It was supposed to be just another day on the farm. Perspiration rolled down Applejack's slightly tanned and freckled skin, her supple breasts hidden only by a checkered red-and-white top tied at the front that left her midriff exposed, her shapely bottom hugged by a pair of daisy dukes. Her white-brimmed hat partially blotted out the baking sun, her kicker boots covered in bits of grime, as she leaned on a muddy shovel to take a short breather. She'd planted a number of vegetables near the barn in preparation for the even hotter summer ahead. After all, she'd likely take over the family business someday.

Big Mac wandered in her direction. He was incredibly tall, muscular, and went bare-chested, dressed only in jean shorts that hung a bit low around his waist and work boots. He chewed on a straw and glared at her when he approached. “AJ!”

“Yeah, what seems to be the problem?” She wiped her brow as beads of sweat rolled down her curves.

“You know damn well what the problem is! How long did you intend to keep it a secret?” He pulled out a crumpled advertisement from his pocket for Equestrian Suicidal Girls which depicted a pale-skinned gothic model in a tasteful state of undress that served as the logo. “What the hell are you thinking, planning to work for that sleazy company?!”

She narrowed her eyes and grimaced. “First of all, it's none of your damned business!”

“None of-” He snarled. “I'm not supposed to be concerned about my sister tartin' herself up?!”

“How dare you! What the hell are you tryin' to imply?” Okay, maybe she'd agreed to Sunset's plan a tad readily, but she wanted to help her friends out, right? Why had she given in so easily anyhow? She couldn't stand to back out of a deal once it was made, though, no matter how foolhardy she believed it was. “It's only skin anyhow,” she replied defensively. “You practically run around here naked all the time, showing off for the strumpets that pass by!” She nodded at his low-hanging attire which nearly left his crotch exposed. “Or does it only count whenever a girl does it?”

“It's shameful. Apple Bloom idolizes you. You'll put the wrong idea of what a woman should be in her head!”

Applejack gulped and paled a tad. “You...haven't told her, right? Or Granny Smith?” He shook his head. “Look, it's only this one time. Plus, I'll be with my friends, who are all as good lookin' as me or better. This'll all blow over soon.” She wasn't certain whether she was more trying to convince him or herself. What had Sunset gotten her into?

“No, they'll be lookin' you up on the 'net and passing around pictures 'til the day you're an old maid! I know you don't like to break a promise, but this is for your own good! Either back out now or I'll have to let the family know!”

She balled up her fists and practically seethed with rage. Granted it would be the perfect excuse to renege on a deal, but that wasn't her style at all, and besides, her pride was at stake! “I...I just can't! Go ahead and tell 'em!” She started to tear up, unable to believe he'd put her in such a position. What would Granny and Bloom think?

A chirpy voice called,” Hey you two! I couldn't help but overhear your conversation!” Pinkie Pie skipped up tp the garden. “It is her choice, Mac. And besides, isn't it a bit hypocritical to judge your sister when you're ogling mine?” She pulled out a handful of photos tucked in her bra which showed Marble and Lime Pie posing together in various states of undress around the rock farm. “Found these lying in your room, you naughty boy! I'm sure you'd have some of Maude too if she'd done it!”

He flushed. “You went through my stuff without permission?!”

“Only because I saw you sneaking a peek at them earlier today! Hey, they're out there so I can't complain, but fair's fair, you know?” She nodded at the large bulge that had formed in his shorts the moment he saw the pictures and the siblings' blushes deepened as she chortled. “I wonder, are the rumors true? Are you really hung like a horse, Mac?”

She grabbed his shorts by the sides and quickly knelt as she pulled them down. AJ quickly tried to close and avert her eyes, throwing her hands up in front of them, but the unwanted image of his unbelievably huge half-erect cock would forever be burned into her brain. “Pinkie!” The pair shouted in unison as she giggled.

“Tee-hee! No wonder Marble's so thirsty for you! Amazing ass, too! A shame the models are girls-only, you'd probably make a small fortune!” She smacked his muscular ass, and they glared at her Mac finally pulling up his shorts in attempt to reclaim his dignity. She bounded away, having a habit of popping up around their farm whenever she felt like.

AJ folded her arms and tapped a boot, her shovel embedded in the dirt. “Should I tell them, or-”

“Um...truce?” A sweat drop rolled down his brow.

“Truce.” She offered a hand to shake, failed to notice Pinkie Pie had sneaked back up.

“Fair's fair,” she said in a sing-song voice. In what seemed like one impossible swift motion she unraveled AJ's top, undid her skirt, and pulled down her panties seemingly at once, denuding the farmgirl before her wide-eyed brother. He got an unwanted eyeful of her untanned freckled mounds, and a similar tan-free vulva, a patch of blonde pubic hair atop it. Like her brother she froze momentarily, unable to believe this was happening. "You have nice buns, too! Much firmer than mine! Ooh, they're even covered in cute little freckles like you tits!" She slapped those bare white buttocks which wobbled.

“Pinkie!” The pair shouted once again as AJ awkwardly redressed. Best not to question how she'd somehow managed that. It was Pinkie Pie after all. Somehow logic just didn't seem to apply with her so long as something was funny.

Pinkie Pie snorted and hopped away from the pursuing farmhands. “Think of that as a free preview! I know you'll be checking out that set when it comes out, Mac! Not for your sister of course, but there's no way you'll be able to avoid seeing her naked as you're checking out her friends! Don't pretend like you secretly wouldn't like to bang all of AJ's hot ass pals!”

Sunset Shimmer had already woken up late one day and decided to skip school, curling up in a blanket all day and refusing to leave her bed except when she had to pee. She'd cried-and-cried and nearly reached for her cellphone a number of times, thinking maybe she should talk with a friend, but she'd decided not to burden them for now. She'd do her best to pull herself together and pretend it was all okay. She'd barely slept by the time her alarm went off next morning.

Fuck me. She rolled out of bed naked, landed on her side with a thud, and groggily stumbled over to her dresser. She dressed, emptied her bladder, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair with sleepy eyes before she dashed out the door and off to school. The world was a blur while she wandered to her destination. Wolf whistles and cat calls followed her wherever she walked but she ignored them and trudged on aimlessly. A refined voice called, “Sunset? You look...”

Rainbow Dash who was running nearby cut in. “Terrible?”

Rarity shot her a dark look. “Yes, well, I'll fix that. Come along, darling.” She put an arm around her friend's shoulder and led her into a restroom. Luckily it was empty. They came before a mirror where Sunset was forced to stare back at a dead girl. “Stay right there. I'll give you a makeover in no time. Trust me, I do this for Fluttershy all the time.”

Sunset nodded dumbly, her thoughts elsewhere. She couldn't even tell who she was anymore.

“Oh dear. What the heck happened?” She traced Sunset's fingers which were covered in cuts from where the glass had sliced her up. “Your lovely hands. They might end up laced in scars. I'll apply some makeup that will hide it, at least.”

“Just an accident. Nothing special.” Her eyes were bloodshot and her skin was unusually pallid, dark circles heavy above her cheeks. She started to sing. “M-my past is not t-today...” She suddenly burst into wailing tears that echoed through the room.

Rarity reached for her, but she raced away from her, threw open a stall door, and fell to her knees, bending over a toilet. Warm vomit erupted from her mouth between choked sobs. She shrank away from the arms that tried to embrace her. “Sunset, please, talk to me!” The fashionista was crying in sympathy with her, mascara running down her cheeks. “Is it...morning sickness?”

Sunset shook her head. “Much worse.” She coughed up and spit out a few stray chunks while her friend removed a napkin from her purse and dabbed at her lips. “Do you...can you do something so bad it's unforgivable?”

“You tried to invade Equestria and came back from that. We've all moved past that little incident. Surely it can't be worse?”

Silence settled between them. Maybe the Dazzlings were right. Maybe she never had truly changed, simply tricked herself into believing so. Certainly her friends wouldn't intentionally mislead her. They probably had no idea their powers would strip away her old personality and replace it with a neutered simulacrum that was fit for society. No! She refused to believe her warm feelings for her friends weren't real! Whatever the case, she liked being this new Sunset!

But did she deserve that happiness if she'd really murdered a poor girl? It didn't matter whether it was an accident. She'd have to stop cowering and face the music eventually. But first she had to be sure. “Rarity, I...I'm sorry. No matter what happens, I love you!” She buried her face in her bosom and started to cry some more. This probably went on for nearly an hour, the bell ringing, but Rarity simply held her friend close, weeping with her as she rocked her back-and-forth.

Rainbow Dash had heard wailing in the bathroom, and peeked in, seeing the drama play out before her. She considered going to comfort her friends but decided it wasn't her place to butt in. At least, not directly. But she was seeing red now, determined to find out who hurt Sunset, and she stormed down the hallways, students fearfully parting as she stalked onward and thought about who could have possibly messed with her. She settled on a likely candidate who was currently at odds with them.

She made her way to a dorm room and pounded on the door. “Go away,” called a voice but she continued to beat away for a full minute until it cracked open. Fuschia peered out. “What the hell do you want? Trixie's still asleep!”

“That's what I figured,” replied Rainbow who shoved her aside and forced her way into the room. Lavender tried to block her path only to be shoved aside. “Out of my way, flunkies! My business is with your keeper!” She spotted Trixie sleeping nude atop the bed sheets, arms and legs wrapped around a body pillow with her naked image imprinted on it.

She stirred a little at the noise, smiling while she quietly snored. “Oh Trixie...you're so sexy,” she mumbled to herself and drooled from the corner of her lip. “If only I could make sweet love to you...”

Rainbow shook her head. “And they say I have an ego problem...” She yanked the blanket hard and Trixie tumbled, body pillow and all, onto the floor with a thunk.

Trixie sleepily cried, “Who dares interrupt Trixie's beauty rest?!” Then she quickly threw herself over the pillow, trying and failing to hide a nude picture of Twilight Sparkle's wet physique on the other side that her sidekicks had snapped in secret when they were in the gym showers. “W-what in the hell is she doing here?!”

“Oh, just trying to figure out what you did to make Sunset cry! We all know you're looking for revenge!”

“Please. Trixie isn't too fond of you lot, but I consider Sunset a friend, of sorts. We've helped each other out a time or two. It's not fault she chooses to keep such poor company most of the time!” She recovered her dignity the best she could, snapping up an opened package of peanut butter crackers from a small table nearby and messily munching on them.

Rainbow cocked an eyebrow. “You swear none of you three had anything to do with this?” The trio shook their heads. “Okay. I don't trust you, and I certainly don't like you much, but maybe I acted a little rashly. Just tell me if you find anything out, all right? Sunset doesn't deserve this.” She stomped back out, uncertain where to direct her anger. It was so frustrating!

She blew off what classes she could, went running, kickboxing, swimming, gymnastics, whatever tasks she could do at the school to blow off steam. By the time she was done sweat soaked her all over. She slammed her door's room shut, practically tore away her midriff baring sports bra, booty shorts, and sneakers, throwing her fully exposed frame onto her bed. Perky breasts rose-and-fell as she huffed and stared at the ceiling. She looked around her room at her posters, most of them Daring Do related, with the exception of a lovely picture Fluttershy had coyly agreed to take for her. She was posed knock-kneed, hands tugging on the bottom of her white blouse, her bunny Angel hanging impatiently from her green skirt. She smiled at her friend.

She'd protected Flutters since they were kids. None of her friends were any different. That included Sunset. Once she found out who was responsible for all this nonsense she'd hunt them down and beat the crap out of them.

Author's Notes:

A tad lighter the the last couple chapters I hope, other than Sunset's scene!