Mac happy. Like the little deer, right at this moment nothing was more important to her than pleasuring her stallion. And as she felt Dusk’s cock stiffen back to full erection contentment such as she had only ever experienced before after a good day’s work filled her.

Screw Caridoon. She’d found her stallion, and together they would destroy Duneyrr, she thought, just before she let her mind go and simply savored the feel of her stallion filling her mouth and throat with his virility.

Author's Notes:

This rushes things, but I really didn't want to spend months focusing on Dusk and Applejack's developing relationship. Don't worry, they still have lots of stuff to work out.

No, I don't think Rarity acted properly. She was on a dom high, and went too far.

I'm basing my evolving Spike on the series of soft-porn drawings in "The Greedy Dragon" series. They are humorous and do not take themselves at all seriously. Perfect for the style I'd like to go for in this story.

I'd really like to hear some feedback on Spike. How many people don't want him to become a sexual dominate, and how many people adore the idea of him warming the bums of the CMCs when they get carried away.

Right now my intention for the next chapter is to jump back in time a few weeks and cover Fluttershy's first few days in Caridoon. For those who have not read the previous material Fluttershy is currently, thanks to Discord, a large 'male' batpony.

Which brings up another point I'd like to get feedback on. How many people want to see Discord's spell wear off and him to turn back into she. She'd still be a Batpony mind you. I've a big fan of Flutterbat.