PASTEBIN | #1 paste tool since 2002
PASTEBIN
Don't like ads? PRO users don't see any ads ;-)
Public Pastes

# The Experiment

By: Saatchi on Feb 2nd, 2013 | syntax: None | size: 21.68 KB | hits: 284 | expires: Never
download | raw | embed | report abuse | print
Text below is selected. Please press Ctrl+C to copy to your clipboard. (⌘+C on Mac)

1. Neohoss pushed himself up against the wall, his hooves flattened as best they could, his head tilted to the side. This was it, it was over, he was going to be eaten alive by a rampant Applejack. He watched as she pressed her snout against him, snorting warm air over his body. He shuddered and closed his eyes, not wanting to see the fate that awaited him. The orange snout prodded against him, knocking the wind from him, leaving him breathless. He felt the tip of her tongue protrude from her parted lips, obviously trying to taste him.
3. "Applejack! I leave you alone for five minutes and you try to eat my subject? What's the matter with you?"
5. "Ah'm sorry Twi, it's just this new form made me so hungry, ah could eat a horse!" replied the Southern pony.
7. Twilight Sparkle skimmed her eyes over the form of Applejack. The spell had worked wonders, who knew that anthro spells could yield such fantastic results? With a quick burst of magic, Applejack had become a busty, buxom, feisty pony. Twilight marvelled at how developed she looked. Her tremendous bosom, bursting out from behind that robe she had been forced to wear. Moving further down, Twilight caught sight of those supple thighs, the fabric of the robe creating an outline around them. To the side of each of them lay her meaty hips, perfectly toned for a pony of Applejack's athleticism, but with enough meat on them to be fully worthy of a grab or a pinch. Her mind momentarily paused as she dwelled on Applejacks butt. Whilst it didn't seem to stretch the fabric, instead letting it flow over it. She was convinced that it was still a treasure waiting to be discovered. Her eyes reluctantly moved on, trailing down those long, slender legs, until they arrived at those feet. Feet were something that took Twilight and Applejack by surprise. Ponies tended to have two sets of legs, each with a hoof on the end. But anthros had no need for these hooves. One set became a pair of hands, whilst the other pair became feet. According to Twilights books, the feet of an anthro female are similar to that of a female human. Those were typically smaller, barely reaching past a so called size 6. Whatever that meant. But Applejacks feet looked to be double that, they were truly huge, even Twilight found herself drawn to them.
9. "Uh, Twi? Ya OK? Ya jus' seem t' be starin'."
11. "Hm? Oh sorry Applejack, I was just marvelling at my handiwork," she replied. "Shall we get on with the tests?"
13. The orange pony nodded, and sat up. Her hands reached down and clasped tightly around Neohoss, lifting him to her face. Her face looked sweeter and kinder than it had done previously, which relaxed Neohoss. He stared back into her eyes, feeling the worry and nerves he had previously experienced, vanish into nothingness. Applejack winked at him, but her lips didn't move to accompany her wink. She didn't smile or frown, it was an ambiguous wink, the meaning of which, he was sure to find out later.
15. "OK,test one, the taste test. Subject should be tasted for no longer than thirty seconds. Failure to stop after the time is up will result in a black mark on the final result, and possible implications of cannibalism. Researcher may begin when ready," explained Twilight.
17. With that, Applejack was off. She opened her maw wide, giving Neohoss a first hand view of where food usually meets its end. Ropes of saliva hung from her teeth, some clinging to her tongue, other lazily slopping against her gums. Her tongue sloshed side to side, eager to taste the tiny pony. Neohoss was brought closer, his limbs now hung just a fraction away from her teeth, and he was powerless to stop himself being brought closer. Her tongue was now lashing about, desperate for a taste, to sample that tiny pony flesh. Neohoss was swung back and forth, building up the momentum that would ultimately lead to him being cast in the maw.
19. He counted down each swing, and tried to reassure himself that it would all be over soon. Of course it would be, he only had to last longer than thirty seconds. He shut his eyes as he swung back a final time, now he had achieved the required momentum, and on his return swing, he would be cast past the teeth. He couldn't feel the fingers pinched at his back anymore,he felt the air rush past him as he tumbled clumsily through it. He landed against something warm, yet squishy, something covered in tiny little bumps, and quite frankly it didn't take a genius to work out what it was. He was on a tongue, another living pony's actual tongue. He heard a clack as Applejack shut her mouth, her teeth hitting each other. Now it was time for the tasting to begin.
21. The tongue flopped about underneath him, sliding him along with it. His belly rubbed against the tiny bumps on the surface of the slippery muscle. Suddenly the tongue began to elevate, lifting him higher and higher, with no signs of slowing down. He slammed into the roof of her mouth, his body moulding to the ridges that were located there. A long, drawn out 'mmmm' echoed through the moistened cavern, chilling Neohoss to his core. She was enjoying this, she was actually enjoying tasting another living pony. He was rolled along the ridges, being spun over and over, his fur so matted with saliva that it felt like a dead weight. Thirty seconds couldn't come fast enough for the poor pony. The tongue lowered itself, returning to its original state, the cavern however, started to tilt. It tilted upwards, forcing Neohoss into a one on one with her throat.
23. He tumbled backwards, his saliva coated body providing him with a complete lack of friction. This meant that he couldn't grip anything, and whatever he did manage to grab hold of, he didn't hold for long. He opens his four legs wide, splaying them in a way similar to that of a starfish. To his surprise, they caught on the entrance to her throat, providing him with momentary salvation. Of course the already slick pony was now held in place inside a moistened tunnel. The two damp surfaces didn't really go together well, and as such he found himself starting to slip.
25. "Time's up, Applejack! Spit him out!"
27. A sudden intake of air rushed against Neo, forcing him down into her throat. The first of his hooves slipped away, and he struggled to make it back into its original position. It flailed wildly as it tried to secure any sort of holding, anything that could let him live. There was another rush of air, this town pushing him upwards, followed by a rumbling from down below. He contemplated letting go and allowing the air to hopefully push him upwards to freedom. He weighed up the possibilities in his mind, and before he could make his choice, the decision was made for him. A great big glob of saliva hawked its way up Applejack's throat. It encompassed Neohoss, ripping him from his dilemma and sending him hurtling towards freedom.
29. The next thing he saw was a bright light, quite unlike the dark and dank of Applejack's mouth. The surface beneath him was wrinkled, yet soft. Four long extensions jutted out from the flesh he lay upon, with a fifth, shorter, extension to the side of the first four. He opened his eyes, and the light grew more and more intense. He could see two faces hovering over him, one was purple and the other was orange. They were smiling at him, but he couldn't see a reason to be pleased. He was wet, soaked through, his heart was pounding in his chest, quite frankly he didn't feel like smiling at all. He lay in Applejack's palm, saliva pooling around him, and closed his eyes once more.
31. "Well, how did he taste?" asked Twilight, rather eagerly.
33. "Hm, kinda fruity, but real tasty like," replied Applejack, her fingers tapping against her chin.
35. "Fruity? Interesting..." Twilight returned to her notes, and magicked a quill to life, making it take down a few notes on the taste Applejack mentioned. "Let's move on to the next test, I'll just go get the collar..."
37. Neohoss' ears pricked up at that sentence. A collar? Who was that for? Surely they didn't mean for him to wear it, the collar would have to be tiny for a start. He lay there, staring up at the tremendous orange visage above him. Applejack continued to smile at him, breathing a little heavily, as though she knew what was coming next, and she knew it was something that excited her tremendously. Maybe she was into that sort of thing? He'd heard of ponies that enjoyed wearing a head collar and being lead about by reins, as though they were beneath even the common workhorse. His mind was aflutter, he couldn't think straight. A part of him, wanted to believe that the worst was over, but the other half of him wanted to tell the prior half what a load of nonsense that was. Twilight's thunderous hooves returned, and her head resumed hovering next to Applejack.
39. "D'ya think it might affect 'im if he's already wet?" queried Applejack.
41. "I should hope not, that would be the sort of variable that could ruin this test!" exclaimed Twilight.
43. Neohoss gulped as he saw a small, black, circle drift into view. The circle drew closer, spinning in the air like an ominous disc. It unclipped itself, straightening out into a thin black line, just as it reached Neohoss. It eased its way around his neck, stroking at his fur, relaxing him just enough so that he wouldn't think about it. It snaked its way around the as stallions neck, pulling itself tight. It fastened itself with a simple buckle, but despite his best efforts, it was practically impossible to remove.
45. "And now for the other collar, Applejack if you please..."
47. Twilight levitated another collar into play, holding it, just as she had before, above Neohoss. As it lingered there, Neohoss felt his own collar tug upwards, almost as though it was yearning to be reunited with its partner. Neohoss scrabbled at his neck, pulling at the collar trying to get it off before it choked him. Twilight lowered the collar, hanging it a much more manageable height. Neohoss breathed a sigh of relief, the collar relaxing around his neck.
49. "Applejack, assume the testing position!" commanded Twilight.
51. Applejack sat upon the floor, taking care not to drop the tiny pony as she moved. She planted her rump firmly on the ground and lowered her hand down the floor, tilting it to encourage Neohoss to jump off. He did so without question, thoughts and questions about what was to come burned in his mind. Twilight brought the collar into his field of view, before taking it and dragging it down the length of Applejack's body. Neohoss was obligated to follow the collar or else it was certain to choke him. So he followed after it, not caring where it lead him, so long as he didn't let it get too far in front. He couldn't help but stare at Applejack's legs as he walked, they were so long, and yet so well built. Neohoss couldn't make out any prominent muscle, but every now and again he would see a slight twitch, a flex, which showed that the raw power lay below skin level. The collar tugged at him like it had done before, so he hurried down past her legs, arriving at her feet. He scanned around for the collar, hoping it wasn't getting too far in front. The collar tugged briefly, pulling him upwards, he looked up and within moments of doing so, he gained a basic understanding of what was to come.
53. The collar had attached itself to one of the toes on Applejack's left foot. Whatever they were going to ask of him was going to involve this foot, and the collar had been drafted in so that he couldn't run away. Not that he wanted to run away, he imagined that the penalties for cowardice were much worse than whatever foot related task they had for him. So he stood his ground, looking up at the looming foot, and awaited his orders, like a good little test subject.
55. "OK, so preparations are complete, we'll begin test two, the obedience test. Applejack, you may give your first command when you're ready," explained Twilight.
57. "Alright, lil' guy, seein' as though yer all wet, ya can put it t' good use. Git cleanin' mah foot."
59. Applejack smirked and flicked her toe backwards, yanking Neohoss closer, via the supernatural connection between the two. Neohoss stumbled forward, smashing into her foot with a moist slap. Saliva dribbled from his arms, running down her heel and onto the floor. For a moment he just stood there, his face implanted into the soft flesh, his breath bouncing back onto his face as it hit her sole. More saliva dripped down from his body and a pool started to form at his hooves.
61. "He ain't movin' Twi, maybe ya should give 'im some encouragement..."
63. Twilight moved to a position where she had a better vantage point of the subject and his objective. She studied the lack of movement that Neohoss exhibited and deemed that encouragement would be the most suitable course of action to take. She lowered her head and lit up her horn, the collars were enveloped in a fluctuating red and purple glow. Twilight held the spell for a brief few seconds before relaxing and returning to her observations. The collars glowed with a yellowish hue, pulsing with a newfound energy. Twilight glanced at Applejack and nodded to her, confirming the process to be complete.
65. "That should keep him going, at least for the rest of this test," explained Twilight.
67. Neohoss wasn't certain of what she meant by 'keep him going', but he didn't have time to dwell on it. In the back of his mind he could feel his thoughts changing, they were twisting and writhing within his head, becoming much more conformist. It was almost like he wanted to serve her, but that couldn't be true. Just moments ago he had been feeling so resilient and now he felt so submissive. He absentmindedly started to run his forehooves over Applejack's heel, eliciting a soft murmur of approval from the farm pony. He massaged the saliva into her soles, taking extreme care to make this as sensual as possible. It surprised him how clean her feet actually were, especially for a pony that spent all day trotting around in the dirt. He nuzzled his snout into her bare foot and found himself inhaling deeply, drinking in a combination of Applejack's natural scent, mixed with her day to day routine. It was pretty pleasant, tinged with apples.
69. Applejack flexed her toes, bending them back and forth, oblivious to the collar that was strapped to one of them. She moaned and groaned as the tiny pony soothed all her aches and pains for her. She scrunched her toes up tightly, bending her foot forward as Neo brushed against a pleasure point. Her knee jerked upwards and her foot slipped further forward, pinning Neo underneath it. She ground her foot against the library floor, forcing Neo up to her toes, whilst only providing him with mild discomfort. Soon enough, his tiny head peeked out from between her bright orange toes, looking dazed and confused.
71. "Keep goin' lil' guy..." murmured Applejack.
73. Obviously Neo didn't have a choice, he had to keep working at her foot if he actually wanted to advance past the second test. Oddly enough he was OK with that, at least there was no chance of him getting swallowed or chewed on. He buried his head back between her toes, using his head in place of his trapped hooves. His snout jabbed at the flesh between her toes, occasionally sliding up and down the adjoining toes for extra pleasure. He wanted nothing more than to show his devotion to his apple bucking Mistress. By now his fur had begun to dry out, and he was fsiling to transfer as much moisture to her feet. It was at this point that he felt another odd sensation wash over him, something that felt similar to guilt. How could he clean her if his body lacked the moisture to do so? He needed a solution and he needed it fast. He opened his mouth to suckle whatever he could. Whatever his snout could reach, he did his best to coat in his own slick saliva. But this was too focused a method, he needed something to spread it about with. His tongue would do nicely for that. He stretched the slimy appendage to its limits, forcing it as far out of his snout as he could manage.
75. Applejack moaned loudly as the ticklish flesh between her toes was serviced. Her foot pressed down on Neohoss, forcing him to lick harder, but also restricting his breathing. The tiny pony began to panic, lapping at her furred flesh, wasting his precious air on servitude. Applejack pressed harder, desperate for more treatment, oblivious to the pain she was causing. Her toes scrunched around Neohoss's head, putting immense pressure on him, so much so, that he felt like he could pop at any moment.
77. "Applejack! Release him!" exclaimed Twilight, now aware of what was occurring.
79. Reluctantly, Applejack lifted her foot off Neohoss, leaving him a few moments to breathe. Twilight quickly removed both the collars and discarded them, whilst engaging in private conversation with Applejack about the result data. Neohoss in the meantime just lay there, his mind slowly clearing, and all thoughts of servitude were vanishing. His breath returned to him slowly at first, but bit by bit it allowed him to regain a steady breathing rate, yet still he sat in silence. It seemed like an hour passed by before the two turned their attention back on to him, or rather, back onto the experiment.
81. "And now Applejack, we'll move onto the third and final test, the endurance test."
83. "Alright Twi, what d' ah have t' do?" replied the orange pony, obviously not versed in this particular exercise.
85. Twilight levitated two pieces of fabric over to the trio, placing them softly on the ground. On the top of the pile lay some unfamiliar material, light blue in colour. Underneath that was a red plaid piece of fabric, with a bow tied across its middle, scrunching up the fabric slightly. Applejack and Neohoss both stared at the fabric, unsure of how to proceed. Twilight scooted herself closer to Applejack and whispered something into her ear. Applejack's facial features went through a variety of expressions, ranging from surprise, to something much more sultry. She took hold of the two pieces of fabric and sauntered off upstairs.
87. Neohoss just looked on, still confused as to how two pieces of fabric were going to provide a test of his endurance. Maybe it was going to be much tamer than the previous two, after all they had removed his collar. Maybe they just wanted him to help test the strength of the fabric in some way. He looked up at Twilight, wondering if she was going to tell him what he was needed for. Alas, she just stared at him, keeping a beady eye on him even though they both knew he wouldn't get far if he ran.
89. "Well, how d' ah look, Twi?" came a voice from the stairs.
91. Both Neohoss and Twilight turned to look for the source of the voice, but only Neohoss' jaw dropped open at what they saw. Standing on the stairs was Applejack, minus the robe, instead replaced by the pieces of fabric that Twilight had provided. Her breasts pressed against the top, pining to be set free, her perky nipples looking poised to split the fabric. Her breasts overflowed from the top and bottom of the shirt, her cleavage looking like a black hole, ready to swallow anything that dared enter it. Neohoss' eyes lowered, mentally massaging her belly and hips, before coming to rest on that unfamiliar fabric. Whatever the fabric was meant to be, it was obviously designed for one purpose, to hug the figure of the wearer. Neohoss hadn't seen anything like it before, her rump was positively huge, or so it appeared encased in the marvelous material. Her rump twitched with each step she took, it bounced up and down to its own sensual rhythm. Her hips swung side to side, slicing through the air, like a knife through butter. Was this the same Applejack? Had Twilight sent the real Applejack away and brought out this voluptuous mare instead? How had he not noticed how good she looked before?
93. "Like a Goddess, Applejack, or at least that's what I expect the little guy is thinking..."
95. Twilight summoned her magic again, this time directing it towards Neohoss, enveloping him in the same aura that she previously used on the collars. Though something felt off, he felt as though a part of him was moving, drifting closer to Applejack. But that was impossible, he was still stood still, hooves planted firmly on the ground. Alas, there was magic at work here, and despite his best efforts to remain stationary, he was in fact hurtling towards Applejack at an alarming rate. Closer and closer, Applejack rushing forth to meet him, and then suddenly...
97. Nothing.
99. Everything went dark, no Applejack, no Twilight, just darkness and a great deal of pressure, pushing in from all sides. He couldn't understand where he was, it was too cramped to be some sort of cage. He could also feel fur, warm fur, brushing against one side of his body. He sniffed at the air, besides the scent of Applejack's plush soles, he caught a thick and heavy scent. The new scent flooded into his senses, of excited him, it aroused him, and that was when it dawned on him. He scrabbled about, pulling himself upwards, trying to secure his position in the cramped area, desperate not to slip any further down.
101. "Mmm, Twi, ah think he figured out where ya sent 'im..." came a lusty, Southern voice from above Neohoss.
103. "Well then, shall we go for that walk and begin the test?" replied the familiar voice of Twilight.
105. Applejack didn't reply, but Neohoss knew exactly what her response was. He was rubbed against the fabric of her jeans, and the orange fur, eased further down, despite his best efforts to remain still. The scent became more powerful, it was like a cloud, drifting its way over his mind. It grew on him, it drew him in, he even caught himself trying to slip further as though he were in a trance. Each time Applejack swayed her hips, she created a gap for Neohoss to slide into, and then when her thigh swung forward as a result, he was effectively crushed once more. Neohoss was pretty sure he couldn't take much more of this treatment, but given how none of the ponies had mentioned a time, or a length to this walk, he felt that he was going to be stuck here for a very long time...

create a new version of this paste RAW Paste Data
Neohoss pushed himself up against the wall, his hooves flattened as best they could, his head tilted to the side. This was it, it was over, he was going to be eaten alive by a rampant Applejack. He watched as she pressed her snout against him, snorting warm air over his body. He shuddered and closed his eyes, not wanting to see the fate that awaited him. The orange snout prodded against him, knocking the wind from him, leaving him breathless. He felt the tip of her tongue protrude from her parted lips, obviously trying to taste him. "Applejack! I leave you alone for five minutes and you try to eat my subject? What's the matter with you?" "Ah'm sorry Twi, it's just this new form made me so hungry, ah could eat a horse!" replied the Southern pony. Twilight Sparkle skimmed her eyes over the form of Applejack. The spell had worked wonders, who knew that anthro spells could yield such fantastic results? With a quick burst of magic, Applejack had become a busty, buxom, feisty pony. Twilight marvelled at how developed she looked. Her tremendous bosom, bursting out from behind that robe she had been forced to wear. Moving further down, Twilight caught sight of those supple thighs, the fabric of the robe creating an outline around them. To the side of each of them lay her meaty hips, perfectly toned for a pony of Applejack's athleticism, but with enough meat on them to be fully worthy of a grab or a pinch. Her mind momentarily paused as she dwelled on Applejacks butt. Whilst it didn't seem to stretch the fabric, instead letting it flow over it. She was convinced that it was still a treasure waiting to be discovered. Her eyes reluctantly moved on, trailing down those long, slender legs, until they arrived at those feet. Feet were something that took Twilight and Applejack by surprise. Ponies tended to have two sets of legs, each with a hoof on the end. But anthros had no need for these hooves. One set became a pair of hands, whilst the other pair became feet. According to Twilights books, the feet of an anthro female are similar to that of a female human. Those were typically smaller, barely reaching past a so called size 6. Whatever that meant. But Applejacks feet looked to be double that, they were truly huge, even Twilight found herself drawn to them. "Uh, Twi? Ya OK? Ya jus' seem t' be starin'." "Hm? Oh sorry Applejack, I was just marvelling at my handiwork," she replied. "Shall we get on with the tests?" The orange pony nodded, and sat up. Her hands reached down and clasped tightly around Neohoss, lifting him to her face. Her face looked sweeter and kinder than it had done previously, which relaxed Neohoss. He stared back into her eyes, feeling the worry and nerves he had previously experienced, vanish into nothingness. Applejack winked at him, but her lips didn't move to accompany her wink. She didn't smile or frown, it was an ambiguous wink, the meaning of which, he was sure to find out later. "OK,test one, the taste test. Subject should be tasted for no longer than thirty seconds. Failure to stop after the time is up will result in a black mark on the final result, and possible implications of cannibalism. Researcher may begin when ready," explained Twilight. With that, Applejack was off. She opened her maw wide, giving Neohoss a first hand view of where food usually meets its end. Ropes of saliva hung from her teeth, some clinging to her tongue, other lazily slopping against her gums. Her tongue sloshed side to side, eager to taste the tiny pony. Neohoss was brought closer, his limbs now hung just a fraction away from her teeth, and he was powerless to stop himself being brought closer. Her tongue was now lashing about, desperate for a taste, to sample that tiny pony flesh. Neohoss was swung back and forth, building up the momentum that would ultimately lead to him being cast in the maw. He counted down each swing, and tried to reassure himself that it would all be over soon. Of course it would be, he only had to last longer than thirty seconds. He shut his eyes as he swung back a final time, now he had achieved the required momentum, and on his return swing, he would be cast past the teeth. He couldn't feel the fingers pinched at his back anymore,he felt the air rush past him as he tumbled clumsily through it. He landed against something warm, yet squishy, something covered in tiny little bumps, and quite frankly it didn't take a genius to work out what it was. He was on a tongue, another living pony's actual tongue. He heard a clack as Applejack shut her mouth, her teeth hitting each other. Now it was time for the tasting to begin. The tongue flopped about underneath him, sliding him along with it. His belly rubbed against the tiny bumps on the surface of the slippery muscle. Suddenly the tongue began to elevate, lifting him higher and higher, with no signs of slowing down. He slammed into the roof of her mouth, his body moulding to the ridges that were located there. A long, drawn out 'mmmm' echoed through the moistened cavern, chilling Neohoss to his core. She was enjoying this, she was actually enjoying tasting another living pony. He was rolled along the ridges, being spun over and over, his fur so matted with saliva that it felt like a dead weight. Thirty seconds couldn't come fast enough for the poor pony. The tongue lowered itself, returning to its original state, the cavern however, started to tilt. It tilted upwards, forcing Neohoss into a one on one with her throat. He tumbled backwards, his saliva coated body providing him with a complete lack of friction. This meant that he couldn't grip anything, and whatever he did manage to grab hold of, he didn't hold for long. He opens his four legs wide, splaying them in a way similar to that of a starfish. To his surprise, they caught on the entrance to her throat, providing him with momentary salvation. Of course the already slick pony was now held in place inside a moistened tunnel. The two damp surfaces didn't really go together well, and as such he found himself starting to slip. "Time's up, Applejack! Spit him out!" A sudden intake of air rushed against Neo, forcing him down into her throat. The first of his hooves slipped away, and he struggled to make it back into its original position. It flailed wildly as it tried to secure any sort of holding, anything that could let him live. There was another rush of air, this town pushing him upwards, followed by a rumbling from down below. He contemplated letting go and allowing the air to hopefully push him upwards to freedom. He weighed up the possibilities in his mind, and before he could make his choice, the decision was made for him. A great big glob of saliva hawked its way up Applejack's throat. It encompassed Neohoss, ripping him from his dilemma and sending him hurtling towards freedom. The next thing he saw was a bright light, quite unlike the dark and dank of Applejack's mouth. The surface beneath him was wrinkled, yet soft. Four long extensions jutted out from the flesh he lay upon, with a fifth, shorter, extension to the side of the first four. He opened his eyes, and the light grew more and more intense. He could see two faces hovering over him, one was purple and the other was orange. They were smiling at him, but he couldn't see a reason to be pleased. He was wet, soaked through, his heart was pounding in his chest, quite frankly he didn't feel like smiling at all. He lay in Applejack's palm, saliva pooling around him, and closed his eyes once more. "Well, how did he taste?" asked Twilight, rather eagerly. "Hm, kinda fruity, but real tasty like," replied Applejack, her fingers tapping against her chin. "Fruity? Interesting..." Twilight returned to her notes, and magicked a quill to life, making it take down a few notes on the taste Applejack mentioned. "Let's move on to the next test, I'll just go get the collar..." Neohoss' ears pricked up at that sentence. A collar? Who was that for? Surely they didn't mean for him to wear it, the collar would have to be tiny for a start. He lay there, staring up at the tremendous orange visage above him. Applejack continued to smile at him, breathing a little heavily, as though she knew what was coming next, and she knew it was something that excited her tremendously. Maybe she was into that sort of thing? He'd heard of ponies that enjoyed wearing a head collar and being lead about by reins, as though they were beneath even the common workhorse. His mind was aflutter, he couldn't think straight. A part of him, wanted to believe that the worst was over, but the other half of him wanted to tell the prior half what a load of nonsense that was. Twilight's thunderous hooves returned, and her head resumed hovering next to Applejack. "D'ya think it might affect 'im if he's already wet?" queried Applejack. "I should hope not, that would be the sort of variable that could ruin this test!" exclaimed Twilight. Neohoss gulped as he saw a small, black, circle drift into view. The circle drew closer, spinning in the air like an ominous disc. It unclipped itself, straightening out into a thin black line, just as it reached Neohoss. It eased its way around his neck, stroking at his fur, relaxing him just enough so that he wouldn't think about it. It snaked its way around the as stallions neck, pulling itself tight. It fastened itself with a simple buckle, but despite his best efforts, it was practically impossible to remove. "And now for the other collar, Applejack if you please..." Twilight levitated another collar into play, holding it, just as she had before, above Neohoss. As it lingered there, Neohoss felt his own collar tug upwards, almost as though it was yearning to be reunited with its partner. Neohoss scrabbled at his neck, pulling at the collar trying to get it off before it choked him. Twilight lowered the collar, hanging it a much more manageable height. Neohoss breathed a sigh of relief, the collar relaxing around his neck. "Applejack, assume the testing position!" commanded Twilight. Applejack sat upon the floor, taking care not to drop the tiny pony as she moved. She planted her rump firmly on the ground and lowered her hand down the floor, tilting it to encourage Neohoss to jump off. He did so without question, thoughts and questions about what was to come burned in his mind. Twilight brought the collar into his field of view, before taking it and dragging it down the length of Applejack's body. Neohoss was obligated to follow the collar or else it was certain to choke him. So he followed after it, not caring where it lead him, so long as he didn't let it get too far in front. He couldn't help but stare at Applejack's legs as he walked, they were so long, and yet so well built. Neohoss couldn't make out any prominent muscle, but every now and again he would see a slight twitch, a flex, which showed that the raw power lay below skin level. The collar tugged at him like it had done before, so he hurried down past her legs, arriving at her feet. He scanned around for the collar, hoping it wasn't getting too far in front. The collar tugged briefly, pulling him upwards, he looked up and within moments of doing so, he gained a basic understanding of what was to come. The collar had attached itself to one of the toes on Applejack's left foot. Whatever they were going to ask of him was going to involve this foot, and the collar had been drafted in so that he couldn't run away. Not that he wanted to run away, he imagined that the penalties for cowardice were much worse than whatever foot related task they had for him. So he stood his ground, looking up at the looming foot, and awaited his orders, like a good little test subject. "OK, so preparations are complete, we'll begin test two, the obedience test. Applejack, you may give your first command when you're ready," explained Twilight. "Alright, lil' guy, seein' as though yer all wet, ya can put it t' good use. Git cleanin' mah foot." Applejack smirked and flicked her toe backwards, yanking Neohoss closer, via the supernatural connection between the two. Neohoss stumbled forward, smashing into her foot with a moist slap. Saliva dribbled from his arms, running down her heel and onto the floor. For a moment he just stood there, his face implanted into the soft flesh, his breath bouncing back onto his face as it hit her sole. More saliva dripped down from his body and a pool started to form at his hooves. "He ain't movin' Twi, maybe ya should give 'im some encouragement..." Twilight moved to a position where she had a better vantage point of the subject and his objective. She studied the lack of movement that Neohoss exhibited and deemed that encouragement would be the most suitable course of action to take. She lowered her head and lit up her horn, the collars were enveloped in a fluctuating red and purple glow. Twilight held the spell for a brief few seconds before relaxing and returning to her observations. The collars glowed with a yellowish hue, pulsing with a newfound energy. Twilight glanced at Applejack and nodded to her, confirming the process to be complete. "That should keep him going, at least for the rest of this test," explained Twilight. Neohoss wasn't certain of what she meant by 'keep him going', but he didn't have time to dwell on it. In the back of his mind he could feel his thoughts changing, they were twisting and writhing within his head, becoming much more conformist. It was almost like he wanted to serve her, but that couldn't be true. Just moments ago he had been feeling so resilient and now he felt so submissive. He absentmindedly started to run his forehooves over Applejack's heel, eliciting a soft murmur of approval from the farm pony. He massaged the saliva into her soles, taking extreme care to make this as sensual as possible. It surprised him how clean her feet actually were, especially for a pony that spent all day trotting around in the dirt. He nuzzled his snout into her bare foot and found himself inhaling deeply, drinking in a combination of Applejack's natural scent, mixed with her day to day routine. It was pretty pleasant, tinged with apples. Applejack flexed her toes, bending them back and forth, oblivious to the collar that was strapped to one of them. She moaned and groaned as the tiny pony soothed all her aches and pains for her. She scrunched her toes up tightly, bending her foot forward as Neo brushed against a pleasure point. Her knee jerked upwards and her foot slipped further forward, pinning Neo underneath it. She ground her foot against the library floor, forcing Neo up to her toes, whilst only providing him with mild discomfort. Soon enough, his tiny head peeked out from between her bright orange toes, looking dazed and confused. "Keep goin' lil' guy..." murmured Applejack. Obviously Neo didn't have a choice, he had to keep working at her foot if he actually wanted to advance past the second test. Oddly enough he was OK with that, at least there was no chance of him getting swallowed or chewed on. He buried his head back between her toes, using his head in place of his trapped hooves. His snout jabbed at the flesh between her toes, occasionally sliding up and down the adjoining toes for extra pleasure. He wanted nothing more than to show his devotion to his apple bucking Mistress. By now his fur had begun to dry out, and he was fsiling to transfer as much moisture to her feet. It was at this point that he felt another odd sensation wash over him, something that felt similar to guilt. How could he clean her if his body lacked the moisture to do so? He needed a solution and he needed it fast. He opened his mouth to suckle whatever he could. Whatever his snout could reach, he did his best to coat in his own slick saliva. But this was too focused a method, he needed something to spread it about with. His tongue would do nicely for that. He stretched the slimy appendage to its limits, forcing it as far out of his snout as he could manage. Applejack moaned loudly as the ticklish flesh between her toes was serviced. Her foot pressed down on Neohoss, forcing him to lick harder, but also restricting his breathing. The tiny pony began to panic, lapping at her furred flesh, wasting his precious air on servitude. Applejack pressed harder, desperate for more treatment, oblivious to the pain she was causing. Her toes scrunched around Neohoss's head, putting immense pressure on him, so much so, that he felt like he could pop at any moment. "Applejack! Release him!" exclaimed Twilight, now aware of what was occurring. Reluctantly, Applejack lifted her foot off Neohoss, leaving him a few moments to breathe. Twilight quickly removed both the collars and discarded them, whilst engaging in private conversation with Applejack about the result data. Neohoss in the meantime just lay there, his mind slowly clearing, and all thoughts of servitude were vanishing. His breath returned to him slowly at first, but bit by bit it allowed him to regain a steady breathing rate, yet still he sat in silence. It seemed like an hour passed by before the two turned their attention back on to him, or rather, back onto the experiment. "And now Applejack, we'll move onto the third and final test, the endurance test." "Alright Twi, what d' ah have t' do?" replied the orange pony, obviously not versed in this particular exercise. Twilight levitated two pieces of fabric over to the trio, placing them softly on the ground. On the top of the pile lay some unfamiliar material, light blue in colour. Underneath that was a red plaid piece of fabric, with a bow tied across its middle, scrunching up the fabric slightly. Applejack and Neohoss both stared at the fabric, unsure of how to proceed. Twilight scooted herself closer to Applejack and whispered something into her ear. Applejack's facial features went through a variety of expressions, ranging from surprise, to something much more sultry. She took hold of the two pieces of fabric and sauntered off upstairs. Neohoss just looked on, still confused as to how two pieces of fabric were going to provide a test of his endurance. Maybe it was going to be much tamer than the previous two, after all they had removed his collar. Maybe they just wanted him to help test the strength of the fabric in some way. He looked up at Twilight, wondering if she was going to tell him what he was needed for. Alas, she just stared at him, keeping a beady eye on him even though they both knew he wouldn't get far if he ran. "Well, how d' ah look, Twi?" came a voice from the stairs. Both Neohoss and Twilight turned to look for the source of the voice, but only Neohoss' jaw dropped open at what they saw. Standing on the stairs was Applejack, minus the robe, instead replaced by the pieces of fabric that Twilight had provided. Her breasts pressed against the top, pining to be set free, her perky nipples looking poised to split the fabric. Her breasts overflowed from the top and bottom of the shirt, her cleavage looking like a black hole, ready to swallow anything that dared enter it. Neohoss' eyes lowered, mentally massaging her belly and hips, before coming to rest on that unfamiliar fabric. Whatever the fabric was meant to be, it was obviously designed for one purpose, to hug the figure of the wearer. Neohoss hadn't seen anything like it before, her rump was positively huge, or so it appeared encased in the marvelous material. Her rump twitched with each step she took, it bounced up and down to its own sensual rhythm. Her hips swung side to side, slicing through the air, like a knife through butter. Was this the same Applejack? Had Twilight sent the real Applejack away and brought out this voluptuous mare instead? How had he not noticed how good she looked before? "Like a Goddess, Applejack, or at least that's what I expect the little guy is thinking..." Twilight summoned her magic again, this time directing it towards Neohoss, enveloping him in the same aura that she previously used on the collars. Though something felt off, he felt as though a part of him was moving, drifting closer to Applejack. But that was impossible, he was still stood still, hooves planted firmly on the ground. Alas, there was magic at work here, and despite his best efforts to remain stationary, he was in fact hurtling towards Applejack at an alarming rate. Closer and closer, Applejack rushing forth to meet him, and then suddenly... Nothing. Everything went dark, no Applejack, no Twilight, just darkness and a great deal of pressure, pushing in from all sides. He couldn't understand where he was, it was too cramped to be some sort of cage. He could also feel fur, warm fur, brushing against one side of his body. He sniffed at the air, besides the scent of Applejack's plush soles, he caught a thick and heavy scent. The new scent flooded into his senses, of excited him, it aroused him, and that was when it dawned on him. He scrabbled about, pulling himself upwards, trying to secure his position in the cramped area, desperate not to slip any further down. "Mmm, Twi, ah think he figured out where ya sent 'im..." came a lusty, Southern voice from above Neohoss. "Well then, shall we go for that walk and begin the test?" replied the familiar voice of Twilight. Applejack didn't reply, but Neohoss knew exactly what her response was. He was rubbed against the fabric of her jeans, and the orange fur, eased further down, despite his best efforts to remain still. The scent became more powerful, it was like a cloud, drifting its way over his mind. It grew on him, it drew him in, he even caught himself trying to slip further as though he were in a trance. Each time Applejack swayed her hips, she created a gap for Neohoss to slide into, and then when her thigh swung forward as a result, he was effectively crushed once more. Neohoss was pretty sure he couldn't take much more of this treatment, but given how none of the ponies had mentioned a time, or a length to this walk, he felt that he was going to be stuck here for a very long time...