‘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.

The thought that she was late for supper with her girlfriend’s family was warring with thoughts of centaurs and Equestria and the portal, all thanks to her meeting with Principal Celestia that had wrapped up not half an hour ago. Her first instinct had been to not believe it, but, upon reflection, she decided to give her principal the benefit of the doubt. Celestia wasn’t given to flights of fancy and, after all, she was an alien from another dimension. Who was she to say what was impossible?

Just as she pulled up outside the wooden farmhouse, its once bright red paint now faded by decades of exposure to the elements, Applejack stepped out of the house to greet her girlfriend. Thankfully, as it was the height of summer, it was still light out, even though it was pushing eight in the evening. The teenage farmer was wearing her outfit that Rarity had made for the fashion show at Camp Everfree. She did so like the red off the shoulder top and pale blue skirt. It was nice, while not too fru-fru. “Run'n a bit slow, Sugarcube?” she asked, leaning against the porch post and tilting up her stetson.

“I’m sorry Jackie, the meeting with Celly took a little longer than I thought,” Sunset replied, a blush on her cheeks as she removed her red helmet with its yellow flames and killed the engine. “I mean, Celestia!” she corrected herself with a smile.

Applejack didn’t budge from her position by the porch post. It was almost like she was propping it up. Which, given the ancient nature of the farmhouse, she just might be. “What was it she really wanted?” she asked skeptically. Sunset had been a mite vague on the phone earlier, just saying it was ‘portal stuff’.

Getting off her bike, she propped it up and fluffed up her red and yellow hair before she walked towards her girlfriend and dominant. “I was right earlier. It was a portal thing. Celly...Celestia was asking about it. Apparently,” she took a deep breath for she didn’t know how Applejack would take what she was about to say. She did know however there was no point or sense in lying. “There are centaurs living in the Everfree Forest.”

“Say what now?”

“Centaurs, Everfree Forest.” Sunset responded to the not entirely unexpected deadpan look from the farmer. “Next to Camp Everfree. Equestrian portal. Celestia said there's a big tribe of them, concealed by old magic. Namely, gemstones. You remember the standing stones?”

“Yeah, Ah 'member those.” Applejack commented, casting her mind back to the recent stay at the camp, and the evenly spaced ten foot high standing stones placed around the edges of the forest. Neither Timber Spruce nor Gloriosa Daisy could explain their origin, only that they were ancient and pre-dated the settling of what was now Canterville City. Her green eyes wandered down Sunset’s body, past her waistline, as she pondered this, and she saw something she didn’t like. “With all that happened at the camp, it’s odd we didn't see something.”

“About that.” Sunset had a theory, just like the Principal and the Princess seemed to have a theory. “Celestia was saying those stones are a line of defense. Somehow they conceal them. The magic in the stones make them invisible…” she saw where Applejack was looking and she shifted a little from booted foot to booted foot. “Something wrong?”

Solemnly, Applejack nodded. She knew just what her naughty pet had done. “Them lines in your skirt really don't compliment your butt none.”

‘Buuuuuusted!’ Sunset Shimmer thought, singing the thought to herself. “What lines?” she asked, the innocent look on her face belying the fact that she knew perfectly well what she had done wrong. “Only, the magic of the stones is failing, see?” she tried to forge ahead in the hopes that her Mistress would be distracted. “So the centaurs are becoming visible. Celestia wanted me to ask P.Twi what the deal was.”

Applejack stood immobile, just nodding her head a second time, the cool evening breeze blowing strands of her blonde hair across her freckled face. “First, do ya believe her? Second, did ya put them on before or after ya visited with her?”

That was a question Sunset had been asking herself over and over again on the way over to the farm from Celestia’s house. Ultimately she had made her mind up. “I believe her. I remember my Equestrian history enough that there was a centaur uprising a thousand years ago. P.Twi's looking into it.” That said, she looked down at her boots, she saw the line of her panties just visible through her form fitting white work dress. “A-After, Miss Jackie.”

“Eeyup,” Applejack caught the submissive tone in her girlfriend’s usually confident voice. It alone sent a thrill up her spine. “So, she get an eyeful from ya?”

“I showed her my girls,” Sunset answered truthfully as she looked up to meet her dominant’s stern gaze. Not that she’d ever lie to her. Not again, anyway. She hadn’t been able to sit right for three days after that one time. “She was all depressed about how she looks, like, seriously 'do something about it' down, and she had this negligée thing that screamed Rarity on, so I thought I'd cheer her up...I...may have flashed her though, without meaning to.”

“Uh huh,” that deadpan look was back on the farmer’s face. “‘Not mean' to. Right. So you're a good filly ‘till you come to see me then?”

“It was cold, on the bike!” Sunset protested, though the words were out of her mouth before she could think them through and realise that it was the middle of summer and not cold at all, even now at eight p.m. “I-I’m sorry, Miss Jackie.”

At last, Applejack shifted from her position leaning against the porch post. “Naw, you ain't. Not yet at least.” She smirked as a few fireflies began dancing around the trees. In an hour or two when it was finally dark, they’d look quite spectacular. “Maybe Ah’ll get ya a furry seat cover. Wouldn't want mah Shimmer's ass to get cold now, would Ah?”

Sunset Shimmer shivered and blushed at the usage of her pet name. Even though there was nobody but the Apples here to hear them – and they all knew all about the kinky things Applejack and Sunset got up to – it still sent a thrill through her when her Mistress did that. The orange choker around her neck with the word ‘Shimmer’ on it was her sign that she was owned. “Mmmm n-no Miss Jackie, I wouldn't want that at all.”

“We been hold'n supper for ya, but you can leave that bit of cloth in yer helmet for now.” Applejack stated simply. She held the front door open for her pony and she noticed that her little sister was watching them from the kitchen window.

“Yes Miss Jackie.” Sunset knew what was expected of her. The fact that Apple Bloom was watching with rapt attention from the kitchen window didn’t deter her in the slightest. She lifted up her white dress and, lowering her orange panties down her legs, she took the thin piece of material and deposited them in her helmet, leaving both on her bike seat before walking inside.

When Sunset entered the house, the first thing she saw was Apple Bloom laughing over what she had just witnessed. The second thing was the eldest sibling, Big Macintosh, serving up a hearty summer stew. She noted, thankfully, he was setting out just vegetables on her plate at her usual place setting. Applejack followed her inside and Granny Smith was already seated at the rustic kitchen table.

Sunset took her usual place at the table, closely followed by Apple Bloom. The youngest Apple prompted to sit by a stern glare from Granny. A faint blush coloured her cheeks because she knew what the young teen had been laughing about. Instinctively she squeezed her legs together. “Thanks for holding supper, guys, I appreciate it.”

“Never hurt anyone to wait on guests.” Granny Smith waved away Sunset’s comment with a gesture of her hand just as Apple Bloom’s tummy rumbled its objection almost on cue.

“As long as you're not afraid to get a leg gnawed off.” Applejack laughed, playfully punching her little sister’s shoulder and taking her seat next to Sunset. Once everyone had been served, Big Macintosh sat at the head of the kitchen table and said grace.

“What kept you?” Apple Bloom asked when everyone had started digging into the vegetable stew with a relish that screamed they were all hungry.

Sunset Shimmer considered that for a moment. She didn’t want to lie, but she felt the whole truth might be a bit much, for now anyway. “Well Squirt, I had to go see Principal Celestia. She had a little problem, nothing to worry about.”

The moment she heard ‘Principal’, Apple Bloom sang, “Sunset is in trouble! Sunset is in trouble!” She was just glad for once it wasn’t her and her friends. The fact it was the summer holidays escaped her for the moment.

“She sure is, lil’ sis!” Applejack laughed.

Sunset couldn’t help but giggle as she ate her meal. “The good kind of trouble.”

“I don't get it!” Apple Bloom exclaimed just like she had done many times in the past, ever since she had first watched her big sister take a cane to Sunset’s bare behind. “I do what I can so Granny don't use that switch on me, and you do what you can so AJ will!”

“It's the difference between punishment and 'punishment', Squirt.” Sunset sympathised with the young girl. There were a lot of people who didn’t get it. Those few seemed to judge her the loudest. “Discipline with love isn't the same as love with discipline. You'll get it when you're older. Say, Mac, how's Sugar Belle? Bet she don't mind the switch, huh big guy?”

Big Macintosh’s knowing smile was all the answer Sunset needed. “Nope.” He replied in his simple way.

“Sooner or later you'll have to make that choice Mac.” Applejack said in between mouthfuls of her stew. “You know we can do fine if you move to Our Town.”

“Still think'n about it.”

“Moving's gotta be better than you keep driving out there with bushels of apples.” Sunset commented reasonably, getting a nod of approval from Granny. She swallowed a mouthful of stew and giggled, throwing her hand dramatically to her forehead, Rarity style. “Think of Rustbucket! Your poor truck deserves a break!”

Big Macintosh chuckled softly and raised an eyebrow at that, a simple gesture perhaps, but for him it was like rolling around on the floor in fits of laughter. “He likes to call it 'seasoned', Shimmer.” Applejack put in, the use of her girlfriend’s pet name setting Apple Bloom to giggling.

“Yes Miss Jackie.” All at once, the usually confident and self-assured Sunset Shimmer was as contrite and reserved as a certain pink haired yellow skinned friend of theirs at the use of her other name, her whole aspect flipping like a switch. “Sorry Mac.”

Saying nothing to the sudden change, Macintosh just went back to eating his stew. What his sister and her girlfriend did was of no concern to him, after all. Apple Bloom though, hearing the name ‘Shimmer’, was suddenly curious. “How hard is it to walk in those shoes?” she asked, “AJ won't let me try them on.”

Applejack rested her spoon down and sighed. “They're too big for ya sis, and you'd hurt an ankle.” She resumed her eating, her sister’s cute pout and big eye attack combo having no effect on her whatsoever. After so long she had become immune to the deadly attack.

“Shimmer's shoes?” Sunset asked with a smile, her attention for the moment drawn away from her supper. “Well, they took some getting used to at first, Squirt. They're modelled on this world's horse's hooves. Different to back home.”

“Ah still think it's funny you pretend'n to be a horse.”

Applejack shot her sister a half-hearted glare, “Ah think it’s really cute, especially when Ah have the reigns.”

“And the crop.” Macintosh put in, the gentle giant chuckling.

Granny Smith rolled her eyes. “Young'ns these days…”

Sunset levelled an even look at the young teen. “You didn't think it was funny when we let you watch last time, Squirt.” Happy at the heavy blush that spread over Apple Bloom’s face, Sunset went back to her stew. “It just scratches an itch, that's all. Reminds me how great life is here in my new home.”

“Scoots thought it was funny,” Apple Bloom studied her half empty bowl, “but Sweetie just wanted to know...” she didn’t finish her sentence. She was blushing so hard there was a chance she was going to set the house on fire.

“She wanted to know if you'd wash her down as gently as you do Shimmer?” Sunset asked with a giggle, thoroughly enjoying Apple Bloom’s blush. “I think you make a great stable hand, Squirt.”

When Apple Bloom shrugged, her older sister laughed lightly, coming to her rescue. “She's not too sure if she wants to go that way yet.”

“Those three are thick as thieves!”

“They are that, Granny.” Sunset agreed, managing to speak and make herself understood around the mouthfuls of stew she was eating. “I've heard the many and varied tales of what the Canterlot Movie Club gets up to.”

“Not everything Ah approve of, either.”

“What,” Apple Bloom seemed to shrink under Applejack’s scrutiny. “We haven't jumped theaters in a long time.”

Big Macintosh let out a very heavy sigh. A sigh that told everyone at the table that he and his sister had spoken about this for many a time. And they had, too. “Save your discipline for your pony girl, AJ. Bloom knows the right of it now.”

Sunset coughed and determined to change the subject a little. “What I don't get though, is if you're a Movie Club, how does Scootaloo end up covered in tree sap all the time?”

Apple Bloom stared intently at the tabletop, mumbling something that sounded like, “Sweetie...”

Laughing hard, Applejack enjoyed her sister’s discomfort. “Ah reckon that girl will grow up to make Rarity look tame.”

Sunset Shimmer quietly fingered her Rarity-made orange choker that was locked around her neck by a little padlock to which only her girlfriend, soulmate and Mistress had the key and laughed. “Say no more, Squirt.”

No sooner had everyone at the table finished their respective meal, than Applejack clapped her hands, getting the family’s attention. “Bloom, desert please!”

“Ah’m on it!”

As the young teen shot up from the table and scooted over to the refrigerator, a thing which was as old, battered and ancient as the rest of the house and its utensils, Applejack handed her girlfriend a black bandana she had pulled from her pocket. “Cover your eyes, this is an Apple family secret desert. You can taste, but not see.”

Big Macintosh rolled his eyes, but Granny Smith approved as she carried the supper dishes to the sink. “Good to see the tradition continues.”

While Sunset rolled her eyes, she did take the bandana anyway, wrapping it around her eyes. She knew full well how much her girlfriend’s family respected traditions and rituals. She also knew the best way to get ‘in’ with the family was to do the same. You only had to watch Applejack do her chicken dance with the pigs to know that. “You know I respect traditions, Jackie.”

When the dessert was placed in front of the blindfolded girl, the first thing Sunset picked up on was that it smelled good, really good. Of course there were apples in it, she smelled those straightaway. There was ‘something’ else, too. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She felt familiar callused fingers place a fork in her hand. Gingerly she held the fork and toyed with the dessert. “Hmmm feels like apple crumble...” she inhaled, “It smells like apple, but there's more...” she popped a forkful of it in her mouth and it hit her. “I got it! Apple and rhubarb, right?”

Straightaway there was a round of applause from all around the table. “See, we do eat something other than apples!” Apple Bloom squeaked happily while Applejack removed the makeshift blindfold.

Sunset giggled, well aware of the city-wide rumour that the Apple family never ate anything other than apples. “It's delicious, Squirt!”

“Darn toot'n!” Granny Smith looked overjoyed at Sunset’s reaction.

“Eeyup!” Big Macintosh beamed from across the table, while at Sunset’s side, Applejack casually slid her left hand up her girlfriend’s leg, up her thigh and under her white skirt. His sister’s action was concealed by the table. “Glad you like it.”

“Aaaah...” Applejack’s hand may have been obscured, but Sunset’s reaction certainly was not. The red head had a blush on her face as red as her hair, though she made no attempt to stop the fingers that were gently stroking her moist hairless labia. “Um...uh, yeah! I love it!” to cover herself, she quickly took another spoonful.

Granny Smith and Big Macintosh were unaware of what was going on, however, Apple Bloom’s sharp eyes had seen her sister leaning towards Sunset with her hand under the table. Immediately she had a sense that ‘something’ was happening. She ducked down under the table to have a look. She was not disappointed. Unashamedly, Applejack lifted up Sunset’s skirt to give her sister a clear view.

Seconds later, having watched Applejack slide two of her fingers in and out of Sunset’s wet snatch, Apple Bloom was back up and at her dessert with a strong blush on her face. “We'll be going out to the barn after we do the dishes, so y’all don't need to wait up for us.” She stated boldly, not hiding her intentions in the slightest.

Sunset, with two of her Mistress’s fingers buried knuckle deep in her sopping wet tunnel, tried very hard to act normally and eat her dessert without spitting it everywhere. It was a feat she managed, just. She knew full well what Apple Bloom had just seen, the lewd display under the table. Damn if that wasn’t hot! “AAh...th-the barn. Yes Miss Jackie...” she had her legs apart, just like her Mistress liked them.

Granny Smith stood up from the table once she had finished her dessert and in one breath dispelled any illusion that the rest of them were unaware of what was happening at her table. “Just be sure to clean the chair along with the dishes when y’all are done, young’n.”

Applejack, a picture of calm serenity, kept her delving fingers where they were. In her girlfriend’s pussy. “Not a problem, Granny.”

Sunset still had her blush well in place as she ground herself against her Mistress’s hand and her wonderful, magical fingers. If there was one thing she loved about humans it was their fingers. Fantastic, dextrous fingers. Sunset loved what Applejack could do with hers. The first time, this had been embarrassing, now it was just hot. “Y-Yes Graaaaanny!”

Big Macintosh stood up as Sunset bit her lip and moaned. “Ah'm for an early day tomorrow, so good night.” Not that he had anything against his sister’s girlfriend, he just preferred the way his Sugar Belle moaned when he had her gagged over a hay bale.

Wisely, Apple Bloom took that as her cue to leave too. “Ah still have some homework to finish, good night, Ah guess.”

Granny Smith nodded. “Ah'll be going up too.”

“Good night, y’all.” Applejack called out as each member of her family ascended the creaking wooden stairs to the floor above. When they were alone, she looked at Sunset and pointed to the dishes in the sink with the hand that was free.

“G-G-Good night!” Sunset called out loudly, making sure she was heard on the floor above. Creaking floorboards were her only reply. Moments later, once she was done with her dessert, Sunset skillfully extricated herself from her Mistress’s fingers and she scooted over to the sink. “I got the dishes, Miss Jackie.”

As Sunset stood up, Applejack made it a point to make a show of licking her fingers clean. A slow, sexy show. “You wash, Ah'll dry.”

By the sink, Sunset squeezed her damp thighs together and bit her lip at the lewd display. “Yes Miss Jackie.” She quickly started to wash the dishes, not wanting to keep her Mistress waiting.

True to her word, Applejack assisted her girlfriend by drying and putting away. “Ah sure am glad you liked the desert. Not something we have often.”

“Took me a moment to get the rhubarb. The blindfold threw me for a loop there. Nice touch, by the way.”

“Really is a tradition.” Applejack replied, a little glum tone colouring her beautiful country accent as she spoke, “It’s s’posed to show we are more than apple farmers.”

Sunset immediately picked up on the rather saddened tone and in order to cheer her girlfriend up she kissed each freckle on her cheeks. It worked. “And here I thought you were allergic to anything other than apples!” she giggled and kissed her on the nose. “I really did love it.”

Once dishes were done and put away, something that didn’t take them very long – by now there were a well-oiled machine as far as the dishes were concerned – the farmer passed Sunset a towel. “Now for that chair, missy.”

Taking the towel, Sunset bowed politely. It was a familiar way for them to slip into their respective roles for the play that was to follow. “Yes Miss Jackie.” She took the towel and she made a very good show of cleaning the chair, even though there wasn’t much there, thanks to the fact that her white skirt had taken the brunt of her leaking juices. Just to make sure, she gave the seat a slow lick.

Applejack was the one that had to bite her lip now. Sweet lord if that show wasn’t hot! “Good job Shimmer, now strip, and fold it all nice on that chair. Ponies don't wear clothes, do they?”

“Mmmm…” Sunset couldn’t stop the moan, or the shudder as she stood up and stripped off first her boots and then her dress to stand naked in the kitchen. She made sure to do it slow, just like her girlfriend liked it. “No Mistress,” she said quietly and submissively, “ponies don't wear clothes.” She took a moment to make sure her work clothes were folded nice and her boots were placed under the chair.

Watching, Applejack admired her naked pet, stood just like she had taught her with her legs just apart and her arms behind her back. She allowed herself a few moments to walk around her and look Sunset up and down, like a cattle merchant inspecting a purchase. Checking the folded clothes she was pleased to see they had been left just so. Everything had its place, after all. “Follow.” She ordered simply and turned her back, she walked out the front door to the barn. She held open the smaller door in the larger barn door. Inside, on a hay bale, the pony gear was already placed out and had been shined up nicely.

Sunset Shimmer followed the pale blue skirt that covered her Mistress’s swaying ass and walked into the barn. She wasn’t concerned in the slightest that she had walked outside in the nude. One, ponies didn’t wear clothes. Two, who was going to see them, here? Three, her friends already had. Her eyes immediately fell upon her red and yellow tail, her favourite part of the transformation. She came to a stop beside the hay bale that held her tack, legs shoulder width apart as always.

Inside the faded red wooden barn, a structure that Rainbow Dash had affectionately dubbed the ‘Fetish Barn’, Applejack casually brushes some straw away to reveal what looked like some sort of cast iron plate about four foot square on the floor. “Is mah little Shimmer ready to prance?”

Sunset, now 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 - gave it a quizzical look before nodding her head with a little whinny escaping her lips. Walking over to the hay bale, Applejack picked up the bit first and 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 at 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 day 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, 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.

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 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, she picked up the red and yellow tail butt plug. With that in hand, Applejack led her pony over to the metal plate. As soon as she stepped on it, her hooves were quite loud, each step a resounding clang. “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. ‘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 slowly undressed herself. She neatly folded what Rarity referred to as Boho-chic clothing up and she set it next to the tail plug on the hay bale. Distracted for a moment by her owner undressing, 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.

Now naked as the day she was born, 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 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 anemic. That would explain her lack of physical prowess – even Twilight could outrun her, something Rainbow Dash thought hilarious.

Pulling her fingers out of herself, Applejack quietly 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.

Tail firmly in place, Applejack swung her leg over Shimmer’s head and dismounted, leaving a trail of her own arousal on her pony’s back. She then spun around and swung a leg over her head and she mounted her again, this time facing forwards. She then leant down and nibbled her ear. “Mah pretty, pretty Shimmer.” She purred, groping her breasts roughly. “Ya teats are in one odd place though, for a pony.”

“NeeEEEeeiiigh!” Shimmer let out the happy noise, her nipples rock hard on pert breasts. She started to really leak down her thighs and, unprompted, she walked on the metal plate with her owner on her back. Pleased, Applejack allowed her hands to roam freely over her pet’s body, but her mouth never left her ear as she tongued and nibbled, adding a vibrating commentary as she groped and pinched Shimmer’s bullet-like nipples. As an added little thing, she slid her ass back to bump the tail, rocking the plug back and forth inside the pony’s anal cavity.

“Hmmm...MmMmm!” Shimmer wasn’t sure what her owner was doing as she walked noisily on the metal plate. She knew though when she felt the plug move inside her. Trembling, her arms and legs quivering with the pleasure in her ear, she almost came from that alone. Playfully, she shook and tossed her head, nickering with each step.

“Feeling a little frisky there, Shimmer?”

“PHHhhHHHBBT!” Shimmer snorted and tossed her head, losing herself in her character and pawing at the plate she was standing on.

“Ah was hoping you were.” Applejack swung her leg over Shimmer’s head and dismounted, an idea in her head. The pony, still on her four hooves, watched her owner’s swaying ass, that perfect, toned, muscular ass and its perfect, tones muscular legs walk over to a wall were the real horse tackle was kept. But, as she reached for a donut shaped collar, she saw it is smaller than the rest. Walking back to her waiting pony, the farmer put the collar over her head. “Shame to hide that pretty orange collar, but it'll have to do.” She said firmly, taking up the reins and leading her to another corner of the barn.

Over in the corner, partially hidden by several bales of straw and some old farm equipment that Sunset didn’t know the use of for the life of her, there was a red ryder wagon, only it had been modified to have bicycle tires and some leads in place of the handle. “Ah’m all for a parade, Shimmer.”

‘Oh Celestia's sainted fetlock, yes!’ Sunset thought, though what came out of her mouth was, “NEeeEEeeeEEIGH!” She made the happy noise as she nodded her head upon seeing the wagon. She had done parade work before, she had even pulled the light plough before, but she’d never seen this wagon. She figured it was new, with its padded interior and high back pillow.

Getting the message, Applejack backed her pony up between the leads, the lightweight metal poles, and she attached them to the collar. She then climbed into the red wagon, her knees wide apart when she sat down in the driver’s seat. “Like what ya see?”

“NEEEEEEIGH!” Looking back over her shoulder, Shimmer did indeed like what she saw, namely her owner’s glistening crotch, her pussy on display as was the neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair above it. She nodded and snorted, Sunset liking what she saw very much indeed too. She pawed at the ground and flagged up her tail.

“It's okay to pull on two legs. Ah know your back will thank me for it. Now outside and once around the barn, then once around the house.” Hearing that, Shimmer let out a very grateful grunt that screamed ‘thank you’ and she reared up to her hind legs. Once she was steady in the leads, she then started to pull at a steady pace, making sure to lift her legs up so that every step they were parallel to the floor.

In the wagon, perched on the padded seat, Applejack was really enjoying watching Shimmer’s tail bounce with every step and, by the time they were at the door to the barn, she had two of her fingers in her pussy. Once they were outside in the twilight of the late summer evening, she giggled. “Looks like Bloom is still awake. Silly girl. Time to trot, Shimmer!”

Shimmer snorted her understanding, she had her forehooves pulled up to her arms as she walked along quicker. All the time she lifted up her legs just like her owner had trained her. Her owner was gifted with the crop. It had only taken two sessions and getting the crop on the backs of her thighs to learn to lift up her legs. She glances up at Apple Bloom’s bedroom, where the young teen was leaning out, watching what they were doing. Completely unconcerned, she was Shimmer the pony, after all, and that was that.

As Shimmer started the parade with the trot around the large barn, Apple Bloom faded from view as she had better things to do. Once the trot had started, there being enough light left in the day to walk by, Applejack pulled a long flexible pull from within the wagon with some thin leather attached to the end and she flicked her pony’s ass with it. “Get along there, little Shimmer, giddyup!”

It wasn’t long after the trot around the barn had begun that Shimmer started sweating again as she marched briskly around the ancient weather-beaten structure. She let her legs drop once then twice, though her owner was on it straightaway, the thin leather of the pull flicking her ass causing a pleasured whinny and her legs to rise. By the time she was around the barn though, she was slowing down noticeably.

Applejack quickly fetched her pony another flick, this time swatting both of Shimmer’s ass cheeks twice in quick succession. “Still need to go around the house, pony!”

“PPHhhhHHHhhHBBT!” Shimmer snorted in response to the command, the snort sending a good amount of drool spattering onto her already wet through chest as she sped up again, this time heading for the house. She was almost tempted to stamp her hooves three times and end the play, but that would’ve spoiled the evening. ‘D-Damn...’ she thought exhaustedly, ‘how does Twi outrun me?’

Once she had gone all the way around the farmhouse and they were back at the front door, Applejack noted that her pony was breathing very heavily indeed. She was tempted to flick her behind again, but she saw she was really genuinely tired. Time to stop for today. “Woah there, Shimmer. Woah girl.”
Immediately, Shimmer slowed to a halt, breathing hard, she was exhaling drool with each breath, but at the same time she was happy and pleased with herself that she had done it. Last week, the trot around the barn had bought her to her knees. Applejack climbed out of the wagon and ran a hand appreciatively over her pony’s wet breast and her flanks. Her forehooves hadn’t dropped once and her form had been good. “You're gett'n to be a strong mare, Shimmer.” With a reward in mind, the proud farmer unfastened the wagon and she removed the collar. Reins in hand, she led her into the house. “Ya thirsty, girl?”

“Neeeeeigh!” Though she was exhausted when she nodded her head and neighed, hearing the praise from her owner made her feel like she could run for days and days. Making her owner proud was what she lived for.

Applejack led her pony through the farmhouse kitchen and into the living room. This was just as basic and rustic as the rest of the house. That said, Sunset found there was a certain charm about the old style cathode ray television, the antique stereo with its vinyl player and cassette deck. Everything in the living room, couch included, was older than she was. Removing Shimmer’s bit and bridle, Applejack sat down in her comfy chair by the couch and spread her legs. “Drink up.” Shimmer definitely didn't need asking twice and she dropped to her knees. She shuffled forwards on the hardwood floor and buried her face between her owner's legs.

Thick drops of fluid dripped down onto Shimmer’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 pony’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.

Contrary to popular belief, her owner did not taste like apples.

And more was exactly what she received as Applejack thrust herself forwards so that her crotch met her pet’s face, plunging her nose and mouth into her tight snatch. Shimmer’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!”

Shimmer 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 owner’s lower lips clench slightly against her as he nipped and tickled at the edges.

Sticking her tongue out, she plunged into Applejack’s love canal, properly lapping at her insides, seeking to clean her out or die trying. The orange farmer squealed at her girlfriend’s efforts and she rotated her hips, pushing herself harder against her beautiful face, her scent getting all in her red and yellow hair.

Applejack 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 hair, or a promise to give her an extra sugar cube as a treat.

Shimmer had already lost all sense of where she was as she desperately lapped into her owner’s pussy. Her whole universe for that moment consisted entirely of the smell of her snatch, the orange coloured depths and the blonde 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 pony was loving every second of it. She slurped and groaned against her owner, only disconnecting for a brief moment to breathe every now and again before she dove straight back into Applejack’s dripping pussy. When she finally turned her attention to her clitoris, the howl of pleasure that Applejack released was music to Shimmer’s ears. She suckled on it and rolled along it with her tongue like a newborn foal on its mother’s teat. Licking and rubbing it harder and harder as Applejack’s pussy rewarded her work with more squirts of her sweet nectar across her face.

“Ya-Ya’ll spend'n the night, or ya heading back?” Applejack asked breathlessly once her orgasm has subsided enough for her to speak.

“I'd like to stay over, Miss Jackie.” Sunset replied, breaking her character as she had been asked a direct question. Her Mistress wanted an answer, after all. She didn’t move her head though. She kept it where it was, nuzzling her muscular inner thighs, thighs that she was in no doubt could crush her head like a grape, a hoofed hand stroking her leg. “That way if the journal buzzes, you'll know what's going on.”

“Ya stick that journal between my legs while Ah'm sleeping, ya'll be sleeping under the bed.” The unusually stern glare that accompanied those words let Sunset know that it was more than a threat. “Ah need to put the cart away and your bike in. Might rain tonight.” She stood up on slightly wobbly legs and placed the bit back in her mouth. “Come along Shimmer.”

Sunset giggled at the very thought, the sound coming out as a low nicker, though she did wonder if she would get away with putting it against Applejack’s feet instead. Ultimately she decided against it. “Neeeigh!” she said, keeping the reins slack as she was walked back outside.

Outside, night had fallen properly now it was past nine p.m. By the light of the moon and the hundreds of fireflies, Applejack hooked her up to the wagon but didn't get in it. Instead she led her over to the dirt bike which she pushed effortlessly into the barn. “Follow along now, Shimmer.”

“Pppphhbbt!” Shimmer snorted as she pulled the empty cart back to the barn, making sure to lift up her legs. Idly she wondered about asking Rainbow Dash for some endurance training. She tried to balance the pros of being fitter and able to do more without getting tired so quickly against the cons that would be Dash’s incessant teasing. Good natured as it was, it could get real old, real quick.

Applejack placed her girlfriend’s bike just in the barn, out of the way of the door. She then backed Shimmer up to where the wagon went and she unhooked her from it. That done, she slowly removed the pony gear, starting with unlacing the gloves that covered her hands. “Ya did right well today. Only needed a couple of nudges with the whip to keep ya motivated.”

Sunset Shimmer smiled and, when the bit and the bridle had been removed, she shook herself a little to get her out of her 'Shimmer' persona. “Thanks AJ,” instinctively she flexed her hands. “I needed Shimmer after the day I’ve had today.”

“One too many sushi deliveries, or dealing with the Principal?”

Sunset groaned once the hoof boots had been taken off and she slumped onto a bale of hay once her tail was removed too. “UGH! Microchip bought Sandalwood by the sushi place for a birthday treat, he didn't know until he'd taken a bite that his boyfriend was allergic to fish. Had to call the ambulance. Then my geta broke and I had to get sneakers from Rainbow.”

Sunset exhaled sharply. “And the next thing, and the next thing...then Celestia of all people rings me up out of the blue wanting to talk about magic, Equestria and centaurs!” she threw up her hands into the air before laying back across the hay.

“Sounds like a hard day alright.” Applejack commented sympathetically as she took her time cleaning the butt plug. “Ya've been a good pony, so I'll give you a nice rub down back in the house.”

“Thanks baby.” Sunset sighed on the bale. Her girlfriend’s massages were better than sex. “How's your day been? Those trees in the north fields still giving you grief?”

“Not so much. Mac sorted them out. Some peaky bug blight'n the leaves, but don't tell Shy.”

“Tell who what?” Sunset forced an innocent look on her face before she giggled. “Is the walking lie detector being dishonest?”

“That Ah helped Mac kill a lot of bugs, no Ah ain’t.” Applejack replied honestly, “That Ah ain’t gonna tell Shy, that is true too.”

“She'll be okay, Jackie.” Sunset stood up and stretched, bending over and easing what tension was in her muscles before kissing her girlfriend’s lips. “You were naughty, teasing poor Bloom like that. I thought she'd combust when she looked under the table.”

Applejack busied herself with wiping down all the pony gear and hanging it back up on the hooks that were just for Shimmer. “Girl don't know her own mind yet. She's chasing Rumble, but Sweetie is chasing her. And Ah has no idea what Scoots wants.”

Sunset bent and stretched her legs, warming down from the exercise she had just endured. “I didn't know my own mind at her age either.” She sighed deeply, sudden memories of her foalhood coming back to her. “I was too busy wanting to be the next Princess to worry about mares.” Almost as soon as the words left her lips, she saw the look that Applejack gave her, the disapproving one she got when she put herself down. “Anyway! Tell me more about this rub down…”

Once the pony tack was put away, the farmer walked over to Sunset’s dirt bike and reached into her helmet. “Someone should wear these, huh?” she took out the orange panties and put them on, leaving Sunset sat naked on the hay bale. “Come along.”

“Yes Ma'am!” When Applejack turned and walked back towards the farmhouse, Sunset was up and on her feet before she had made the door to the barn. Walking alongside her, she held her hand, interweaving their fingers together. It wasn’t often the farmer allowed her to hold hands, so she savoured it when the chance came.

Inside the house, Applejack nodded at the chair that held their neatly folded clothes. “Bring our clothes up. Granny likes us dressed for breakfast.”

Sunset giggled, “I think Mac does too. Big guy didn't know where to look that one time I forgot about my pajamas.” Dutifully, she picked up the clothes, being careful not to wrinkle them too much. “You know, I can't believe he's a dom. Sugar Belle's a lucky lady.”

Applejack chose not to answer that, she just picked up Sunset’s rucksack and led the way up the creaking wooden stairs to her bedroom. Behind her, Sunset was constantly amazed that the house hadn’t fallen down yet. They walked up to the pale green wooden door that had the three red apples on it and they walked into the bedroom. “Set them on the dresser and then lay belly down on the bed.”

With a nod, Sunset deposited the clothes neatly on the dresser before getting on the bed, almost on reflex assuming an X shape with her arms and legs. It always surprised her how soft and comfortable her bed was. “Ah got this ointment for the hogs, but it should work fine on ya.”

Now, while Applejack could spot a lie at a thousand paces, she was also horrible at telling them. Without looking at her face, Sunset could tell that was a whopper of a lie. She snorted out a giggle, more than happy to play along, she made a snuffling pig-like sound. “I thought I was your pony, Ma'am, not your sow.”

Playfully, Applejack slapped Sunset’s upturned rump. “Ah think you're hamm'n it up!” she giggled before straddling her ass. Leaning forwards, she coated her hands in the massage oil and she started the massage on Sunset’s neck and shoulders.

“Aaah!” Reflexively, Sunset let out a gasp of pain but almost instantly there was an ‘ooooh’ of pleasure with the start of the massage. There was just something magical about her girlfriend’s callused fingers and thumbs rubbing her skin. “Hmmm juuuust there!”

“Glad the lessons Ah got from the spa sisters weren't wasted, huh?”

“Hmmm damn you're good AJ!” Sunset whimpered, the submissive girl not even tempted to move from her prone X position. “You should fix their plumbing more often if they reward you with lessons like these!”

“Ah was just being neighbourly, that’s all.” She moved those wonderful hands of hers down to Sunset’s lower back. She began to knead away the many knots she felt, massaging her girl’s muscles. “How did the gear feel today? Ya did a nice job flipping that tail while ya pranced for me.”

“It felt perfect, like the hooves were an extension of me...” she went quiet and blushed when she was about to mention the tail, going very red indeed and for once not from the sweetness of the massage.

“Ya got a fever?”

“N-No...” Sunset stuttered, “I um, the tail, I've been practicing, at home like you asked. I'm up to a three quarter inch plug now. I forgot yesterday and wore it to work.”

“If’n ya wore the tail to work instead of a plug, Ah'd have to visit your place for some of that sushi.”

Sunset was still blushing very hard indeed. “I would if you ordered it.”

Quietly, Applejack moved down Sunset’s body to her calves and her feet. She was in no doubt whatsoever that if she did make such a request, her girl would do it. She knew just how devoted Sunset was to her. It was a responsibility that the farmer didn’t take lightly. “If ya'd left tonight Ah would let ya wear anything in your helmet, but now Ah'm wear'n it. Ah love ya too much to cost ya your job, Sunny.”

“I know AJ, but...well, it's fun, to see what we can get away with.”

“Eeyup, and Ah think Ah know something that would scratch both our itches.” She giggled as she lavished a good amount of time on her submissive’s feet. “We can try it out this weekend. What's your plans?”

“For the weekend? Nothing beyond housework in the morning and hanging with you all later in the day. I was going to suggest a movie in the evening, see what we all fancied watching.”

Applejack took her time to do a real good job on Sunset’s feet. She massaged her soles, her arches and her sweet little toes until she achieved her orgasm. “Ah was think'n shop'n, but a movie after sounds good. Ah just don't think ya can sit with the tail in ya.”

“Shopping and a movie sounds good for Saturday.” Sunset moaned once she had ridden her orgasmic high. “Juniper's raging about the new Daring Do sequel. Sunday, depending on the Princess's answer or not I was gonna pay Celestia a visit in the afternoon. Wanna come with?”

“Ya really think she’s serious about that centaur thing?”

“I'm no element of Honesty, but I can see she believes it. She wasn't lying, Jackie. Plus, I mean, she was kinda laying herself bare with her feelings and her wants, and P.Twi seemed to take it seriously. Seriously enough to look into it at her end.”

Applejack considered that briefly before making her mind up. “Okay, Ah'll come with ya, if just to watch ya give her another eyeful. Think she will blush harder than Bloom?”

Sunset laughed at that. “You know we can be a little adventurous at her place right? We aren't at school, she isn’t our Principal and we aren’t students at her house.” She sighed, “I hope Twilight finds out something I can tell her though…” she then giggled playfully to get a reaction. “Plus you need to feel her tits, they're huge!”

Hearing that, Applejack slid her rough hands under Sunset’s sides and groped her pert breasts. “Ah'm rather happy with what ya got, Sunny.” She smiled, kissing the back of her neck as she laid down on her back.

“Mmmm me too, Jackie…” Sunset wasn’t about to argue, not when her favourite farmer-shaped blanket was covering her back. She smiled at the weight, the warmth of her body heat and her own mounds pressed into her back. “I love you, AJ.”

“Y’all comfy there, Sugarcube?”

“Hmhmm, very.”

“So am Ah, but Ah won't get upset if ya roll over in the night.” Applejack smiled, kissing Sunset’s neck before reaching up and nibbling on her ear.

Sunset Shimmer let out a little squeak. “I'll take you up on that, AJ.” On her back, Applejack was quite happy to be her blanket, but she knew there was little chance of lasting the night and waking up like this. After a few moments though, her nibbling stopped and, a little later, the farm girl was asleep draped over her girlfriend’s back. Tired out, Sunset was soon asleep as well, happy and contented in Applejack’s bed.