"What the hay did you buy?" Macintosh asked once he and his sister had finished dragging the large crate into the barn.
"It was called an auto bucker," Applejack explained. "Sounded like somethin' we could use out here. Let me spend more time with the girls, and maybe get you off of the farm often enough to find a marefriend."
Macintosh rolled his eyes. "Alright, let's get this over with."
They pried open the crate, and set to work assembling the device. Soon enough, it was complete. Though it didn't look anything like Applejack had expected. There was a platform large enough for an adult pony to stand on, a bar that looked a lot like what the cows liked to rest against while they were being milked, a complex control panel next to that... and an array of phallic projections on mechanical arms at the rear.
The two stared at it for a moment.
"I ain't gonna ask what you and your friends get up to, sis," Macintosh said. "But I don't see how this is supposed to get me a—"
"Celestia as my witness, I thought it was a piece of farm equipment," Applejack muttered.