It was a long time before Applewood and Dawnglow stopped dancing. When she looked around, Dawnglow blushed, her yellow cheeks turning red when she noticed that they were the only two remaining in the dancing area. Everyone else had departed for their abodes, even the visiting Princesses, leaving them stood alone in the now silent festival space. The two lovers were intertwined, breathing hard, and panting. “Phew...” Dawnglow breathed, Applewood’s hand on her breast – where it had been for the past half hour – under the glowing lanterns, “I didn't realise the music had stopped...”

“Oh?” Applewood smiled affectionately at her girlfriend and her pet, before laying a soft delicate kiss on her lips and groping the younger centaur’s breasts, “It’s still playing in my head…”

Dawnglow stepped forwards, stepping further into her older lover’s embrace and, as she was about to return the kiss, she froze for a fraction of a second. Looking downwards, she saw that her ever so slightly rounded belly – a result of the feasting, the food and drink, at the festival - was touching Applewood's. “It was a great festival, wasn't it?” she asked, through a supreme act of willpower she forced her voice to be cheerful even though inside she was devastated.

“It isn't over yet,” Applewood caressed her girlfriend’s shoulders, the Treesinger blissfully oblivious to the Hunter’s inner turmoil. “You, young lady, are coming home with me.”

‘Why in the name of the Forest does she want to take a disgusting blob like me home?’ Dawnglow thought, though her smile remained in place like a well-practised mask that she showed the world, convincing everyone that she was okay. ‘Okay,’ she thought with a little laugh, her hand resting on the little bump of her belly, ‘I’ll be okay soon…’ “Not to sleep, I hope?”

“I'm sure sleep will be in there somewhere,” Applewood replied with her very best bedroom eyes, eyes that she was very pleased to see still made her pet’s four legs wobble, “But it might get lost on the way.”

Dawnglow’s legs did indeed wobble, but not for the reason the Treesinger thought. Even as she giggled, thoughts of emptying her too full belly were foremost on her mind. She looked around the dance area, eyes flitting side to side to find a private spot that she could carry out the deed that had to be done. “Before we go,” she started just as she found a likely spot, “I just need to fertilise some shrubbery, if you don't mind?”

It didn’t surprise her anymore how easily the lie came to her.

“I'll let you go for this, only for this time though,” Applewood smiled warmly, having no reason to doubt Dawnglow’s true intentions at all. “I'll go and grab some leftovers for breakfast.”

That was the very last thing Dawnglow wanted to hear, but she couldn’t really object without giving herself away. “Uh huh, there's some meat left, don't want to 'waste' that…” she placed an emphasis on the word waste that she hadn’t intended before she walked off quickly – too quickly - into the nearby trees.

At the food tables, Applewood surveyed what food there was left. There wasn’t much, which she was pleased for. ‘Don’t want to waste any…’ she froze at that moment when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dawnglow disappear between the trees. Something, she didn’t know quite what, but something didn’t feel right. ‘Waste…’ she rolled the word around in her head and it struck her that Dawnglow had sounded ‘off’, a moment ago.

‘Oh no…’

Dawnglow made it through the trees and she carried on going until she found a little stream and, looking behind her, the glowing lights that remained of the festival were hidden. She didn’t want to see anything related to it right then. It really, really, had been a truly great festival. That just made it all the worse when she rammed two fingers down her throat.

“EEeeeuuuuuuuurgh!” she retched, sending a gutful of vomit into the stream, the fast moving water carrying away all evidence of what she had done, leaving her sobbing pitifully as she clutched her belly. She hated this, she was dishonouring the Hunters that had supplied the rabbit and the venison, the Farmers who had supplied the vegetables as well as Honeyside and the vast array of centaurs who had prepared and cooked all the food she was now wasting. Worst of all, as a Hunter herself, she was dishonouring the animal who had died so that she could be fed.

As Dawnglow felt her belly, she pressed her hand into her soft burnt orange coloured skin, the couple of inches or so of her rounded belly wobbling slightly. She didn’t see a healthy centaur, she never saw a healthy centaur. She saw a fat overweight blob of a creature, wretched and worthless next to shining examples like Nightingale. All she had to do was think of the slim Air Whisperer and she jammed her whole hand into her mouth.

Why in the Great Forest would Applewood want her?

Quietly, as stealthily as if she herself was a Hunter, Applewood crept through the trees following where Dawnglow had gone. She didn’t have to go very far beyond the boundaries of the festival and she heard coughing and retching from up ahead. ‘She is! She’s doing it!’ realisation spurred her onwards.

Creeping through the shrubbery, Applewood saw her girlfriend thrust her hand into her mouth, the bulge in her throat that was her fingers and then she watched her spew, she watched the younger mare send another gout of vomit into the stream in a desperate attempt to purge her body, to keep her weight down. She wanted to cry. Weren’t they over this? She wanted to rush over and hug her, to tell her it would all be okay.

Something that Celestia had said to her though stayed her hand. Dawnglow had no idea she had spoken to Moonsilver’s mate while she had gone to get drinks. The human had said that her pet had a disease of the mind, that only love could cure. Applewood knew what she had to do. “If you didn't like the donut,” she said as she made her presence known, “Why did you share it with me?”

Dawnglow snapped her head round at the sound of Applewood’s voice, her eyes wide as saucers and her pupils tiny like a deer in the headlights on an oncoming car. A quick look down at her hand, still covered in her mess told her she had been caught, literally red handed. “Um...well um...” she spluttered, scuffing a hoof on the floor, tears welling in her eyes, “Um...A-Ap-Apples, I-I'm sorry..."

As much as she wanted to hug her girlfriend, Applewood also wanted very much to walk over to her and slap the taste from her mouth. She didn’t like feeling lied to. Especially not after what they had gone through the last time they had been together when she had thrown her lover out of her tree. “Did your confession to me mean nothing also?” she asked sternly.

“No!” Dawnglow exclaimed indignantly. That last time she had been high up in the tree was still rather fresh in her mind, as was what had happened afterwards, when she had admitted everything she had been doing to her girlfriend. “You know it didn't!” How could she ask if it meant nothing? It had cost her everything!

“I'd kiss you, but you need to clean up first.” Applewood tried very hard to keep the disappointment from her voice and her face. She wasn’t exactly successful in either. “Follow.” She ordered simply before turning her back to the sobbing centaur and strode back through the trees headed directly for her home.

She didn’t look back to see if she was being followed.

Quickly, Dawnglow grabbed a handful of ferns and she started to wipe her hand and arm clean as she hurriedly followed after Applewood’s behind. Unlike most times she had followed her though, there was no seductive sway in her Mistress’s step, no saucy swish of her tail. Dawnglow carried on snatching at leaves to wipe herself as she quickly walked through the empty camp. She knew she had really, really messed up, she was just glad nobody else was there to see her in that state.

Leading the way through the empty camp, Applewood said nothing. Nor did she look behind her. She could tell by the hoofsteps behind her that Dawnglow was just a few feet to her rear. Like Dawnglow, she was glad that the camp was deserted at this time of night. She had no desire for her lover to be seen in the state she was in. She didn’t care one bit about herself. “Wash your mouth out,” she ordered when they had reached her dwelling tree.

“Apples, I'm sorry!” Dawnglow pleaded, standing in Applewood’s entrance hall.

Again, Applewood did not look back. She merely paused with her back to her halfway into her living space. “Now.”

“Yes Mistress…” Dawnglow, with her head down, her ears slicked back to her scalp, she trudges through Applewood's home to the bathroom. It would have been easier, she reflected as she spent a short time washing her mouth out with water and tooth cleaner, if her girlfriend had yelled at her, railed against her, smacked her even. That she could have dealt with. The crushing disappointment though, that was torture all its own.

When she walked through from the bathroom to the living room, Dawnglow saw that Applewood was sat on a lounge seat made from vines that she had magically elevated and she pointed wordlessly to the floor in front of her. Dawnglow opened her mouth to say something, but she thought better of it and instead she knelt where she was told, her hands behind her back.

Applewood looked down at Dawnglow for a long, long time, surveying her imperiously from her makeshift throne. Many emotions were bubbling away inside her, anger, yes. Disappointment, definitely. Betrayal, absolutely. What shoved all those to the back of her mind though was love. She looked upon the thoroughly broken mare kneeling before her and she felt nothing but love.

She just did not for the life of her know how to reach her, how to help her, or how to help. She was, as she was about to speak, reminded of the brief conversation she had shared with Celestia hours ago at the festival. Maybe that would work? “Moonsilver's mate talked with me earlier, while you were getting drinks.”

“You spoke with Celestia?”

Applewood ignored the question and carried on like she had not been interrupted. “She asked me how you were doing.” Despite how much she loved her, the Treesinger could not quite keep the stern tone from her voice. Not that she tried. “I told her how proud I was of you. I told her of your confession. I told her of the plan I have you on to firm up your curves. Now, I feel that I lied to her.”

Dawnglow bowed her head and her ears, which had perked up at the mention of Celestia’s name, once again laid back against her head. She sniffed once, and tears leaked out of her scrunched up eyes and dripped to the floor. “I…I n-ne-ever meant t-to make y-you a liar, Mistress I swear!”

As angry as she was, Applewood couldn’t bear to see her girlfriend cry. She lowered the lounge seat and she stood up, slowly moving next to the utterly broken creature that looked like Dawnglow that was knelt in her living space. “Celestia told me it was a disease of the mind and there was no real cure except love. Do you love me?”

“Yes!” Dawnglow nodded furiously, sending hot wet tears splashing onto the floor. “I-I love y-you mo-more than t-the Great Forest!”

“I love you too,” Applewood smiled sadly. Sad, because she knew her girlfriend was speaking the truth. The Great Forest was not something idly sworn on, but that didn’t really help her much. “But, I can't help you fight this if you cut me out of your life.”

“I want...I need, your help…” Dawnglow still did not look up, though her tears had abated to the occasional sniffle as she spoke. Looking down at the floor was like standing on the edge of and staring into a deep, dark, desolate pit of nothing. “I hate how it makes me feel, and I hate myself for doing it.”

Applewood gently caressed Dawnglow’s chin, a caress that lifted up her head so that their eyes met. “I nearly didn’t catch you. I almost missed your cry for help with the words you used when you left. I can’t read your mind, and I won’t always be so observant to your words. Love, you only have to say three words, ‘I am fat’ and I’d know immediately you’re in trouble.”

“I am fat!” Dawnglow exclaimed suddenly, throwing away her girlfriend’s hand, “Look at me!” she spread her arms wide and she gestured at her body, a body she perceived to be bloated and disgusting.

Letting out a deep sigh, Applewood performed an exaggerated examination over the whole of Dawnglow's body. She made sure to inspect every part of her like she was inspecting a tree structure she had just created for quality. “Hmm…well, you're not skinny, and if not skinny equals fat, then I like how fat you are.” She eventually lifted her head up and kissed her lover’s lips, “If I could only make you see through my eyes, Dawnie.”

Since she had been crying, Dawnglow gave her older girlfriend a wet sloppy kiss, realisation settling in her gut like an unpleasant lump of cold custard. “I'm sorry...it's...I-I'm...not well, am I?”

“I don't know,” Applewood answered her honestly. She was a Treesinger, not an Apothecary or Healer. She had no idea if her beloved was unwell or not, not really. “I do know that it isn't good for you to see yourself in the worse possible way. Celestia is right, it is a disease of the mind. No one can help you unless you let them in.”

“That's what she said to me,” Dawnglow commented, very grateful that Applewood was holding her in her arms, “I want help, Mistress, I really do!”

“Then trust me, Dawnie.” Applewood said simply, “Don't lie to me. Admit to me when you're weak. Am I asking for too much?”

Dawnglow shook her head, tears once again welling in her eyes, “No Mistress, you aren’t asking too much.” Her shoulders sagged and she seemed to deflate in her lover’s arms, “I am weak.”

“It’s okay to be weak, for I can be strong. But if you don't admit your weakness to me, then I am nothing.”

“I understand, Mistress.”

“Do you?” Applewood asked with a hint of a raised eyebrow and a slight playful cadence in her voice. “I find it difficult to adequately express my disappointment. What would you suggest?”

Dawnglow picked up on the slight change in her girlfriend’s tone, and the submissive in her sensed a session was about to happen. In spite of everything that had transpired between them in the last few minutes, her tail nonetheless flicked upwards at the prospect. “I would suggest you punish me, Mistress, in your play room, so that sitting is uncomfortable afterwards.”

“Really pet?” Applewood chuckled softly, for her pet’s flick of the tail did not go unnoticed. “Is that a punishment or a reward?”

“I um…” Dawnglow blushed, she knew her Mistress was absolutely right. That said, she did want to play, and if she wasn’t careful, she would talk her way out of a session. No submissive wanted that. Applewood’s mode wasn’t one for playing after the stunt she pulled. Maybe she could sweeten the pot a bit. “You could punish me in a way that will remind me that I’m your pretty pet so I’ll know to come to you for help?”

Applewood smiled, for the first time since they had left the festival area. It was a most genuine, pleasant smile, as her pet did give her an idea. “You have done well pet in inspiring me give you a proper punishment for your misdeeds.” Her plan wasn’t one she would have normally used on her pet. It was very painful and could even be dangerous. Still she did want to leave a lasting impression on Dawnglow to help break this self-destructive cycle. She gave her one last kiss before they started the scene. Applewood stood up from the floor and motioned for Dawnglow to stand also. Without another word, she headed for their playroom.

She already regretted opening her mouth. Dawnglow stood and walked after Applewood through her dwelling, although her Mistress’s swaying ass went a long way towards taking the edge off what she knew was to come. At least she was swaying her ass now, and that was a good sign. In her playroom, the dominant centaur pointed to a place for Dawnglow to stand. She moved to stand there as she watched her Mistress pull out several vines she regularly used for bondage.

As Dawnglow stood in what was 'her' spot, she automatically placed her hands behind her back and stood with her four legs shoulder width apart. Running her hands over the vines, Applewood sang softly. Where the vines had become stiff and dry, they turned malleable under the magical touch of the Treesinger. “I shall bind an image of you that is not you.” She said sternly, running the process through her head what she wanted to do. “You can look upon it and see if it has become you.”

A mixture of dread, anticipation, anxiety, fear and arousal all coalesced in the submissive centaur’s gut. It was like a thousand butterflies all swarming inside her. “Yes Mistress,” she nodded, knowing instinctually that this was going to be most unpleasant.

Having manipulated the vines to be bondage ready, Applewood began to tie a very painful box binding of Dawnglow's lower belly. She layered the vines over and around her gut over and over again, so that the vines dug into her skin, forcing it out to look artificially bloated. There was a lot of pressure from the binding as Applewood was making something that wasn't there. When the pot belly was formed, she did the same binding for her pet's upper belly.

“Ah...aaaAAH…ow oooow!” Dawnglow shifted uncomfortably and grimaced with each vine that tightly bound her body, though she didn't once try to stop her. Ignoring her pet’s pained whimpers, Applewood then performed a binding that diminished Dawnglow's modest but perky C cup breasts, flattening them out and making her newly created pot belly that much more pronounced.

Dawnglow gasped when her Mistress tied her wrists to the ropes digging into her back as it actually hurt, it was a lot more uncomfortable than most bindings – in fact, Applewood had never hurt her in a vine binding before. Moving behind her, the Treesinger had planned on binding her pet’s ass cheeks to make them appear bigger, but instead she started to fondle what meat there was. “I wouldn't be adverse to seeing this a bit plumper.”

“This…” Dawnglow blushed and gasped because the tightness of the vines made it quite difficult to even breathe. “This...You haven't used this tie before, Mistress.”

Standing beside her, Applewood poked Dawnglow’s bound lower belly, a very deliberate, very painful poke with her index finger. “I like to tie you up for sensuality, and not painfully. But sometimes pain is a great teacher, don’t you think?”

“Aaaaooow!” Dawnglow hissed after her squeal, “Aaaah...Y-Yes Mistress, it is.”

Next, Applewood flicked a finger twice against her pet’s upper belly. Deliberately she flicked the same place twice. “I just don't know if my love and kindness is getting through that thick skull of yours.”

Expecting it, Dawnglow grimaced and winced when she was flicked, her Mistress’s finger bouncing off of her flesh that was pulled taut and hard by the vines, though this time she didn’t scream. “It is! Mistress it is!” she gasped, her tail rising upwards and spreading her scent through the playroom, “It is getting through!”

Smirking, Applewood disappeared out of her pet’s view. She knew Dawnglow wouldn’t turn her head unless she allowed it. She was at least that well trained. Quietly she picked it up from the nearby table and, stepping back to her pet’s rear, she simultaneously yanked up Dawnglow's flagging tail and she swung the paddle in her hand just as hard. “Ooooooow! OOOOOW BY THE FOREST!” she screamed, prancing in place as her ass rippled from the sheer force of the impact, her crotch dampening the paddle.

Readying her arm for another swing, Applewood was pleased to see that her prized masochist had wet the paddle with her arousal. Setting herself determinedly, the dominant centaur continued to swing the paddle with force. “Is pain all you want from me?” she demanded, punctuating each word with a swipe and a wet splat of the paddle as it impacted all over Dawnglow’s derriere. “Should I withhold my love?”

“OOOoooOOOOOOOW!” Dawnglow screeched, “No! AAAAH NOOOO!” she danced on the tips of her hooves after each direct and painful swing of the paddle. She didn’t need to look behind her to know that her whole ass end had gone from its usual colour to a very, very bright angry red. As her butt throbbed, so to did her arousal leak all down her inner thighs. “I want your love and your discipline, Mistress!”

Hearing that, Applewood stopped her vicious paddling and she rubbed her hand delicately over Dawnglow's very red, very tender, ass. For a split second she was tempted to use the cane on her, but she decided against it. Making her bleed was not her intention. “I would rather discipline you with love too, pet.”

Sucking in some much needed lungfuls of air, Dawnglow breathed through the intense pain in her behind. “Th-Thank you Mistress!”

Moving away from her, Applewood swapped the paddle for her Image stone on the table and she held it in front of her pet. “Record.” After the stone had worked it’s magic, she placed it back on the table. When they were done, she resolved to put it in Dawnglow’s pouch so she could carry it around. “This is now who you are. You are my loveable mare with even more loveable curves. Well, your ass could be a bit curvier,” she giggled, looking wistfully at said ass.

“Y-Yes Mistress, its who I am, Mistress, I'm your curvy mare!” Dawnglow was in such a world of conflicting feelings right then – intense pain and pleasure - that she would have agreed if her Mistress had said that the sky was green and rain was dry.

Aware of the frazzled state her pet was in, if her raised flagging tail and puffy marehood was anything to go by - Applewood decided it was time to remove both belling bindings but she deliberately left the chest binding as it was. “Now,” she stepped back and admired her work, “You look more like that flat chested Nightingale. Is that the look you desire?”

Dawnglow cried as the belly bindings were removed from her body, and the blood flow that the vines had restricted returned painfully to those parts. “N-No Mistress!”

“I'm glad, as there is nothing here to hold. This though,” Applewood ran her hands through Dawnglow's long flowing mane, “Is truly beautiful.” She punctuated her statement with a long, deep kiss.

At that moment, Dawnglow was crying tears of joy. “Th-Thank y-you for teaching me, Mi-Mistress!” Without any warning at all, Applewood suddenly removed the chest binding and fiercely she groped both of those beautiful C cup breasts. “GAAAaaaaaAAAAAAH!” Dawnglow screamed from the pain of viciously forceful grope, added to the stinging of the now unrestricted blood flow and she came, squirting out a fountain on the floor.

Lesson over, and the tension well and truly shattered, Applewood laughed. “Now, I don't mind you throwing up from that end, pet.”

“I-I’m so-sorry...” Dawnglow could barely stand, such was the force of her climax, “I didn't get permission…”

Again, Applewood kissed her lover’s lips, “I didn't say you couldn't cum, did I?” she delicately rubbed the marks that the belly binding and the breast binding had left behind. “Now you know I can inflict pain, and pain alone. Try not to bring that side of me out again.” She tried very, very hard to not feel guilty for what she had done. The punishment had been far more severe and harsh than she had ever done before.

“I won't Mistress,” Dawnglow said quickly, “I promise I won't!”

With a slight frown on her face, Applewood placed a silencing finger over Dawnglow's lips. “I don't want promises that can't be kept. I want you to tell me when you feel the demons of your body screaming you are fat and ugly so that I might slay them with my love.”

“That I can do, Mistress.”

“You can try,” Applewood smiled broadly, “And…I think you know what will happen if you fail. Now, my pet, I feel left out and your Mistress demands an orgasm as intense as the one you just had.” The dominant centaur moved off to the bed in the playroom and, keeping eye contact with Dawnglow at all times, she reclined backwards with an inviting wiggle of her finger.

Dawnglow definitely didn't need to be invited twice and she dropped to her knees. She shuffled forwards on the floor until she was at the edge of the bed and buried her face between her lover's spread open legs.

Thick drops of fluid dripped down onto Dawnglow’s lips as the puffed labia tensed and winked at her over and over again, the bulb of her clit peeking in and out at her. The centaur’s tongue instinctively snaked out to lick the clear liquid from her nose and she smacked her lips lightly as she took in the taste. Tangy, but just sweet enough to keep the palette wanting for more.

And more was exactly what she received as Applewood thrust herself forwards so that her crotch met her pet’s face, plunging her nose and mouth into her tight snatch. Dawnglow’s nose was completely enveloped in her essence as she ground her crotch into her, adjusting herself so that she had the best angle to work that wonderful tongue deep into her. “Put that tongue of yours to good use, girl!”

Obediently, Dawnglow closed her eyes and got to work, snaking her tongue out to gently work around the edges of her labia, licking tentatively at the juices that she knew were going to flow onto her face. She felt her Mistress’s lower lips clench slightly against her as he nipped and tickled at the edges.

Sticking her tongue out, she plunged into Applewood’s love canal, properly lapping at her insides, seeking to clean her out or die trying. The dominant centaur squealed at her girlfriend’s efforts and she rotated her hips, pushing herself harder against her beautiful face, her scent getting all in that beautiful mane she loved so much.

Applewood thrust her powerful hips into her pet’s face for several minutes, she could feel her skilled tongue slipping and sliding around inside of her, desperately seeking to find the spots that would push her closer towards her finish. Every now and again she would reward her with kind word and a loving petting to her mane, or a promise to give her an extra spank in the morning as a treat.

Dawnglow had already lost all sense of where she was as she desperately lapped into her Mistress’s pussy. Her whole universe for that moment consisted entirely of the smell of her snatch, the forest green coloured depths and the hairy mound above it. The taste of her pre as it coated the inside of her mouth drove her on to lick harder, as did the sounds of her moans whenever she hit a sweet spot.

The submissive centaur was loving every second of it. She slurped and groaned against her older lover, only disconnecting for a brief moment to breathe every now and again before she dived straight back into Applewood’s dripping pussy. When she finally turned her attention to her clitoris, the howl of pleasure that Applewood released was music to Dawnglow’s ears. She suckled on it and rolled along it with her tongue like a new-born foal on its mother’s teat. Licking and rubbing it harder and harder as Applewood’s pussy rewarded her work with more squirts of her sweet nectar across her face.

~ ~ ~

‘I’m late!’ was the thought, one of many, that ran through Sunset Shimmer’s head as she turned her red and yellow dirt bike onto the rough dirt road that lead from the main street down to her destination. Sweet Apple Acres apple farm was just in view at the end of the mile long mud track, the main gate to the farmhouse standing between two huge apple trees.

Just as she pulled up outside the wooden farmhouse, its once bright red paint now faded by decades of exposure to the elements, she saw her girlfriend - and Mistress – and her brother, carrying barrels of apples into the storage barn that doubled as the cider making ‘headquarters’ or, as Rainbow Dash called it, the ‘Fun House’.

“Ah hear the motorbike,” Big Macintosh looked up from the barrel of freshly picked apples he had just deposited in the storage barn next to the large round cider press. That was a job for tomorrow. Sunset’s dirt bike made an unmistakeable belching roar completely unlike the backfiring din that was his sister’s rusty truck. “So Ah guess no more work from you today?”

“Wrong there, brother.” Applejack sighed as she too set down her two large barrel of apples that she had been carrying and wiped her sweaty brow on the back of her forearm. She had plans for her pony now that Sunset was here at last. “Ah'm going to get the southwest field ready for the winter wheat.”

Big Macintosh, admittedly not the sharpest tool in the drawer, furrowed his brow, “Ah haven't serviced the tractor yet,” he thought of Bessie the big yellow and rust coloured machine that was currently sporting two flat tires and a wonky drivetrain. “We usually wait till next week for that.”

“Ah won't need the tractor today.” Applejack propped her ever-present hat up on her head and she winked knowingly at her big brother.

“Ah don’t need to know,” Big Macintosh shook his head and rolled his eyes at his little sister as he walked out of the storage barn, “But you two have fun.”

Outside, Sunset killed the engine and she got off her bike. She was about to push it over to the side of the barn when Big Macintosh came out to greet her. She was rather glad of the big guy’s presence, as he pushed her bike for her. Once he rested it beside the wide door, he excused himself with a wave and headed over to the farmhouse. “Good morning Shimmer,” Applejack came out a second later, squinting in the midday sun, she leant against the side of the barn next to an old yoke. “Ah hope you're ready to work.”

Sunset Shimmer, who had been a very good girl in the time since the charity event they had all participated in at Camp Everfree and the centaur festival, removes her helmet and her smile slipped just a teeny bit. “Work?” she questioned, not liking the sound of that one little bit.

Applejack didn’t budge from her position by the side of the barn. It was almost like she was propping it up. Which, given the ancient nature of the farm building, she just might be. “Ah reckon Ah haven't been usin’ Shimmer to her full potential lately.”

“Is that so?” Sunset chuckled as she hung her helmet on her bike and walked over for a kiss. “I didn't hear nobody complain when Shimmer pulled her carriage all around the orchards the other day.”

“A carriage is one thing,” Applejack returned, looking her girlfriend over. My if she didn’t look a picture in her black boots, turquoise leggings, teal top and her black leather jacket. She was pleased to see there were no visible panty lines under the figure hugging spandex, nor was there evidence of a bra, either. “But, Ah’m thinkin’ of another thing for today.”

“That thing wouldn't happen to be a nice empty apple cart by any chance, would it?” Sunset asked as she batted her eyelashes in what she hoped was a winning manner.

“Sure enough would be empty,” Applejack chuckled, resting her hands on her hips and placing her thumbs in the belt loops of her faded old dirty blue denim jeans she saved for farm work.

Sunset snorted, because her lover was giving nothing away. “Lay it on me then babes, what do you have me doing today?” In truth, she was up for almost anything. She was in desperate need to be Shimmer for a while. Ever since she had met with Principal Celestia following Princess Celestia and Princess Twilight’s visit, she had been having nightmares.

Every single night for almost two weeks se had woken up drenched in sweat and shaking. Even when she had stayed over at the farm, she had not been spared her bad dreams. What troubled her most was the fact that they had gotten worse with the passage of time. She was about to lapse into a memory of her dream when Applejack stood aside and showed her the yoke.

“A yoke?” Sunset wondered out loud, staring at the item presented to her, “I've seen mud ponies wear those in Equestria when they plow the fields.” Sunset didn’t notice the racial slur she had just used. She herself was a unicorn and, what was more, she was elite class. After all, she had been chosen by the Princess to be her personal student. That was a privileged position that only improved her status and her own sense of importance. Even after all these years, a part of her still saw earth ponies as dumb, easy to manipulate labourers, and pegasi as maid / butler type staff who could dust things better than a mud pony thanks to their wings.

With a slight frown, Applejack noted the derogatory slur, but in truth it meant very little to her. She was far more focussed on that day’s upcoming play time. “Now, why don’t y’all giddy on up to the barn Shimmer? It’s time to get you dressed.”

As Sunset walked over to the barn where Shimmer’s tack was stored, the ‘Fetish Barn’ as it had become known amongst their friends, the Equestrian found herself thinking all the time of the yoke and her recent nightmares. Usually she was all smiles, when it came to the pony play time she shared with her Mistress, but not so much this time, even though the dressing was her favourite bit. She knew deep down there was only one reason Applejack would want to fit her out with the yoke.

She was too be worked and used like a common horse, just like in the worst of her dreams.

Inside the faded red wooden barn, Applejack led her distracted girlfriend over to a couple of hay bales that were close to the wall where the human pony’s tack was kept and she casually brushed some straw away to reveal the cast iron plate about four foot square on the floor that she had pranced on before. “Is mah little Shimmer ready to work?” she asked as Sunset stripped off her clothes and folded them neatly on the hay bale.

Sunset, who would otherwise now be properly in her role as ‘Shimmer the pony’ – seriously when Fluttershy gave her sugar cubes as a treat it was the cutest thing in the world - nodded her head with a little whinny escaping her lips. She did need the play though, in the hopes that it might clear her head. Walking over to the wall, Applejack picked up the bit first and, coming back, she pushed it gently but firmly between her pony’s teeth. That in place, she slipped the bridle over her head where she buckled it in place.

Simmer gnawed a little on the bit, feeling the familiar rubber wedged between her teeth, she let out a little snort of breath through her nose. ‘Ooooh yeah...I need this!’ Sunset thought to herself and, after the few nights she’d had, she did, too.

Next was the forehooves. Applejack had managed to find a company that manufactured the hoof gloves and boots the same colour as Sunset’s skin so once they were on, they looked like extensions of her limbs. The left one went on first and obediently Sunset slid her hand inside. She felt the padded bar that she could wrap her hands around, an addition that helped to hold her weight should her owner want her to go down on all four hooves. Once on, she watched as Applejack tightened the ties around her wrists so they couldn’t slip off.

Though she was effectively robbed of her hands, and though her nightmares were on her mind, Shimmer was smiling as she gripped the padded bar, immediately she was thinking of the time she most recently went through the portal when she had met Starlight Glimmer and they were real. “UUuuUUUH!” she let out the grunt of approval to let her owner know to continue.

“Y’all can rest your hooves on that work table.” Applejack pointed to the table that was just to the right of the hay bale while she picked up the boots that would form her pony’s hind hooves. She waited until Shimmer was properly steadied and she squatted down next to her to put them on like he was shoeing a horse. She slid the straw yellow high heels without the heel on her feet and wiggled them until the padded metal sole was situated just right. She made sure to lace them up tight so that Sunset’s foot was supported. The very last thing they wanted was a turned ankle.

In spite of her distracted mind that was full of anxiety, Shimmer let out a loud happy neigh once the hind hooves were on and secured in place. It absolutely did not cross her mind how vulnerable she was at that moment. Should Applejack chose to, she would be left naked in the barn, no usable hands, feet in hoof boots and gagged by the bit in her mouth. Such a thought never entered her head though. She was with Jackie, her owner. Playfully Shimmer stamped her hooves on the straw covered floor.

Standing, Applejack smiled. “You're a good girl, Shimmer.” She took up the reins and attached them to the bridle. This was a part of their ritual. Walking her pony around the ‘Fetish Barn’ in a wide circle, it not only helped ease Sunset further into her role, it helped to ensure the boots were properly laced up. It wouldn’t do for them to be loose. On the circuit, Applejack picked up the red and yellow tail butt plug. With that in hand, the farmer led her pony over to the old metal plate that had been left on the floor. As soon as she stepped on it, her hooves were quite loud, each step a resounding clang. “Indulge me. Prance for me, Shimmer.”

‘I'm a good girl!’ was the one thought now that coursed through Shimmer’s mind as she blushed happily and whinnied, a squeal-like noise that ended in a giggle. She liked being called a good girl. So much so that, for the moment, it pushed her fears to the back of her mind. ‘I'll show her how good I am...’ Determined, she lifted up her legs and pranced on the metal, her slender thighs straight and parallel to the ground with each step.

As Shimmer pranced noisily on the metal plate, the metal horseshoes beating out a tattoo, Applejack watch appreciatively. She was tempted for a moment to undress as well, but ultimately she decided against it. Distracted for a moment by her owner watching her, Shimmer paused but quickly she started her prance once more, a little sheen of sweat glistening on her chest and a line of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth around the bit.

Applejack picked up the tail and she placed the inch wide by four inch long plug in her mouth. Looking her prancing pony dead in the eyes she swirled her tongue around the tapered end that would soon be in her ass. Her other hand thumbed open her old jeans and, sliding them down her thighs, she moved slowly between her own legs as she stroked herself. All the time, she never broke eye contact. Confronted with this show, Shimmer let out a very unhorse-like whimper of arousal as she watches and pranced around the metal plate.

While Shimmer drooled around her bit, Applejack moved the plug between her thighs and inserted it inside her pussy like it was a dildo toy. “You want this tail, Shimmer?”

Shimmer nodded furiously, adding drool to the sweat glistening on her bare chest. ‘Oh Celestia’s fat ass yes! I want it!’

After a few moments, the farmer pulled out the now very lubricated plug from her sopping wet depths and replaced it with three fingers from her other hand which she slid in to the second knuckle. “All four hooves on the floor, Shimmer.”

Somewhat relieved to stop prancing, she was getting tired already, Shimmer immediately dropped down, resting her forehooves on the straw covered floor of the barn. She wondered, idly, if she was anaemic. That would explain her lack of physical prowess – even Twilight could outrun her, something Rainbow Dash and even the others, thought hilarious.

Pulling her fingers out of herself, Applejack quickly pulled up her jeans and straddled Shimmer’s back, the farmer facing her pony’s ass. Those fingers that had moments before been inside her now slapped down between her pet’s cheeks as she worked her index finger into the puckered ring of her anus, followed closely by the second and third. “NeeeeEEEiiiigh...” Shimmer neighed and wiggled her ass as the three fingers slipped into her hole, her ass taking the fingers easily thanks to the training she had done. There was a time once when just one finger would make her cry her safe word. “Pppphhbt!” she snorted with pride.

Slowly, Applejack ran the moistened lubricated plug between her pony’s sopping labia. She wanted to make sure the tail was properly lubed up before she even tried to insert it, whether Sunset’s asshole was trained or not. Satisfied, she pulled her fingers out and, while the hole was still open, swiftly inserted the tail plug all the way inside. “Y’all are a right pretty look'n filly!”

‘Ooooh I’m your filly alright Jackie...all yours!’ Shimmer shook her ass and clenched her muscles, lifting up her red and yellow tail, displaying herself like a filly in heat. Although, in the back of her mind was the nagging thought that what if that was all she was? A filly, a pony…a…horse.

Tail firmly in place, Applejack swung her leg over Shimmer’s head and dismounted, she didn’t bother with the corset or any other clothing for her pony, since the whole family was all in on the not-so-secret secret, and besides, the farmer loved the way that Shimmer was so easily able to distract Big Macintosh when he was in the same area. Lastly, she placed the yoke across her pony’s back and Applejack just held the reins in her strong hand. “We need to get the fields ready for the winter wheat, Shimmer.”

“Neeeeeigh!” Shimmer snorted and she took a deep breath, standing stock still for the moment as she was thinking back to the nightmares she’d been having. She swished her red and yellow tail side to side, her fears of being little but a common horse all but confirmed.

“My little pony is looking right hot!” Applejack appreciatively stroked her pony’s ass with her hand before she took down the long buggy whip and gently flicking said ass with said whip. “Get along now to the southwest field, Shimmer.”

“Phhhbbttt! NEeeEEIGH!” Shimmer snorted, more for effect than because of any actual pain, not that her Mistress didn’t know how to properly swing the whip. As she knew well enough where the field was, she got moving, lifting her legs up so that her thighs were horizontal to the ground and her hooves were pointed down. She knew Applejack liked proper form at all times. ‘Her little pony...her little pony...little pony...’ she thought sadly as she walked, ‘what if that's all I end up being?’

Since she knew that Sunset knew the way to the field, Applejack instead used the whip to caress her mare's exposed ass, sides and her breasts when she could reach them. As they passed the farm house, Big Macintosh poked his head out of the front door. “Eeyup,” he grinned at his sister then at Sunset, “That is one nice tractor replacement, alright.”

Applejack gave her pony a delicate flick of the whip, “Yup, she is a mighty fine equine.”

Sunset paused upon hearing that and, for the moment, she looked down at the ground, scuffing hesitantly at it with her hooves, kicking up the loose dirt and stones. ‘Replacement?’ she thought, letting that poisonous little thought enter her head like a tendril of self-doubt, ‘Is that what she'll do with me once I'm just a pony?’

After they had exchanged a few pleasantries, Big Macintosh went back inside the main house and Applejack directed her pony back towards the field. When they reached the field however, Sunset was in for something of a shock. There, waiting for her, was an antique plow that she last remembered in the barn hung up like a display. “You're at the front end of that, missy,” the farmer pointed the whip at the plow.

“PHHHBBBT?” Sunset’s teal eyes were wide. She saw the plow, she saw it was almost exactly like the one she had been seeing in her recurring dreams, in fact, she had never seen that plow out of the barn before in the whole time she had been dating Applejack.

“It sure has been awhile since Furlong saw any action,” Applejack grinned as she walked over and patted the side of the plow, “And she has never been pulled by a pony as beautiful as you, Shimmer.” While she spoke, the farmer securely attached the harness and yoke that her lover wore to the plow, and she gestured up and down the empty field, “My aim is six trips up and back.”

Shimmer nodded her head and nickered in response to that as she was secured to the plow. Looking closely at it, she noticed it had been freshly sharpened, obviously in preparation for this very task. She then looked at the field ahead of her and she had never ever felt more like a horse, and not in a good way, either. “Eyes front, girl, and pull!”

Thankfully, the farthest fence didn’t seem all that far away, roughly six football fields away, if she was any judge. “Neeeeigh!” Shimmer leant her bodyweight forwards and, slowly at first, she started to pull the plow. She took small steps at first to get the plow moving, then as she built momentum, her stride widened.

Walking alongside the plow, Applejack guided the depth and direction, and she was playful with the long stick whip. “Get along there girl, you're doin’ it right nicely.” As she walked, Shimmer drooled almost constantly around the bit in her mouth and nickered, wetting her bare exposed breasts. Due to the monotony of it, she couldn’t quite prevent her mind slipping back into her nightmare, of a human work horse being put to work with the others on the farm.

Applejack, quite happy with the progress, was in no hurry at all. In fact, she had reckoned on a human's pace for the plowing and she had planned ahead accordingly. As long as Shimmer didn't falter, she was content for the whip to remain playful. The farmer knew that to plow the whole field would take forty trips total. She had intended to rest Shimmer after just six.

Each trip along the length of the field took Sunset roughly thirty minutes, although, after the fourth length, she was starting to slow down, thanks to the heat of the late summer sun beating down upon her body and also to her legendarily bad fitness. It didn’t help that the plow was fifty pounds of dead weight behind her. By the time she started the fifth run, she was barely moving at all, her straw yellow body drenched in sweat and drool and her breathing heavy and haggard.

Noticing Sunset start to slow, Applejack used the whip like it was meant to be used, even marking her lover’s ass twice with red lines, which earned her a rather rude whinny from her pony. “If ya need a break, Shimmer, then stomp your left hoof three times.” She suspected, somewhat correctly, her pony wouldn’t quit without encouragement.

Sunset neighed loudly and snorted through the bit, Applejack’s aim was deadly and on point. She continued on valiantly for a little bit longer before giving up and stomping her left hoof three times. ‘Damn...Damn...th-this is h-hard...how do the mud ponies do this...’ she thought bitterly.

“Whoa girl!” Applejack was quick to act. She moved off the plow and in a flash she was up beside her pony. Using her strength, she backed her up a bit and easily she lifted the yoke off the exhausted Equestrian. She set it out of the way on the plow handles then she came back to Sunset and took her by the reins. “Let's get you watered, girl. I'm right proud of you. Four furlongs in two and a half hours!” the farmer led her over to a tree just off the plowed area back near where they had started.

‘All I’m good for is plowing...just like a mud-pushing earth pony...’ Sunset thought resentfully as she walked behind her Mistress on rather wobbly legs, unable to shift the dark desolate feeling that flourished deep in her gut.

Waiting for them in the shade of a very large, very old zap apple tree, was an equally large wicker picnic basket that Big Macintosh had bought over while Sunset had been pulling the plow. Sitting down upon a tree stump, Applejack reached into the large basket and pulled out a canteen of cool water and she held it to Sunset's lips. “Ah reckon you earned this.” Though she drank, Sunset murmured as she drank, not sounding at all 'there'.

More than a bit worried at her lover’s noncommittal reaction, Applejack carefully checked Sunset over for the very real possibility of heat exhaustion. Still lost in the dark depths of her anxiety, Sunset nickered and swished her tail, pawing at the grass with her hooves at being checked over like she was a horse. Frowning, Applejack then pulled a cider out of the basket, opened it and took a welcome swig before offering it up to her pet.

Without thinking that she still had hooves instead of hands, Sunset tried to take the bottle of cider. Of course she failed and Applejack had to lift it to her mouth, where she watched her listlessly drink around the bit in her mouth. Frowning a little deeper, the farmer removed the bit but left the bridle in place. “Sunny, if this ain't a game you want to play, just say so.”

Sunset sunk onto a second tree stump, careful to avoid sitting on the butt plug and driving it deeper in her behind, “I-I don't know, AJ...”

“Okay, even Ah can tell somethin’s wrong.” Applejack, while she wasn’t the most perceptive or empathetic person in the world, even she could tell something was wrong and something was bothering her girlfriend. “You sound more whipped than whipped, Sunny.” Leaning over from her tree stump and she removed Sunset’s hoof gloves. After she had done that, she handed her the cider bottle. “Talk.”

Sunset looked completely deflated – the only time Applejack had seen her look like that before was when Princess Twilight had pulled her out of the crater after the Fall Formal – as she drank from the bottle. “I guess...I suppose it's nothing...” she shrugged and took another sip of the cider. “I had a nightmare, that’s all. Six nights running.”

Reaching over, Applejack pulled another cider bottle from the picnic basket. “Sounds like more than nothin’, if it’s got you antsy as a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.”

“First...” Sunset paused and gathered her thoughts, “It was about the centaurs not being able to use the portal. Moonsilver said it was closed to them. I was scared what would happen if the magic got so out of hand that the Princesses declared that the portal had to be closed.”

“Did y’all wanna go back?” Applejack asked as she took a long swig of her cider, “Ah thought seeing the Princess was enough, but Ah don't want to keep you here if you'd rather be back in Equestria.”

“It's not that...” Sunset admitted, staring into her half-empty bottle, “I mean, I do consider this world my home now, I just kinda took for granted I could always come and go as I pleased.”

“What does that book of yours have to say on the plan now?”

“I dunno, I haven't heard anything from Princess Twilight in days…” Sunset sighed deeply and hung her head. “The dreams got worse after that, all this week, in fact.”

“Sunny, Ah love ya. Ah love ya enough to let you go. If you have to be trapped in one world, I want it to be the world you can end your days in happily.”

Sunset smiled a genuine smile and she drank her cider. “I'm in that world already, AJ. The thing is, then I got scared thinking about the memory stone, Juniper's mirror, Vignette's phone.... all the magic going crazy everywhere. That just made the nightmare’s worse.”

“If'n they do close the portal, then that should end all the crazy magic, right?”

“What if it changes me?”

“Ah don't think it can make you any cuter,” Applejack smiled and pulled out a second bottle of cider for herself and Sunset.

“I mean...I'm Equestrian.” Sunset said as she took the second cider and cracked it open. “What if the next thing it changes isn't a mirror, or a phone, but me? What if...what if it turns me into a pony?”

Considering that for a moment, Applejack blinked and drank, swilling the cider around in her mouth while she waited for an answer to come to her. “Y’all mean like an Equestrian pony or like one of the ponies around here?”

Sunset acquired a blush that reached the tips of her ears, “I mean like Prancer or Vixen,” she said in a very quiet voice, referring to the two mares on the farm, though she pointedly did not mention the stallion, Thunder.

“Oh...” Like before, Applejack used a mouthful of cider to find an answer, “Um, ah, you'd still be you,” she lightly tapped Sunset’s head with an index finger, “Right?”

Sunset Shimmer shrugged, “I dunno, maybe? But I'd be an animal. We wouldn't be together, would we? I'd be just another mare on the farm! You'd be giving me sugar lumps while Thunder bred me! I'd just be pulling the cart or the plow! Or…”

Applejack silenced her lover with a reassuring hand on her shoulder and then a finger on her lips. “Ah don't fuck with Prancer or Vixen because they can't say no. If...If it happens that you can't say no, then Ah wouldn't fuck with you either. Ah...well, y’all are right about Thunder. If you are just a mare with nothing to Sunny inside, then Ah ain’t going to make you go through a heat with no relief. If you're a mare and still you, then Ah got a dildo to take care of that.”

When Applejack kissed her, Sunset suddenly started crying. “I'm scared, AJ. Like, really scared! Every time we face something, and we pony up, I'm worried I'll be changed, like, more than the pony ears and tail. It's one thing to be a pony....but I don't wanna be like Vixen!”

Scooting over to Sunset’s tree stump, Applejack held her sobbing girlfriend close. “Ah don't know what to say. You should ask that pony princes of yours, see what she can do,” the farmer giggled, “We could go through for a bit to see what it is like for me to service a smart mare. Ah'd be happy to service a smart mare over here, one as smart as the one I'm holding.”

“You...” Sunset looked up and dried her eyes on the back of her hand, “You'd be happy to cross over with me for a day or two?”

Applejack nodded her head and winked, “As long as you don't laugh at me for bein’ a fool on four legs. Pinkie says it's fun, so Ah think Ah should go and have fun.”

“Pinkie says eating cupcakes is fun!” Sunset giggled at last, the vast majority of her tension gone. “Say...you don't happen to have that toy you mentioned out here with you, do you?”

Applejack laughed, “Well now, Ah think Ah might have somethin’ in mah basket that can handle that sort of plowin’.”

“Oh, well that’s alright then, ‘cos this mare's feeling a bit frisky now.”

“Well, why don’t you turn around and Ah can play with that tail of yours to get things started?” Applejack smirked, more than happy to take her very sexy mare right then and there where they were. She was delighted to see her pony turn, get on her knees and present herself to her like she was in the midst of a heat.

Under the shade of the large old zap apple tree, Applejack stood and kicked off her boots and thumbed open her work jeans. They, along with her underwear, were quickly removed and placed on the stump she had been sat on moments before. As she admired her pony’s upturned rear, she reached into the basket and, after fishing around inside, she pulled out the eight inch long strap on toy. In short order, it was up around her waist and buckled tight.

“Jackie!” Sunset whined, swishing her tail side to side, desperate that her lover was taking so long, “rut me!”

Applejack didn’t answer her, not verbally anyway. She got behind her kneeling girlfriend and she gripped the tail plug, pulling it out so far and thrusting it back inside her ass. She was rewarded by a very lewd nicker and a pleasured whinny, as well as glistening juices dripping down the inside of her straw yellow thighs. The farmer then slid the toy back in to the hilt in one motion, thrusting it home firmly.

Then, kneeling behind her, Applejack placed her hand between Sunset’s spread open legs and, when she had a handful of her pussy juices on her palm, she used that to lube up her strap on toy. Shuffling forwards on her knees, Applejack wasted no time in gripping her hips and thrusting inside.

“AaaaAAAAAAHN!” Sunset screamed out in sheer pleasure as the toy spread her sopping wet tunnel apart. She loved how strong and firm the farmer was with her, she could feel every ridge and bump along the eight inch length as it went inside all the way to the hilt in one smooth thrust. “Rut me Jackie please!”

Hilted now, Applejack paused. Just enough to let Sunset think she was playing with her, just enough so she whinnied in frustration with the toy filling her like it was. Then, pulling back almost withdrawing from her completely, the farmer thrusted back in all the way to the hilt, her hips slapping Sunset’s ass a lot harder than she had before.

With the force of the hard thrust, Sunset's body lowered a bit, her head on the grass as she spreads her legs wider for balance. “Give it to me, Jackie!”

Spurred on by Sunset’s encouragement, Applejack withdrew midway and she thrusted forwards a third and fourth times, picking up her speed with buck of her hips. “Oooh…” she moaned as the shaft in her felt properly squiffy now.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes buck me Jackie!” Sunset screamed in heaven with each hard thrust giving her more pleasure than the last, “buck me into next week!” The Equestrian screamed out at the top of her lungs, not caring who might see or hear, part of her hoping someone was watching them. Alas, their only witness was the tree they were under giving them shade.

“Want it do you, girl?” A little switch seemed to flick in Applejack’s head as she bucked her hips the roughest yet, getting the toy right to the hilt. As she thrust into her again and again, so hard that Sunset was practically laid on her front rather than kneeling, Applejack’s dominant side came all the way out. Grunting loudly, she pulled back for a harder thrust which mashed herself into Sunset’s ass end.

“Yes! Yes I want it!” Sunset begged as her eyes rolled up, “I want it bad!”

Feeling her way, Applejack lowered herself to Sunset’s ear. “Scream then, you pretty little pony.” She growled as she ran her hands delicately over the straw yellow Equestrian’s shoulders, only to grip them and roughly pull her back as she thrust forward hard.

“Oh give it to meeeeee!” Sunset screamed, pushed as she was to the very edge of her climax, then with an ear shattering “OOooHHHHHH IIIIII GAAHAHHAHHH!” She reached her climax just as a particularly hard thrust made the head of the toy tap her cervix.

As she gave a particularly hard thrust, Applejack could feel the force of Sunset's orgasm under her body. “That's it, pony, scream for the whole orchard to hear,” she pulled out and thrust in as hard as she could, screaming, “SUUUUUUNNY!” She held it in as deep as she could, riding her own climax as she felt Sunset under her do the same.

“I Love You!” Sunset screamed as she came down from her high after a few moments of sheer bliss. “Oh, that was good, sooooo good!” After a good few minutes, when her girlfriend and Mistress had pulled out, she rolled over onto her back on the grass and kissed her lips. “You sure do know how to use that toy, Jackie…”

“Ah know a lot of things, but Ah know Ah'm goin’ to wait till your head is straight before Ah try some of them again.”

“Oh?” Sunset giggled on her back, mostly because the grass was tickling her, “I'd say this afternoon has gone a long way to putting my head on straight. That, or shoving my brain out my ear.”

“Your rear was to full to shove it out that way,” Applejack commented as she shoved herself up to a sitting position and then she stood up and unbuckled the toy from her hips. “The plow can stay where it is,” she said, reaching for her jeans and pulling them up her legs, “Let's head in the house so you can send a note to that Princess you know.”

“Yes ma'am,” Sunset got up from the grass and, under the shade of the tree, stretched her legs, sighing happily when a few muscles popped in her back. She grinned when her Mistress reattached the hoof gloves and locked them around her wrists. “We should do it under the trees more often, Jackie.”

Jeans and boots back on, and the empty bottles stowed back in the wicker basket along with the strap on, Applejack picked up the basket under her arm. “Ah reckon so.”

“And the picnic was nice too,” she giggled, stealing a quick kiss from her lover as they started to walk back side by side from the field to the farm house. Even though they hadn’t eaten any of it, it was still nice. Besides, she was sure they’d eat in Applejack’s room. “Thanks, earlier, for listening to me.”

“Love listens. True love responds.” Applejack returned the kiss with one of her own, “Whatever happens next, that will stay true.”

“Know what? I'm not gonna worry about it. What happens will happens, right?”

With her free hand, Applejack tapped Sunset’s head, a wry grin plastered on her freckled face. “This sweet litt'l thing is gonna worry, so we should put those worries to rest. Ah'm one for making a plan of action and then takin’ action.”

As they reached the farm house, Sunset giggled brightly, “One of the things I love about you, Jackie.”

On the rickety old porch, Applejack raised an eyebrow, “Y’all should be lovin’ all the things about me,” she playfully admonished her, unable to hide her smile.

“I said one of the things!” Sunset protested on the way to the stairs, then she pouted, realising her lover was messing with her and she had walked into it. “Ha de ha. You got me.”

“Your blush is as beautiful as the sunset.”

“You got that straight from one of Rarity's trashy romance books!” Sunset accused, noting that her girlfriend didn’t try to deny it. On her way up the stairs, she swayed her ass side to side, and was rewarded with Applejack’s free hand playing with the tail hairs to help her ass sway. In the farmer’s bedroom, she held up her hooves. “Am I mouth writing?”

“Didn't the Princess say your mouth writing was better than her horn writing?”

“She did.” Sunset, rather clumsily, reached into her bag by the bed and she managed to get the magic journal onto the bed with her hooves. Watching, Applejack didn’t help until she had the book out, then she helped turn to the next blank page. “Thanks sexy. You have my pen?” Obligingly, Applejack placed the non-writing end in Sunset’s mouth. “Thank you,” she mumbled and started to write, ‘Hey Twilight, it's Sunny. How are things progressing over there with the portal and the centaurs?’

“Keep writing your fears,” Applejack put in, knowing that her stubborn girlfriend wouldn’t if she didn’t push her, “Like can it stay open or will it have to be closed.” Blushing, Sunset nonetheless kept writing, scribbling out all her nightmares and fears that she had communicated to her earlier in the southwest field. When she was done, Applejack took the book and closing it, she placed it under the pillow. “Ah guess now we have time till the vibrate alarm goes off.”

Sunset liked where this was going. “Your pony feels like a snuggle on the bed, if Mistress is agreeable?”

“Ah'll take the tail out so we can roll a bit in the snugging, but the hooves stay on. Ah want to remove a fear that if you are a pony, you can still love me as a pony.” Applejack adored the blush that coloured her lover’s face, it went all the way up to her ears. “Ah don't know about Equestrian hooves,” she said as she removed the tail, “But these are close to hooves here. Ah'm waiting to see what you can do with them on me, Shimmer.”

“Equestrian hooves are...to be honest, they’re nothing like these. Ponies can grip with them, manipulate stuff with them, and in the case of mud...earth, ponies, they channel their magic through them.”

Pulling her in close, both girls knelt on the bed and shared a loving kiss. “Ah guess as long as you keep sayin’ mud, then Ah know you're still up here,” she tapped Sunset’s head with a callused finger, “The way you keep correctin’ yourself all the time, it must be an insult in Equestria.”

“It's...” Sunset sighed, her shoulders sagging, “I should know better, really. You see, for the nobility in Canterlot, who are all mostly unicorns, earth ponies are like third class citizens.”

“Ah get it. When we hire some hands for harvest, they don't get the best shake in town. Honest pay for honest work Ah say. Still, can't do much if a restaurant won't let them in.”

Sunset snorted, “It's a stupid prejudice that dates back to before the Unification of the Tribes and has no place in a modern Equestria. The unicorns declared themselves the best of the three pony tribes, because they raised the sun and moon, and used the most magic.”

“Mah counterpart is a mud pony, right?”

“She's an earth pony, Jackie. An apple farmer.”

Applejack kissed Sunset’s lips, “Shimmer, none of us are perfect. While that other AJ may buck you into next week if you said that to her, Ah can take it. Doesn't mean you shouldn't correct yourself, but Ah'm not kicking you out of bed for words that in truth don't hurt me.”

“I love you, Jackie, and I always will.”

“Eeyup. Now, Ah want snuggles until the Princess writes back, then, maybe some more writing, and then Ah want them hooves trying to pleasure me.”

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Celestia yawned at the breakfast table in the kitchen of the villa she shared with her sister. While it was ten in the morning, she was far from ‘rested’, thanks to the night she had just shared with Moonsilver in the dream realm. Sat in just her bathrobe and collar – she hadn’t seen the need to get dressed, seeing as how Cheerilee was naked, except for an apron, at the stove cooking the last batch of pancakes.

Luna, sat beside her sister, caught the yawn and snickered into her third coffee of the morning. She knew full well what her older sibling had gotten up to in the night, thanks to the fact that her sister was a screamer. That, and the fact that that Cheerilee had changed her bedsheets fifteen minutes ago when she had at last woken up. “You know,” she giggled, unable to resist a tease, “Leelee had to change the bedding when we got back too. I don't think she washed it though. I think she has it in the closet and nests there when I'm out.”

Rather pointedly, Cheerilee just blushed, chose to say nothing and, when the pancakes were cooked, served up the very late breakfast. Smiling gratefully at the fuchsia skinned submissive, Celestia dived straight in, taking a mouthful of blueberry pancake in her mouth. She was amazed at the dream realm, how she actually had the taste of her Master’s semen in her mouth. “Wouldn't be the first time she's done that, right Lu?” she asked thickly.

“I think it’s the first time she curled up with centaur musk, though.” Luna commented, making Cheerilee, who had resumed her position kneeling on her cushion to the left of her Mistress, snort out her milk back into the glass from whence it came. Idly, she wondered if it was worth stealing a kiss of her toes through the sandals she wore.

“I'm sure I don't know what you mean...” Celestia tried very hard to protest, then she giggled. Given the state in which she had woken up, wet through with cum-stained sheets, she didn’t really have a leg to stand on. So, she changed the subject instead. “Your bed is comfortable, though.”

Looking down, Luna caught sight of her pet inching closer to her feet and she gave her a warning tap to her nose. “To make sure that Leelee doesn't go overboard on the naughty, I have a monitor...” she gave her sister and her pet a very sly little smile.

At once, Celestia was both surprised and intrigued, “Lu!” she started before taking a sip of her own coffee, “I never took you for a spy!” however, as she ate her pancakes, she thought. That thought turned into a deep blush. “What ah...what have you seen?”

“Oh, no, I'm not a voyeur.” Luna smiled, smoothing a non-existent wrinkle out of her white tee shirt, “I only know that the winch was used in the room. Leelee told me about the day you peeked in on us. Did you have fun?” Although, before her sister could answer, she reached her hand down and she affectionately stroked her pet’s two tone pink hair. “Tell Tia why I have a monitor.”

Reminded of ‘that’ incident, Cheerilee averted her eyes to the floor, though she did purr softly at the petting she was receiving. “I tried some self-suspension bondage. Could have ended badly.” She chose not to mention the fact that it very nearly had ended badly.

“Yes, as it happens, Lu. I had a lot of fun. I needed some adjustment on my attitude after Rosie left the other day. Moonsilver was happy to provide that adjustment, thankfully.” Celestia glanced down at a heavily blushing Cheerilee on her cushion and gave her a smile, though the younger woman’s eyes were closed, “In that case, I'm glad you have the monitor.” She dreaded to think what her Master would do if he caught her doing something like that.

Luna looked immensely put out. “Now I wish I could have peeked in on you,” she huffed good-naturedly as she ate her own breakfast, “How goes the efforts to get Moonsilver home?”

“As far as I know, very well. Sunset said she would keep me informed if anything changed.” At that, Celestia went quiet and she moved on from the pancakes, starting on the scrambled eggs, chewing them thoughtfully. Moonsilver's offer of joining was running around in her head, like it had been for the past eight days since the festival.

“We live in a crazy world.” Luna stated matter-of-factly as she swallowed the last of her coffee and tapped her pet’s shoulder, “Refill please, Leelee. You may have one for yourself.” She turned her attention back to her sister when Cheerilee got up and carried out her order. “It was hard for me to even accept how crazy it was, but that proof has been rubbed in my face.” From the coffee machine, Cheerilee softly sang 'Strange Magic' while it boiled, earning her an eye roll from her Mistress.

“Hmmmm...” Celestia, distracted by the offer of going to Equestria playing in a loop in her mind, didn’t notice Cheerilee place the fresh mugs of coffee down on the table, “Strange times…”

“I wonder what will happen if the portal is closed,” said Luna, pointing with a finger to the cushion and pleased to see her pet resume her kneeled position, “or for that matter what will happen if they can't close it.” Cheerilee then took it upon herself to serenade them with 'Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic', only to be poked in the ribs by Luna a few verses in.

Celestia sighed, “Lu, Lee, I have something to say to the both of you, an important something.”

Luna looked down at Cheerilee. Cheerilee looked up at Luna. Both women wiggled their eyebrows at each other, each thinking the exact same thing. “Do tell, sister of mine.”

Though she knew the moment to tell them was at hand, Celestia decided to see if she could have a little fun, especially when Luna lifted her coffee mug up to her mouth. She waited until the liquid touched her lips. “You're going to be an aunt.”

Luna froze in mid-sip, until the coffee started to burn. She swallowed, though her eyes were wide as saucers. “Wow.” Cheerilee breathed, “Didn't see that coming.”

“You'll both be god parents, right?” Celestia asked with as straight a face as she could muster.

While Cheerilee applauded, Luna’s eyes narrowed in her sister’s direction. She admired the attempt, but she was too long in the game to buy it. “Are you getting a cat?”

“A cat?”

Now it was Cheerilee’s turn to snort out her coffee. “I don't think Mistress thinks you're really pregnant,” she explained.

“How can she be?”

“Fine,” Celestia conceded as her sister gestured to her, “Oh queen of the pranksters. Yes, I'm not pregnant. Not that we haven't tried.”

“Evidence of your tries are in the linen,” Luna added slyly, thoroughly enjoying seeing her sister squirm.

“I think she would get an eagle instead of a cat anyways.” Cheerilee said and, when Luna glanced in her direction, she added, “I've seen one hanging around the house and peeking into your sister’s bedroom, Mistress.”

That earned her a most questioning look from her sister, one that Celestia just knew she couldn’t avoid. “Yes, Lu, that would be Rehanos. He's Moonsilver's...I don't know the right term...companion, Friend? Partner? He ah...he's the reason I have no underwear anymore.”

Luna covered her mouth, “That should be interesting come the next school year.”

“About that,” Celestia shuffled uncomfortably on her seat.

“You're wigging like Leelee does after a good paddling.” Luna stated, sensing gossip like a shark senses blood. Helpfully, Cheerilee wiggled on her cushion, leaving it up in the air if she had received a good paddling or not.

Suddenly, Celestia found her plate of eggs to be very interesting indeed. “Moonsilver asked me, back at the festival, if I would go with him, to Equestria.” She said softly.

Without a second’s hesitation, Cheerilee clapped her hands and, when Luna showed no sign of doing anything, she nudged her hard in the thigh. “With all that entails,” Luna started after a moment’s thought, “Or at least what I've heard from Sunset Shimmer, are you willing to take that chance and live?”

“Yes.” She answered her sister quickly and confidently. “I've been thinking about it since the festival. Of ways to tell you, I mean. I made my mind up then and there to go.”

Luna laid her hand over Celestia’s and she squeezed it gently. “I've suspected this since the beginning when I admitted to the wild magic. I would rather have a sister alive and well in another world than lonely and dying in this one.”

“Really?” Celestia’s eyes started welling up when they both nodded at her. “I mean, it's not like we'd be gone for good, we could come back, you could come to us!”

“That really depends on what they do with the portal,” Luna pointed out, “There is that book, so we can write to each other at the very least. If the book is left behind.”

“I honestly don't know,” Celestia shrugged, “Even if that portal at the school is closed though, who's to say the Princesses can't open another one?”

“Okay, you got me there. As long as it’s for visits and not to banish some monster or facilitate some migration again.” Luna said with a sense of finality while Cheerilee started to clean up the breakfast dishes.

Now that the slight tension had gone – tension that she entirely imagined in her head – Celestia sighed and decided to have a little fun. “Oh I don't know, Principal Luna, you'd love sorting the next attempt at world domination. That, and banishing students from the faculty lot.”

“Prin...” Luna caught herself, “The title is not hereditary. That will be for the school board to decide.”

“You know you want it!” Cheerilee giggled from the sink where she had taken upon herself to wash up.

“The larger office yes, and I'll apply of course. Maybe I could get a recommendation?”

“Oh...I think the departing Principal will have kind words to say about her potential replacement,” Celestia gave her sister a playful wink.

Suddenly, Luna stood up so fast that she thrust her chair backwards. Arching her back, she thrust her hands like claws up into the air, cackling like a Saturday morning cartoon villain. “The power shall be mine!” she cried dramatically, “I will rule the parking lots! None shall ever again park in unauthorized spots!” Cheerilee's laughter could be heard from the kitchen.

“Oh dear...what have I unleashed upon the world?” Celestia wondered with a giggle as Cheerilee lost it in uproarious laughter. “Do I need to threaten you with the rainbows and the lasers? I hear the girls do it almost to order these days.”

“I don't think I'll miss any of that,” Luna commented as she moved her chair under the kitchen table. “The track and field area is still not fully recovered from the Friendship Games.”

“I know how you feel about that, Lu.” Celestia took a moment to sip at her refilled coffee now that it was cool enough and they moved from the kitchen through to the living room, where they sat on the couch. “Thank you, sister, for being so understanding over all this.”

Again, Luna squeezed her sister’s hand. “Are you happy, Tia?”

“So very happy Lu!”

That concluded matters as far as Luna was concerned. All she had wanted was for her older sister to be happy. That was all she and Berryshine and Roseluck had ever wanted. “I'll miss you, and I do hope they have some postal system in place, but to see you walking out of the darkness I love into the light you love is what really matters to me.” She sat and sipped at her fresh coffee. “When will you tell your herd?”

“I don't know,” Celestia answered her honestly, mulling it over with a mouthful of hot coffee. “I was thinking on getting Rosie and Bez round for some fun one night and getting Silver here too, and telling them then, all together.”

“Sounds like something an alpha mare would do, alright.” Luna agreed, “I can't see them following you though, so make the most of it.”

Celestia had a somewhat glum expression on her face as she sat on the couch and thought about that. Looking down, she couldn’t help but look at the old faded scars on her forearms. Everything her sister and her two close friends had done for her weighed on her mind. “I do hope they don't think I've messed them around. We've only been a herd for two weeks.”

“Hope for the best and you can all cross over either way,” Luna said supportively, “But prepare for the worse and party like it’s your last night together.”

“Memories and photos are forever,” Cheerilee put in as she too walked in from the kitchen with a glass of orange juice for herself that she hadn’t been allowed to have. She brazenly walked past her Mistress and knelt on the cushion by the couch, displaying the glass of juice like it was a rare prize.

“I like the sound of that.” Celestia smiled, “Party like its 1999...” she facepalmed and sighed so much her shoulders sagged, “I'm so old...”

“1999?” Cheerilee just couldn’t resist. It had after all been two whole days since she had been properly punished by her Mistress. Two days too long. She couldn’t allow her to get rusty, after all. “When was that?” she asked innocently and, sure enough, there came the sound and the feel of a loud slap against her bare ass.

Celestia laughed out loud, not because of Cheerilee’s sarcasm, but because of the very large smile that Cheerilee wore on her face following the short, sharp smack to her behind. “I think someone is asking for a punishment, Lu.”

“She earned it with the orange juice,” Luna confirmed, making her pet smile wider, “But my pet does think she’s funny at times.”

“If you're going to do something fun in the playroom, can I watch?”

In the worse monotone voice ever, which was a very good imitation of Maud Pie, Cheerilee said, “Oh no. I have stage fright. I don't know what I will ever do. I...”

Luna’s palm striking Cheerilee’s other ass cheek made sure that her submissive lover never finished her sentence. “That may be too much of a reward. Still my pet is a naughty pet. To the room and prepare for your punishment.”

Cheerilee looked down at the floor, but that couldn’t hide the smile on her face, “Yes, Mistress.” She turned about and practically ran to the bedroom.

Celestia watched her sister’s pet scamper off, “Just how do you plan on punishing her?”

Luna waved a hand, “Oh, I was thinking the trapeze. I believe you remember peeking in on that.”

Celestia swallowed, “I… I would like to be part of that too. I’m the reason your pet was naughty.”

Luna laughed, “Really, do you think she needs an excuse to be naughty?” She shook her head, “You’re also a terrible liar, sister. My pet noted how you ran when you last peeked in. Also, I had a chance to talk to Moonsilver about your last visit to my room.”

“Oh,” said Celestia. “I’m… I’m ready this time!”

“No, you’re not,” responded Luna. “But I will let you watch and maybe even play. I’m sure your spanking her ass may bring more pain that she expects.” Luna moved off to her bedroom, “Do follow along, dear sister. I’m sure this will be educational.”

Celestia watched Luna leave the living room frozen in her spot. In her mind she did want to play, but the fear in her heart left her rooted. “Damn it!” Shear will power forced one foot to move forward, followed by the second. Once she was moving, she continued to Luna’s bedroom door. She was in time to see Luna operate the switch on the wall.

Cheerilee stood next to the bed, naked having shed the apron, and her hands behind her back. She was looking directly at her with a huge smile.

“I’m so happy you could make it, dear sister. I was worried for a moment you might have changed your mind.” With the cables down Luna attached the trapeze bar between the two. She glanced over to Celestia to see that ‘deer in the headlights’ look.

Celestia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, the inner calm had returned to her. “I’m not one to back out of a challenge.”

“Of course. How foolish of me to think otherwise,” said Luna. “Be a dear and bind Leelee’s wrists behind her back. Your hands may have free access to her body.”

Celestia looked around and quickly spotted the short length of white nylon rope on the bed. She ran her hand over the pet’s breast to reach the rope. Her other hand had a firm grasp of Cheerilee’s ass to maintain her balance. She dragged both her hands and rope across the sub’s pert nipples before she moved behind Cheerilee. Celestia was no slouch at tying someone up. Berry, Rose, and she had taken turns on each other. She soon had Cheerilee’s wrists bound.

“Well done, sister,” said Luna after a quick check of the binding. She led Cheerilee up onto the bed. The trapeze was all the way down against the bed.

Celestia watched Luna lay her pet down on her back with her knees over the bar. She noticed that the bar was thick with heavy padding. Luna moved over to the switch and raised the bar till Cheerilee’s lower legs were parallel to the bed.

“I usually make my pet do this, but I’ll go easy on her today since you are here,” said Luna. “Hold up her shoulders so her breasts touch her legs.”

Celestia moved onto the bed and lifted Cheerilee’s shoulders. She could tell from how little effort it took that Cheerilee was doing a crunch and didn’t really need any help. The view was nice though. She watched Luna take a length of rope and bind Cheerilee’s lower legs to her upper arms with the rope passing just under the bar. Celestia quickly became wet just watching Luna at work. One hand slipped between Cheerilee’s breast and legs to fondle a nipple.

Luna smiled as she watched her sister take her part in this play. “This binding will keep her on the bar, and leave her ass free from obstruction,” Luna said while she worked. When finished she said, “You can stop holding her now, but you don’t have to let go of that breast yet.” She couldn’t help but laugh when Celestia’s hand moved like Cheerilee’s breast turned to fire. She was still laughing when she raised the trapeze bar as Celestia’s blush was worth laughing at.

Celestia was furious at her reaction to Luna’s words. It was usually her that caught Luna’s hand in the cookie jar and not the other way around. As the bar raised, Cheerilee did tilt back a bit, but the bar remained firmly under her knees. The tilt just made her ass that much more accessible. “How often have you done this?” asked Celestia as she could tell the binding was just right.

“As often as it pleases me,” answered Luna. “Not as often as it would please her.” Luna picked up a long, flat, flexible bat. “The wires will keep her from spinning, though she can still twist a bit. Just gives more surface to hit.” She handed the handle to Celestia. “Get her started.”

Celestia had never seen a bat like this, nor did she remember it when she last peeked in. Then she didn’t stay very long after that visit. “I’m surprised Moonsilver didn’t use this on me.”

“I had it custom made some time ago,” said Luna. “It is perfect for this, but not really practical for just a straightforward paddling. It was still in my closet, so I think he thought the same thing.”

Celestia swung it a few times and it really was flexible. The next swing connected with Cheerilee’s ass with a loud slap. The sub only moved a little on impact. “This is…” She swung it again with some force, and the impact was louder, and Cheerilee moved a bit more. “Fun.” Just air resistance made the bat flex when she swung it, but then it continued to flex back as Cheerilee moved. The smile on the sub’s face told her she was doing it right, but she had no idea if what she was doing hurt. A glance at Luna didn’t help as she was now sitting on a chair watching Celestia work.

She was several swings in before she got a moan out of Cheerilee. It was enough to make her hesitate not for causing any pain, but just how hot it was making her feel to do this. Another glance at her sister showed Luna was masturbating with a hand deep in her crotch. Celestia continued to swing the bat, and Cheerilee became more vocal as she did. For Celestia it was a race to see who would orgasm first among the three of them.

Luna won that race with Celestia coming in a close second. It took several more swings before Cheerilee finally came. While the bat wasn’t very heavy, it took a lot more work than Celestia though it would. She was drenched in sweat. Luna was just as sweaty when she hugged her.

“Well done, sister,” whispered Luna in her sister’s ear. “We have only started though.” Luna moved back over to the switch and lowered Cheerilee butt down to the bed. “I have a lovely double ended dildo that I usually use now, but with you here. One of us can do that while the other can let my pet worship some feet.”

The squeal from Cheerilee let Celestia know just know that she was sure Luna did both herself, but she was doing to humor her sister. Celestia was never into foot worship, until Moonsilver had her doing that with Berry. She looked at just how sweaty her toes were and knew that is just want Cheerilee wanted. “You can use the dildo, sister. I’ll let your pet taste some different toes.”

“I’m sure she would be clapping right now if she could,” said Luna. She untied the biding letting Cheerilee’s back fall back to the bed, but the trapeze kept her legs in the air. Luna moved to the dresser to pull out the dildo and back to the bed to slip it into Cheerilee. She quickly moved into position to insert the other end into herself. “No biting, pet.”

Celestia knew that was her que, but how should she do it? Both Cheerilee and Luna were looking at her, but she could tell neither of them were going to be helpful. Inspiration struck her as she moved to stand on top of Cheerilee. Her knees on either side of Cheerilee’s butt and her own butt against the pet’s breasts put her toes just were they were needed. Against Cheerilee’s lips. She had a direct view of the dildo between two sets of pussy lips was a bonus. She could feel Cheerilee waste no time as she sucked on her sweaty toes. “Thank you for letting me play with you two.”

“The pleasure is ours, sister,” said Luna as she moved to let the dildo slip in and out of the two of them. “Maybe you’ll invite the two of us to play with your herd someday.”

Celestia slipped a hand between her own legs. Cheerilee was nibbling on her toes, but she didn’t bite. The squelching added to the pleasure of her own hand. The thought of Luna and Cheerilee playing with her herd-mates drove Celestia to higher ecstasy. She would be sure to include them when the chance happened.