Chapter 1
Twilight Sparkle, youngest of the royal alicorns, hummed to herself as she walked along the road from Ponyville to Sweet Apple Acres. She’d just got back from her royal duties in Canterlot, and after asking around had discovered all of her friends were at the farm. She could see the farm workers carrying out their tasks, and she waved at the nearest one. “Caramel! Hi!”
The young man paused and wiped his long brown hair from his tanned face, also clearing the sweat that had built up over the hot afternoon. His eyes landed on the woman and he tipped his head. “Hi there, princess! What can I do you for?”
“I’m looking for my friends,” Twilight said, looking around but not seeing any of them helping with the work, as she thought they might be doing. “Have you seen them?”
Caramel’s friendly smile wavered a little, and he cracked his jaw a few times. “Uh, yeah. They’re in barn four right now...”
“Okay, thanks!” And with that Twilight was on her way, past all the other workers and into the farm’s yard, heading towards the indicated building. Just before she reached the door, her mind went blank as Applejack steamed past, pulling a cart behind her.
It wasn’t that Twilight wasn’t expecting not to be seen, more that she was not ready to see her friend bound, gagged, and dressed in shiny rubber, with her breasts exposed and something metal strapped over her crotch. Before Twilight could reach out to her, Applejack was gone around the side of the barn, and from inside came what sounded like hooves on the stone floor. Twilight entered through the barely open door, then stopped and blinked. “...what the Faust is this?”
Inside the barn stood Applejack’s brother, Big Macintosh, who had just popped a ballgag into Rainbow Dash’s mouth, and she was dressed and restrained in the same way as the farm girl. Rarity stood the side, fully geared up, whilst Pinkie was only wearing the black clothing and metal device, having not been restrained yet; there was no sign of Fluttershy.
“Oh hey, Twi!” the bubbly woman exclaimed, approaching her friend and hugging her, Twilight taking note of the strange boots. “So nice of you to join us ponies!” With Dash done, Pinkie then bounced over to Mac as the man started to restrain her.
“Po... nies?” Twilight half repeated, half asked, stepping closer.
“Eeyup,” replied Mac as he worked, the whole group continuing like nothing was wrong. “These five fillies are mah work horses, and they gotta to get to work soon.” Mac worked fast, having Pinkie ready to go within a few minutes, before sending her off with a smack to her ass. “So... ya look like ya got questions.”
Twilight noticed it was just her and Mac left in the barn, and she took a step back. “I...I just want to make sure they’re not being forced to do... this,” Twilight said, waving her hand around, her eyes lingering on where several unused bits of equipment were hanging.
Mac walked over to the side of the barn, Twilight noticing a desk there, and he opened a drawer, pulling out five folders. He indicated them to her, stepping to the side. “Ah ain’t gonna force anything on anyone. The girls can ask to be let go any time they want, but they enjoy it.”
Twilight said nothing as she read over the first folder, Fluttershy’s, and meticulously studied the ‘contract’ inside. As Mac said, nothing was forced, there were agreements with concessions from both sides, and it was a fully legal document; a quick check showed the other girls had signed the same documents. Twilight frowned, wondering exactly what they enjoyed about this, and her curiosity got the better of her. “...I’d like to try it, please.”
“Come again?” Mac asked in disbelief, staring at Twilight. Slowly, he pulled out a sheet of paper, sliding it over the desk, where the woman saw it was the same contract as her friends had signed. “Gotta do the paperwork first, for liability reasons. And remember, at any point if you wanna to stop, you can.” Twilight waited for a few moments before signing her name and sliding the sheet back, Mac signing it too. “Alright then... strip. Every bit of clothing yer wearing.”
Twilight blushed a little before doing as instructed, slipping out of her summer dress followed by her bra and panties, then taking off her high heeled sandals. She then stood still as Mac stepped behind her and tightly bound her wrists behind her back, then forced a ballgag into her mouth and buckled it up, followed by an anti magic ring being slid down to the base of her horn.
“Sorry I’m late, Mac!” Fluttershy said as she entered, already stripping down. “Oh, hi, Twilight.” It was like she wasn't even surprised to see her friend standing there like that, left alone standing there as Mac approached Fluttershy and began to get her geared up.
Twilight remained patient, waiting her turn, as she was new to this so would take longer to get ready than her friends... at least that’s how she looked at it. The young woman took a deep breath, letting her tongue roll over the large red rubber ball lodged firmly behind her teeth. She tried to push it out, but it didn’t move, and any attempts to use magic resulted in a small throb where her purple horn met her pale forehead. Using her arms was certainly not an option, as Mac had tied her very well, and she could barely slide her wrists through the rope.
Before she knew it, she was pulled forward and untied, but the gag remained in place. She lifted her arms like she’d watched her friend do, and a latex corset was placed tightly around her waist, followed by matching stockings which were attached to suspenders hanging from the corset. Her arms were pulled behind her once more and slipped into an armbinder, which was laced so tight it felt like her elbows were crushing against each other; it also pushed her purple wings together and her chest out more. Next came the part she was dreading, as a steel chastity belt was slid through her legs, a pair of dildos pointed upwards attached to the crotch strap.
“Best bite that gag tight, filly,” Big Mac said as he slowly raised it, the liberally lubed large rubber shafts finding their holes and sliding in. There was a little resistance, but soon the dildos were deep inside of her, and the belt firmly locked around her waist.
Twilight closed her eyes and let out a small moan as she shifted her weight slightly, the toys rubbing over her sensitive spots. A body harness and posture collar were tightly buckled and locked around her, followed by a head harness with blinders to the side of her eyes, and on the headband sat two pony-like ears. She grunted as she was lifted up and moved forward a little, where her feet were slid into waiting boots.
The pair were like the ballet boots she’d tried on in a shop called The Crop back in Canterlot, but had no heel, and the front of them had been designed to look like an equine’s hoof. They went up to her knees, and she was laced into them. Cuffs were strapped and locked around her ankles, and a short chain allowed her to take small steps, followed by a belt around her waist. The final parts were bells attached to strong nipple clamps, and she gave a muffled scream of pain as she felt them bite down on her, weighted bells jingling as her body shook a little.
Before she could even get a breath, a leash was clipped to her collar, and she was forced to stumble after Mac, who took her over to where her friends stood, all five of them in the exact same outfit, though one difference remained; all their ‘tails’ matched their hair colours, whether natural or dyed. Mac took their leashes and left the barn, making them all follow him. “Time to put y’all to work.”
One by one, he stood them in front of empty carts and hooked them up, then stepped back. His sister was at the front, and he used a riding crop on her bare ass, hard, making her shriek. Applejack then let out a muffled whinny, lifted her left leg up so that the knee bent at ninety degrees, then moved it forward, and once it was done, she did the same with the right. This simply resulted in another crop hit to her ass. “No, sis,” Mac said, shaking his head. “Work horses, not show ponies. Now get!”
At the back of the queue, Twilight blinked with curiosity at her friend. It was like she and her brother did this sort of thing all the time. Looking at the others, the magically-gifted girl found them to be showing no signs of concern, and wondered if they all did this without her. Before she could nudge at Rarity, who was the closest to her, everyone else set off, heading towards the fields.
Twilight shrieked into her gag as Mac’s crop found her ass, and she understood. Taking a moment to get her breath, she too began walking, the bottom of her shoes clacking on the stone path; looking at the others in front of her, she saw metal horseshoes on the base, no doubt making the noise and possibly aiding grip in the fields themselves. After about ten minutes of walking, which were strenuous for her because after a few steps the vibrators buzzed to life, they entered the eastern field.
The farm hands that Sweet Apple Acres employed stopped and looked for a moment, seeing the ‘fillies’ arrive, and stopped what they were doing. Twilight was a little worried about what might happen next, given the things she’d read about when researching places like this, but it seems her fears meant nothing, as each of the other five were taken by one of the staff and led away.
“Princess? Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” came a voice she knew well, Caramel stepping into her narrowed sight line. He looked her over and smirked, reaching up to jingle one of the clamps, which made her whine in pain. “Oh yeah, you’re gonna make a good work filly.”
He took her leash and led her over to where he was working, and she discovered she was right about the horseshoes giving extra grip on the grass and dirt. He stood her in front of a tree, ensuring the arms of the cart were securely attached to rings on her waist harness. She couldn’t do much but watch as Caramel climbed a ladder and started picking apples once more, filling his basket before coming back and placing it on the cart.
“Mmpphh?” Twilight blurted out in surprise, for as soon as the weight was placed down, her vibrators buzzed harder. She instinctively went to close her legs, but the belt stopped her from doing so as much as she wanted. She had to suffer the torture, unable to even ask for mercy. She whined at Caramel as he took her leash once more and moved to another tree.
As she fully expected, the trembling machines inside of her doubled once a second full basked was placed on her cart, the woman scrunching her eyes shut as her body quivered. There was no let up, the man leading her from one tree to the next, until the cart had nine baskets on it. If it wasn’t for the rigid cart arms hooked to her waist harness, she would have collapsed under the forced pleasure.
“Alright, I’d say we’re about done for the day,” Caramel said, as he clipped something to the rings of her gag strap, one each pushing against her cheeks. To make matters worse, the man she was working with climbed into the cart’s empty seat, and her toys went to their strongest yet. “Back to the barn we go.”
Twilight felt a tug on the right side of her face, realising now that he had put reins on her, and he wanted her to turn. Panting away, she tried her best to focus, twisting her body and moving to her right, the weight attached to her more than she realised. Still, she’d agreed to this, and she wasn’t going to back down. One foot in front of the other, she slowly began to pull, eventually finding a comfortable pace.
They’d made it about halfway back before she couldn’t take it any more, Twilight taking a few deep breaths before her peak of pleasure hit her... but it never came. Instead, the toys stopped. Grunting in annoyance, she turned her head to glare at Caramel, who just shrugged.
“Sorry, Princess,” he said, watching as a cart went past pulled by Fluttershy, with just three baskets on. “But I don’t have any control over it. Now, let’s get going.” He gave a shake of the reins, indicating for her to move, which she did after watching her friend go by with a happy smile on her face.
It took nearly twice as long to get back to the barn as it did to leave, as the toys had one more trick it seemed. Strong vibrations, but every time she got close, they stopped, like they knew she was about to achieve an orgasm yet they’d withhold it from her. Once she entered, she looked around, curious at her friends’ bounties.
Pinkie, for some strange reason, had baskets of pears. Fluttershy just had her three. Rarity had one less than Twilight herself. But it was Applejack and Rainbow Dash that caught her eye, as each one counted the others’ cart. The farm girl stood with her head high a moment later, whilst Dash simply snorted and whinnied, then turned away.
So distracted by this was Twilight that she didn’t even notice she’d been unhitched from the cart until she saw Caramel in front of her holding her reins, taking her over to where some stalls were set up. He looped the end over a hook, stepped out, then closed the door behind him, leaving her there as her friends were placed the same.
“Well now, y’all did a good job today,” Mac said as he stepped over, reaching past one of the stalls to rub at Rarity’s hair, the woman giving a soft nicker in response. “Ah think you all deserve a reward... except you, sis.” He stepped in front of her stall and shook his head. “You knew we were working today, but you acted like we were still at the rodeo. You know what that means.”
He moved to the end of the row, next to Twilight, which allowed her to see him pick up a small box with an antenna on it. After a few turns of dials, he flicked a switch and she immediately knew what it was for. Her whole body tensed as the vibrations returned, even stronger than before, and it didn’t take long for her to bite and scream into her gag as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had took over her.
For several moments that seemed like centuries to her, she was in a pure state of bliss, unable to comprehend the world around her, so much so that when she returned to reality, she found herself on her knees, her head looking skyward as the reins pulled at her gag. A moment later she slumped as much as she could, unable to move not because of her restraints, but her exhaustion.
She was so weakened that she barely registered Mac removing the reins, head harness, and gag, her mouth remaining open as if she was still wearing it between her lips. Her focus soon returned, and she realised she was being talked to.
“...light? Princess?” Mac asked, giving her a shake. He went to call for help when he felt her shift in his arms. “...are you okay?”
“Y-yes,” she panted out, her chest heaving as she sat up. “That was... intense. Not just that, but the whole afternoon! H-help me stand, Mac.” Though he thought better of it, he did as she asked, and soon she was standing on wobbly legs, leaning over the door to look down at the other stalls. “A-are you girls okay?” Each one of them remained standing, bound, and gagged, and gave her a nod, though AJ was still looking rather perturbed. Turning the Mac, she smiled. “What’s next?”
The man before her blinked, then smirked as he rubbed at his jaw. “Are you sure you want to continue? You might not like what comes now. Rarity sure doesn’t.” He gestured for her to turn around, watching some of the farm hands come over and poured thick oatmeal into bowls attached to the side of each of the stalls, then removed the girl’s gags and head adornments.
“The only reason I dislike it,” Rarity stated in a haughty voice , is that I can’t do my makeup until I get home and I look like an utter mess!” It seemed she wasn’t bothered that much as she lowered her face down and ate the meal as daintily and cleanly as she could.
Twilight shook her head, then looked towards her own bowl, which had just been filled. A sudden growling from her stomach made her realise she’d been working all afternoon with barely a break, and hadn’t eaten since lunch time. With her cheeks slowly turning red, she stepped over and lowered her head, then took a bite; it was surprisingly good.
“Ah knew we’d make a good filly out of you,” Mac said, giving her butt a slap as he stepped out of the stall, the barn doors closing as the staff left to go eat like normal people. With the exception of the girls eating, the barn was silent, at least until the meal was finished.
“Sooo... “ began Twilight, only for Applejack to interrupt.
“Mah brother and I ‘ave been doing this for years, ever since we found some of pa’s special interest magazine in the loft.” she explained, flicking her hair so that her blonde ponytail was behind her. “One by one the girls found out, just like you, and curiosity took them over. Dash was the first, and has been doing this with me for... five years or so.”
“But... when I came over to visit,” Twilight said, only for Fluttershy to speak up.
“Um, I was their lookout,” she said in a whisper, scuffing at the floor with one of her ‘hooves’. “Whenever someone came along, I’d fly off and warn them. The reason they were always sweaty was from being in latex most of the day, not working hard.”
“Pinkie and I came across the three of them by accident,” Rarity continued, smiling. “We were out for a walk, and our path took us through the western field, where these three... fillies were relaxing. Soon enough, we joined in. That was just last year.”
“I can understand why you didn’t want to tell me,” Twilight said, looking at the floor. “But, if you had, I wouldn't have judged you for doing this. I’m your friend after all.” She smiled at her friends, and would usually share a group hug, but being restrained and kept separate from each other prevented that. “I had fun today, I really did.”
“It ain’t over yet, Twi,” AJ said, giving her a wink. “We’re fillies until sundown, and we got about three hours of light left. Oh, and when we set off, start with your left leg. Now, open wide.” Before Twilight could ask why, she watched as Mac stepped back in, over to his sister, and placed the ballgag back into her waiting mouth, buckling it up and then adding the rest of the gear.
Turning her head, Twilight saw Caramel smiling at her, a gesture which she returned before opening her mouth, standing perfectly still. Once they were all geared up, they were led outside and placed in a three by two formation, with Twilight and Pinkie Pie in the middle, and all hitched up to a large frame.
The farm workers came over and climbed into a large cart behind them, Twilight breathing a sigh of relief as her invaders didn’t come to life this time. Mac took the driver's seat as Caramel hooked them all up to the reins, and then climbed next to Mac.
With a flick of the reins, five of them stepped off as one, Twilight a millisecond behind, but she soon found the pace with the others, their ‘hooves’ making such a clamour anyone on the road knew they were coming before seeing them. Twilight started to blush heavily as they reached the outskirts of town,
People she knew turned and watched, glancing at her, but it was more a look of ‘oh there’s six now’ than anything more. A sudden yank on both sides of the girls’ cheeks, firm but not harmful, made them stop, all but Twilight letting out whinnies and braying. Caramel got down, Using a length of rope to tie Fluttershy’s and Rainbow’s collars, who were at the front, to a post with a ring through the top, and Twilight looked to her left to see they were at the town tavern.
She smiled, thinking they were about to be let free and allowed to relax, when she felt a nudge, turning to look at Pinkie, who only shook her head. The farmhands got down and started to go inside, leaving them alone. Twilight blinked, stamping her hoof on the stone ground, but all that earned was a smack from Mac’s crop.
“Calm down, filly, we’re only going for a drink. Y’all be alright out here,” he said, giving her another hit to enforce his point before disappearing inside.
From where she was forced to stand, Twilight could see town hall and the clock up on, wondering just how long it would be. Barely half an hour had gone by when another male voice, one she knew well, caused her eyes to shoot wide.
"Twily, what the Faust?' Shining Armor said, staring at his younger sister as she slowly turned her head to look at him, before quickly averting her gaze. Smirking, he stepped closer, getting a better look over his sister, and making her give a hiss of slight pain as he pulled on the nipple clamps. "Well, I can't see this as something you'd be forced into, which means... you want this?"
His answer came in the form of a snort from Twilight, whose cheeks had turned beet-red, and muffled giggling from her friends. Fighting down her embarrassment, she chose to instead embrace the situation, stamping the floor a couple of times and flicking her head with an angry sounding whinny.
Shining took a step back, holding his hands up. "Alright, alright, I'll leave you to your fun! I'll catch up with you later." He waited for a response, which came in the form of a single hoof stomp, then his sister stood perfectly still. Shaking his head, he turned and went into the bar.
For two hours the six girls waited, barely a nicker between them, and Twilight hoped the farm staff would be out soon, as her jaw was sore and she could barely feel her arms; it wasn't that she hadn't done long term bondage before, just not as tight as this.
She heard the door open and people stumble out, but none of the workers got back in the car. She frowned, then blinked in surprise a few minutes later as the reins were given a jiggle. She looked over her shoulder to see Big Mac alone on the cart, and the girls began walking in unison again, with Twilight in step from the start.
Given they now pulled much less weight, the journey back to the farm didn't take long, the cart entering the barn just as the last rays of sunlight disappeared. Once brought to a stop, Mac unhitched them one at a time and placed them in their stalls, then began to remove the gear.
Given he started at the opposite end, Twilight had to wait until her friends were free and stood around to watch as Mac slowly removed everything from her, and after a few minutes she was completely naked, laying on a nearly hay bale. "That was... intense," she managed to whisper out, giving it a moment before sitting up. "How often do you girls do this?"
The five looked between each other and shrugged, AJ speaking up. "Pretty much whenever we can. Like the other day, when you were in Canterlot. We spent the whole weekend as work ponies."
"A whole weekend," Twilight repeated to herself, looking at the latex on the floor, in the back of her mind missing the tight material against her skin. She remained silent as they all got dressed, but her eyes kept going to Mac as he gathered the equipment for cleaning. What Twilight didn't realise when she left the barn was that the collar was still around her neck, and it wasn't until she got home and was brushing her hair before getting into bed that she noticed. "Oh."
Reaching for the buckle, she found the lock still snugly in place, and with a roll of her eyes her horn began to glow, a similar aura around the silver heart shaped padlock... which didn't budge. "Strange, that's a twelfth level lockpicking spell."
Twilight saw herself as having two options, the first being to trek back to the farm and get the keys, but given how tired she was... so she settled with her second option, which was to leave it on as she climbed into her bed, honestly not bothered about the leather item on her... she actually felt rather comfortable, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
As Princess Luna floated through the ether of dreams, which had a strange blue glowing gaseous look, she searched for those who might be in need. There were a few nightmares here and there, but nothing that needed a demigoddess' intervention.
Eventually her drifting led her to Ponyville, where something was always going on, and she was surprised to see a bright purple aura cutting through the blue, coming from the windows of the town library. Thinking there might be something wrong, Luna entered the building. "Is everything okay?" She asked out loud, looking around for anyone.
She did indeed find someone, her haze falling upon her sister, clad in black latex, bound and gagged. "Sister!" Luna went to move over to her and free her, but was halted by a powerful force. "W-what is going on?"
"Perfect timing, Luna," came Twilight's voice from behind her.
Before Luna could attempt to turn and use her magic, a blocker ring was slid down her horn. Time seemed to be slowed down for her, and she could not resist as she was forcibly dressed in the same way as her sister, then bound and gagged. The woman couldn't help but let out a deeply pleasured moan as the shafts of the chastity belt entered her, filling her nicely.
After binding and gagging Luna, Twilight securely wrapped them in harnesses around their bodies and heads, placed clamps with bells on their nipples, finishing with boots that turned their feet into hooves. Lastly, thick leather collars were buckled and locked around their necks, Twilight forcing them to follow her outside with firm tugs of their leashes.
Luna tried to resist, but as she leant back the shafts penetrating her began to vibrate powerfully, causing her to go blank for a moment, which was enough for her to be taken through the door. Instead of Ponyville at night, the trio were in Canterlot during the day. Luna and Celestia blinked at the sudden brightness, not fighting as they were hooked up to a royal chariot.
With a loud crack of whip, which sliced across their asses and made them scream in pain, the two sisters set off, Twilight using the reins to guide them down the streets.
Luna tried to understand why Twilight was having such a dream, but every time she thought about it, the vibrations would get more powerful, which stopped her from walking and earned another crack from the whip.
After a complete tour of the city, they returned to the castle, where Twilight disembarked and one of the staff took the sisters into the stables, where they were placed in stalls amongst the real horses who pulled the carts, left alone in their current state as the doors closed.
All Luna had on her mind as she looked around was 'what the fuck?'
As day broke over Ponyville, Twilight awoke, not in time with the sun because of being an alicorn, but due to the fact she didn't close her curtains the night before. Sitting up with a stretch, she went to rub at her neck, gasping as she couldn’t feel her skin. “Oh, right,” she said to herself, remembering the day before. A glance at the calendar reminded her it was the weekend, so once she’d gone through her morning routine she put on jeans and a t-shirt, then went down to get her breakfast.
As she went down the stairs, she found she couldn’t smell any coffee yet, which was unusual as her ward was normally awake before her. Shrugging it off, she entered her kitchen and set about getting something to eat. As she did, Spike entered, his eyes half opened whilst he got his dark nectar. After the first sip, he looked at her, his eyes lingering on her neck. “You know what? I don’t want to fucking know.”
“Language, Spike,” Twilight chided, getting a grumble in response as the teenager sloped off back to his room. Shaking her head, Twilight finished her breakfast and placed her dishes in the sink, then headed to the door. “Spike! I’m going out for the morning!” she called, but got nothing back. With a roll of her eyes she stepped out into town, making her way past the houses where others still slept; about the only thing with lights on was Sugarcube Corner but it was not open just yet.
Twilight was enjoying her morning walk in peace, having made it halfway to her destination, when a shadow zoomed over her a few times. Sighing, she kept going, giving it a couple of minutes before conjuring an umbrella with her magic, putting it above her head just as a downpour of rain hit her.
“Damn, too quick for me!” Dash said from above, the pegasi girl dropping to the ground and fluttering her wings. She gave her friend a smirk, which only grew wider. “Sooo, Twi? How long do you plan on keeping the collar?”
“Until I get to Sweet Apple Acres, where I’ll ask for it to be taken off,” she replied, folding the umbrella down and sending it away in a purple flash. “You’re welcome to join me.” The two of them set off, Twilight telling Dash about her strange dream, which only made Dash’s amusement grow more.
It didn’t take long for them to reach the farm, where Twilight went to start towards the house, but Dash grabbed her arm. “Nope. Not on a Saturday.” Before she could ask, Twilight was dragged by Dash to one of the other barns, the windows open.
“Lift the knee!” CRACK
That was Mac’s voice. Climbing on to one of the bales outside, Twilight and Dash looked in, the former with a gasp and the latter with a giggle. Inside the barn was a large ring, and Mac stood in the centre, whip in one hand and reins in the other. On the opposite end of the reins was Applejack, who was dressed much the same as the day before, but instead of black, it was a muted orange colour of latex. Her harnesses were different too, more showy, and there were more bells jingling on her gear.
She slowly lifted her right leg until her knee bent down at ninety degrees, then dropped it a stride in front of her, stepping forward. As she did so, she brought her left leg up the same way, and slowly walked in a circle around her brother like that.
“Good filly,” Mac said, cracking the whip to the side. “Now count, five on right, five on left.”
Applejack immediately did as instructed, stomping her right ‘hoof’ five times and following it with her left.
“Bow.”
The farm girl lifted her right leg like before, but instead of stepping when she dropped it forward, bent her left leg and bent over at the waist, going as far as to be parallel to the ground, where she held it for several seconds before standing up.
“Alight, Ah think we’re ready for tomorrow,” Mac said as he went over and detached the reins. “Go on, get. Ah gotta prepare.” He gave Applejack’s ass a firm spank, and she nickered, before bowing once more and turning from her brother and walking away, still practicing herself.
As she left the barn, she turned to see Dash and Twilight watching her, giving them a smile around her gag before walking off. Dash simply smirked at Twilight before flying after Applejack, no doubt to torment her, whilst Twilight climbed down and entered the barn. “Big Mac?” she asked quietly.
“Howdy, Princess,” came his deep voice from the other side of the barn, where he was packing a few crates. He stopped his task and walked over, though paused when he got closer. “Ah,” was all he said as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. “Was wonderin’ how long it’d take ya to come back.”
Twilight nodded and turned around, lifting her hair out of the way so Mac could see the lock. “What were you doing with AJ then?”
Mac paused again, this time with the lock in one hand and the key almost inserted. Instead of unlocking the collar, he pocketed the key again, this time with a chuckle. “Me and AJ are taking part in a rodeo tomorrow, and she’s mah show-filly. It’s why her ‘training’ was different to what y’all did yesterday. Why? You interested?”
Twilight opened her mouth to deny such, but closed it without a sound. She stood there for a few minutes. She couldn’t deny that whilst very, very strenuous, she did enjoy the previous day’s hard work. She nodded slowly and barely whispered a ‘yes’, but it was loud enough for Mac to hear.
“Alright then, filly, get to ya stall,” he instructed, cracking his jaw as he watched the woman do as told, and as soon as she entered she began to strip.
All of the clothing and equipment that adorned her the day before was present and cleaned, the latex, having had a fresh coating of shiner liquid, glistened in the sunlight coming through the window. Nodding to herself, Twilight began to get dressed.
She put everything but the armbinder and nipple clamps on, her body somewhat looking forward to the dual invaders of the chastity belt, so much so that she almost had a climax just inserting them. Once she was ready, she put her hands behind her back, giving a small moan through her gag when she felt the leather wrap around her arms and then get tightly laced up.
Big Mac then went around her as he attached the bell clamps along with half a dozen other bells to the harness, including a couple on each ankle cuff. He then clipped reins to the rings of her gag, keeping them firmly in his hand as he opened the stall door and began to walk out.
Twilight waited until all the slack was gone and her head was moved by the reins before stomping after Mac, giving the occasional pull back on the reins for some token resistance, only for her to be tugged on harder. It wasn't that she was being difficult, more that she had the idea enter her mind that if this were to be some form of training, she was going to act like she really needed it.
Instead of the ring inside, Mac took her out of the barn and around the back, where another ring was located, this one with a pole sticking up in the middle. A horizontal bar stretched out to either side with chains hanging down on each end.
Twilight wasn't entirely sure what it was for, at least until Mac stood her under one end and locked the chains to various rings on her harness, keeping her stood up. She was forced to stand there alone when he disappeared, but it wasn't long until she returned with Applejack in tow, Dash nowhere to be seen, and he clipped his sister on the other end.
"Alright, time to practice yer show skills, Princess," Mac said, unclipping the reins. "Applejack will pace ya, and show ya how to walk. Ah gotta get some work done."
Twilight watched Mac walk away, but her mind was suddenly snapped back to her own task as Applejack took a step forward, lifting her left leg much like she did in the barn, and pulled Twilight along. The alicorn lifted her own leg, but not as far, before matching the step. Nodding, Applejack began to walk, at a somewhat slow pace, with a step every thirty seconds or so, and after five minutes plus two complete rotations, Twilight finally found the rhythm.
She now focused on how she stepped, lifting her legs the same way as her friend, and soon they were matching stomp for stomp. They kept going, Twilight's mind stopped counting how many circles she made as it slipped into subspace, a place she'd only been a few times. She heard a nicker from Applejack, and without thinking replied with a whinny, giving an extra stomp of her hoof as they continued.
It wasn't until Mac’s return that Applejack stopped, Twilight not ready for it and trying to take another step, stumbling as she remained where she stood. She turned to see what was going on, only to find herself unlocked from the rig and pulled by the reins once more, being taken to the barn with her friend
Mac put the women into the ring, grabbing a crop from the rack to the side, before letting the reins go. He moved to stand in front of him, the implement of painful encouragement tapping lightly against his leg. "Alright, watch her carefully, Princess. AJ, bow."
As before, Applejack lifted her left leg to ninety degrees and stepped it forward, but instead of moving, bent at the hips as she bent her right knee, leaning down so she was parallel to the ground.
"Now you, Princess."
Twilight followed her friend's actions, arriving next to her. She shrieked as she felt the crop smack her ass, hard, wondering what she had done wrong.
"Need to bend more," Mac said, giving her another smack to the ass, watching as Twilight did as instructed, but it still wasn't far enough, so he hit her two more times, her pale skinned butt already starting to turn red.
Twilight's teeth gritted against gag as she forced herself to bend over more, despite even more cropping, the reason she didn't want to was that it shifted the shafts inside of her over her most sensitive spots. The pain from the cropping soon won, and she matched Applejack’s position perfectly.
"Alright, stand," Mac instructed, Applejack doing just that, lifting her straight leg again with a bend, then placing it down with a stomp. "You too, Princess."
Twilight blinked at Mac, wondering why he kept using her title instead of her name, but still went through the motions her fellow 'filly' did, standing perfectly still.
"Alright, Ah think that's enough for today," Mac said, going to untie Twilight, but she stepped back and shook her head, looking up at her horn. "...ya just want the ring off?"
Twilight whinnied, and a moment later felt her magical powers return, sighing happily. She moved over to her stall and used her abilities to pack some of the equipment cleaning gear away, before walking back over to Mac and patting his pocket.
Mac smirked at first, tempted to not do as she asked, but he clipped the keyring housing the key to remove her collar to the chain of her clamps, adding more weight and strain to her nipples.
Twilight smiled around her gag and nodded, turning to wave farewell to her friend, though it was more an arm wiggle given her bondage, the gesture being returned, and the alicorn left the barn, heading home.
"Alright", Mac began as he wheeled out a single person cart which only had two wheels. He clipped Applejack’s harness to the arms, attached reins to her gag, then sat in the seat, guiding her towards the door. "...time for racing practice."
For the past two weeks, Twilight had been visiting Sweet Apple Acres, heading there at sunrise and ready to work until sundown. On the weekends she practiced the show routine with Applejack and had gotten better, but 'not quite rodeo ready' as Mac had put it.
Her morning routine had changed now, and if there wasn't anything she needed to do, then on went her clothing and pony tack, except the anti magic ring, as she let Mac put that on when she got to the farm, and off she went.
She'd discovered why Mac called her 'Princess' upon a closer inspection of the stalls she discovered name boards above each one, which was met with a roll of her eyes. Twilight had also, with Mac’s approval, tweaked the chastity belts a little. They now had runes etched into them, which would magically remove any bodily waste, so they could wear them as long as they wanted for now. Twilight herself had been in hers for a week, whilst Mac left AJ locked in hers permanently.
That day was different, and she had just reached the farm as the sun went down, already dressed and geared up, and she found Mac waiting for her, along with the other five girls. Each wore new latex outfits, exactly the same style but in different colours, with Twilight’s being a shiny purple; Rarity had done a great job making each one. The others were already hitched to the biggest wagon, and Twilight quickly took her place, standing still as Mac hooked her up.
Once he climbed into the seat and gave the reins a flick, the six ‘ponies’ stepped off as one, each and every step in perfect unison; to anyone that didn’t know what was going on, they’d be forgiven for thinking it was soldiers marching along. Their route took them through town, where Mac had them pause so he could offload some apples into Sugarcube Corner, before continuing on.
Eventually they reached the train station, where some of the loaders took the rest of the goods and put them in a transport container. Mac meanwhile unhitched the girls, clipping individual reins to each of them, then walking away with them all firmly in his hand. The girls were forced to follow, being led into a ‘livestock’ carriage, where a series of horse stalls were set up, but really small, just big enough for them to stand up in.
And stand they would, though bent over at the hips, as Mac pulled up Twilight’s arms high behind her, slipping the ring in the end of her armbinder over a waiting hook; this also made her clamps dig in much more. He closed the door in front of her and latched it shut, then he moved onto the others. Once done, he gave them a nod and left, sliding the door shut, the only light coming through small gaps in the carriage.
Twilight’s teeth dug into her gag from the strenuous position, drool already forming on her lower lip. There wasn’t anything she could do for herself or her friends, as Mac may have been the one to take the anti magic ring off her horn each evening, but she put it on in the mornings after getting geared up. It wasn’t too bad after a few moments, but then the train jolted forward, causing her to suddenly shift. The drool on her lips was pushed out when she moaned, for her stumble the sudden movement of the carriage caused the shafts inside of her to slide over some sensitive spots. Of course, she tried to return to her more ‘comfortable’ position, but that just got her even more aroused, and despite trying to ignore it, she started moaning happily around her gag. She blinked when she heard the same from the stalls around her, knowing that her friends were ‘suffering’ the same.
...she just couldn’t remember if she’d turned off the no climax enchantments that morning, and if she hadn’t, it was going to be a loooong ride.
Fourteen hours. For fourteen hours Twilight had been bound, gagged, and forced to endure a torturous pleasure, but at least she wasn’t standing now. About two hours in, Mac had come along and took them all down, instead sitting them on stools, and they weren’t able to get up as the armbinders and collars were chained to rings set in the floor. Twilight could handle that, though.
But the train had stopped moving, and the highly aroused alicorn needed help to stand, as did her friends, and soon they all stood hitched to the wagon again, if a little wobbly. A yank of the reins and they set off, sloppily at first but it didn’t take long for them to match steps, making the ride much smoother for Mac.
It took Twilight a few moments to realise they were all the way in Trottingham, the border city between Equestria and Germaneigh, and he was leading them on a route to deliver to various bakeries. Twilight tried to slow down when she noticed the group heading for one of the border control stations, but couldn’t fight against the other five girls.
They did slow and stop just before the barrier, however, and one of the crossing guards came out, looking them over with a raised eyebrow, but his eyes went wide when he saw Twilight. The man started to bow, but she stomped a boot and shook her head, as this was most definitely not a state visit. Blinking, the guard moved over to Mac.
“Good day, sir,” he said. He spoke Equestrian, but with a Germanieghic accent. “Where are you heading today?”
“Couple of deliveries, bakeries wanting mah goods,” Mac said, reaching for and passing over a folder. He waited patiently whilst his export-import documents were checked, then passed back to him, watching as the guard waved and the barrier was lifted. “Thank ya kindly,” Mac said, giving a flick of the reins and getting the girls moving again.
As the barrier lowered, the guard whistled and looked to his companion, speaking his native tongue. “If he can get Princess Sparkle, who else can he get?”
Twilight blushed heavily as those on the Germaneigh side recognised her, a few taking photos of the group, but she had nowhere to go other than where Mac directed them. The cart became easier to pull as they made the deliveries, and after a couple of hours returned to the same crossing, allowed past without stopping. Twilight thought they might head back to the train station, but instead they turned the other way.
They ended up on the outskirts of the town, approaching an extremely large tent, Mac guiding them around the back of it, and once there Twilight’s went wide, for she saw what they were really there for. Dozens upon dozens of people, over half of which were dressed in some sort of pony-play related equipment and restrained in some way.
Mac suddenly stopped them outside a medium sized tent, unhitching each of the girls and taking them inside one by one. Twilight was last, blinking in surprise when she saw how well it was furnished. She was distracted by this so much that she didn’t even register at first when her arms limply dropped to her sides, only realising she had been released from her bondage when she reached up to rub her jaw after her gag was removed.
It suddenly clicked for her, and she was quickly out of the restraints and took off the nipple clamps, though stayed in the outfit as she worked with Mac to release the others, all of them making noises of relief, and once they were all free, they flopped onto a large pile of soft blankets.
“So, Twi,” Applejack started, sitting up so she could start taking off her boots. “How ya finding being one of mah brother’s ponies?” The farm girl didn’t stop there, continuing to strip until all that was left was the collar and chastity belt, taking her hat from Mac and slipping it on her head. “Well?”
“At first, I thought maybe I was doing the wrong thing,” Twilight replied, copying her friends as the others stripped too. “But then, after the second day, when you showed me the rodeo stuff, I found I was really enjoying it. Acting like a pony, giving my freedom away... it was liberating!”
“Good,” Mac interjected, sitting himself down in a camping chair, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He took a slow sip, looking the girls over. “Ah don’t want anyone to think Ah pressured you into this, an Ah don’t want to bring some sorta’ scandal your way, Princess.”
“Screw them,” Twi said, crossing her arms. “Luna often frequents nightclubs in search of a partner for the night, male or female, and don’t even get me started on Celestia!” She didn’t say much more than that, as she wasn’t ready to spread any of her fellow princesses' secrets. “Actually, Mac, you don’t have to keep using my title, you know? You can call me Twilight.”
“It’s your pony name, duh,” Dash interjected, stretching her wings out with a happy sigh. “We’ve all got one from him! For example, Fluttershy is Quiet, cos she makes nary a whisper. Me? I’m Season, on account of my Weather Factory work.”
Twilight just mouthed ‘oh’ and looked around her friends. It was then she noticed the golden heart shaped tags hanging from the rings on their collars. She leaned over to Rarity, who was the closest, and lifted the tag up, seeing ‘Pale Beauty’ etched into it,, clearly her pony name, and she felt around her own collar, finding a tag there too. “Well... I can’t say I don’t like this idea. But... doesn’t this mean we belong to you?” She faced Mac, wondering what his answer would be.
“Iffin yer mean anything sexual, no,” he flatly stated, taking another sip of his drink. “Ah know the belts can make ya kinda... needy, but as much as y’all pretty girls, Ah’m sorry, but none o’ ya do it for me.” He finished his drink. “As to belongin’ to me, that’s only for this pony play stuff. Yer free to do what you want to do, collar or no.”
“...first I think I’m gonna get a shower. All that time wearing and working in the latex made me very sweaty.”
“Showers are in the back, Twi, I’ll show you,” Dash said, waiting for her friend to stand and leading her to the back of the tent.
Mac just looked at the four remaining and shrugged. “What? Yer just ponies to pull my carts to me.”
Twilight wandered around the camp, now wearing jeans, flannel shirt, and boots, along with the collar on her neck. ‘Just in case someone sees ya and thinks yer fair game to snatch for their own herd’ Mac had warned her, telling her how a few years back a couple of guys grabbed a woman there and put her in the pony gear as a contestant. Turns out she was one of the judges, and not only were the men banned for life, they also did some jail time. A new rule was put in place, if a woman isn't wearing a collar, they are not a pony, and those with a collar were already someone’s pony.
Or man, for that matter. Twilight had seen half a dozen guys dressed much like she had been, though their chastity devices were much more obvious, given the various materials used to lock their cocks away; at least the ones who’s crotches were bare, some were covered. She took time to chat to others, finding out some had come from as far as Elksberg, a city in the country of Cervidas, across the vast Eternity’s Crossing ocean, for this event.
It seemed that she had a well known ‘owner’, as quite a few people looked shocked that Big Macintosh Apple, a simple farmer from Ponyville, had managed to add royalty to his herd, and she wasn’t surprised at all to find out that Applejack had won or came second in nearly all competitions. It was a bit of a shock to find out she’d been doing it for ten years already.
As she rounded a corner, her eyes landed on one of the most lavish tents she’d even seen, marked with three crowns. “I don’t believe it!” she said to herself, walking over. She reached to knock, only to find the flap already open. “H-hello?”
“Ah, Princess Sparkle! I wondered when you’d make your way over!” came a well spoken male voice from inside. Hearing the inviting tone, she stepped in, finding herself looking at Fancy Pants as he reclined in a plush chair. “I saw you when you arrived. You looked good!”
“T-thanks,” Twilight managed to squeak out as she felt her cheeks begin to flush. She followed his hand, sitting in the chair opposite him. "I must say, I was surprised to see you here. Didn't think this would be... you."
"The same, my dear," Fancy said with a laugh, clapping his hands. "Tea for our guest!" Noise came from behind him, clearly someone else in the kitchenette area. "To be honest, the rodeo portion of it, whilst impressive, is not for me. I am here for the show-ring."
Once more Twilight's eyes went wide as Fancy's wife appeared. The woman was already tall, but with the very high heels strapped and locked to her ankles, she could easily look Celestia in the eye! That was what caught Twilight's gaze first, and she slowly looked up.
White stockings, suspenders, a black dress with white trim and an apron... Fleur de Lis, one of the most well known people in the fashion world, was wearing a skimpy maid outfit. "Welcome, Princess Sparkle," she said as she set a tray down on the table between them, pouring the drinks, whilst Twilight stared at the silver ring around her neck, a small one on the front for clipping things to. "It's an 'eternity collar'. Even if I wanted to take it off, it is physically impossible. The securing mechanism is internal."
"O-oh," Twilight said, shaking her head clear. So, Fancy, you said you were here for the show-ring? Is that with Fleur?"
"Oh mercy me, no!" Fancy chuckled, patting the side of his chair. Fleur went and knelt by him, leaning into his hand as he gently stroked her pink hair. "Fleur here isn't into pony play, at least not for being one herself. Come by tomorrow night, in the main ring, and you can watch her work with my two showponies."
"I shall do just that," Twilight said as she took a sip of tea, sighing. Fancy always had the highest quality right out of Neighpon, then ran her hand over her collar. "At least, if my owner allows me to go."
"Big Mac? I can't see why he wouldn't, your name isn't on any listings." The man grabbed a flyer and looked it over. "As I thought, you're not in for any events."
"May I see that? Mac might have used my 'pony' name." Twilight took the flyer when it was passed over, reading all the names and not seeing either of hers. "Oh good. I don't think I'd be able to perform my first time here! Who are you ponies?"
"Three Stars and Twin Moons," he said, pointing to the 'dance competition'. "They also compete in races, and," he gestured behind him, towards a cabinet to the side filled with a mix of silver and gold trophies, "often win."
"Okay, I'm impressed! You must have been training them for years." Twilight finished her drink, then glanced at the clock. "Thank you for the tea, but Mac’s been working us hard, and I think I'm going to attempt a good night's sleep."
"Of course, have a good evening, Princess."
Twilight left the tent, the names of Fancy's ponies stuck in her head for some reason as she returned to her own, slipping in to find most of the girls had already gone to sleep, all but one. "Applejack?"
"Huh?" the farm girl turned around, then smiled. "Howdy, Twi. Enjoy yer little wander?"
"Yes. I bumped into Fancy Pants!"
Applejack’s face fell flat when she heard that name. "Smarmy git, that man is. Keeps tryin' to 'buy' me from Mac, cos I always trounce his filly at the mare show, even if she's a thoroughbred."
"Well... he's a family friend. He likes to have the best of the best, so if he tries to buy you, isn't that, in a way, him recognizing how good you are?"
"Yeah... yeah, Ah guess. Best get to sleep, Twi. Got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." She watched Twilight go, closing the partition for privacy, and she shook her head. "Ah guess he didn't tell her who his ponies are..."
Twilight gave Applejack a really big hug, the bound woman grunting and stomping her hoof. She had a gold rosary clipped to her harness, first place in the starting event; agility.
Second place had gone to Twin Moons, Fancy's stallion, and something about him seemed eerily familiar.
"Alright, alright, give the filly some time t' rest," Mac said as he came over, helping Applejack sit down on a bench. "It's time for the dancing round, which is a couples event. Ah ain't got no stallions, so..."
A dozen couples performed their routine, but it was the last that Twilight was waiting for, looking down into the ring, watching as Fleur appeared, wearing fancy riding gear and looking all the part of a posh pony owner. Fancy's ponies were with her, standing stock still, about ten meters to her left and right. Fleur raised her hand, which held a crop, and as she did music began to play.
Twilight immediately recognised it, Bolero, from the video of her parent's wedding, and she couldn’t help but bob along to it; weddings for nobility were often over the top. The ponies began to dance, at first in a clockwise direction, their movements the same at the exact same time, with a spin here and there.
From above, Twilight could see they were making their way towards the middle, their pace increasing with the music. As it reached its coda, Fleur stepped back a pace and the two ponies finally met. The mare bent backwards, lifting one leg into the air, an almost impossible position, even more so with a corset, whilst the stallion leaned over her, and if his arm was free would likely be pointed to the tent ceiling.
Twilight's happy expression suddenly dropped as realisation set in, only enforced when Fleur and the two ponies bowed to the thunderous applause and she saw their eyes; there was no mistaking them.
Lord and Lady, husband and wife... mother and father. Princess Twilight Sparkle's mother and father. They had just won a dancing event dressed as ponies at a fetish rodeo... and they had done so, Twilight now knowing why the dance was so familiar, with the same one they'd first done as husband and wife.
Twilight said nothing as she turned and walked away, heading for the stairs. Applejack saw this and got up, chasing after her. She managed to catch up and get in front of her friend, shaking her head.
"Applejack. Move." It wasn't a request, it was a demand, not something Twilight did often, but her friend stayed in place. "Applejack, I won-"
She was cut off by an angry whinny and stomping from Applejack, who looked at a clock near them. She stomped again, one heavy and five light. Fifteen.
"Okay... Fifteen minutes, then no stopping me." The two returned to their section, just in time to see Pinkie enter the ring, her reins held by... "Is that Cheese Sandwich?" After a couple of minutes watching Twilight realised this was a comedy act, as Pinkie often ignored commands, fell over half a dozen times, and was clowning around in general.
That seemed to eat the time up, and just as Twilight turned to leave she saw Mac taking Applejack with him. Her friend had gotten changed, now wearing a set of latex that was reminiscent of the dress she wore when trying to get rid of Trenderhoof way back. She’d even let someone put a classy amount of makeup on her, and her hair had been put into curls, with a fluffy red feather attached to the top of her head harness.
Curious to see where this was going, Twilight sat back down, and after a few minutes saw Mac enter the show ring with Applejack in tow. Several other owners and ponies stepped out too, including Fancy Pants with Twilight Velvet, even more visible now in tights and what looked like a latex leotard; she was still bound and gagged just like the others.
Several well dressed people approached each owner and mare, looking them over and even giving a grope here and there. The last two in line were Twilight's mother and friend, both standing proudly, as if they had something to prove. The inspecting group moved away and deliberated for a few minutes before all but one of them left. The woman who remained held up three fingers and pointed to one of the entrants at the far end, who was taken by her owner to a pedestal and made to stand on a platform with the number three on the front.
The woman then held up two fingers, Twilight gripping the edge of her seat as she watched closely, her mother being selected for second place and joining the other. It then came as no surprise that when first place was selected, Applejack was the one to move, slowly walking over the same way Twilight had been training for the show ring, with her legs held high each step.
Twilight thought for a moment about how she'd confront her parents about this, at first settling on a conversation, but as she watched Applejack bend forward to receive the first place medal, she got another idea. "Girls," she said, getting her friends' attention. "I need your help."
In the tent marked with Fancy Pants' family crest, there was muffled mumbling accompanied with hard thuds on the floor. Twilight Velvet paced up and down, the second place medal now placed in a cabinet with dozens of other silver awards. She glanced at it as she passed, huffed, then turned away and continued stomping around.
Night Light just sighed, standing there and watching his wife blow off steam from a second place again. He had to admit, watching her like this was something of a turn on... not that he could do much, as both were still in all of their gear.
"I don't see an issue," Fancy said, as he grabbed Velvet's reins and forced her to stop moving. He ignored her glare as he moved her into the stalls, then started to unlace her armbinder. "You may have come second again, but third place was a new filly, and half of the other ponies have not competed before. To still win second place amongst all the new talent should showcase how good you are, my dear."
"Fancy, sir," Fleur said as she appeared, giving him a courtesy. "We have a visitor."
"I'll be right back," Fancy said as he retied the laces. He had an idea of who had come along, and though this action was the best course. "Hello again, my dear!"
Night and Velvet glanced at each other, especially when they heard Fancy say 'in the back', so they turned towards the door. A moment later their eyes went wide in shock.
Twilight Sparkle appeared wearing her show-pony gear, which was light purple latex almost the same as her workhorse clothing, but had a pleated skirt attached to the bottom of her corset, which just covered her crotch; when she walked, it lifted and revealed the chastity belt. The princess stepped close to her parents, slowly looking between them, before giving a twirl and striking a few poses.
The couple were confused for a moment, wondering first of all how long their daughter had been doing this, and secondly exactly what she was doing now. Night Light figured it out from the glance she gave them after, as what child wouldn't want approval from their parents, even if they were royalty?
Stepping out from his booth, Night walked around her, snorting in amusement when he saw the tag on her collar, before stopping in front of her and nodding, his daughter pressing their chests together and rubbing her cheek against his; it's not like they could cuddle right now.
Night nodded towards Fancy, who came over and removed his gag as well as Twilight's, letting them hang around their necks, but he left Velvet's in. Taking a deep breath working his jaw, Night spoke to his daughter. "So... how long?"
"Just over two weeks," Twilight replied, as she sat down on one of the three chairs Fancy brought over, her parents doing the same. "What about you and mom?"
"Oh, about... let's see, you're twenty six this year," Night paused as he worked out the dates in his head. "...forty two years."
"Forty... two," Twilight repeated, her eyes drifting over to her mother, who simply nodded in agreement. "That is a long time..."
"Yes, it is. But it's always been a family past time," he explained, smiling as he began to recount the story. "It started with your... well, lots of 'greats' involved, grandparents on your mother's side." He nodded at Fancy and Velvet's gag was finally removed.
"Yes, it was the first Lord and Lady Twilight. They'd been out riding one day, with a new mare that was uppity, and she simply made a quip about him being good at breaking uppity fillies like he'd done with her."
"So, when they got back, he got her to get measured at a seamstress for a new dress," her father continued. "He also got a second set of measurements which he took to a leatherworker. Paid for a harness to be made."
"At the time it was quite the scandal, I'm sure you can imagine, but once all the hullabaloo died down, others began to grow an interest," Velvet glanced at her husband before dropping a big truth bomb on her daughter. "Our family made its fortune in equine dealings... but only half were creatures. The other half were people." Seeing her daughter's shocked face, she quickly added, "Willing people. Even back then, when slavery was legal, our family would not train a person to be a pony if they were not willing."
"Oh... that is... something," Twilight whispered as she let it all sink in. Silence remained amongst the three of them until Twilight remembered the encounter outside the tavern her first night. "Shining Armour, does he know?"
"Yes," he father flatly stated, shrugging. "He discovered us one night practicing. He was supposed to be away for a football game, but the weather was so bad they almost didn't make it back up the mountain to Canterlot. He was... thirteen at the time."
"And... does he do this?"
Velvet let out a giggle and shook her head. "Oh my, no. He doesn't dress up and prance around!" She watched her daughter's expression soften before once again tipping her perception on its head. "It's Cadance who is the pony, Shining is her owner. In fact, here they are now."
Twilight turned to find her brother smirking at her, wearing pony riding gear. In one hand he held reins, and her gaze followed it back to the harness around Cadance's head. Unlike ninety percent of the ponies there, she wasn’t wearing latex but a bright pink and sparkly bodice one would expect to see at a Las Pegasus burlesque dance, white tights, and pink hoofboots; all of her restraints were white as well.
"Hey, sis," Shining said as he stepped closer, ruffling her hair. That was it, he said nothing else as he got himself a drink.
Twilight went to stand and greet her sister in law the usual way, but wasn't sure how they'd do it whilst bound. Before she could give it an attempt, a clock began to chime, signalling it's just past eight o'clock in the evening. "Oh no, I have to go! I'll catch up with you all soon, I promise!"
Her family said their goodbyes and she left the tent, returning to hers just as the last crate was loaded onto the cart, and she slipped into her space amongst the other girls. "Sorry I'm late!"
"Yer not," Mac said, as he put her gag back in and buckled it up. "Yer just in time." The man took his position upon the seat and flicked the reins, the group moving off. Arriving at the train station, they were once more placed into the stalls of the livestock carriage, but this time allowed to sit from the start, and to talk as the gags were taken out.
"So Twi," Dash called out as the train began rolling on its journey. "Find out some interesting stuff at your first rodeo?"
"Yes. Yes, I did," Twilight replied, and began to recount the story of her family's history.
It had been two years since Twilight went to her first rodeo, and she had attended many others in that time, even competing in a few events and actually winning some. Whenever she wasn’t at one or performing her royal duties, she could be found, during the day at least, toiling in the fields at Sweet Apple Acres, along with a dozen other ponies.
She'd managed to broker a peace between her friend and mother, though it turned out to be more a friendly rivalry than anything else, and the farm had gone into business with her family, which still ran the human to pony training stables. Of course, once word got out that a princess was doing it, interest grew, and there were hundreds of applications to be trained a year.
Pausing, Twilight took a moment to wipe her brow on the towel her work partner held aloft, smiling at Caramel around her gag. She waited for him to climb into the seat of the fully laden cart and snap the reins before heading to the barn.
Twilight would have the next three days off to rest, as that coming weekend she was down for a pony race, competing against a few of the Wonderbolts themselves. Last year she almost got second place.
This year she was determined to win.