> Daybreaker's Dairy Deal
>  by Some Leech
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> Apples à la Mode
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Daybreaker watched with casual interest as the solitary soldier entered her chamber, one of her personal praetorian stallions who’d sworn his life to her upon her ascension as the one true ruler of Equestria.

“Your majesty,” the guard said, kneeling before the carved obsidian throne, “the Apple family has surrendered themselves and are currently being held just inside the palace gates.”

Her curiosity peaked at his words. The Apple family, a stalwart clan of earth ponies known for their unshakable willpower, was one of the last groups she’d ever predict to yield to her growing influence. Surely, they wouldn’t turn themselves in without a catch. “Bring them to me,” she commanded, straightening the thin ivory gown which lay draped over her curvaceous frame. Her flame-like mane softly lit the immediate area and her piercing golden eyes, replete with coal black sclera, glowed hauntingly as she stared at the guard. “Oh,” she added, a wicked fanged grin slowly splitting her face, “and do be polite to our guests.”

The praetorian nodded once, his heavy plate clattering softly as he turned to complete his errand. The Apple family’s sudden appearance was far from expected. Until this point, they’d assisted with supplying the resistance with supplies and shelter, albeit covertly. On paper, their tithes were paid regularly and inspections of their properties always failed to turn up any damning evidence to their treasonous ways, but there had been rumors. Whispers of how they supplied her opposition with equipment, lodging, and rations. A subtle slight, but one which, once determined true, would result in severe punishment.

The hellish alicorn patiently waited and after a few minutes, the doorway opened. A procession of guards entered, followed by four ponies. Applejack, Granny Smith, Big Macintosh, and Apple Bloom made their way towards her, heads held high as they confronted the queen. The four were, for all intents and purposes, the core of the Apple family with Applejack, the element of honesty, at its heart. Daybreaker had known her prior to her ascension into the twisted parody of her former self and she had little doubt that the orange earth pony’s resolve was nigh indomitable.

“Ah, the Apple family’s finest. To what do I owe the honor of this visit,” the alicorn asked, crossing her legs as she looked down upon the quartet. 

“We’ve come to bargain,” Applejack flatly stated, crossing her powerful arms over her thick chest. Markedly burly from a lifetime of physical labor, yet maintaining a certain feminine grace, she was a sight to behold. Her orange coat shifted over the corded muscle on her frame as she awaited a response. Flanked her siblings, with her grandmother just behind her, she fearlessly glowered up at the alicorn.

“A bargain? What could the Apple family want from me?” Daybreaker questioned, holding a hand daintily to her heaving bosom.

“It’s Granny Smith, she’s been having more and more trouble lately and we’re having a hard enough time trying to keep up with those quotas you’ve given us!” Apple Bloom bleated pitiably. She’d blossomed into quite the attractive mare herself over the years. Having graduated from her schooling some time ago, she’d joined her family on the farm and was charged with the logistics of their operation. Buttery yellow fur covered the subtle, yet delightful, curves of the pony while her crimson mane and tail accentuated her figure.

Big Mac grunted his accent, staying stoic as always. He was, to put it bluntly, an absolutely colossal stallion. Over a foot taller than his oldest sibling, and having a divinely chiseled body, Mac was quite striking. Always a pony of few words, he was, no pun intended, the workhorse of the family. Daybreaker’s eyes drifted subconsciously to his loins, imagining the thick and veiny length of meat hidden beneath his trousers.

“Up here you royal harlot,” Applejack snapped, drawing the alicorn’s attention away from her brother. “Anyhow, we figure we’ll swear fealty to you proper if you’re willing to help us with Granny and promise that the rest of the Apples in Equestria will be treated fairly. In exchange, we’ll cut off all aid to the resistance,” she continued, unabashedly admitting to her treachery.

Daybreaker looked between the three siblings before her gaze settled upon Granny Smith. The wizened green mare had seen better days. Not only was she ravaged by age, but it seemed that a life of toiling, and stresses of laboring under Daybreaker’s foot, had taken a heavy toll. In a sense, she looked defeated. Her arthritic frame shook slightly with palsy and her vision was unfocused, the disheveled white mane atop her head had even thinned a bit since the alicorn had last seen her.

“So, you come to my palace, admit to high treason, and ask for a favor?” Daybreaker laughed cruelly, her guards leveling their weapons at the earth ponies in their midst. “I must say Applejack, you certainly are an audacious mare, if nothing else,” she chuckled, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye.

“Oh cut it! We both know you won’t kill us so the offer stands. An official pardon for the Apples in exchange for our loyalty. You know we’re true to our word, Apples hold their promises…” Applejack growled, unflinching as she faced her adversary.

“I have a counter offer,” the alicorn cooed, unseating herself and sauntering down to address her guests. “Swearing true allegiance to me is only a start. I’ll not only ensure your family’s safety but also cure Granny Smith’s ailments and dial back the clock for her by several decades,” she mused, circling the quartet and waving her soldiers’ weapons away.

“You can do that?” Apple Bloom chirped in awe. She’d known alicorns were capable of all manner of unfathomable acts but time magic was next to impossible.

“But of course!” Daybreaker responded, one hand delicately caressing the younger mare’s face.

“What’s the catch?” Applejack chided, tracking the despot’s movements. There was no doubt in her mind that the alicorn was up to something but she couldn’t say exactly what.

“Simply expand the Apple family’s horizons,” Daybreaker cooed, pressing herself against Big Mac’s broad chest while brazenly fondling his crotch. To his credit, the stallion didn’t flinch as she accosted him. “I believe adding a few goods and services to your namesakes repertoire would be prudent and a shrewd business move,” she continued, looking up into the red earth pony’s eyes.

“What kinda horizons,” Granny Smith wheezed, drawing everyone’s attention. “We’ve been growin’ apples for more generations than I can count so you had better bet your bottom bit we ain’t givin' that up for some high falutin use-to-be princess,” she continued, scowling at Daybreaker as she strutted over to address her.

“Granny Smith, how could I ever ask your clan to stop producing such delectable fruit for my empire. No, I was simply thinking that the addition of a creamery would do wonders for your farm,” the alicorn chuckled. “Just think of all the ponies coming from near and far to buy your produce, indulging themselves and leaving satisfied with heavy bellies and lightened coin purses,” the queen added. “Not to mention I could make you nearly as young as fare Applejack here, if not a few years younger.”

“And that’s it then?” the withered green mare asked, watching as the towering alabaster alicorn nodded.

“Promise?” Applejack pressed, spitting in her palm before extending it to the twisted ruler.

Daybreaker leered down at the saliva slickened hand of the orange mare. “I already have a contract drawn up, a bit more civil and a tad less messy than a mere handshake,” she said, snapping her fingers. In mere moments, a scribe shuffled into the room, producing a scroll of parchment. Snatching up the document, the alicorn waved for the Apple family to follow her to a small writing desk sitting to the side of the room. “Here it is,” she said, unfurling the contract for them. The terms were simple:

The Apple family, in exchange for an official pardon from Queen Daybreaker, will open and maintain a creamery at their orchard. Clients will receive service until satisfied, as long as supplies are permitting. Any clients who can’t, or won’t, pay will will be charged by the state for crimes of theft. Fifteen percent of all profits will be submitted to the Empire on a quarterly basis. This contract is binding and can only be broken upon the agreement of both parties.

Below the concise arrangement was space for Granny Smith, Applejack, Big Macintosh, Apple Bloom, and Daybreaker to sign. The family of earth ponies gathered around, each reading and re-reading the document, looking for any form of trickery or deceit.

“Where the hay are we supposed to get the supplies for this outfit? It ain’t like we got spare money to blow on equipment,” Applejack groaned.

“I’ll have it all delivered within a day. Everything you’ll need to begin the new arm of your business,” Daybreaker replied.

“And y’all are alright with this?” the element of honesty asked, turning to her family members.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it’d be too bad,” Apple Bloom commented. The closest thing to a creamery she’d ever visited had been an ice cream shop once or twice. Maybe it’d be a fun experience.

“The Apples’ have been through worse,” Granny Smith grumbled. “Besides, can’t be any harder than running an entire orchard.”

Big Macintosh nodded laconically, content to defer to his grandmother and sister on the matter. In truth, the prospect of having thick and rich dairy products on hand was rather appealing to the stallion. He’d always had a soft spot for certain treats and apple pie ala mode was one of his favorites.

“I’m glad you’re in agreement. Now, simply sign the contract and we can conclude our business here,” Daybreaker intoned, waving towards an inkwell and quill which sat beside the document. She watched as each of the Apples placed their signature on the parchment before adding her own. Even before the ink could dry, the contract ignited in brilliant ruby flame which quickly engulfed the five ponies who stood gathered around. The Apples screamed, although not from pain, but from shock at the sudden development. The sorcerous conflagration surrounded them before seemingly merging with their bodies, leaving them stupefied.

“What the hay did you just do?!” Applejack demanded, crossing over to the malicious alicorn and angrily grabbing a fistful of the mare’s dress. The praetorian guards surrounding them immediately drew their weapons at the sight, ready to dispatch the orange earth pony for her impudence. Apple Bloom cowered behind her brother, while Granny Smith’s eyes darted between the arrayed soldiers. Everyone’s attention shifted to Daybreaker as she began to laugh.

“Calm yourself, Applejack. That was merely my guarantee that the deal can not be broken. As I’m sure you’re aware, an alicorn’s magic is nigh unbreakable and, as such, you are now free and clear of any charges,” Daybreaker explained, patting the irate mare on the shoulder.

“Could have at least warned us!” Apple Bloom grumbled, reappearing from behind her sibling.

“My apologies. Now come, I shall teleport you lot back to your homestead,” the alicorn said, ushering the Apples nearer. Once they were an arm’s length away, Daybreaker closed her eyes as crimson energy enveloped the group. With a brilliant flash, and rush of displaced air, the earth ponies, along with their regal host, found themselves just outside the Apple family farmhouse. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement,” the fiery alicorn mused, extending a hand to Applejack while smiling warmly.

“Yea, same here,” Applejack muttered, reluctantly shaking the proffered hand. While she was relieved that the matter of her family’s safety had been addressed, something just wasn’t sitting right. From everything she’d heard about Daybreaker, the once kindhearted and motherly alicorn had become quite ferocious and unyielding in dealing with opposition. There were rumors about dungeons and gulags hidden throughout the land to hold political dissidents and her enemies; even Twilight had disappeared some time ago without a trace.

“You can all sleep soundly now that we’ll be working together,” Daybreaker addressed the small family. “But for now, I really must be going though, empires don’t run themselves,” she continued, taking a handful of steps away from the group of ponies. “Oh and don’t forget,” the alicorn mentioned, turning to Applejack one last time, “your new equipment will be delivered tomorrow. I can’t wait to sample the first batch, partner.” And with that, she was gone, vanished in a blinding flash of light.

“Come on y’all, let’s get some grub and some shuteye,” Applejack sighed, waving her siblings and grandmother towards the house.

“Ain’t we gonna talk about all that?” Apple Bloom asked, running up beside her sister.

“Ain’t nothin to talk about. We did what we had to and besides, maybe most of those stories we’ve heard were probably a bunch of malarkey,” the orange earth mare replied, looking over at the younger pony.

“I guess, but Daybreaker sure was kinda spooky. Nothin like Celestia was,” Apple Bloom lamented, kicking a pebble as the neared their home. She’d only ever met Celestia a handful of times but all the warmth and doting affection the alicorn had possessed was gone; in its place was a certain jaded and hard edge, like the blade of a knife. Prior to her transformation, the princess’s power had been kept concealed, hidden below the love she bore for her people, but now she blazed like the sun, her strength and indomitable might on display for all to see.

Big Mac helped Granny Smith inside, following Applejack and Apple Bloom. The family ate their meal in relative silence, each pony dwelling on their own thoughts as their minds digested the events of the day. Though they didn’t speak, each grappled with the question of whether or not siding with Daybreaker made them traitors or merely survivors. Regardless, each of them was exhausted from the confrontation with the once illustrious alicorn princess. After cleaning up, each retired to their room before falling into a fitful sleep.


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The Next Morning


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Applejack wearily opened her eyes, her night’s sleep had been fraught with all manner of lewd and lascivious dreams, leaving her feeling unrested and more than a little concupiscent. As she went to sit up, something immediately seemed amiss. Looking down, she found her bosoms, normally a health B-Cup, had now swollen to at least a triple D in size. The orange mare rubbed her eyes, unsure if she was still asleep or not, but the massive pair of melons were still there. Her groggy mind struggled to comprehend what had happened to her. She couldn’t recall coming into contact with any poison joke or any other harmless explanation, which led her to assume it was somehow the doing of her meeting with Daybreaker the day before.

Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, she felt a curious tingling sensation at her nethers. Reaching down, Applejack went to inspect herself for the cause. No sooner had her fingers graced the supple mound of flesh between her legs, an electric jolt of pleasure surged through her body. Her marehood was so sensitive that it was nearly painful. No, it wasn’t just sensitive, it ached for stimulation. Looking back, she realized that the mattress, and her panties for that matter, were soaked in her juices. To call it any regular heat would be a gross understatement. Normally, an estrus would mean increased libido and a bit of sensitivity but this was far, far more than that. It was almost like her body had been kicked into overdrive.

Unconsciously, Applejack reached down, slipping her hand into her panties to massage her tender pussy while lying back down. The earth pony’s free hand went to one of her overly large tits, squeezing and tweaking her nipple while she shamelessly got herself off. To her surprise, she felt something warm and wet running down her fingers; it was only then that Applejack realized she had begun to lactate. The logical part of her brain screamed for answers, begging her to stop, but it was overshadowed by mare’s id, caving to her body’s demands to be sexually stimulated.

It wasn’t long before the orange mare was panting and writhing about, furiously fingering herself to orgasm and adding more of her nectar to the moistened bed sheets. Collapsing backward, Applejack caught her breath but something wasn’t right; the euphoric bliss and relief simply wasn’t there. Instead, the pony’s desire remained, yearning for more. With herculean effort, she suppressed the urge to continue her masturbatory efforts. Storming to her dresser, she retrieved the largest shirt she could find as well as a fresh pair of underwear and shorts. 

Applejack swore she’d get to the bottom of this and that Daybreaker would pay for the cruel joke. With any luck, Zecora would have a potion or some concoction to alleviate her plight. Knitting her brow, and steeling her resolve, the orange mare stomped down the hallway towards the front of the house; that was until she heard something rather curious. It almost sounded like muffled grunting coupled with a rhythmic pounding noise, not dissimilar to that of a hammer on lumber. Following the sound, Applejack soon found herself in front of Big Mac’s room.

“Big Mac?” the orange mare shouted, giving the door a knock. “Everything alright in there?” she asked, tilting her head to listen. The sounds she’d heard only intensified, with the addition of some effeminate moaning. The stallion had likely snuck Sugar Belle in at some point last night, the two having grown closer as their relationship had bloomed. Applejack couldn’t help herself, hearing the sounds of two ponies going at it was practically causing her marehood to leak. Cracking the door open, she peeked inside but gasped in shock at what she found.

There, on the bed, Big Mac fully nude and bound to the mattress. Thick cordage wrapped around his limbs and torso, affixing the stallion in place and leaving him helpless. On his waist, with her back to the door, bounced a nubile buttery yellow mare with fiery red mane. As she watched, the mare reached back, bracing herself on the bed as she leaned backward, giving the stallion a view of her filled cunt while she fucked herself upon him. As the yellow pony’s head lolled back, Applejack’s fears were confirmed, it was Apple Bloom on top of their brother.

“What in the hay do you think you’re doing?!” Applejack demanded, kicking the door open before charging in. Apple Bloom, upon seeing her sister, fell backward, dislodging Big Mac’s girthy cock and allowing it to spring skyward like a ship’s mast. It seemed that her sister had suffered the same busty fate as herself; the marginally younger mare’s tits were more than double their regular size and appeared to be leaking milk as well. 

“I...I couldn’t help myself!” Apple Bloom pleaded shamefully. “It feels like I’m going crazy, all I can think of is getting laid!” she explained, her hand creeping to her crotch where her fingers idly played with her clit.

“Well that ain’t no reason to tie up your brother and have your way with him!” Applejack chastised. Though she was upset with her sister, her eyes never strayed from Big Mac’s prick. She could feel herself beginning to salivate as she scanned its vascular surface.

“But it was his idea!” Apple Bloom shot back, crawling over to the stallion’s broad chest and to his face. “Isn’t that right?” she asked, staring at her brother with a pitiful expression.

“E...eeyup,” Big Mac stammered, a particularly potent gush of pre-cum escaping his stallionhood.

“For buck’s sake, couldn’t ya’ll go find someone in town to rut?!” Applejack pinched her brow in consternation. As horney as she was, she couldn’t bring herself to do anything with her own brother, could she? Looking back over, she examined the stallion. Big Mac was an exquisite specimen; tall, handsome face, well defined musculature, long and thick stallionhood, heavy musky balls practically begging to be drained. She shook her head, attempting to dispel the incestuous thoughts as they attempted to take hold.

“What’s goin’ on in here?” a voice called from the hallway, drawing the three siblings’ attention.

There, at the door, stood a voluptuous green mare in a sheer white nightgown. Her mane and tail, both worn in a bun, were a light blonde while her eyes shone a piercing apricot orange. While she certainly wasn’t as young as Apple Bloom or Applejack, she carried herself well and seemed as rather energetic.

“Granny?” the three Apple sibling asked in unison, their jaws nearly hitting the floor at the sudden realization that they were staring at their grandmother.

“Woooo boy, that spell Daybreaker cast sure did a number on me didn’t it?” Granny Smith exclaimed, running her nubile fingers up and down her softened frame. “Just look at how perky these puppies are!” she continued, squeezing her breasts together between her arms. “Why, it’s been nearly twenty years since they stopped lookin’ like melons and started resemblin’ a pair ah flapjacks!” 

Applejack and Apple Bloom shuddered at the statement while Big Mac stayed silent, his prick twitching futilely while his eyes wandered over his grandmother’s ample hips and generous rack.

“I...I’m gonna go give Zecora a visit, I’m sure she c...could help us out,” Applejack stuttered as she made to leave. She could already feel the crotch of her shorts growing moist with her arousal and knew if she stayed around much longer, she’d need to retreat back to her room to relieve the burning ache in her loins.

“Why? Daybreaker is already outside with a whole bunch of fangled doodads to help us out,” Granny Smith explained, nodding towards the window. She watched as her three grandchildren scampered over to peek outside, Apple Bloom still fitfully rubbing herself in the process.

The older mare had been correct. Just outside the family barn stood the alabaster alicorn, directing a contingent of her soldiers and, strangely enough, a small group of changelings. They appeared to be working on three large constructs of the same design and a fourth with a slightly altered configuration. Looking up, the queen noticed them and waved fondly, coaxing them down while smiling. The Apples didn’t have much of a choice, Granny seemed all too content to visit the mare who’d restored her youth, while Apple Bloom and Big Mac seemed to be teetering on the brink of going rut-mad.

Applejack sighed in resignation; running would be useless and she wasn’t going to abandon her siblings and grandmother. The quartet of ponies made their way downstairs and outside, each looking rather disheveled or, in Apple Bloom and Big Mac’s case, just outright nude. 
“Daybreaker,” Applejack greeted coldly, walking up to the despot.

“Applejack, so good to see you again,” the alicorn cooed, looking over the orange mare before inspecting the other members of the Apple family. “It seems you’re all more than ready to begin fulfilling your part of our agreement,” she chuckled, licking her lips at the sight of Big Mac’s erection.

“What the hay did you do to us?! You said we were supposed to open a small dairy outfit!” Applejack growled. Despite herself, she found herself undressing one of Daybreaker’s guards with her eyes. The handsome stallion, a coal black pegasus, took notice and shot her a wink which sent a shiver up her spine.

“Oh but you are! The Apple family will provide fresh dairy and cream to clients and serve as a fine morale boost for my soldiers. I’m sure the townsfolk of Ponyville will be giving you plenty of business as well,” the alicorn explained, walking over to one of the constructs. The device was a large, roughly octagonal framework which hinged upon four large braces. “You mares will be bound to these while in use, serving as stress relief for clients as you’re milked,” she continued, walking over to the fourth device. “And you, Big Mac, will fulfill much the same roll, although you’ll have a bit more freedom of movement because us mares do like the strong hands of a stallion,” Daybreaker laughed.

“So you expect us to just sling leg for folks while gettin’ our tits milked?” Applejack asked, dumbfounded. Although she hated to admit it, the prospect of being bound up and fucked silly was profoundly appealing at the moment and her tits were almost painfully swollen with milk. Before she could continue, a blur of motion caught her eye. Apple Bloom had practically sprinted to one of the devices, reaching up and grabbing the retractable restraints built into the machine before clasping them around her wrists. A lumbering mass passed her right as the orange mare realized Big Mac was making his way towards his designated station, his dick bobbing and leaking pre-cum as he went. 

“Y’all are just gonna go a ahead with this?!?” Applejack blurted, watching in awe as her sibling voluntarily gave in to their base desires.

“Oh quit bein’ such a stick in the mud, why not have a little fun!” Granny Smith exclaimed, smacking her oldest granddaughter on the back playfully as she crossed over to join Apple Bloom and Big Mac.

“Hey you, big sexy,” Apple Bloom called, beckoning the large black stallion guard over. “How’s about you come on over here and plow this field,” she cooed, spreading her legs while she fondled her breasts. While the armatures did keep them in place, the tethers, which attached to each pony’s wrists and ankles, left just enough room for some movement but Big Mac’s seemed to have the most freedom allotted among the three.

“No wait!” Applejack called out, her marehood practically on fire with yearning.

“Have an interest in Black Wing eh?” Daybreaker remarked, leaning closer to the orange earth pony. “I must admit, you have exceptional taste,” she said, smiling proudly. “You know, he is the most well hung of my retinue and has a penchant for stronger mares,” the alicorn whispered.

“I...I want that one!” Applejack pleaded, rushing over and grabbing the stallion’s cuff to drag him over to the empty device. She didn’t care anymore, dignity be damned; if she didn’t get a hot dicking soon, she felt like she’d go insane.

“Awww,” Apple Bloom whined, kicking at the gravel below her feet. When she looked back up, a trio of changeling stallions were approaching, each stripping off their armor as they drew nearer. She began to salivate as the codpiece fell from the first, exposing the brightly colored equine-like shaft hidden beneath.

“Which one of us would you like first,” the drone buzzed, his wings twitching behind him in anticipation.

“I want all of y’all at once,” the youngest Apple sibling demanded, launching herself at the changelings and demolishing the restraint device with ease. In the blink of an eye, she was upon them, straddling the first drone while ripping the armor from his companion.

Daybreaker broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter at the spectacle. She’d completely forgotten about the Apple family’s legendary strength and hadn’t expected Apple Bloom to be so consumed by lust that she’d practically sexually assault her soldiers. She watched as the yellow mare impaled herself upon the drone she’d tackled, ferociously bouncing her ass on the bug-horse below her while fellating the second changeling.

Apple Bloom was in heaven, her cunt and throat filled with changeling dick while she sated her insatiable thirst for carnal delights. She didn’t notice as the third drone circled around her until the tip of his prick was prodding at her back door. Reaching back with one hand, she pried her cheeks apart, giving him easy access to her tight pucker. The mare groaned around the length of meat in her gullet as the third changeling pressed into her ass. In unison, the three drones began thrusting, rocking Apple Bloom between them while she fought to reciprocate their actions.

“Oh yeah hot stuff, come and give Granny some lovin,” Granny Smith crooned as one of Daybreaker’s guards took her from behind. Even with her rejuvenated body, she was still the oldest mare present, but that certainly didn’t stop her from making the best of the situation. As the stallion, having firmly grasped her hips, pounded away, she arched her back and planted a deep kiss on the guard. Her breasts, nearly as swollen as her granddaughters’, swung pendulously while she was rutted, a thin stream of milk dribbling from her nipples to the ground below.

Of all the ponies gathered, Big Macintosh was the only one in complete control of their situation. The mammoth red stallion, having thrown his inhibitions to the wind, was brutally pounding one of the changeling females. The smaller drone was quite literally being plowed into the soft earth in front of the barn. After she had presented herself to the Apple brother, he, much like his youngest sister, had succumb to his urges and demolished the bondage armature to leap upon his potential mate. Throwing the female to the ground, Big Mac devolved into a primal beast, grabbing the changeling by the waist before unceremoniously hammering away. Judging from the delighted squeals, and how much she was drooling, the drone didn’t mind all that much. Two other females from Daybreaker’s retinue, a unicorn and a second changeling, quickly joined the rather salacious session, each whispering encouragement to the large stallion while their hands danced over and caressed his heavily muscled body.

Torn between the three scenes unfolding around her, Applejack’s resolve continued to crumble. Juices from her marehood crept down her leg as her body practically begged to be bred. Feeling a hand upon her shoulder, she turned, finding the large alicorn standing just behind her.

“Come, let’s get you all set up,” Daybreaker cooed, gently guiding Applejack to her binding contraption where the dark stallion she’d eyed earlier stood waiting. The orange mare nodded, dumbly following her over to her position. Almost reverently, the alicorn bound the earth pony’s arms and legs, gently removing her shirt and shorts. She nodded once to the guard, signalling him to begin. “Now,” Daybreaker murmured, taking Applejack’s face in her hands, “try to enjoy yourself.” The orange mare nodded once, her faculties faltering in the face of earthly pleasures. The alicorn smiled, watching as Applejack’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was penetrated.

Feeling the stallion’s thick tool bury itself in her was absolutely astounding. She could make out every vein and detail, from the bloated head to the velvety flesh on his shaft, and it felt amazing. The way the stallion’s fingers dug into her flesh, how his hips impacted upon her rump with every forward thrust, his hot breath on the back of her neck, it was all perfect. Reaching back, her hand grazed his, encouraging him to continue. Without warning, the guard grabbed her wrist, then the other, before he pulled her back to meet his pounding, increasing the speed and power of his movements. A rope of saliva hung from Applejack’s slack jaw, glinting in the morning light as she was bred like a wanton beast.

Daybreaker surveyed the groups of shamelessly promiscuous ponies, smiling and nodding to herself in amusement. Casually strolling around to the side of the barn, she levitated a small crate and several large canisters with her magic before sauntering back to the depravity unfolding in front of the building. The alicorn giggled as she opened the box and inspected the contents. Inside were a set of four contraptions, each complete with a set of hoses. Gathering up the first, she made her way over to Applejack. The orange mare didn’t even notice as she fastened two of the cup-like hose ends to her breasts, setting the small device atop an empty canister after doing so. Grinning wickedly, the alicorn flipped a switch on the machine, watching with delight as the stalwart pony began to writhe and moan whorishly as she was milked. The tiny machine hummed away, filling the receptacle beneath it as it worked. Satisfied with the output, Daybreaker soon affixed similar contraptions to Granny Smith and Apple Bloom, the latter of which seemed positively overjoyed at the added stimulation given by the suction upon her nipples. She paused when she crossed to Big Mac; the stallion had already left two of her changeling mares completely worn out in stupefied heaps while he rutted away the unicorn who had tended to him. The alicorn had brought a specialized milker for his stallionhood but, given the circumstances, she was fairly certain that most mares would pay handsomely for the full experience.


“If I may have your attention for just a moment,” the alicorn announced, drawing everyone’s attention and causing their movements to slow. “As I’m sure you’ve deduced, the Apple family themselves will be the source of fresh dairy, with the exception of Big Mac who will be be used as a breeding stud for any mares willing to pay the fee. Considering you’ll all be terribly busy with your newfound duties, I’ve ordered a detail of laborers from Canterlot to assist with the farm duties and to slake your thirst if the flow of clients wanes. I’m positively thrilled with this partnership and, from the looks of it, I’m sure you’ll be enjoying it yourselves. Take care my little ponies,” Daybreaker concluded, her horn igniting in sorcerous fire before teleporting back to her castle.

Applejack was dimly aware of what the alicorn had said but she honestly couldn’t care less. She pressed back to meet the stallion’s thrusts, feverishly pushing herself closer to orgasm. The machine affixed to her bosoms ceaselessly sucked away, draining her swollen tits of milk as she was taken from behind. Her thighs quivered and knees buckled as she rocketed towards release. Throwing her head back, the mare screamed as she came. The additional tension on the stallion’s cock, caused by her spasming marehood, sent the guard over the edge. He grunted furiously as he dumped his scalding load deep inside of her, coating Applejack’s interior with hot and sticky spunk. Panting wildly, the guard inelegantly pulled out, leaving the orange mare’s cunt to leak his seed to the ground, before slapping her ass.

“Alright, that’ll be fifty bits a go and seventy five if you want a pail of milk. Who’s first,” the guard shouted as he walked away.

Wearily looking up, Applejack realized a few ponies from town were approaching the barn. One of the stallions was already unzipping his pants as he tossed a small sack of coins to the guard who’d just finished rutting her. Looking to her left, she saw Apple Bloom being glazed by the three changelings she’d been with, squirming on the ground as they came on her while she played with herself. To her right, Granny Smith was beckoning a young stallion over invitingly, apparently more than ready for a taste of some nubile pony meat. In a moment of clarity, Applejack realized it didn’t matter. The ache she’d felt upon waking was nearly as strong as it had been before, spurning her to continue. She wanted to be milked, she wanted to be used, and as long as her family was as satisfied as she was, and the farm tended, she was content.

“C...come on then big fella,” the orange mare wheezed, presenting her rear to the oncoming stallion. “You know what they say, ‘an apple a day’...”


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Later That Evening
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After nearly a full day of debauchery, the Apple family wearily made their way back to the farmhouse to rest and recuperate. To their surprise, the changelings and pony attendants Daybreaker had left were quite congenial, preparing them a healthy meal and even assisting them with menial tasks around the house. All of them were quite worn out, exhausted from their hedonistic indulgences and more than a little physically sore. The quartet of ponies sat in silence around the table, quietly eating after having washed up. Each had, to a fault, enjoyed themselves quite thoroughly although none of them were especially proud to admit the fact.

“So, is this gonna be a regular thing now?” Apple Bloom asked, looking between her brother and sister.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac replied through a mouthful of pastry. Though the stallion was a bit dehydrated after servicing nearly a dozen mares, he actually felt pretty good.

“Shucks, I don’t see why it’s a problem,” Granny Smith said, eyeing the three siblings. “Y’all didn’t seem to mind all the attention and don’t tell me you don’t feel ten times better after bein’ milked dry,” she added, cupping her breasts in her hands.

Applejack sighed in resignation as she processed the day’s events. The farm now had a sizeable labor force, they’d made more money in one day than they would in a slow month, and her family seemed pretty content with the deal they’d struck. Granny Smith had several decades of age removed and her quality of life had instantly improved, having regained her vigor and youthful spirit. All in all, there really wasn’t a downside, beyond the exhibitionistic displays and public usage.

“Look,” the orange mare said, setting her silverware down, “I’ll be honest. At first I was pretty ticked off about this arrangement but, all things considered, it ain’t all that bad. Let’s all just give it a good night’s rest and we can discuss it more in the mornin’. I’m pretty tuckered out and just want to crawl into bed.”

The family nodded in agreement, watching as two changeling attendants began clearing the table for them. They certainly weren’t used to being treated like this but, given how worn out they were, they didn’t oppose the service. As they made their way to their rooms for the night, Applejack couldn't help but think about how the next day would unfold. Her marehood began to engorge itself, moistening her panties in anticipation of the sinful delights to come.