The Best Night of Her Life
Applejack sighed, shifting in her bed. The overexcited voices of Pinkie and Rainbow were perhaps not entirely annoying but they did rub the wrong way, even despite the comedic idea of Pinkie Pie teaching Rainbow Dash how to have some mare-on-mare fun. Applejack giggled at the thought and covered herself with a thin blanket. She set her mind on the upcoming battle with the Buffaloes. She needed all the strength she could muster to help her folks.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep. Just before falling in a peaceful slumber, a familiar silhouette of an elegant white unicorn invaded her mind. Applejack smiled and fell asleep.
***
Rarity pulled the pillow over her head in a failed attempt to muffle the indecent sounds coming from Rainbow Dash's room, which she was unfortunate to be right next to. The thin wooden wall might have as well not been there at all.
But no, then in addition to hearing, I would also be forced to see them do… it, she thought, trying desperately to bury her head deeper in the hard mattress.
Even Rarity hadn't expected a town on the very border of Equestria to have luxurious hotels but she had hoped for a little more than a flimsy wooden bed in a dusty room in the middle of a desert. And with a shared bathroom, to boot!
She sighed deep in the pillow, immediately regretting inhaling the musky smell of dust and sand all of the town seemed to be covered with. In a moment of unladylike rage she tossed the pillow against the wall with an enraged growl.
"Will you please be quiet?!" she shouted over the wall. "Can't a lady get her much needed beauty sleep?"
The moans from the neighboring room didn't become any quieter. Rarity pressed a hoof against her forehead and slumped from her bed to pick up the pillow. With a heavy sigh, she tossed her body on the bed, covering her head with the pillow once again.
If only she had a companion to spend the night with, like those two…
She nearly jumped out of her hooves when she felt a touch of a hoof bellow her stomach… only to realize it had been her own.
"Come now, Rarity," she scolded herself, "a proper lady does not… pleasure herself like that. At least she should never be forced to…"
What was much more… well, perhaps not frightening but definitely unexpected, was the image of a face which invaded her mind when her disobedient hoof traveled down her body. She would recognize the orange, freckled smile anywhere.
Rarity turned on her back, covered the lower half of her body with the pillow, and stared absent-mindedly at the ceiling. Why her? Or, for that matter, why a mare and not a handsome stallion? Rarity closed her eyes and summoned the image of her earth pony friend. It struck her almost instantly just how full of raw beauty Applejack was. She shined like a gem which would daze everypony with its beauty, if only she allowed it to be cut by a master jeweler.
Just like the time she wore that glittering dress at Twilight's slumber party. Rarity giggled at the memory. The dress complimented Applejack's raw beauty somewhat awfully. The other one, however, the one she had made for her friend to wear at the Gala… Rarity was not the one to brag about her creations but she was certain of one thing—in her Gala dress, Applejack shined like a vibrant sapphire in a platinum casing prepared by a master jeweler specifically to compliment its natural beauty.
The green collar complimented her dazzling emerald eyes perfectly. The new Stetson with tiny red apples on the brim was an excellent replacement for that old thing she wore all the time. And the skirt as green as the orchards in summer, encompassing her flank… The sexiest flank Rarity had seen in her life. Working in the fields must have had a positively invigorating effect on a pony figure.
Rarity's imagination run wild, producing an image of her friend luring her with a seductive gaze. Applejack leaned over, her perfect lips only inches away from Rarity's…
A particularly loud moan from Rainbow's room broke the vision. Rarity found herself alone in the dark room, her heart pounding in her chest, her cheeks flushed enough to illuminate the room—at least judging by the heat she felt in them. Once again, she felt her hoof venturing to places a cultured lady was most definitely not supposed to touch.
Rarity couldn't lie to herself any longer. The heat she felt was not caused by the dry air of the nearby dessert—at least not entirely. She felt its source below her stomach, radiating all the way up, melting her mind, causing all of her unladylike behavior.
Just then, in the spur of the moment, she made a decision. She was a lady and she was not going to blemish herself with the lowly feeling of self satisfaction. She was also the Element of Generosity, for pony's sake, and as such it was her duty to bestow what best she had to offer upon her friends.
And, above all, she was going to pay Applejack for planting those luscious thoughts in her mind with that sexy flank of hers.
~
Rarity walked to the door and pressed her ear against the wooden surface. Apart from the constant noises from the next room, she could hear no sounds in the hall. As quietly as she could, she opened the door and peeked outside. The hall was empty. It was all the encouragement she needed.
Deciding for the stealthy approach, she recalled a spell she learned as a filly which allowed her to muffle the clopping of her hooves on the ground. Her horn lit with a pale blue aura, which soon encompassed her hooves. She tested the effect with a light tap, then with a heavier stomp. She pricked her ears but no sound reached them.
She smiled to herself and walked outside. Luckily enough, all of her friends were situated in the same hall of the motel. She found a door of the Applejack's room and gave it a light nudge, ascertaining it was locked. Rarity never overvalued her magical prowess but even for her such a flimsy lock was but a mild annoyance. Her horn lit ablaze once more as she pointed it at the offending lock.
The ever useful alohomora spell… Who thinks of such silly names for spells anyway? She would have to ask Twilight about it one day. Rarity giggled to herself. She felt like a filly on her nightly quest to steal a cookie from a jar, careful not to awake her sleeping parents.
The lock opened with a barely noticeable clink. Rarity held her breath and nudged the door, praying to both Sisters the hinges wouldn't creak. An eternity had passed but the door finally gave way and she peeked into the room. Her prey, the prize of her hunt, the metaphorical cookie to be stolen from the jar, lay in the bed.
Her eyes glittering with both excitement and lust, Rarity sneaked inside, closing the door behind her. She wouldn't, of course, dream of assaulting Applejack where she stood, like a lust-driven diamond dog. The stubborn farm pony would undoubtedly reject her affections and, being far stronger than the unicorn, would subdue Rarity with a flick of her rope.
The rope! Not moving from her spot to minimize the risk of being detected by the sleeping pony, Rarity searched the room for Applejack's trusted lasso. Her eyes lit up, locating it tossed on the ground near the wooden cabinet on which the farm pony had put her trademark hat. Trying to minimize the pale glow around her horn, Rarity levitated the rope beside her. Only one more spell was necessary to set the stage for the performance, as it were.
Rarity walked a few steps, positioning herself directly behind Applejack, and squatted. Summoning her fillyhood memories, she recalled another spell she learned shortly after Sweetie Belle had been born. Beside being the dearest sister, the filly was also an enormous noise maker from the very day she graced Equestria with her presence.
After Rarity had gathered enough magic in her horn, she closed her eyes and released the spell. The wave of pale blue light burst out from it, spreading across the room, sinking into the walls. Rarity opened her eyes.
Applejack shifted in her sleep, mumbling something indecipherable. Frozen in her spot, Rarity waited until her friend's breath calmed down as she resumed her peaceful slumber. The unicorn let out the breath she only now realized she had been holding and inspected the effect of her spell. The dome of silence worked perfectly. Rarity couldn't possibly count how many times the spell had given her peace and solitude needed to create her fashion designs. Sweetie Belle's talent might have had all to do with singing—no matter how strongly the filly refused to accept it—but it was definitely not the kind of music the older sister enjoyed.
Setting her mind on the task at hoof, Rarity levitated the rope over Applejack's sleeping silhouette, baring her teeth in a devilish smile.
***
Applejack grunted, shifting in her sleep, as a feeling of something holding her hooves slowly sipped into her waking consciousness. She pulled harder but her hooves didn't budge an inch. When shards of her consciousness slowly returned from their trek over the dreamscape, she realized her legs were tied to the bed with a rope. Her eyes instantly shot open, her body and mind immediately fully awake.
She grunted, tensing her legs, trying to break the rope, only to make its grip tighter.
"I'm so glad you're finally awake, darling."
Applejack pricked her ear, tickled with the warm breath of the melodic whisper just beside it. Struggling with the ropes, she turned her head in the direction it came from. Illuminated by the faint moonlight glow, Rarity stood right over her, her mouth twisted in a smirk.
"Rarity..." Applejack panted, still fighting with the rope, "what the hay?! Did you do this?" She squirmed with all her might, to no avail. "Wha'cha standing there for? Untie me this instant!"
"No."
Applejack froze, gaping at her friend with her mouth wide opened. "What do you mean: no? Is this some sick prank? Are ya in on this, Rainbow Dash?!" she called into the room. "Because it's sure as sugar not funny!"
Rarity leaned closer, her hoof drawing circles on Applejack's chest. "I assure you Rainbow Dash is still... occupied with Pinkie Pie. Pulling pranks on you is most definitely the last thing on her mind right now." The fashionista chuckled, pulling the rope, ensuring of its tight grip. "This rope is merely a precaution taken by me."
"A precaution?" Applejack tensed her hooves once more. "Against what? What are you trying to do?"
Rarity lowered her head, her snout gently pressing against Applejack's. "Oh, only the thing I'm bound to do as the Element of Generosity. I'm going to give."
Applejack locked her narrowed eyes on her friend. "Huh?" She blinked, noticing in Rarity's sapphire eyes a glint she had never seen before. "Give what? To whom?"
Rarity ran a hoof down the farm pony's cheek. "Oh, Applejack. I hoped it would be obvious by now that I selected you to be the beneficiary of my gift," Rarity whispered, her warm breath tickling Applejack's ear. She climbed the bed, planting one of her legs between the farm pony's thighs, stroking Applejack's cheek with her hoof. The earth pony looked away, trying to hide a blush caused by an undesired thought of whether Rarity's touch would feel good under different circumstances.
Rarity embraced her friend's face with both hooves. "As for the object of my present to you, dearest Applejack," she whispered, her eyes glinting in the moonlight as she lowered her face over the farm pony's, "I'm going to give you... the night of your life."
Applejack opened her mouth to protest but no sooner she had Rarity's soft lips pressed against it. The unicorn's tongue invaded her mouth almost instantly, tackling Applejack's own in a frivolous dance.
Applejack felt an electric impulse shooting through her body. An idea to just give in to the pleasure the unexpected assault brought formed in her mind. She was just about to close her eyes and accept her friend's affections when her stubborn pride kicked in. She shot her eyes open, struggling to free her mouth from Rarity's assault.
"What the hay?!" she spat, feeling the burning heat in her cheeks. "Quit it. And bucking untie me!"
Rarity kissed Applejack's in the nose, causing a fountain of rage to erupt in the farm pony's heart. "Squirm all you want, darling," the unicorn said, her luscious gaze piercing Applejack, "but you are most definitely going to receive my gift. And you're going to like it."
Rarity straddled Applejack's tied up body, wafting her hoof through the earth pony's mane. "Have I ever told you how delicious you look when you're angry? Your cheeks are as red as the apples on that sexy flank of yours." She punctuated the last sentence with a spank on the said part of Applejack's body.
The volcano of embarrassment-fueled fury erupting inside her, Applejack tried to kick the rope loose, break it, and squirm herself free but her every effort was rewarded only with the lasso squeezing tighter.
"You know," Rarity whispered directly into her ear, "your squirming only makes me more excited."
Applejack blinked, her whole rage evaporating instantly, giving way to cheek-burning embarrassment. Not knowing how to respond to the comment, she simply decided to go against it and ceased her movements.
"Aw," Rarity pouted, "don't go all dead plank on me now, darling." She leaned and bit the earth pony's ear. "I will make this the night of your life whether you want it or not."
Even as the Element of Honesty, Applejack had a hard time deciding whether it had been a threat, and the fact the Rarity had just started licking her ear wasn't any help. The earth pony tried to get her head out of the way but the rope immediately wrapped around it, cementing it to the bed.
The unicorn's tongue traveled down Applejack's cheek, leaving the wet trail of saliva all the way down to the earth pony's neck. Rarity's leisurely journey didn't stop there, however, and soon she left a trail of kisses and licks down the farm pony's chest and stomach.
Applejack squirmed violently, gritting her teeth as hard as she could, as Rarity's soft breath induced an unbearable tickling sensation on her sensitive coat. Rarity immediately noticed her friend getting tense, and—with a devious smile—she slowed down considerably, prolonging Applejack's torture. After spending the eternity in the tickling hell, the farm pony caught herself on wishing Rarity would finally advance further, only to be free of the unbearable tickling.
Finally, Rarity raised her head, the look of admiration on her face. "My, my, such a strong spirit," she purred, drawing circles with her hoof on the farm pony's stomach. "You haven't let out a sound."
Applejack was too busy panting heavily to feel proud of herself.
"If you're afraid somepony will hear us, let me assure you I've taken protective measures against that too." Rarity said, massaging Applejack's cutie mark with her tender hoof. "So don't feel shy with that gorgeous voice of yours, hmm?"
"Buck you," Applejack said.
Rarity tsked. "Oh my, such unladylike words. I will let them slip by this time, though." She pounced, planting her hooves on both sides of Applejack's head. "Because I believe you deserve a reward for your earlier performance. Let's just get your beautiful tail out of the way, shall we? It would be such a shame to get it dirty."
The fashionista's horn flared with a blue aura as the light of the same color encompassed the tip of Applejack's tail. The farm pony's eyes shot wide open as she attempted to break free one more time. "What are you gonna do?"
Rarity looked up, resting her chin comfortably on Applejack's stomach. "Why... Isn't it obvious, darling? I think it's high time this... foreplay should come to its end. We have to sample the main dish, as it were, don't you agree?"
Rarity's horn flashed, and she flicked it, sending Applejack's tail out of the way.
Applejack's cheeks flared with heat as she lay on the bed with her legs spread, revealing her most private parts.
When the initial wave of embarrassment washed over her, she noticed Rarity just standing at the base of her bed, gawking shamelessly at her revealed body.
"Beautiful," Rarity whispered, lowering her head between Applejack's legs. "Like the most precious gem hidden at the bottom of some long forgotten temple. Glistening like the ripe fruit fit to satisfy the hunger and thirst of only the worthiest of lips."
Applejack blinked in confusion.
"I just wonder..." Rarity continued unabated, her head sinking between Applejack's thighs. "How do you taste?"
Applejack stifled a gasp as Rarity's warm breath fell on her uncovered marehood. The feeling only intensified, for as the unicorn slowly brought her head closer to Applejack's most intimate part, her breath grew heavier and heavier, each wave sending shivers through the earth pony's body.
Rarity didn't hurry, prolonging Applejack's tension and unwanted—though admittedly only partially by now—anticipation. Hesitantly, with utmost care and remarkable precision, she gently pressed Applejack stomach just above her glistening slit, making her lower lips part. She stuck out her tongue and guided it slowly but purposefully in the direction of the earth pony's clit.
Applejack closed her eyes, biting her lip to stifle any moans, as her friend's warm breath sent tidal waves of hot pleasure through her entire body. Her eyes flared open and her moan rang through the room as Rarity's tongue met her pleasure spot. Just the mere touch of the unicorn's warm and wet mouth nearly tipped her over the edge, sending a wave of electrifying pleasure, originating from below her stomach and traveling all the way down to the tips of her hooves.
Rarity gave her friend a light suck and raised her head. "You do taste like apples, darling," she chuckled. "Well, after all, you are what you eat."
Applejack blinked at her friend. "Huh?"
"Oh, don't mind me, dear," Rarity said, the luscious glint back in her eyes. "I had to ruin the mood just a little, because you looked like you were about to come. And our night—the best night of your life, mind you—have only just begun." She winked, her head disappearing back between the earth pony's legs.
Rarity's tongue resumed its work, traveling up and down Applejack's lower lips, gently prying between them. The earth pony bit her tongue and closed her eyes but the latter only magnified the pleasure she was subjected to with each stroke of the fashionista's tongue.
Applejack's breath rapidly got faster as Rarity employed other tactics from her arsenal of erotic techniques. She buried her whole snout as deep as she could between her forced lover's legs, greedily lapping and sucking the juices of pleasure her actions elicited. Her tongue busy working up and down Applejack's slit, she occasionally employed a suck on the earth pony's delicious clit.
Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, sometimes coupled with a nibble, Rarity timed and paced each action perfectly, bringing Applejack near the edge, sending electric shivers down her spine but never tipping her over. It would probably infuriate the earth pony, if only her mind could process anything else besides the waves of pleasure rocking through her body.
Moaning heartily, her efforts to remain quiet forgotten long ago, Applejack squirmed in the unforgiving rope. This time not to break free from her assailant but to finally finish herself off and break this torture of being kept on the edge.
With one final suck the unicorn sent the farm pony closer to coming than she had ever been... And then stopped. Applejack's heavy breath was the only sound filling the room as Rarity's head slowly emerged from between earth pony's legs.
"Having fun, darling?" The unicorn's gentle smile seemed to illuminate the room. "Or maybe you wish we stopped, hmm?"
"Rarity..." Applejack panted, her body weakened beyond the point of trying to break free from the rope. "I swear by the sun on Celestia's rump... If'n you stop now, I will break those ropes and buck you clear back to Ponyville!"
The unicorn chuckled. "Your wish is my command," she declared, burying her head back between Applejack legs. Her eager lips and skillful tongue restored the earth pony's excitement from before the torturous break in seconds. Just for the sake of being slightly provocative, Rarity slowed her caressing just a bit, prolonging the time her friend was kept on the edge.
This time, however, she finally mercifully tipped Applejack over. With one fluid move, Rarity wrapped her upper lip around Applejack's clit, brushing it with her teeth, while her tongue pierced the earth pony's entrance and dived inside as far as it could.
Applejack's moan echoed in the room, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, as her back arched despite the rope still holding her body down tight. Her mind blanked as waves of pleasure rocked through her entire body, each one releasing the juices of her excitement which Rarity heartily drank. The unicorn's eager mouth kept working for a while still, each stroke of her tongue sending shivers of electric bliss down the earth pony's body.
Finally, as Applejack lay helpless on her bed still rocked by the quivers of her passing sensation, Rarity raised her head, magicking a tissue. She wiped the corner of her mouth with all the ladylike elegance she could muster given the current condition. "My," she said, her voice distant, "that was the most exquisite sample of apple juice I have ever drank." She smiled gently in the general direction of Applejack's head. "Thank you, darling."
The tissue disappearing in a puff of magic, Rarity leaned over Applejack's stomach, caressing the earth pony's cutie mark with her hoof. "I do hope you're ready for some more service, dear," she said. "After all, what kind of night of your life this would turn out to be if we were to end it after the first serving?"
As the initial heat slowly drained from her body, Applejack was pleasantly surprised to find her conscious mind slowly taking over, returning to its usual sharpness. Still panting, her body recovering much more slowly than her mind, she opened her eyes and looked around the room. Now that she was temporarily freed from indulging her primal instincts, the pale blue glow around the rope holding her tied to the bed was one of the first things she noticed. A quick glance at Rarity's horn confirmed the origin of the annoying spell. Applejack might not have been as educated in magic as Twilight but she could put two and two together.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves with a deep breath. She had no intention of playing the victim in Rarity's scheme any longer and her mind screamed for only one thing: revenge.
"Rarity..." Applejack panted, her breath stabilizing much too slow, "c'mere."
Rarity leaned over, pricking her ear to catch the meaning in her lover's quiet voice. "I beg your pardon?"
Applejack studied the ceiling, carefully avoiding the unicorn's gaze. "C'mere. I wanna kiss you," she whispered with a voice Fluttershy would be proud of.
Rarity's hoof traveled to her lips, stifling a gasp which would otherwise undoubtedly break free. The blush on her cheeks grew stronger as she leaned over her forced lover. "I would be more than glad to accept it, darling," she whispered, embracing Applejack's cheeks in her gentle hooves.
Rarity closed her eyes, pursed her lips and slowly closed the distance between their mouths. When her mouth was only millimeters away, Applejack jerked her head upwards, aiming for the unicorn's glowing horn. As soon as her lips wrapped around it, she felt the ropes going limp, the source of magic holding them in place abruptly cut off. Rarity flared her eyes open, gasping in surprise as Applejack freed her foreleg and wrapped it firmly around the unicorn's waist.
Rarity's world turned upside down and—before she noticed—she felt herself pinned to the bed with Applejack's weight. "Payback time," the farm pony whispered, her teeth carefully but firmly stabilizing the unicorn's horn in her mouth.
Rarity's mind was flooded with blissful numbness, spreading from the tip of her horn down her entire body, as Applejack employed her tongue. The fashionista could hardly put together a coherent thought, let alone conjure even the most basic of spells. She grunted, trying to order her body to move, but her legs seemed heavy and limp, not unlike the bales of fabric populating the floor of her boutique every so often. Even if she could move though, without her magic she would stand no chance against earth pony's raw strength and endurance Applejack had in abundance.
Rarity felt her mind melting away, her breath rapidly getting faster and heavier, as the earth pony wrapped her mouth tight around her horn, working her jaw up and down its shaft. Applejack's tongue circled around the hard structure, exploring every crevice and bend of the otherwise straight and pointy thing. Occasionally, she slipped in a nibble on the very tip, each time eliciting a tiny moan from her fashionista friend.
Applejack might not have been thoroughly experienced in the art of pleasuring unicorns but she had some experience with local stallions, and the fact that a unicorn's horn looked like a stallionhood glued onto a pony's forehead gave her enough ideas as to what exactly do with it. Rarity's heavy breath and her occasional gasps and moans ensured Applejack of doing a good enough job. Being a mare herself, she quickly realized there were ways to make her lover feel even better.
Rarity gasped in surprise which prolonged in a long moan as the new source of pleasure erupted from the intimate place below her stomach. Applejack had no intention of changing positions but she had found a way to use one of her rear legs to massage Rarity's—now considerably moistened—slit. The earth pony smiled, quite proud of the immediate effect her efforts produced.
Her breath ragged and heavy, Rarity felt like a volcano on the tip of exploding. Each time she inhaled, her snout buried in Applejack's coat, she filled her nostrils with a distant smell of apple orchards in summer, coupled with dust and perspiration. Her stuck out tongue rested on the farm pony's neck, drooling the orange coat with saliva. Rarity's whole body trembled as Applejack pushed her to the peak of her pleasure.
With the last strand of conscious thought, through an enormous effort of sheer will, she planted her hooves against her lover's face and gave her head a hard push. Her horn slipped out of Applejack's mouth, the last slide against the earth pony's tongue being the final trigger to tip her over the edge.
Rarity blanked out, waves of pleasure rocking through both her body and mind. Her moan, its audacity more on the level of a scream, filled the room as her body lifted above the bed, enveloped in a pale blue glow, her pupil-less eyes glowing with their own light. As the juices of her arousal spilled from her marehood, her horn shot out condensed magic in time with each subsequent shiver sent through her spine.
Applejack watched the spectacle, her mouth wide open. Shots of condensed magic essence splashed around the room and ceiling, covering some of the furniture. Finally, the aura of light enveloping Rarity's body thinned out. As the last bits of magic left her, her body fell down, landing gently in Applejack's hooves.
With care and affection reserved only for delicate apple saplings before, the earth pony placed the unicorn's body on the bed. "Boy howdy, Rarity," Applejack smiled, "I have never seen a unicorn cumming this much before. Then again, I have never sucked off one of yer kind's horns either," she added with a chuckle.
Rarity tried to turn in the direction Applejack's voice came from but her hoof gave way and she slumped back on the bed. "A l-lady does not cum, Applejack," she panted when her breath calmed enough for her to form understandable sentences. "What you have wit-witnessed was an act of magiculation."
Applejack pressed a hoof to her lips but couldn't suppress a snort. "Such a fancy name for cummin' with yer magic."
Rarity grumbled something undecipherable and sighed. She looked up towards the ceiling covered with splashes of the raw essence of her magic. Applejack's gaze followed.
"So, do you unicorns always cu- erm, magiculate so much?" the earth pony asked, tasting the word in her mouth.
Rarity chuckled. "I wouldn't know. It was the first time somepony actually sucked off my horn, as you called it. Coincidentally, how did you know it would dissipate my magic?"
Applejack's hearty laugh reverberated in the room. "Please, it's one of the worst kept secrets in Equestria. Like the pegasi wingboners."
"Is it, now?" Rarity asked, finally managing to turn her body and face her lover. Applejack lay just next to her, her honest emerald eyes staring deep into the unicorn's soul. For some reason, looking back at them forced a blush on Rarity's cheeks.
"So," Applejack asked curiously, "did ya like it at all?"
Rarity was sure the temperature of the room had suddenly risen a few degrees. What other possible explanation could there be for her cheeks getting so hot at the moment? "As a matter of fact, I did," she blurted out. Driven by impulse, she kissed Applejack on the tip of her nose.
Applejack responded with a deep blush but her face soon brightened up in a radiant smile. "Well, glad ya liked it." Her eyes narrowed as soon as the words left her mouth, however. "What I don't understand, is why the hay-" she stopped midway when she noticed Rarity's closed eyes and her calm and even breath. Applejack's face brightened up with a delicate smile. She tsked quietly and lifted herself up from the bed. She took the wet blanket and produced a dry one from the only wardrobe in the room. She wrapped the unicorn in it, remembering how cold the nights at the dessert could get.
She walked to the window and looked outside, at Princess Luna's former sanctuary high in the sky. Applejack wondered how come she had never before noticed how white and pure the moon was—just like Rarity's brilliant coat. She risked a glance at her friend and lover; even in her sleep the unicorn maintained her elegant posture. Billions of thoughts and dreams crossed Applejack's mind, every single one about her and her unicorn lover. She donned her hat and slid it over her eyes. She was, after all, the Element of Honesty and lying to herself was something she was simply incapable of.
She drew a deep sigh and dragged back to the bed. She could, at the very least, enjoy the rest of the night with her dear friend. She climbed under the blanket next to Rarity. After a moment of thought, she wrapped her hoof around the unicorn and just lay there, basking in her warmth. Her eyelids grew heavy soon as her excitement finally washed over her, and she closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep, still embracing her lover, their heads only inches apart, their breaths perfectly synchronized.
***
Rarity stirred in the bed uncomfortably. Something held her down and, for some reason, her boudoir felt terribly rough this night. She tried to find a comfortable position but, despite all her efforts, none appeared to be satisfying. She mumbled angrily and slowly opened one of her eyes.
A pool of emeralds stared right back at her.
"Howdy," Applejack smiled. "Slept well?"
Rarity jumped out of the bed with a shriek. Gasping for breath, she surveyed the room. She was not in her boutique, that was apparent, and for some reason she shared the bed with Applejack. She raised a hoof in the air, stopping Applejack from speaking, and rubbed her forehead, trying to recall the set of events that led to this.
The memories of the earlier day slowly came back, filling the void in her head. Appleloosa... The buffaloes... Rainbow and Pinkie search party... Pinkie's dancing performance... Settling down in a motel... Pinkie and Rainbow having an intercourse in the next room... Being consumed with unstoppable lust... Sneaking into Applejack's room... Tying her up... Forcing herself down onto the earth pony... Effectively raping her... Raping...
Rarity opened her eyes slowly, her mouth quivering. She looked at her friend, mortified. Was it all a bad dream? She remembered the spell she used to mute down the room. Still holding her hoof up, she ignited her horn, doing a magic scan for any spells with temporary effect. Surely enough, the remnants of her magic still filled the room. She needed no further evidence.
Her raised hoof traveled to her mouth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Applejack..." she whispered, her voice—though barely audible—thundering in her head. "I... I'm... I'm so sorry."
"Yeah, well, about that..." The farm pony replied casually, not bothering to rise from her bed. "Mind explainin' why the hay ya sneaked up on me like that, tied me to my own bed and forced yourself down on me like a hungry griffin?" With each further word Applejack's eyes grew narrower, her voice rising.
Rarity backed away, shrinking under the wall. "Applejack, I... I have no words to explain myself," she stuttered, tears filling her eyes. "I feel indescribably awful right now and you must be bearing the same feelings towards me."
Oh, boy... It was worse than Applejack thought. Was Rarity ashamed of spending the night with her that much?
"I feel terrible for disrespecting your will and your b-body like that," Rarity continued, tears on her cheeks glistening in the moonlight like tiny pearls. "You have every reason to hate me." She slowly turned towards the door, the weight of her guilt pushing her head to the floor. "I'm going to return to my room before I do any more damage but if you ever find it in your heart to forgive me..." she turned around, tears flowing freely down her cheeks with whatever remained of her make-up, "I would just like to ask, that someday, when you finally meet a mare or a stallion of your dreams, I implore you, don't hold my inexplicable actions from this night against them."
Applejack blinked several times. Was Rarity actually more concerned about the farm pony's feelings than about her own image of a refined lady?
Applejack hopped out of the bed and blocked Rarity's path. To her surprise, the unicorn dropped her head, a few of her tears dripping on the floor.
It tore Applejack's heart to see her friend, usually so refined, confident and collected, in such a mess of a state. She raised her friend's chin gently with a hoof. "Have it ever occurred to you, missy," she said with a playful smile, "that after I broke your spell, I could have just bucked you clear to Sheriff Silver Star's cell?"
"Yes," Rarity sniffled. "And I would rightfully deserve just that. I r-r-raped you."
"Shut yer trap already, will ya?" Applejack couldn't help but smile. "Besides, you didn't rape me—you gave me the night of my life, remember?" She winked.
Rarity's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Applejack, I am not sure you understand me: I violated your body and completely disregarded your will. If you still wish to speak with me at all, I will not leave this room until you tell me how I can atone for what I've done."
Applejack smiled to herself. Now that was the real Rarity she's grown to love so much. Not the prissy drama queen she acted like just a moment ago. In that case...
Applejack faked a sigh. "What do you want me to do, then? Punish you, or something?"
Rarity looked at the floor. "If that could only reverse the damage I've already done..." She looked at Applejack with determination... "However, if it will make you feel easier about this whole ordeal, you might punish me in any way you see fit."
Those were the exact words the earth pony hoped to hear. Her face twisted in a devilish smile. In that case...
She pointed her hoof. "On the bed," she said with a stern voice, her brow furrowed.
Rarity stumbled, taken aback, and raised her eyebrows. "I beg your pardon?"
"I said: get on the bed. Now!"
Rarity's eyes followed Applejack's extended hoof to the wooden furniture. It didn't look too inviting after what had taken place on it not more than a few hours before.
The unicorn stifled a wince, her gaze hardening, her mind determined. That hardly felt enough to atone for her sin against her closest friend but if that was something Applejack desired, she was not going to question it.
Applejack observed as her friend's elegant figure seemingly swam in what little was left of the setting moon's light. The unicorn climbed on the bed and sat carefully on its edge. She turned around but Applejack was already in the air.
Rarity lost her breath as the weight of the earth pony pinned her down on the hard mattress. Applejack had tackled her unceremoniously and now sat atop of her, her muscular legs holding the unicorn down firmly.
"What-" Rarity began but any other words were shoved back in her throat alongside Applejack's tongue. The unicorn's eyes flared open but soon closed as the familiar feeling of bliss overtook her mind.
"Whaa-" Rarity tried again but words failed her. The room spun madly madly as her breath became faster and more ragged.
"Your punishment," Applejack explained, breaking the kiss. She moved along Rarity's body, positioning herself atop the unicorn's haunches, and raised one of Rarity's hind legs.
The unicorn winced as fresh and relatively cold air washed over her soaked and still sensitive marehood. The feeling wasn't all unpleasant, however, and she bit her hoof to stifle a moan.
"I'm gonna show you the earth pony way to some mare-on-mare fun," Applejack declared, shuffling one of her legs between Rarity's thighs. Their back legs crossed, Applejack embraced the unicorn's raised leg firmly. "Down on the farm, we call it..." she paused for more drama, her eyes glimmering with lust, "scissor-humping." To punctuate her words, she gave her hips a strong buck.
Rarity's hearty moan reverberated in the room the instant Applejack's wet slit slid against hers. Either because of the previous intercourse with the farm pony, or because of the fact that the refined unicorn had never before enjoyed another mare in that way, immense pleasure filled Rarity's body, traveling directly down her spine, dissolving her mind instantly. The lust from the few hours before returned with all of its strength and Rarity raised her hips to help the earth pony.
Applejack welcomed the gesture and soon the two mares were moving in unison, the mixing of their juices filling the room with indecent noises.
It was definitely not the same as riding a sturdy stallion but Applejack found herself enjoying her unicorn partner much more than she would care to admit. She looked at her friend's horn and for a brief moment considered mounting herself on it, but discarded the idea altogether as another jerk of her hips sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.
As the fiery pleasure ignited between her thighs consumed more of her body, the frequency and strength of Applejack's movements increased steadily, fueling the fires of pleasure even further. She soon found herself fighting for breath with her mouth wide open and her tongue stuck out. Rarity was faring not much better herself, Applejack noticed. The unicorn's eyes were rolled to the back of her head, her ragged breathing barely filling her lungs with enough oxygen to sustain her consciousness.
And apparently some strands of it remained, manifesting in Rarity's horn illuminating the dark room. Applejack hardly knew what her lover tried to do with her magic but at that time she couldn't care less. She immediately leaned forward and grabbed the protruding structure in her mouth, giving it a long suck. The magic glow disappeared immediately, followed by a long gasp from the unicorn.
"I told you—the earth pony way," Applejack panted, increasing the strength of her humping. "No magic!" She flared her nostrils, feeling the pleasant warmth of fresh wetness gushing out from where Rarity's body connected to hers.
Applejack wiped the sweat off her forehead, thanking for her natural earth pony endurance and the countless hours of manual labor she had spent on her farm. If it weren't for them, she would have collapsed long ago. Instead, doing her best to ignore her burning hips, she was able to slowly but steadily increase the speed and strength of her movements. Rarity's mind seemed to have lost it the moment she had given her horn the last suck, and Applejack was sure it was only the unicorn's body responding to her rough affections by now.
Applejack couldn't help but shed a weak smile. For the reasons she couldn't fathom, this image of Rarity before her—with her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her tongue helplessly stuck out, her makeup ruined, her disheveled mane lying haphazardly all over the bed—looked cuter than she would care to admit, fueling her primal lust in ways she couldn't understand. She found herself leaning over the unicorn. Their breaths mingled for a while, until Applejack closed the gaps between their snouts. Her tongue tackled Rarity's, dancing their waltz inside their mouths.
The added sensation proved to be the final trigger the farm pony longed for. Applejack's mind blanked as wave after wave of excitement rocked her body, electrocuting her every nerve with pure and unrestrained bliss. Judging by the way Rarity's numb body gushed out juices of pleasure, the unicorn must have shared the experience.
After one final push of her hips, Applejack broke their kiss and dragged herself from Rarity's shivering body. For a moment she just lay there, shivering alongside her lover, recovering. A quick peek revealed Rarity having her eyes closed, her tongue still helplessly lolling from her mouth.
After she got the feeling back in her numb limbs, Applejack pushed Rarity in a more comfortable position, covering her with the dry side of the blanket. She then gave her friend a peck on the cheek and climbed next to her, embracing her and wrapping her tail around Rarity's.
Rarity lay on the mattress, her heavy breath gradually steadying, and Applejack couldn't help but offer a gentle smile to her dear friend and temporary lover. Being the Element of Honesty, she found herself surprised—but definitely glad—to be able to witness this Rarity now lying before her. Because, Applejack concluded, she was true. Her usual mask of politeness, culture and poise cast aside, she lay unconscious before the earth pony, naked both literary and proverbially. Applejack had no idea what the reason Rarity had invaded her room like a hungry timber wolf had been, but she appreciated Rainbow and Pinkie's honest act of love which prompted the unicorn to cast her mask aside and indulge in her desires.
Still smiling, Applejack looked at Rarity. The pale rays of the setting moon set on the fashionista's face, embracing it in the cold refined glow, making Rarity's white coat shine like a sheet of pearls. The earth pony drew a warm sigh. The magic of this night would—of this she had no doubts—fade in the morning, when Rarity would once again don her mask, casting her honest self in strict frames formed by high society she so desperately wanted to be part of. For now, though, Applejack didn't care for any of this. She pressed her lips gently to the unicorn's snout, and closed her eyes, drifting into the warm embrace of peaceful slumber.
***
Applejack opened her eyes the moment the first rays of sun set on her face. Her bed was empty, and for a while she couldn't understand why she felt emptiness in her heart. As her consciousness slowly regained, and the memories of the previous night fell to their respective place, she understood just what—or, for that matter, who—exactly she missed.
She shook her head, throwing the wet blanket from her body with a shrug. She was just about to go to the bathroom—situated uncomfortably at the far end of the corridor—when a flash of white in the corner of the room caught her eye.
Rarity sat in front of the nightstand, which now hosted a small mirror Applejack was sure as sugar hadn't been there before, restoring her make-up. When she noticed the earth pony stretching on the bed, she cast a warm smile towards Applejack. "Good morning, darling," she cooed. "Slept well?"
Applejack smirked at the line she had earlier greeted Rarity with, but said nothing as her mind was busy analyzing some important facts. Firstly, Rarity's coat was clean and sparkling, the effects of their night play hardly visible anymore. Secondly, the unicorn's mane was still wet, hanging limply from her head. A small assortment of grooming utensils formed a neat line on the nightstand, ready to be used in a particular order only Rarity would be able to remember.
Applejack scrunched her nose as a tornado of different feelings exploded in her heart. The one most potent filled her with warmth as she realized that Rarity had decided to come back to the farm pony's room after taking the trip to the bathroom and her own room for all her utensils.
Applejack smiled, realizing Rarity still waited for her reply. "Not bad. How 'bout you?"
"Oh, I had the most delightful of nights," Rarity said, her dreamy gaze passing the earth pony, looking somewhere in the distance. "All of which I owe to you." She winked playfully, eliciting a blush on Applejack's face.
"So what now?" the earth pony asked playfully. "We're marefriends, or what?"
Applejack's question was more of a mock than a serious inquiry—after all she was sure as sugar that her refined friend would not cast her high-society mask to go out with an honest-to-goodness farm pony. She was more than surprised when Rarity's cheerful expression gave way to a frown as Rarity bit her lip. Did her friend actually considered this silly idea? Applejack could hardly believe it.
Rarity turned her serious face at her friend. She was going to break bad news, Applejack could read it as clear as a day over her precious orchard. The earth pony was already expecting them but—as a wise pony said—hope dies last, and Rarity's fidgeting gave it extra fuel.
"Applejack, darling," Rarity smiled apologetically, showing sudden interest in her hooves, "as much as I enjoyed our night together, I do hope you will forgive me. Not only for forcing myself on you as I did. I really wasn't myself last night and I didn't mean anything more by it than... Well... What I'm trying to say is..."
Rarity continued her rambling but Applejack stopped paying it any heed. She knew it was bound to happen, she knew her cultured friend would not want to form a relationship with a mare, let alone a simple farm pony. Rarity had exceptionally high social standards to uphold. And she had her dreams. She had dreamed of meeting her knight in shining armor—her literal prince charming—at the Gala, which was to happen only a few short weeks from now. Applejack had known all of that ever since the fateful sleepover at Twilight's all those months ago.
Being the Element of Honesty had its drawbacks—Applejack, for instance, was physically unable to lie to herself. If she knew if for so long, however, why did hearing those words in person hurt so much?
Applejack bit her tongue. Anything to distract her aching heart. She forced herself to look at her friend. Rarity gazed at her, her cheeks graced with bright blush.
Applejack smiled apologetically, scratching the back of her neck. "Beg pardon? I kinda lost you there for a moment. Sorry."
"Oh, don't let me repeat that," Rarity pouted. Having noticed the serious expression on her friend's face, she sighed. "I was hoping our friendship would remain unaffected by my unforgivable behavior last night." She suddenly found her hooves more interesting than her friend's face. "And," she added, her cheeks getting redder than it seemed physically possible, "I was wondering if you would be interested in enriching it with some... erm... Benefits, as it were."
"Friends with benefits, huh?" Applejack scratched her chin. It reeked of temporality but, on the other hoof, was a proof that Rarity enjoyed herself last night, making the earth pony proud of her performance. Finally, Applejack smiled. "Eh, what do we have to lose, right?"
Rarity clapped her hooves and let out the most schoolfillish giggle the farm pony had ever heard. It was cute in its way and Applejack couldn't help but smile herself.
"I will have to ask you for one more thing, though." The unicorn's eyes narrowed slightly. "Would you mind terribly if we kept our new relationship and the events that transpired last night a secret?" A heavy blush returned to her cheeks but this time her eyes stay focused on Applejack as she eagerly awaited the farm pony's response.
Applejack mocked a frown. "Consarn it, Rarity, you just have to push it, ain't ya? You know how hard it's for me to... Act like that." She bit her tongue, swallowing the word that almost broke free. Which would be partially true anyway. Her face brightened up when she noticed Rarity's sad eyes, though. "I will do my best." She smiled.
Rarity's face lit up like a bonfire on Nightmare Night. She trotted to Applejack and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. "Thank you," she whispered straight to Applejack's ear, "for everything."
Applejack's cheeks flared with a heavy blush. She shook her head trying to cool her face. "Don't sweat it. Now rush to yer room, sugar cube. Or the girls will wake up and wonder what the hay you were doing in mine."
Rarity trotted elegantly towards the door, her grooming utensils hovering behind her. "Ta-ta. My boutique is always opened to you, darling. Every time of day or night. Especially night," she added with a wink and disappeared behind the door.
Applejack sat on her bed, the blush slowly disappearing as the rushed blood drained away from her face. Ultimately, the sudden encounter left her with more that she could have bargained for. Sure, acting and all was not her specialty but she could stand some of it if it meant making Rarity happy.
She sighed as she headed outside to the shared bathroom, a thought far darker lingering at the back of her head. Applejack was positive that after Rarity met her prince at the gala, their secret relationship would end soon after. She dipped her head in the basin of lukewarm water. It was no use worrying about that now. Perhaps the prince would not live up to Rarity's expectation?
She scolded herself for such thoughts and shook her head, splashing water on the floor. After such a night, she decided to seize the day for a change. Besides, she had much more important matter at hoof to attend to. The buffalo problem wasn't going to solve itself.
