Applejack was awoken by a loud bringing to the right of her. She waved her hoof madly at the alarming sound; hitting the alarm clock over and over until the annoying sequence of shrills stopped, leaving only echoes in her mind. She uncovered her sheets and sat straight up. The orange land pony stared wearily into oblivion. After only a minute of silence, she shook her head and started out of her room. She walked as quiet as she could down the hallway, hoping the noisy clanks of her hooves wouldn't waken any of her family. She wouldn't want to be caught trottin' around at three in the morning with no purpose. The moment the anxious pony was out the front door, her pace quickened into a gallant trot. She almost ran until she reached the big, red barn of Sweet Apple Acres.
Inside the barn, the atmosphere was cold and dark. Not even a cat (whom posses sensational eyesight) could make its way through the darkness of the barn. Blindly, Applejack waved her hoof to the left, trying to find a lantern she'd left there earlier that day. She clanked on many metal odd and ends, but couldn't seem to land right on it. She tapped here and there, but only found screws and bolts.
"Where in the hay is it?" She muttered angrily to herself in her thick, county accent.
Just to be sure, the orange mare felt to the right of her, and instantly found the lantern. She couldn't believe her instincts had let her down like that. Oh, well. She lit the light and held it to illuminate the area around her. She held the glowing item in her teeth and started off towards one of the nearby stables. The layers of hay and grass in the stable made her walk awkwardly. She tripped and stumbled over her hooves, but managed to keep herself on her hooves. The lantern dimly illuminated only a couple feet in front of the pony, and as she got closer to the back of the stable, it began to reveal what she'd come there for.
In the far right corner of the stable, there was a little, pink pony tied down. She was shaking and whining, but the high-pitched cries were muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. Her long, pink (and once curly hair) had gone flat like soda. Applejack flashed her an eerie, mischievous grin. Pinkie Pie looked up at the orange pony. She was both terrified and obfuscated by the actions of who she thoughtwas her friend.
Just earlier that evening, Applejack had invited Pinkie Pie to help repaint the inside of her barn. Because of Pinkie's determination to help anypony who needed help, she accepted the invite. When she entered the barn, the atmosphere had seemed manic enough for painting. There were ladders set up on the sides of the barn and a few large paint cans set in the center of the barn. The only thing missing was Applejack. Pinkie gallantly got to work, unbeknownst of the fait which would reside in the near future.
She took out the thick paint brush and lathered the walls with a new shade of light-brown. Although she had the thought of Applejack's absence being odd, she didn't search for her or take it that seriously. She simply assumed she was late.
After Pinkie Pie had been working for a whole minute, and was then off-guard humming a little tune to herself, Applejack quietly approached the pink mare with all her stealth. Oblivious, the pink mare continued to paint and hum. Droplets of sweat began to form on Applejack's forehead as she got closer and closer to Pinkie Pie. She wouldn't want alarm her. She had to be invisible if this were to work out. Luckily for her, the hay silenced the clanking of her hooves. Quickly and quietly, Applejack threw her arm around Pinkie Pie, covering the pink pony's mouth with her hoof. At first, she didn't respond due to her trusting her friend, and thinking she was just being goofy.
"Oh, they, Thappleack." She spoke in muffles under the pony's hoof. Her clear, wet slobber dripped all down Applejack's hoof.
Applejack silenced the pink mare with an aggressive, "Shhhh!"
In confusion, Pinkie Pie silenced herself. Applejack smiled as her dastardly thoughts filled her mind. She dragged the pink pony to the other side of the barn. Surprisingly, Pinkie didn't struggle. She was more confused than anything, and had no expectation that her own friend would hurt her in any way. Applejack lead the pony into one of the stables closest to the barn door, knowing she wouldn't want to travel that far later that night. She pushed her down into the pile of hay, hard, leaving a hoof print on her back. She cried out from the unexpected pain. The orange pony then stepped on Pinkie's back, and held her arms back, restraining her from any movement. Her struggles and squirms encouraged Applejack to push harder on her back. She cried out from the exhilarating, but bad pain.
"Oh shush up!" Applejack demanded. "Strugglin' ain't gonna getcha nowhere!"
Pinkie's body struggled more, but her heart had already given in. Applejack reached to her right, picking up some rope she had stored in the compartment that had been built into the stable. She slid it in front of Pinkie Pie to her chest, then pulled. She tied the rope Pinkie's arms and stomach, making movement near impossible. Using the second conveniently placed rope, she tied Pinkie Pie's legs together, which turned out to be much easier. She tied them tight, so she could neither walk nor kick.
Lastly, Applejack dug deep into the compartment, pulling out a ball gag. It was around 15 inches long, and had a large, black ball in the center. She placed the ball in her mouth and yanked furiously back and tied it at the back of her head. The ball was so far back in Pinkie's mouth, she felt like gagging.
"I'll be back for you later tonight." She said, and left the barn. Just like that.

"I told you I'd be back." Applejack said in an almost boastful tone. "Ah never lie, do I?"
Pinkie simply looked up at her. She didn't nod. She just spat out a series of gobbledygook. Pinkie's struggle to speak was rather amusing to Applejack. She let out a laugh and the taunting only made Pinkie cry more. She finally undid the ball gag and allowed her to talk. Pinkie took in several deep, long gasps.
"What are you going to do with me?" she cried out.
Applejack was silent but hushed the pony with the wave of a hoof to her lips. "Now." She started. "What Ah'm telling you here is important. Don't you ever, ever speak of tonight to anypony. Ya hear?"
Pinkie Pie growled at the pony. "Or else what? What are you even gonna do to me, anyway?"
"Calm down lil' filly. Now listen up. If you tell anypony 'bout tonight, Ah can promise ya, your little 'gator'll be in for it."
"G-Gummy? What are you talking about?"
The orange pony reached for a small cage hidden underneath the hay. She pulled it out. It was covered in hay and protected by a light blue cloth. Smiling wickedly, she uncovered the cage, revealing a small, green, toothless alligator.
"Gummy!" The pink pony cried with watering eyes. "D-Don't hurt him!"
Applejack smiled and recovered the cage.
"If you ever wanna see dis 'gator alive 'gain, You'd better not speak a' tonight to nopony!"
Pinkie nodded her head in agreement. She'd do anything to keep her baby alligator safe from harm. She knew he'd be safe, but she was frightened for herself.
"Wh-what are you gonna do to me?" she asked for the third time with watery eyes, knowing there was no escape.
"Don't getcha yaself all worked up. Obviously, Ah ain't lookin' to kill ya, or I wouldn't've threatened ya not to tell nopony."
Pinkie stared up helplessly. She was a bit relieved, but still scared as well, not knowing what was in store for her. Applejack's eyes did glow along with her greedy desire. Without warming, the orange pony forced the still-tied-down mare onto her back. She untied her legs, letting them spread apart and reveal her mare-hood.
"Ah'm thinking we can do this nice and quick. No screamin' now. Wouldn't want to wake the fam'ly."
Pinkie was still confused, and hadn't a clue what was going to happen. She knew it'd be bad enough that she might scream, but it wouldn't be bad enough to kill her. At this point, she simply closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and hoped for the best. Seeing the signs of her acceptance, Applejack took her chance. She dove down, shoving her face into Pinkie Pie's juicy pussy. Pinkie opened her eyes wide, shocked from her friend's action.
The orange land pony sucked hardly on the cunt, slurping up all of its succulent juices. Pinkie's mare-hood tasted like cotton candy and cake frosting. It was sweet and delicious. She stuck her tongue deep into her mare-hood. She licked the inner walls with her tongue and sucked harder than she ever had. The pink pony relaxed and threw her head back in delight. It felt better than anything Pinkie had experienced yet. Applejack pushed her tongue in further, letting her tongue catch the newly released goop from the top. She didn't release until her tongue received every last drop. She slid her tongue back out and licked her clit with her rough tongue. She was hungry for Pinkie's juices. She licked and licked over and over again, bring the pink pony uninfected bliss. Finally, Applejack was rewarded with a fresh batch of Pinkie's beyond satisfying cum. She licked up every last drop of the pink mare's tasty juices. Pinkie squealed in delight and laughed from how the orange mare's tongue tickled her clit.
Applejack rose from Pinkie's pot of gold and licked her lips of the remaining juices in satisfaction. Pinkie stared at her with a goofy smile glued to her face.
"Like ah said," Applejack said in a calm tone. "Don't tell nopony this ever happened."
Pinkie Pie smiled. "Okie Dokie! Could you untie me now?"