The sun was nearing the horizon and Rainbow Dash woke to find herself locked in a tender embrace with her friend Applejack. Crickets were starting to make noise and she didn't want to spend too much time out in the orchard. Applejack started to come to feeling disoriented, Rainbow Dash poked at her flank with urgency. "Is Big Mac here?" "No, I don't think he's coming," Rainbow Dash nuzzled Applejack, "He probably showed up and saw us cuddling and left." "That's not like him, he would have woken us up, these apple trees are more important than that." "It's getting late, let's get back to town, we can find out where Mac went tomorrow. Want to have a sleepover at my house?" Rainbow Dash's eyes looked like deep pools of wanton desire, complete with skinny dipping school boys. Applejack caught a fleeting glimpse of the sexual tension in the swimming naked boys in her eyes."Okay, let's sail." "What?" "Er I mean come on."

Pounding heat came in waves on Ace's rump, throbbing fire from his loins. The cane came down on his backside in heavy blows, he shut his eyes as his muscles contracted on his sinuous frame. A collective gasp and then sigh emerged from the masked crowd in Princess Celestia's private quarters. The leg irons he was wearing didn't seem too tight when she put them on him, but they were now starting to pinch his ankles, this was only a minor discomfort compared to the bit in his mouth and bridle on his neck. The smell of wine in the room was thick enough to stagger a filly and every so often a cup full was pressed to his lips and he drank heavily. Every so often he would become overcome with drunken emotion and wept a bit, the Princess would comfort him with a nibble on his neck and tender kisses on his lips as she blotted the sweat from his face. It was foreign to him, a beating, no but the seemingly tender way he was being treated, all things considered. The masked crowd would react to the scene with gasps and chortles, drunkenly dropping wine glasses and lighting cigarettes. A clop or two could be heard from the group as they groped one-another.

They were mostly mares but a few colt studs were among them. He was nearly broken when she looped the ropes around his wrists, which she tied over the back of a baroque chaise lounge. She loosened the bridle and the bit fell from his jaw, it's leather straps soaked in sweat and saliva. She tossed it to the crowd and it was passed around the room. She stroked his rippling lats and slowly dragged a leather scourge across his bare stomach. He felt the sting of the lashings across his stomach and chest and then the heat of blood rushing to the surface of his tightening skin. She stroked his cheek with her hoof and straddled his burning chest, her dress gathered around her waist, which she slid lustily up and down his now burning and chaffed abdomen, eventually piercing herself on him. The crowd, seemingly overwhelmed with carnal frenzy, closed in on the two like a pack of hungry wolves, biting and sucking his flesh with drunken amour.

When he woke, he was untied and unchained, the mob had cleared, the dried fluids on his skin were not just his own, he knew. He gathered his clothes and dressed himself, eager to get home and wash himself. It was then he noticed the plaque carved from oak, with a nervous gulp he read out loud what was inscribed; "No slaves to leave the premises without permission from the master, penalty one hundred lashes." He hit full gallop as he bolted from the castle. He could hear Princess Celestia shouting after him, "Stop thief! Come back here Ace!" No one was around to react to her cries. "You'll be back!"