Warm Bodies
2119, 28th of January, 1881.
Carousel Boutique, Ponyville.
Tension crackles through the bedroom like lambent lightning, and the snowy fields outside have absolutely nothing on the positively arctic atmosphere within the small, well kept bedroom. Though a string of hearth's warming baubles hang from the eaves, the mood within the room isn't particularly festive as the creaking of the door rings out like the sound of a dozen guns being brought to bear.
So it's going to be one of Those nights... Applejack thinks as she steps across the threshold into the darkened bedroom, and the ambient temperature drops by several degrees. Applejack looks toward the four poster bed, where a curled mass is rolled onto her side, lying beneath the covers. Applejack listens to the shallow, tense breathing of the other woman, and then pads across the carpet in her bedroom shoes, navigating her way over to the four poster bed with the ease of long experience, before turning around and sitting down heavily.
A little squeak bubbles up from the other side of the bed and Applejack turns to look at the curled up mass once more. The covers have slid back slightly and a chink in the curtains has allowed the moonlight to spill through onto pale shoulder-blades and an exquisite neck. Long lustrous purple locks flow down onto the pillow, and then further onto the sheets.
Ahh, maybe not quite that bad then, Applejack amends her earlier statement as she slides the shoulder straps of her work trousers off, the trousers themselves sliding down a few moments later to reveal long legs, toned by a life spent outdoors on the farm. Applejack then pulls back the covers, undershirt and knickers still on. Unlike her sorceress lover, Applejack cannot control the temperature within her vicinity, and the Carousel Boutique is not the warmest house in Ponyville.
She slides into bed and pulls the thick winter duvet up over herself, before she rolls over onto her side, so that her back is to the other woman. If Rarity wants to give her the silent treatment, then Applejack is perfectly happy to play that game all night long.
Applejack curls up, letting out an explosive sigh as she gazes at the closed door. Even now, the bed still feels far too big and empty.
“What were we fighting about?” The question is soft and tentative, like the first step out onto a minefield, and Applejack sighs, rolling onto her elbow to face Rarity, who is still gazing out of the window.
“I rightly don't remember. S' all a jumble in my brain to be honest with you.” Applejack lies softly, in the still quiet of night, and Rarity sighs softly.
“You are a wonderful woman Applejack, and a treasure, but you are a most terrible liar,” Rarity's voice is soft, with none of the reproach that Applejack had half feared, and then the woman rolls over to face Applejack, her crystal blue eyes piercing in the silvery moonlight. “You do not need to jump on every whispering mouth in Ponyville, it's a small village and small people gossip in small villages.”
“Sure they do, but they don't need to gossip about us, dear heart.” Applejack replies, her tone just slightly heated and Rarity sighs.
“That's as maybe, but I will not have you battering Golden H-”
Rarity's hand snaps up to her mouth, but the damage is done and Applejack's eyes narrow in anger.
“I knew it, I jus' absolutely knew it... in the morning I'm gonna have a word with that woman!” Applejack growls, and Rarity hisses irritably.
“Applejack! You can't go around pummelling people for casting slurs on your reputation!” Rarity hisses
“'taint my reputation I care overmuch about!” Applejack shoots back, and there's a surprised gasp from the other side of the bed. “You're makin' these pretty gowns and people are buyin them. How long d'ya reckon that's gonna last if word gets out that you're...”
“A lesbian, Applejack. I would have thought you of all people would have no difficulty with appropriate language,” Rarity says, but there's warmth in her voice that wasn't there a few moments ago. “Ultimately, people will gossip and there's not a great deal we can do about that. People have always gossiped and they always will. My clientele understands that, as long as the rumours are kept to a manageable level...”
Rarity shifts closer, placing her warm hand on Applejack's left cheek.
“Besides, in truth, I don't care about Golden Harvest, or her opinions, and I look forward to teaching her a lesson or two about why you don't tell fanciful stories.” Rarity's smile is positively devilish and Applejack tilts her head.
“Didn't you just get done telling me I couldn't punish them for spreadin' rumours?”
“No dear, I said you couldn't pummel them for spreading rumours. We're all playing a game here Applejack, and there are rules. Golden Harvest has decided she wants to play by Canterlot rules is all.” Rarity seems to quiver, as though in excitement, and the gleam in her eyes becomes feral as her hand slides down to gently squeeze Applejack's toned bottom. “I Adore Canterlot rules.”
“Pardon my candor, but the way I see it, that don't make a lick of sense.” Applejack replies softly as she shifts in reply, her arm looping gently around the small of Rarity's back.
“Mmm, I suppose not. But I think I've wasted more time than I'm prepared to admit talking about Golden Harvest tonight. I have other things more worthy of my attention.” With this, a spark jolts from Rarity's fingers into Applejack's backside, making the farmer squeak and tense, pulling the fasionista in close, pressing Applejack's powerful body against Rarity's sleeker, more graceful figure. Rarity's smaller breasts press gently against Applejack's shirt, sending sparks dancing up Applejack's spine as she feels the other woman's silky skin and her pebble-like nipples, even through Applejack's thin shirt.
“More worthy of your attention? How many things?” Applejack asks, gazing at Rarity through hooded eyes, and Rarity giggles a soft tinkling little giggle that sounds like the ringing of a silver bell, before rolling Applejack onto her back and clambering on top of her.
“Mmn, I can think of at least four.” Rarity hisses, before the hand caressing Applejack's backside rises to her shoulderblades, whilst the sorceress' other hand rises to cup the back of Applejack's head. The two share a smouldering look, before Rarity pulls Applejack into a tight embrace, and lips lock into a passionate kiss. Applejack's mind quivers around the edges as she feels Rarity's tongue pressing against her lips, entreating for entry, and Applejack opens her mouth to reply, her own toungue moving in response, and both tongues curl into each other into a passionate dance. Applejack's hands wrap tight around the other woman as the two kiss hungrily, desperately.
Applejack's eyes flutter closed beneath the onslaught of Rarity's kisses and she releases a low hungry moan as she feels silky skin against her callused hands, skin that burns with an inner fire. Applejack pulls away to catch a quickly gasped breath, before plunging back into the kiss. Lightning crackles up Applejack's skin, and the heat of Rarity's body washes over her like a torrent as Applejack returns each kiss, and hunger burns behind their closed eyelids.
“Mhmm, four.” Rarity says, pulling back from the kiss, her hooded eyes aflame with passion. Applejack only has a second to feel the crackle of lambent magic in the air before her arms are suddenly dragged from around Rarity's body, yanked to the bedposts and then dragged upward as though Applejack is little more than a marionette, until the woman is standing upon the pillows at the head of the bed. Rarity rises with Applejack, her grin widening as she gazes at Applejack, who is looking from the glowing field holding her restrained to her paramour.
“Hey Rares, this, uh... this a new thing?”
“You could say that.” Rarity says as she slowly walks toward AJ. There is a faint glitter to her eyes that sends a not entirely unpleasant chill rippling up Applejack's spine, and she feels dreadfully exposed in her thin cotton shirt and knickers, but then again... Applejack's eyes drink in the sight of her approaching sorceress lover, lit only by the silvery light of the moon and the blue glow of her wrist restraints.
Rarity's already milky pale skin is bleached almost white, and the dancing moonlight and flowing shadows highlight the sensuous curves of her hips and bust. A faint flush glows across her chest and her normally immaculate hair is already slightly tousled by the force of their embrace. Applejack's eyes devour those small, pert breasts, with their darkened aureolae and slightly raised nipples, and as Applejack's eyes drift downward, she notices a tiny gleam between the other woman's legs that sends a happy little quiver through AJ's own body.
“A little mmm experimentation never did anyone any harm, Applejack. I think you will enjoy this as well, when we get right down to it.” With that, Rarity glides up to the restrained farmer and starts to kiss Applejack's cheeks in slow gentle chaste pecks that make Applejack try to turn her head to reply, only for Rarity to start drop down and start administering kisses that are anything but chaste in nature, delivering a series of little pecks along Applejack's jawline to her throat, each one sending a dancing shower of sparks through Applejack's veins.
When Rarity reaches her neck, the kisses become more fluid and lingering, each one interspersed with the occasional gentle love-nip. Applejack shivers as pleasure ripples through her. She's always known Rarity was one for the tease, but she can't begrudge the woman for it, Rarity seems to know exactly what she's doing, and the end is all the more explosive for the beginning being dragged out a bit.
Applejack tilts her head back in reply as a line of kisses travel down her throat to the collar of her shirt, and a shivery little gasp ripples from her throat as Rarity reaches down with one hand to squeeze Applejack's generous posterior. Rarity's hand then snakes back up the centreline of Applejack's shirt, and as though that caress was some kind of trigger, the buttons of Applejack's shirt all come undone at once and Rarity's smile is like that of the freshly risen sun as she slides Applejack's shirt to the side, revealing Applejack's rather more generous breasts.
Rarity starts to kiss her way downward, down to Applejack's cleavage, and from there she starts to kiss the right breast, working her way round in slow, languid spirals that draw ever closer to the pebbled peak of Applejack's right nipple. All the while, Rarity's hand works its evil magic upon Applejack's left breast, kneading and caressing, occasionally the thumb sweeps across the nipple and makes Applejack twitch faintly with pleasure, before Rarity's teasing kisses finally make their way to the inner whirls of the spiral, and then she flicks her tongue across Applejack's nipple, making the other woman gasp hungrily as that hot wet tongue sweeps across her nipple and sends raw lightning coursing up Applejack's spine. Each swipe of the tongue makes Applejack tremble, and the heat between her legs start to grow exponentially as she inhales the faint but unmistakable tang of Rarity's desire.
Rarity then pulls away from Applejack's left breast, causing Applejack's brief moan of pleasure to transform into a groan of disappointment, but Rarity merely smiles and continues kissing her way down Applejack's ribcage toward her belly button, and her blue eyes blaze with mingled delight and hunger as they gaze squarely up at the other woman, and Applejack is all too aware of her own cheeks heating up as she stares down at Rarity, her own eyes equally imploring as she begs her lover to go further.
Rarity does not disappoint.
Her mouth continues its leisurely progress downward, halting just above Applejack's glistening slit, and then she slowly start to draw her tongue around the sides in slow, gentle strokes moving ever downward, ever closer to Applejack's slit. Applejack bites back a piteous, pleading whine that makes Rarity chuckle before she finally decides that Applejack has been teased enough and so the tongue slowly slips downward, a hot wet point of pleasure drawing a low breathless moan from between Applejack's lips as her world starts to waver at the edges and her skin prickles slightly.
Applejack looks down with hooded eyes, her thighs trembling and her breath hitching in her throat. With each slow and oh-so tender lick, Applejack feels like her world is starting to come apart at the seams. She has no idea how Rarity ever got so good at this.
Rarity’s tongue flicks lightly across the small button at the top of Applejack’s sex, and Applejack gasps, her legs quivering as she tugs at the restraints. She can feel something building between her legs as sparks of pleasure dance up her spine. Her chest heaves as she feels her climax drawing inexorably nearer.
“Mmmm… don’t stop, please.” She begs Rarity, whose eyes flash devillishly as she continues licking, her tongue pushing into Applejack’s slit. Appljack’s eyes snap wide at the flick of the tongue inside her, each stroke striking one of her sweet spots and making Applejack’s knees weak.
Applejack moans out once more, feeling the glorious sensations building and she bites her lip, trying to bite back a sharp moan of absolute delight as she feels that warm, wet toungue probing into her very core.
Applejack throws her head back, her arms shaking as the restraints continue to hold her up. Her mind doesn’t seem to be able to string thoughts together in the face of the steadily rising pleasure, until finally she tumbles over the edge
“Sugarcube… don’t you dare sto-oh-ohhhhh…” Language deserts her beneath the crushing wave of pleasure that hammers through her, and her legs suddenly give out as her mind suddenly gives way, and she’s swept away on a roiling tide of pleasure. She’s dimly aware of her hips bucking, and words tripping from her lips as she climaxes, but she can’t seem to piece two thoughts together as she climaxes hard.
After a moment or an eternity, Applejack comes to her senses to find Rarity pulling her into an embrace and leaning in for a kiss. Applejack leans in in reply, gently pressing her lips to Rarity’s. There’s a strange bitter taste to Rarity’s lips, and Applejack opens her eyes to see that Rarity’s face is streaked with her juices. Applejack kisses Rarity, her toungue pressing against Rarity’s in a furious duel for dominance.
“Mmm… you always surprise me with how good you are…” Applejack whispers as she stretches out langorously.
“I’m glad you appreciate it… and you can’t deny, this particular instance of experimentation was a lot of fun.” Rarity says, her voice low and throaty and Applejack grins up at her.
“Mmhm, it was…” Applejack says, her hands drifting down to the small of Rarity’s back. “Now it’s your turn,” She breathes, rolling Rarity onto her back as her right hand slowly creeps downward toward Rarity’s sex.
“Really Applejack… we outgrew that when we were seventeen” Rarity says, though her eyes gleam as Applejack’s fingers dance across her abdomen.
Oh really? Applejack’s smile is devilish as her hand suddenly snakes down to Rarity’s side and She leans in and wiggles her fingers against Rarity’s side and the sorceress shrieks with laughter, her hands shoving at Applejack’s head, her back arching as Applejack furiously tickles the other woman's sides, sliding up and using her strength to pin the slender sorceress down, but this is more difficult than Applejack would have expected. Rarity is not that much shorter than Applejack, and she's lithe and supple where Applejack is toned and tanned by a life spent out-doors. Every time Applejack manages to snatch an arm or a leg, Rarity seems to twist out of her grip as sinuously as a snake, her eyes flashing with amusement, and the fact that her skin is slicked with sweat and other moisture doesn't help matters, but finally Applejack manages to snatch Rarity's hands and lift them above her head.
“You just going to look dear heart?” Rarity asks as Applejack leans back, taking a moment to admire the gloriously naked, absolutely ravishing beauty. Wreathed in silvery moonlight and shining with sweat, her hair slicked to her skin, she looks almost like a spirit.
“Oh I plan to do considerably more than look, lovely lady,” Applejack's grin is terrifying to behold as she looks Rarity up and down as lasciviously as possible. Rarity quivers slightly beneath the farm-girl's gaze as Applejack slowly draws two fingers from collarbone, down through the middle of Rarity's cleavage, and then on downward in a long caress that flows past Rarity's belly, toward her glistening womanhood.
Applejack's fingers reach Rarity's slit and she locks eyes on Rarity, whose own eyes are wide and expectant, her lips halfway open. Applejack then releases Rarity's hands, her other hand descending to the small of Rarity's back. Rarity's own arms lift and she pulls Applejack down toward her.
“Do it.” Rarity says, her tone surprisingly direct and Applejack blinks.
“I was just gonna take it nice and-”
“You've been busy on the farm all week Applejack, your sudden tendency towards delicacy is nice but sometimes a Lady wants to be-”
Applejack never discovers what a lady sometimes wants to be, for Rarity's words are lost in a sudden breathy gasp as Applejack's fingers slide into her tight, well lubricated passage. Rarity's hips buck slightly as Applejack's fingers burrow into her, curling slightly.
“Better?” Applejack asks archly, and Rarity's reply is a low sensual moan that cuts off into a sudden squeak as Applejack's thumb swipes across Rarity's clitoris.
“Thought so.” Applejack mutters, almost to herself as she leans in to start kissing Rarity's neck. Rarity tilts her head back, her hand grabbing Applejack and holding her close as Applejack passionately kisses Rarity's neck, interspersing it with gentle love nips here and there as her fingers work faster and harder, pumping out of Rarity and making the fashionista's back arch and her legs shake at the glorious contact.
Applejack smiles hungrily, her own legs tangling in the bedsheets as she hunts for purchase. Each time Rarity moans, Applejack feels her heart seem to quiver slightly in sympathy.
“Harder!” Rarity gasps, and Applejack stops.
“Harder? Rarity I-” Applejack lifts her head away from Rarity's neck, her fingers stopping to a whine of discontent from Rarity.
“I'm not made of glass Applejack, Do it!” Rarity protests beneath her paramour.
“This just ain't like you, what's-” Applejack is suddenly shushed by a finger against her lips.
“No questions... please... just fuck me.” Rarity whispers pleadingly and Applejack tilts her head, but then she curls her fingers inside Rarity.
“Shhh... jus lie back... let ol' Jackie take care of you.” She whispers gently, reassuring the other woman, stroking her shoulder. Applejack is not a dunce, she's able to tell that something is going on here, but long experience has taught her that the post-orgasmic blissful haze is a far better climate for telling truths and discussion than the tightly wrapped tension of coitus interruptus.
With that in mind she slides her fingers deeper, hunting for that special sweet spot. A sudden tightening of Rarity's grip against her back and a sudden shivering gasp lets Applejack know that she's found it. Rarity's hips buck and she throws her head back as her slit clenches around Applejack's questing fingers. Applejack bites back a gasp of pleasure as she grips her climaxing girlfriend close.
Rarity writhes through her climax, trembling against Applejack before sagging back against the bed, her eyes closed for a long moment. Applejack rolls off of Rarity, lying down on her side next to her blissed-out lover. A moment later, Rarity opens her eyes and smiles weakly at Applejack, her face sweaty, flushed and exhilerated.
“Mmm... you always know how to chase the cobwebs out Applejack... My whole life flashed before my eyes when I came...” Rarity says blearily and Applejack clicks her tongue softly.
“What's up Rarity?” Applejack asks, and Rarity sighs.
“Do we have to? I'd like to hold on to this feeling for a bit longer...” She says, but then as Applejack fixes her with a level look, the fashionista lowers her eyes.
“I keep abreast of goings on abroad, as I'm sure you're aware.” Rarity says after a moment, and Applejack nods in understanding. No further explanation is necessary as she enfolds Rarity into a caring hug.
“You worry about our crazy little Princess too much...” Applejack says, more to try and be reassuring than because she actually believes what she's saying. “You heard her givin' that speech, sounds like she's kickin' ass and takin' names out there.”
Rarity nods slowly. “Mmm, it is the... kicking of ass, as you say, that worries me,” She sits up in bed, her eyes slightly glazed “This is Twilight we're talking about... I don't want her to get hurt in all the beastliness going on in the Khanate.”
“I'm sure she'll be fine, seriously, you worry about her about as much as her mother does.” Applejack says as she sits up next to Rarity, and the Fashionista harrumphs.
“And don't tell me there's not a little piece of Applejack Apple that doesn't feel more than a little concerned about our friend.” Rarity holds Applejack's hand.
“Well I guess...” Applejack sighs after a moment, holding Rarity's hand as she closes her eyes, exhaling slowly as sleep whispers in close.