Title:           Rarity's Generous Plan, part. 2
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 25th of June 2011 10:32:49 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 25th of June 2011 10:32:49 PM CDT

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Chapter 2: Applejack
 
 
Tender, ripe fruit ready for the picking dangled tantalizingly on the branches of the old apple tree.
A more apt image Rarity could not imagine, as she crouched hidden amongst the dense foliage, peeking through the leaves of the great old tree down to the orchards and farmhouse beyond. She watched from her covert spot as the young orange filly below paced from tree to tree in a nearby plot, coming to each in turn and delivering a sharp blow, bucking the trunk to harvest the fruit.
Applejack reared forward, and kicked the nearest tree. A rain of hearty red apples showered down from above her, each ripe fruit landing neatly in a wooden bin which had been positioned precisely just below, all laid out with care to catch the harvest. Rarity smiled without quite knowing why.
 
The unicorn watched for a while, as Applejack made her way predictably through the plot, until its last tree had been shaken free of fruit. Then she began to haul the bins back, lining them up outside the nearby hay barn.
It wasn't long before three distant figures appeared on the horizon, cresting one of the many hills surrounding Sweet Apple Acres. Rarity saw them long before Applejack. The earth pony just kept on toting those bins as they approached. Closer still, and no sign of recognition. It wasn't until they actually reached the fence Applejack noticed them.
Three tall, pure white stallions. Squared features. Almost statuesque. Golden armor. Blue manes done up in crests over gilded helmets.
Princess Celestia's Royal Guard.
 
Applejack paused, staring across the field to them from her barn, but quickly remembered herself and trotted over. She nodded, respectfully, and offered a warm smile. She was always so hospitable. So welcoming to everypony. And the Royal Guard certainly warranted an extra special welcome, didn't they?
Rarity grinned wider, watching the scene beyond.
The trap was springing.
Not even Applejack could get out of this one.
 
 
She took them in one by one. Where their cutie marks would be, on their croupieres, there were printed insignias, and images of weapons. "Well howdy," she offered them with her characteristic enthusiasm. She couldn't imagine why they'd be here, but she gave every courtesy. "What c'n I do for y'all on this gorgeous day?" She was smiling.
They weren't.
 
"Are you the pony called Applejack?" The first asked in a steely voice. Deep tone. No hint of emotion. He barely moved. He didn't seem to even blink. He bore a spear's image on his armor.
"Yep, that's me," she nodded. "Can I help y'all?" Her smile remained. But now she was a little concerned.
"Applejack..." the second glanced down, producing a small scroll of paper, unfolding it to read. His image was a sword. "...Applejack... Apple?" he asked, not quite sure of it himself.
The first glanced sharply over his shoulder. "You idiot, that's not right."
"It says 'Applejack, of Apple Family'." He said plainly, his voice flat but insistent.
The third wore the image of a club. He piped up. "That doesn't mean her name is 'Applejack Apple'. That's a stupid name."
"Oh okay, sure, because nopony in this town has a stupid name."
The Spear-marked stallion scowled at both of them. "You're supposed to be Celestia's best. Start acting like it! It doesn't matter how stupid her name-"
Applejack cleared her throat audibly. "Can I HELP y'all?" She repeated. The guards all turned back to her.
 
"Miss Apple," Sword said firmly, pushing the gate open on the fence and stepping into the orchard, "We're going to have to take a look around."
"Come again?" AJ blinked, cocking her head to one side.
The other two followed him in, past the gate. Applejack paced back a bit, keeping up with them.
"We have reason to suspect contraband on this property." the spear-marked stallion said.
"This is a warrant to search the premises." the sword-marked guard said, shoving a scroll rudely at her face.
 
 
"There's gotta be a mistake," AJ murmured, convinced of just that as she unfurled the scroll with one hoof and knelt down to read it.
"No mistake," the club-marked guard responded tersely.
"Well I ain't done nothin' wrong!" she affirmed confidently, eyes poring over the wordy script beneath her.
It looked legit.
"That's for us to discern." One of the guards shot back.
Applejack was getting a bit worried now. She glanced back and forth between the scroll to the guards who now made their way to the barn. Who began to rummage through the bins out front. They searched with an aggressive enthusiasm, rifling through the crops, but with a sort of carelessness that made it seem they weren't looking for anything at all. She made a few urgent but wordless exhalations as she watched, trying to think of something to say but finding nothing.
The club-guard overturned a bin. Apples spilled everywhere, tumbling across the ground.
AJ startled a bit. "Hey now!" She shouted, her outburst a mix of both worry and anger. "I just bucked those!" She protested, stamping a hoof. "Watch it!"
The guards glanced at her all at once, then went back to work without saying anything.
 
The orange earth pony shifted her weight uneasily from one hoof to another. She looked on uncomfortably as the guards continued to nearly ransack her fresh harvest. Another bin was overturned, and still they persisted. Finally, the guard with the spear emblem nodded to the barn door.
"What's in here?"
"That's just an old hay barn."
The guard furrowed his brow. "What's in it?" He repeated.
AJ stared at him blankly, then cocked her head and raised a brow. "Uh... hay?" She responded, as if suspecting a trick question.
The three white stallions shared a knowing look and nodded back to the barn.
"Show us," the spear-pony said in a firm deadpan, "You go ahead of us."
 
AJ sighed, slumped her shoulders, and rolled her eyes so hard it felt like they were going to fall out of her skull. "For cryin' out loud," she murmured, walking to the barn, "I don't know what all this is about but y'all aren't gonna find nothin' out a'place."
The athletic young earth pony walked in past the paint-peeled door, entering the dusty, stale darkness of the old wooden barn. Hay filled the barn, both in bales and in loose, scattered piles. The ground itself was covered in a thick layer, and the dirt floor couldn't be seen through the thick accumulation of golden-brown.
She walked a good way into the unlit barn, then sight, glancing over her shoulder. "See? I told you: there ain't nothin' in here but hay 'n' dust mites."
 
The barn door closed suddenly, enveloping the room in darkness. Dusty sunlight streamed in through slats in the walls where the old wooden planks had grown weak or crooked, ravaged by time and disuse. AJ startled, glancing at the three guards who paced in behind her. "Now what was that for?" she asked, more confused than anything.
"Shut up," the spear-pony barked at her. His limited patience had run out and his already-gruff tone became wholly unpleasant. AJ pulled back as if struck, so caught off-guard was she by the rude response.
The white stallions came in closer, pacing over the dried hay. Even in the filtered sunlight, she could see their stern expressions had become downright threatening.
"Hooves up against the wall," the spear instructed. "Spread your legs."
"What?" AJ demanded, incredulous.
"Hooves up against the wall. And spread your legs."
Applejack paused for a long moment, looking at them with uncertainty. But their expressions were like stone. They never wavered.
They weren't kidding.
 
Applejack didn't say anything. The orange earth pony grumbled, took a few steps toward the nearest wall, and in the dim light of the darkened barn, stood up on her hind legs and put her hooves against the wall.
"Spread your legs," the spear repeated.
Her ears folded down and she muttered something under her breath, but complied. She'd never been frisked before.
She'd also never had a boy tell her to spread her legs.
 
The three white pegasus stallions approached her. The club and sword stood back, while the spear approached. He sat behind her and started patting her down, hooves on the sides of her flank.
"This ain't necessary. I ain't carryin' anything. I ain't even wearin' any clothes!" Applejack sighed, rolling her eyes.
"I noticed," the spear said. His voice had an edge to it, a very subtle tone. Something about the way he said "noticed". It made her suddenly uncomfortable, and she blushed without knowing why.
He patted down her sides, soon reaching her hips. She felt his hooves up and down her flanks, then in closer towards her rear. Applejack stared uncomfortably at the wall and bit her tongue when he pulled her tail aside, turning red. The guard began to pat roughly along the inside of her thighs. Still she just stared at the aged wooden wall in front of her.
"Watch it," she muttered through her teeth.
"I am," the guard replied with the faintest smirk.
The spear reached forward and put his hooves between her thighs, pushing outward to the sides and forcing the earth pony's legs to spread out wider. Leaning down, he took in the sight of her. A subdued smile crossed the guard's face, breaking the deadpan facade for a moment. He inhaled deeply, enjoying her scent. Clean sweat from a day's hard work accentuated the smell further. The other two stallions glanced at each other strangely. Applejack tried to look over her shoulder.
"Now what the hay are you doin' back there?" she asked with a voice of nervous concern. She couldn't see the pony sitting behind her in this position.
He spread her thighs a bit more, roughly, and inhaled deeper. His eyes glazed and his smile broadened, taking in the young mare's sights and scents. He shivered involuntarily, shoulders trembling, and sighed contentedly.
 
Applejack felt his hot breath flowing across her inner thighs and over her more sensitive areas. She startled, caught off-guard in an already uncomfortable position, and strained to look back over her shoulder.
"Hey! What in th' name a' good graces d'ya think you're doin'?!" she demanded, blushing visibly even in the dusky light of the barn. Her legs quivered uncomfortably, but the guard held his hooves between them, keeping her spread. Sweat was forming on her forhead. She wanted to wheel around and slap the stallion, but her fore legs remained planted against the wall. She knew better than to assault a Royal Guard.
"I said shut up," the spear murmured breathily. He leaned in more, placing his head against her bare flank and nosing in between her thighs. When she felt him touch her there, she jumped so sharply her hat nearly came off.
She dropped from her standing position and turned around suddenly, bringing her tail down to cover her rear protectively. Her face was burning with a powerful blush but her expression was determined, accusatory enough to hide her nervousness. Deep down she knew she was in trouble.
She just didn't know quite the extent of it yet.
 
"I know what this is about," she snapped, stamping one hoof down as she faced the three white stallions who'd moved in even closer. "This is a shakedown! So what, is this 'cause I wouldn't sell the east orchard
 t'the city?"
The pegasus guards didn't respond.
They moved in closer, surrounding her. Their golden armor glinted in the filtered, dusty sunlight that streamed in. The smell of hay was all around them.
Applejack briefly considered calling for help. But this was her mess. She had to handle it herself. She was strong enough to face them. She had to be.
 
"Turn around, and spread your legs," the spear ordered plainly. A hint of impatience in his voice, but still so flat. His armor was unclasped. The croupiere was coming off. The young orange pony stared at the stallion. She gulped nervously, but kept a firm expression. She knew where they were going.
"No," AJ said, staring him down.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," the club offered with a faint smirk.
"We don't want to hurt you," the sword said, sounding almost genuine.
"Spread your legs, or we'll spread them for you." The spear grinned, stepping right up to AJ. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face. But she didn't shrink back. Didn't even blink.
"I ain't afraid a'you." She spat.
The spear smiled. His expression broke for the first time, a wide, plain grin extending across his pale face. His wings unfurled. "Guess it's the hard way, then. Boys?"
 
They were on her in a second. AJ was a strong earth pony and spent her days exercising and working in the fields, but the three stallions were larger than she, older, trained. Tough. Too tough. She struggled against them, but it was in vain.
For a moment, the only sounds were the scuffling of hay and soft, muffled grunting as the four ponies tussled, grappling. When it was over, she found her shoulders pinned by the club, her head down, the side of her face pressed hard against the hay-scattered dirt floor. Her hat had been knocked off, lying nearby, upside-down. She felt the others moving behind her. Felt hooves on her ankles, rudely shoving her legs apart. Felt her tail being yanked painfully, pulled aside to uncover her rear, exposing her in the dim light. She blushed and scowled, baring her teeth. She tried to stand, but the hooves on her back kept her pinned.
"Y'ain't nothin' but a bunch a'thugs!" she cried angrily.
 
Behind her, the spear was enjoying the sight of the young earth pony utterly bared before him. He nosed along the curve of her toned ass, along her muscular thighs. Again he inhaled deeply and shuddered, sighing. Warm breath against her flanks. Over her thighs. Under her tail, and over her naked mound, her most private part. She grumbled and tried to force her way back up, but still, couldn't get out from under the three guards that held her down.
"Holy cow," one of the guards behind her murmured in awe, "she's got an incredible pussy." AJ turned redder and scowled.
"Clean and tight," the other agreed, talking about her as though she weren't even there. "Smooth as a peach."
"Or an apple," the  first joked, lamely.
"Looks good enough to eat." He grinned.
The spear closed his eyes, leaning in, and flicked his strong tongue out between her thighs, right across Applejack's tender little lips. She jumped, not expecting that kind of touch, and certainly not used to the wet, warm sensation. She wasn't able to move much, but she startled visibly. The guards all chuckled. They were so amused by her plight.
"Hey!" she protested with an angry shout, her hind legs shaking just slightly.
The spear just planted his hooves against her flanks and went back to work, licking firmly up and down her pink little slit. She stiffened up, eyes widening at the intrusive sensation, and strained to move her hindquarters away from the lascivious guard. It was no use. He held her there tight and kept licking against firmly her, his tongue running the length of her lips, front to back as she lay there with her ass high in the air. He ran the tip of his tongue over her tiny little love button, and she jerked her hips forward, the electric sensation catching her off-guard. He pressed in more firmly, parting her pert lips around his tongue and sliding the tip upward, tasting her intimately.
"Gah!" She gasped, wide-eyed. She'd never felt anything like it before. If she wasn't so disgusted she might have had a chance to enjoy it.
 
"She tastes even better than she smells," the spear sighed happily, leaning back. He wiped his face with one hoof and stood up.
AJ struggled still, trying to buck the club off her back. But he was too heavy, too firm. All she could focus on was her defiance. She couldn't even think about what they'd just done. Or what they were surely about to do. She grunted and strained, but she couldn't move him. "Get off me, you lug!"
"Maybe if you get me off first," he grinned back. It wasn't a particularly clever play on words.
"Thugs! Lowlifes! Apple-pickin' deegenerates!" She cried, nearly thrashing.
"You'd better close your mouth," the spear advised from behind her with a cocky grin. "Otherwise we might have to gag you."
"Huh huh huh, yeah," the club chuckled beside her. He shifted slightly, parting his hind legs, keeping his fore legs pinning AJ's shoulders. She glanced sideways at him, meeting his lusty, cruel gaze, then followed his eyes down. Her blush rose and a look of nervousness and fear suddenly crossed her face. An immense, dark erection stood out before her, poking out from beneath the seated club, only a few inches from her freckled young face. She stared for a second, watching the oversized thing twitching in the dim light, then glanced away sharply. She bit her lip. She groaned uncomfortably. But she didn't yell.
"That's better," the spear grinned. He reared up, planted his hooves on either side of AJ's raised hips. She knew what was coming, even before she felt the slicked tip of the guard's eager cock pressing against her. She was already wet. Not because she wanted it. Of course not. He had given her very enthusiastic lip service. He had gotten her ready for this. She scowled, struggled. She felt him starting to press in against her, her neat little lips around his tip. He didn't waste time. He didn't warm up. He just began to press in forcefully, lined up right at her virgin entrance.
"Damn you!" she cried, throwing out the strongest swear she knew.
And then it went in.
She yelped, dug her fore hooves into the hay. The sensation was sharp, painful, and sudden. She exhaled with a whimper. Tears formed in her eyes as the pain made her wince, but she bit her tongue hard and forced them back.
"Is she cherry?" the club asked.
"She was," the spear grinned back from his mounted position.
 
He wasn't very deep inside her. She was tight, and her muscular build only added to that resistance. She was tense and stubborn and a little scared, and wasn't making it easier for him. But he continued, grinding towards her, thrusting in without pulling out. With every move he forced himself in deeper, never giving an inch back. It was slow, forceful, awkward. But he was enjoying every second of it, grinning proudly from his mounted pose as if he were atop a winner's podium. Beneath him, Applejack groaned, clenching her teeth. He wasn't as big as she'd feared, but she had nothing to compare him to. She was struggling to buck him off, but her efforts grew weaker and weaker as he slid that awful thing deeper inside her. She knew that it would hurt less, that it would be easier if she just relaxed. But she couldn't. On principal she couldn't give in, not the slightest bit.
Finally, she realized, he had gone as far as he could. She groaned quietly as he began to grind his hips against her backside, hooves around her waist, pulling her back against him. He moaned, out of his mind with pleasure, nearly shaking. He leaned forward, his head down beside hers. She didn't look back at him.
"What's the matter, little filly?" he asked cruelly, whispering hotly into her ear. "Still don't realize where you are, do you?"
Applejack scowled, bit her tongue, scraped her hooves on the floor. "Do what y'want," she spat from behind clenched teeth and watering eyes. "Y'won't make me scream. I ain't gonna give you the pleasure."
The white stallion laughed, rubbing his head against her. He still wore his metal helmet, cold against her neck. He moaned right in her ear, nipping at it, and she felt goosebumps suddenly race down her back.
"We'll see about that."
 
With the spear keeping her pinned and mounted from behind and the club keeping her shoulders down on the floor, the sword circled around her. He watched her, and she returned his gaze, unblinking. Her face was hurt and angry, humiliated but defiant. She grimaced as the stallion behind her slowly withdrew, pulling that throbbing shaft out inch by inch, then slowly forcing it back inside. The thickness of it spread her normally neat-looking pussy wide around it, her pink lips visible as he withdrew. And she was wet, dripping to the point that even now her inner thighs were becoming slick. But as she struggled, resisting, the spear found his progress nearly as difficult as before.
The sword kneeled down beside her, still watching her face. He spoke in a quiet tone, which surprised her more than any threat could have.
"Try to relax. It won't hurt so much."
"Nnh," she grunted, sweat now pouring from her brow, her unkempt hair damp. "Don't act like you care." the orange earth pony struggled to get out as the stallion behind her began to speed up, trying to find a good pace to pump away at her vicelike tightness.
"I don't like seeing you hurt." he said plainly.
"Ah!" she yelped suddenly, grinding her hooves on the floor as the spear fucked her deeper and harder, pounding against her. His hips smacked against her rear, producing an awful, obscene noise that filled the dusky barn, and his dark, heavy balls swayed beneath them in the rhythm he'd found. He slid in and out with less resistance, but each stroke was rough and sharp, not smooth, or even. Forceful, almost angry. She felt her legs quiver and she struggled to keep her senses keen even as the feeling began to overwhelm her. She always had something of a libido, and found dirty thoughts sometimes kept good company when she was out bucking the bumper crop, but this wasn't anything like her fantasies. The sensations of being drilled so powerfully were getting the best of her, but she fought off the clouds creeping in on her consciousness far better than she fought off the guards themselves.
 
"Horsefeathers," she growled at the sword, one eye closed tightly as she panted beneath the other stallion. "Then why... ahh! Why are you doin' this?!"
The guard stared back at her with a strange expression, as though he'd just been struck. His mouth hung open for a second, then he glanced down, staring at the hay-covered floor in silence.
AJ's attention was stolen back as the pegasus mounting her began to suddenly pick up speed, slamming relentlessly in and out of her, his slick, aching cock pulsing in overwhelming pleasure and eager anticipation. Her virgin pussy was so tight around him, and so warm, so wet, so perfect. He leaned back a bit, awkwardly, as he continued to fuck her tight little hole, watching as those cute little lips were stretched around his dark shaft. "Ghahhh," he moaned, out of his mind with the sensation.
Applejack struggled just to keep herself in one piece, holding on to her anger, her resentment, to avoid having to think about what was actually happening. She had to be strong. She had to get out of this, somehow. She wouldn't be pitied. Especially not by the same thugs who were inflicting this punishment in the first place.
She became vaguely aware of a wet, warm sensation against her cheek, and glanced towards it to see the club had shuffled forward, hind legs spread, to rudely press his wet and dripping erection against her face. She scowled again, distracted from the forceful fucking long enough to show her disgust with this new development.
Growing up with an older brother, it wasn't as though that... part had been a mystery to her, but peeping was miles different from having something like that shoved in her face, rubbed against her cheek, smearing her with that slick, clear, stickiness.
He stroked against her cheek, thrusting his hips slowly, gingerly back and forth from his half-seated position. Even as he smeared precum against her cheeks, towards her nose, even as the musky scent filled her nostrils and the warm wetness began to accumulate and drip down towards her chin, all she could think about was how stupid he looked like that, and how ugly his thing was, especially up close. She turned her head away and huffed angrily.
"Turn her head back this way," the club said to the sword with a nod at the disobedient earth pony.
The sword glanced up at him, then glanced back down. He didn't do anything.
"Come on," the club groaned impatiently, stroking himself along AJ's neck.
 
"Oh-" the spear-marked pegasus pony mounting AJ moaned suddenly. His breathing was quick, his chest was heaving against her back, and what little armor he still wore rattled loudly. "I'm right there," he sighed shakily.
Applejack growled, baring her teeth. She didn't know quite what he meant but had enough sense to know it was bad. She couldn't think of anything to say. She struggled, but couldn't move. She bucked, forcing her hips back at him, but it only made him moan. She turned red, and promptly stopped trying that. She couldn't scream. She wouldn't call out. She didn't even want to be found like this.
"Hurry up and get this over with, I got apples to buck." She spat her defiance through clenched teeth, doing her best to seem brave and unaffected even as she fought back tears. Don't show weakness, she thought. Don't let them win.
He muttered some swear she had never heard and clamped his hooves hard against her hips, pulling her back against him. He pounded her relentlessly, and she groaned, bracing herself to withstand it. He went wild, and her legs twitched as he penetrated her deeper than ever before. She whimpered, a quiet squeak as the sensation overwhelmed her. It was more surprising than painful. Her eyes widened. He throbbed. Twitched.
He came powerfully, deep inside her, but never stopped thrusting. He continued fucking her right through his orgasm, his cock slamming in and out of that vulnerable little hole, spurting gooey white wetness into the used orange pony. Lubricated by the thick, hot cum spilling into her, he actually sped up, reaching a fever pitch, bucking into her as fast as he could. He was a machine. An animal. AJ whimpered again and nearly collapsed completely.
At last he drew out, unceremoniously dropping off her back and leaving her empty. Slick, sticky white semen dripped down her thighs as he pulled out messily. He sighed in contentment, resting for only a moment. Then the guard quickly realized AJ's situation and hurried forward, keeping her pinned without re-mounting her. It took at least two of them to keep her down.
 
"If I'd known she would be like that..." he began with a contented grin, almost breathless, before trailing off. He smiled wider beneath his gilded helmet, not bothering to finish that thought in any concrete way.
Applejack panted hotly. It was a summer day, but she could swear she almost saw her breath before her in the dark and drafty barn. Her vision was blurry, both from the tears in her eyes and from the exhaustion of the act. She couldn't quite understand it. Though she struggled, she'd been through more demanding physical challenges just in the fields alone, and yet she was so drained, so weary. The guards could sense it, too, and their rough hooves pinning her so hard to the floor seemed like they were letting up the slightest bit.
She ached all over. Her limbs were sore. Her poor little pussy was sore and stinging from the abuse it had just withstood. She kept her flank raised high, letting the cool air of the barn wash over her bared ass,
 
"My turn," the club grinned, eagerly. He nodded to the spear and he nodded back, and with their hooves crassly moving across the orange pony's back, they quickly switched places without letting her up. Applejack strained to glance at them, to take in the scene, but couldn't turn much in this pinned position. The sword pony didn't seem to have moved. He had his hooves on her fore leg, but he wasn't holding her down very firmly at all. She could probably break away if she tried, but she still wouldn't be able to get up. She just scowled at him, but the stallion didn't even look up to meet her gaze.
 
She managed to turn her head to the other side, to get a look at the spear guard who now sat near her head. He was wilting visibly, his ugly-looking boy part drooping like some dying plant. It was streaked white gooey white trails, dripping heavily. It wasn't as big as it must have been, but it was surely smaller than the club guard's.
"If he thinks he's going to wipe that off on my face too, he's got another think comin'." AJ affirmed inwardly.
That's when it hit her. The club was bigger. The pony who even now was climbing onto her back, mounting her, hooves on her hips. She hadn't even had a minute to recover. She was already sore and felt stretched to her limits, and her legs were so weak they threatened to buckle. The sword's hooves on her fore leg pressed more firmly, but still didn't quite keep her pinned.
In her mind she could see it, that thick, throbbing, rock-hard shaft that had been rubbing so rudely on her face now poised behind her, lining up with the young mare's most vulnerable spot. Helpless. Unprotected. About to be speared again by that enormous rod, that giant, drippy, ugly cock ready to invade her hapless little pussy. Her heart went tight in her chest. Sweat poured down her face. Tears welled up.
 
 
Some things were more important than pride.
"Help," she whimpered, almost silent. "Help."
The hooves on her fore leg lightened up a bit, but still the other two stallions kept her pinned.
"Help me!" she called out, her voice urgent but unbroken.
 
Outside the barn, on the darkened side, peering in through the slats, Rarity stood unnoticed. She watched the scene unfold. Something in her stirred as Applejack screamed. The stubborn, mannerless orange earth pony inside was calling for help. Rarity's heart jumped just slightly. She glanced away from the scene for a moment, then pressed her face back to the wall of the barn, peering into the musty darkness, one hoof beside her eyes to block the sun.
"Help!" the cry came out again.
Rarity bit her lip. She shifted slightly in place, looking on.
Maybe that was far enough.
No! She had to be strong. For her friend's sake. She had to see this through. She had to carry out her plan in full.
"Help me!" AJ thrashed as the club-marked stallion, towering over her, mounted the orange pony from behind. He chuckled, unmoved by her cries.
Maybe this had gone on long enough. Rarity hesitated. AJ had to learn her lesson. Otherwise she'd never become a better friend.
The club stallion shifted his weight on her back.
Maybe she had learned her lesson already.
Rarity was torn with indecision. She watched impatiently.
What should she do?
 
Inside the barn, Applejack struggled, writhing about, sweating and squirming beneath the stallions keeping her pinned to the ground. "Somepony help me!" she shouted urgently.
"Scream all you want," the spear pony grinned. "Not a soul will hear you."
The club pony grinned too. He began to line himself up, eager for his turn.
"Anypony, PLEASE!" she yelled, squirming and trying to avoid being taken so roughly a second time. She strained to look over her shoulder.
The club caught her eye, and smiled cruelly down at her.
"Nobody's going to hear you, little filly." he smirked.
He towered over her. Tall, full grown. Too fully grown. She couldn't look away from him.
He grinned widely and shuffled his weight, lining up against her tender wetness.
He pushed up and down tauntingly a few times, running the underside of his dark, veiny shaft against her dripping pink entrance.
He gripped her hips more tightly.
A shadow fell.
 
All at once he tumbled forward, rolling off of the orange pony and onto the floor, collapsing in a heap in the hay, on his side. The other two stallions looked at him, jaws agape, startled. The sword looked like he was about to say something, but an enormous hoof came down first, cracking him across the jaw. The spear-marked white pegasus stood up, planting his hooves uneasily. He was still drained from his earlier act. He hadn't taken a single step before the newcomer smashed headlong into him, headbutting him square in the face, beneath his helmet.
AJ sighed deeply.
Mac.
 
There was a flurry of movement. AJ was too weak and exhausted to keep up with it all. But the white stallions had been caught utterly off-guard by an overprotective brother that outmatched even them in size and strength. He didn't hold back. He didn't care about the consequences, or the trouble it could get him in. He charged.
Somewhere outside, Rarity sighed in relief.
 
In short order, the furious assault had them scattering. The royal guards fled, armor in tow, and flew off over the fields with their tails between their legs. Applejack finally collapsed onto the hay-covered dirt floor, lying flat, panting hard. She could barely catch her breath, let alone find all her senses.
 
"AJ," Mac began weakly, "I'm so sorry."
He panted as well, still in good shape for the beating he'd just handed out. Adrenalin coursed through him.
"Pff," Applejack sighed, shaking her head weakly. "You saved my behind." Pausing for a moment to consider her own phrasing, she added, "I mean, really." She glanced to her hat, but it was out of reach and she was too exhausted to stand.
"I wish I'd gotten here sooner," he muttered, ashamed. "I'm s'posed to protect you."
AJ exhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling as she lay there flat on the ground. She didn't let her mind return to the act. She just stayed in the present. She was safe. In spite of everything she'd been through, she managed to put on a strong face.
"You already protected me, Mac." She smiled weakly.
"I just..." he stamped the floor, looking down. "I know you was savin' your cherry for when you got married..."
A long pause.
Startling her brother, Applejack actually laughed.
"Shoot," she smirked, wearily but with a characteristic spark to her tone, "I don't care 'bout that. I just said it so you'd stop askin' me every time we played doctor."
Mac looked at her with wide eyes, and his red face turned redder. "AJ! How c'n you talk like that?"
She glanced over her shoulder, looking back at her older brother. "Well it worked, didn't it?"
 
She rested her head on the hay scattered around the floor beside her, breathing deeply, trying to recover. Part of her just wanted to lay there forever. But she was too determined to give up like that. She could rest later. She opened her eyes to see Big McIntosh standing right behind her, sprig of wheat in his mouth, focused somewhere down at her hindquarters. She raised a brow, following his gaze down to herself, glancing past her dirt-scuffed tail. He was staring. She scoffed, cleared her throat. Mac suddenly glanced up to meet her eyes.
"You gonna help me up'r what?" she asked, placing one hoof on her hip. Mac blushed.
"Sorry, sis," he paced around to her side, nosing her her chest and helping lift her with his strong, broad neck.
"What were you doin' 'round here anyway? Thought you were goin' to town today."
"I was," he answered plainly, helping her back to her shaky feet. She looked uncertain, but didn't fall. "But Fluttershy needed me to pick somethin' up from home."
They turned toward the barn door together, the orange filly leaning on her brother as they walked. "Fluttershy?" she asked absently, "What in the hay you doin' hangin' around with her?"
Together they stepped into the sunlight. Mac shrugged, avoiding the question. "You need a bath," was all he answered. "C'mon."
 
Rarity sighed, resting against the wall behind the barn. A relieved smile on her face. She tapped her hooves together, nodding, and pulled out her little black notebook.
So hard to find good help these days.