Applejack was suspicious of fancy lookin’ jewelry at the best of times, let alone when it comes flying at her glowing a just plain unnatural shade of pink. So she’s more on guard than most of the other bearers-turned-bimbos have been. Maybe things would have turned out differently if she had just accepted it without question.

Even as it latches itself into place around her neck, the element itself is already changing. Cold metal warms and changes texture, and faint poka-dot patterns begin to appear on the developing fabric. As it shifts into something softer, it tries to change it’s bearer along with it.

Applejack gives a startled whiney and bucks instinctively when the object wraps around her throat, years of training as a rodeo pony taking over and making her kick out her heals wildly even as her face goes blank. But behind her now vacant stare, she can tell something is wrong. She feels… weaker. Her frantic bucks don’t have as much power as they should. It’s like there’s warm molasses running through all of her limbs, melting away her hard earned muscle like butter in a sweet apple pie crust. Though, it does feel kinda nice… and she supposes she doesn’t need to do all of that hard farm work anyway. That’s what her darling husband is for! She just has to stay home and… raise a family… and… look… pretty? What? Cooking? Foals? Her?! A HOUSE WIFE?!?!

SHE CAN’T BELIEVE IT! THE FANCY NECKLACE IS TRYIN’A TURN HER FROU-FROU!!!

She can sure as sugar feel it now! There’s somethin’ rootin around in her mind, tryin to twist her thoughts around and make her some namby-pamby show horse! She can feel it makin physical changes too! Strippin’ away all the hard earned muscle and calluses from life on the farm and replacing em with the soft, plump figure of a brood mare. Well SHE WONT LET IT!!! By golly she weren’t made to be some stay-at-home mommy type, she was made for BUCKING!!!!

Her wild kicking and jumping, which had grown increasingly weak as the spell tried to mold her into a more motherly mare, comes back with a vengeance as the thought takes over. She just has to keep bucking!!! She’ll buck away this silly curse and the silly thoughts it’s trying to fill her head with! A husband? HER? She don’t need no man, she’ll buck anything that moves!!! Foals? Cooking? Cleaning? Family values and honest work are for prudes and sorry sods who can’t make money shakin’ their bacon! She ain’t gonna let no magic nonsense turn her into some frilly goody-two-hooves!!

It was working! She could feel her hard earned muscle come back to her trim, fit frame. She’d spent plum ages gettin herself in shape to compliment her sumptuous curves, she wasn’t about to let some glowy jewelry change that now. She just had to KEEP BUCKING!!!

Eventually, she felt the warm tingle of the magic fade, and she came to a triumphant standstill. Her enormous breasts bounced to a stop a few moments after the rest of her, resting in her tightly tied bandana. She’d done it! She’d fought off the curse and remained who she truly was! Candy Apple, the trashiest two-bit whore on this side of Los-Pegasus!

She’d worked up quite a sweat with all that effort. She was feelin kinda… hot and bothered under the jewel-bound collar. She should go find some hunk or one of her big-tittied lady friends to help her work off some steam. For a price, of course.

She could have all the money she wanted! She just had to keep bucking.