Rarity tries to help Applejack on the farm, but ends up being the one who needs help.
Rarity and Applejack have been dating for about a month when Apple Bloom and Big Mac leave town for the day, leaving Applejack to do her share of farm work by herself. Rarity has seen Applejack take the world on her shoulders, and offers a helping hand. While the day goes well, a storm in the middle of the night forces Rarity to deal with her fears of getting her hands dirty head on.
First piece I'm uploading here! Very excited to share it. It's short and sweet, very slice of life. Hope you enjoy!
Now featuring a part two! Applejack can't keep her mind off of Rarity... and Rarity isn't making that any easier.
"Well, Sugarcube, I gotta say that I'm impressed," Applejack said. The springs of her bed creaked as she flopped down on her back. "I don't think I've ever seen you sweat so much in one day."
Rarity stepped through the door as she fiddled with her r velvet sleeping cap. She had changed out of her messy overalls of the day before, and instead had changed into her pajamas. Admittedly, she felt a bit underdressed in front of her girlfriend of less than a month, but she supposed Applejacks hand-me-down flannel and boxers weren't exactly the height of fashion either.
She placed her hands on her hips and smirked at Applejack as she approached the bed.
"What, you weren't expecting the prettiest girl in Ponyville to match up to your handiwork?" she teased, flexing a soft arm at her partner. Applejack chuckled.
"Hush up and get into bed, Doll," she fired back. Rarity stuck her tongue out at her before sliding under the covers.
Laying together with the lights off, Rarity let out a deep sigh and leaned her head against Applejack's chest, careful not to poke her with her horn. Her partner responded with a barrage of small kisses against the top of her head. Rarity giggled and wrapped another arm around her. Being a bit on the taller side herself, Rarity wasn't used to having a bigger partner, but Applejack's bulky frame and over 6 feet in height were certainly a welcome change of pace.
"Seriously though, you did good work today, Sugarcube. I thought you hated gettin' your hands dirty," Applejack said. The deep vibrations from her chest against her ear sent a shiver down Rarity's spine.
"Well… I do," she said. "But you needed help, dear, with Applebloom and Big Mac out for the day. I couldn't just let my big strong lady do it all by herself!" she rubbed Applejack's cheek like she was a powerful work animal. "And with my magic I hardly have to lift a finger, after all," she added.
"That thing is pretty helpful," Applejack said. She poked the tip of Rarity's horn, sending a small jolt through her body that Applejack didn't seem to notice. "I'll have to put you to work here more often," she teased.
"Let's not make a habit of it," Rarity laughed nervously. "Not that I don't love the company, of course. It takes a lot out of a girl to work like that, you know!"
Applejack chuckled and stretched out her whole body, her joints cracking from top to bottom. "You're tellin' me."
It took the two a bit of tossing and turning to get comfortable, but Applejack was the first of them to fall asleep, quickly falling into a deep snore. Rarity, meanwhile, laid awake but dreary. Applejack laid on her back, but held an arm around Rarity for her to use as a pillow. Her legs hurt from thigh to hoof, her back ached and she had a dull headache from using her magic all day. But she understood why Applejack liked the work; it was nothing like running a boutique, but she was able to appreciate the product of a hard days work. And she especially appreciated the sight of her girlfriend working hard.
More than anything, though, Rarity wanted Applejack to know that she was dependable. Even if they had been dating for less than a month, they had been friends (and something in between, briefly) for much longer. Watching her try to take the weight of the world sometimes hurt.
On the other hand, an afternoon of the ranch life had taken a lot out of her mentally. Dealing with dirt and the smell of animals made her skin itch, and any time she felt the wet pantleg her mud splattered overalls touch her bare skin, she wanted to gag. She was just glad that Applejack seemed to respect her running off to wash her hands every thirty minutes.
Applejack rolled over in her sleep, muttering something under her breath as she spooned Rarity. Warmth enveloped her, both from her bigger partner behind her and from her own blush. She took a deep breath. Somewhere far away, an owl hooted. Wind blew through the apple trees, leaving the sound of rustling leaves in its wake. Crickets sung their songs to each other, a beautiful melody beyond anyone's understanding. Tonight was a good night.
Rarity was awoken suddenly to a stiff hand on her shoulder, shaking her from her dreams.
"Rarity, Sugarcube, wake up," Applejack said in a harsh whisper. Her eyes creeped open to a dark room and her girlfriend's concerned face. A sudden crash of lightning made them both jump, and only then did Rarity recognize the sound of rain pouring down against the roof.
"Applejack, darling, whats going on? It the middle of the night," Rarity protested sleepily.
"Power's out. Without it, the heaters for the animals will go out n' the basement'll flood," she explained. "I need to get those generators runnin', but I can't do it by myself. I need you to come outside with me n' help me get em started," she said.
Rarity sighed and stretched out, rubbing her eyes to try and summon a bit of energy. Her sore joints yelled at her to lie back down, and her brain wanted nothing to do with the storm outside right now. Worse yet, she felt the familiar drain of having overused her magic the day before.
She looked to Applejacks tense brow and anxious posture, feeling an ache in her heart, and gave her the warmest smile she could muster at the moment. "I suppose we don't want Granny Smith to wake up to a foot of water in the house, now would we?" she said. Applejacks face lit up with a much more befitting toothy grin.
As they stepped out into the wind and rain, everything in Rarity's mind screamed about how easy it would be to get hurt, or to catch a cold, or whatever else flew through her thoughts. To drown it out, she tried to focus on the view of her partner in front of her. Despite the harsh wind that felt like it could pick her up and lift her away at any moment, Applejack seemed unphased.
"Okay Doll, I'll get the generator from inside, there should be a thing of gas in the shed 'round back. Think you can grab it for me?" she asked. Rarity nodded and started off towards the shed.
The path to the back of the shed clearly hadn't been used as much as the others at Sweet Apple Acres. The grass was overgrown and brushed past Rarity's ankles as she walked.
You'll get ticks, her brain told her.
The handle to the shed had rusted pretty heavily, and the hinges groaned as she threw the door open and stepped inside.
You'll cut yourself and get tetanus.
Among the dank scent of dust in the shed was a familiar acrid scent of gasoline as Rarity picked up the red jerrycan. Carefully, Rarity made her way back over to where Applejack was hooking the generator up to the side of the barn, the heavy jug offsetting her balance a bit.
If you trip and spill it, Applejack will-
"Thank you kindly, Sugarcube. Just pour it in there," Applejack gestured to the open cap on top of the generator. Rarity noticed the generator was a bit outdated; rust crept up the sides and a cobweb or two dressed the top. Carefully, she tipped the jug, spilling a drop or two off the sides at first.
It'll catch a spark and light you on fire.
"You're sure these things aren't dangerous, Dear?" Rarity asked. Applejack chuckled.
"Naw, if they were gonna blow up on us they would have done that a long while ago," she reassured as she pulled the ripcord with all her strength. Rarity caught her eye for just a moment and hoped she couldn't read how genuinely concerned she was about the possibility.
"Woooooowee!" Applejack said as the machine hummed to life, loud as an engine. "Alright, now we just got the one for the house, n' then we'll get toasty as a fresh apple fritter," she said with a big grin. Rarity plucked at the fuzz in her pockets and stared at her toes and muddy shins. Even her own hands felt alien to her, each drop of rain pushed her further down into her own thoughts.
Applejack elbowed her gently, bringing her out of her own head. "You okay Doll? Need a breather?" she asked. Rarity shook her head, making the decision before she could think. She told herself it would only be a few more minutes, that she could bear it for her girlfriend.
The cold will give you both hypothermia.
The backside of the house was mostly bare of grass, instead being a muddy patch of dirt with a couple of stray stones. Her shoes squelched in the mud and threatened to get left behind in her stride entirely. Applejack crouched down, not fearing the mud or the rain running off the roof.
She'll fall and crack her head on the generator.
You'll spill the gas on her and light her on fire.
"M'kay Sugarcube, come around this side. Just like last time," Applejack said gently. Rarity stepped around Applejack, but missed a particularly slick patch of mud. In an instant, she was down in the mud, barely having caught herself with her knees and free hand. A sharp pain rang through her shin, and she looked down to see a fresh cut.
It'll get infected.
You'll have to cut the leg off.
You'll get a parasite.
"Rarity, darlin, you ok?" Applejack quickly moved to help her girlfriend up with one strong hand.
"Lets just get this done," Rarity croaked.
"Yeehaw!" Applejack howled as she stepped into the kitchen, the lights in the house turning on at last. She shook the rain out of her hat and hung it up to dry on the coatrack. "I don't know about you doll, but I ain't steppin back out even if the house starts burnin' down!"
Rarity stood just inside the house and stared at nothing, shivering in her shoes. Her fists were clenched so hard her nails dug into her palm. Applejack turned to her partner and her posture instantly dropped.
"Rarity, hey, Sugarcube, what's wrong?" she said in a light tone. Rarity's lip quivered and tears slowly dripped down her face, but words didn't leave her mouth. "Are you ok? Can you speak?" Rarity shook her head in an almost unseeable motion.
"Everythin' get too much for ya?" Rarity nodded this time.
"Was it somethin' I said?" Another no.
"Can I take ya upstairs for a bath?" Rarity gave a slightly more enthusiastic yes.
"Can I carry you?" Rarity outstretched her arms in response. Applejack scooped her up off the ground in one motion, holding her bridal style as she carried her up the stairs.
"Wait right there, Sugarcube. The water takes a hot second to get warm. I'll go grab some stuff for ya," Applejack said, leaving Rarity with a quick soft kiss on the head, before shutting the door gently behind her. As soon as the door closed, Rarity sat on the edge of the tub and held her head in her hands, trying to gather her bearings. She hoped the sound of her wild sobbing didn't echo off the walls of the bathroom as she let out everything inside her head in the only form she knew how.
It wasn't pretty; it was a gutural, almost instinctual feeling that washed over her and told her to weep. She sat there for a while, curled at the edge of the tub shaking, letting her breaths fall unevenly in her lungs. Waves of panic rose and fell, slowly leaving her body until eventually the thought of opening her eyes wasn't too much to bear. She took slow, shaky breaths in and out, stabilizing herself in the reality of what surrounded her. There was a fluffy pink rug. The wall paper was sheep printed. There was a sink with a wooden counter, aged and well loved.
After she felt sufficiently cried out, she wiped her face and stripped down to step into the tub. It certainly wouldn't be anything Applejack hadn't seen before, of course, but she still felt a bit vulnerable alone by herself in the tub.
It was a few more minutes of distant cluttering and footsteps when Applejack entered the room again slowly, various supplies and towels piled high in her arms.
"Sorry I took so long, Doll, I didn't know if you'd wanna do your whole routine again, or just use shampoo, so I brought the whole bag. There's also some stuff in here to clean up that nasty gash on your leg… ooh, and look! I borrowed a bath bomb from Apple Bloom! Its…" Applejack turned it over in her hand, looking for a label. "...It smells like apples!"
Rarity giggled as she leaned over the edge of the tub. Applejacks face flushed the slightest bit as she busied herself putting down the stuff for the bath.
"S'ok if you still don't feel like talkin', I can step out a beat if you need me to," Applejack said. She stood awkwardly, unsure of how to hold herself.
"It's okay, thank you darling. I suppose I should explain my… outburst, of sorts."
"Only if you feel like talkin' Sugarcube. I just want you to rest your hooves a minute, m'kay?" Applejack smiled at her, a twinge of concern in her eyes.
"I'd like to wash up a bit… you should probably do the same, Darling," Rarity suggested.
"Of course, I was gonna use the downstairs-"
"But I don't exactly want to be alone right now, Dear," Rarity admitted.
"S'alright! I'll just get in after you."
Rarity raised an eyebrow at Applejack. Applejack pulled at her collar. "Now, Darling, there's no need for modesty! This tub is plenty big, after all…"
"Are… we can't, uh, both fit in there, Rare," Applejack protested, her face flushing. The corners of her mouth curling up into a smile didn't help her case, however.
Rarity sat up a bit, looking over her shoulder. "I don't know about you, but I think there's plenty of room for a handsome, hunky cowgirl right there, hm?" she pointed to the space behind her. "I'm not up for much else, but a big strong lady holding me would certainly improve my mood right about now."
Applejack chuckled. "Darlin' my back feels like it'll snap like a twig if I try to do somethin' more than sit down."
Clumsily, Applejack found her way out of the jeans she had thrown on earlier, hissing a curse under her breath as they got caught around one ankle. Eventually, she was free of her muddy clothes and holding an arm over her chest, as if it would provide any level of modesty to the situation. Rarity lifted herself up out of the water just enough so that Applejack could slide in behind her, the water level rising dangerously high as she got in.
"Great Celestia, that's just what I needed," Applejack sighed as she sank back into the warm water. Rarity settled down in her lap, then leaned back to rest her whole body against her. Applejack threw an arm lazily around her waist and pulled her in closer.
The two laid there for what felt like an hour in the silence. Rarity could have fallen asleep there, her head perfectly against Applejacks chest, the only sound in the world her steady deep breaths. At first Applejack was stiff, a bit anxious about the intimacy of the situation, but eventually she relaxed. Rarity was the one to break the silence.
"You were right, this does smell like apples," Rarity said.
"Good. I wasn't really sure what the label said, but that's usually what Apple Bloom has me buy her," she said. "If it smelled like peaches, I would have looked real silly."
The two laughed together. Rarity cleared her throat.
"I'm sorry about earlier, Darling," she began. "I've always… well, it's no secret I'm not fond of getting my hands dirty, but its not just about vanity."
"What'dya mean, Sugarcube?"
"Well… the entire time we were out there, all I could worry about was 'What if something happened to me? What if the generator explodes, what if I get gasoline in my mouth somehow and die, what if that cut gets infected, what if…'" Rarity's sentence trailed off. Applejack rubbed her waist slowly.
"Darlin' you know I'd never let anything happen to you."
"Well of course," Rarity smiled. "But it doesn't change that those thoughts still come. Normally, I can block them out, but… it was a long day for me."
"Lots of those thoughts?" she asked. Rarity nodded. "I'm sorry I pushed you, Doll, I panicked when I saw the power was out, n' I guess I coulda just done it myself but usually have Big Mac there to help me, and-"
"It's okay, Applejack. Really, it is. I pushed myself, I should have known my own limits and gone inside when I knew it was too much," Rarity said. She sighed deeply and held Applejack's free hand under the water. "I guess… I just didn't want you to feel underappreciated, Darling. You're always the big strong one, and that's fine, but I wanted you to know those strong shoulders of yours don't have to always work on overtime for everybody else. That's all I could think about all day that… that I didn't want you to think I'd sit back and let you do everything yourself," Rarity sighed deeply and squeezed Applejack's hand. Applejack planted a few kisses against Rarity's scalp.
"Darlin'... I appreciate everything you did today, n' I'm really proud of you for working so hard, but… I don't wanna see you like that again. I mean, not that you can't be upset, or feel that way, but I don't want you to push yourself like that for my sake. You're too important to me for me to stand by and watch you push yourself to the brink for me, y'hear?"
"I hear," she replied.
Rarity smiled and looked up into Applejack's soft green eyes. They stayed like that for a long moment, staring at each other, Rarity wrapped up in her arms and never more at home than right this moment.
"Applejack?"
"Mhm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Rarity," Applejack's smile was a beam of fresh sunlight directly onto Rarity's heart. "God, I love you so fuckin' much, Sugarcube. I think I've been waitin' all day to say that," she said, kissing Rarity wherever was within reach. She laughed and tried however she could to get closer to Applejack, eventually settling to roll over so they were face to face, Rarity up on her knees, looking more directly into each others eyes.
"I do still want to clean up that cut I got earlier. This bath was just what I needed though."
"Well do you wanna do it now?"
"Oh heavens no, I'm not done with you yet," Rarity said, before pulling Applejack into a long kiss.
In the morning, they awoke to the rising sun and the sound of roosters, a bit of an oddity to Rarity. It took them a while to get up, Rarity not being a morning person and Applejack liking the comfort of her girlfriend's arms too much to go downstairs. But they both bolted up once they heard Granny Smith calling from downstairs, figuring it was best not to leave the old woman waiting to make breakfast by herself.
Rarity took a seat at the table, despite insisting she was more than capable of helping out in the kitchen.
"Now now, I will have no guest in my home make their own breakfast!" Granny Smith told her, pulling out a chair at the breakfast table. Rarity eventually gave in, letting the two cook for her.
"Darling, I would die to eat these pancakes again," Rarity said after finishing a mouthful.
"Aw, shucks, it's just the old family recipe, Sugarcube." Applejack scratched the back of her head bashfully.
Rarity leaned in closer to Applejack as Granny Smith stepped out to clean up. "Thank you again for last night, you're such a sweetheart," she said, looking up into Applejack's eyes.
"You don't need to thank me, hun, I woulda done that for you any night. Plus, havin' the prettiest girl in Ponyville on my lap in a warm bath is just about my description of how I wanna die," she said, pulling Rarity closer with a lazy arm.
"Don't think I didn't notice how much you enjoyed that, Darling," Rarity teased.
"The feeling is mutual, Sugarcube." Applejack ran a hand through her partner's hair, intentionally lingering around her horn for a beat. Involuntarily, Rarity let out a high pitched sigh, and quickly covered her mouth. "What, you like that or somethin'?"
"M-maybe," she said bashfully. In response, Applejack grabbed it, her grip firm but tender. Rarity practically melted into her hands, her legs shaking as she tried to keep quiet.
Applejack leaned down, still grabbing her by the horn and planted a rough kiss or two against her neck. She whispered in Rarity's ear, her voice almost a growl. "Darling, if it was just us in this house, you know I'd put you on this table and-"
"Applejack! Get your hindquarters in here and help me clean up!" Granny Smith called. Applejack bolted up like a drill sergeant just called her, and winked at Rarity as she walked off into the kitchen. Rarity sipped her apple juice, crossed her legs and pretended the dining room didn't feel ten degrees warmer.
Later on, Rarity had gathered her things and was on the lawn holding Applejack's hand, strolling down the path towards the town as her girlfriend swung their arms together idly.
"I wish I could stay a bit longer, Darling, but Sweetiebelle needs me to fix up some dresses for her next recital."
"Y'sure you couldn't use a bit of help with, Sugarcube? I'm not the best with a sewing machine, but I'm sure you could find a use for me somewhere," Applejack said. "Maybe if you need to destress?" she added, nudging Rarity a bit.
"That's very sweet of you, Darling, but I need some time to cool off. Last night was a lot for me," she admitted.
"Of course, Doll. Get some rest, y'hear?"
"I will. You certainly helped me calm down last night, though. Thank you again, for everything." Now it was Applejack's turn to blush, kicking at the dirt sheepishly with a hoof.
"Aw, shucks, it was nothin', really. I'd do that for you anytime, Rarity."
The two stopped in their tracks for a moment, just enjoying the company of each other's eyes. Rarity let out a deep, comfortable sigh. Morning birds chirped in the distance. A fresh breeze blew over the world, letting the leaves on the trees sing a gentle melody. This was a good morning.
It was a quiet night at Sweet Apple Acres. The storms of the night prior had given way to a clear, starry sky. In the distance a melody of crickets, cicadas, and the occasional owl backed the serene silence of the night. The entire house had gone to sleep.
The entire entire house, except for Applejack.
The bulky farmhand laid half awake, tossing and turning under her sheets. Her brow was doused in sweat, despite the mild temperature in the house around her. Unconsciously, her hips bucked forwards as she laid on her side, as if the suggestion of friction would cure her woes. And yet, she remained awake, desperately longing for something to relieve her.
“Fuck, goddamnit… Rarity, Sugarcube…” Applejack muttered under her breath as she clutched her sheets with a steel grip. Despite having been gone for a whole day, her sheets still clung to the strong, floral smell of Rarity’s perfume, filling Applejack’s head with nothing but thoughts of the day they shared prior.
It had been stressful, sure, Applejack was worried about Rarity and it was never fun getting rained on. She felt bad she let someone she cared about as much as Rarity get to the point of a breakdown under her watch. But sharing a bath with Rarity on her lap afterwards seemed to have awakened something in her. It wasn’t that the two hadn’t been involved in that way before; far from it, actually. The two were no stranger to sneaking off to the barn in Sweet Apple Acres, stealing a few minutes at Rarity’s boutique, or even the bathroom at the Grand Galloping Gala. They had been hooking up longer than they had been dating, after all.
However, Applejack just couldn't kick a certain feeling. She wanted to spoil Rarity, in and out of the bedroom. Carrying her up the stairs was just the tip of the iceberg. She wanted to treat Rarity like a princess, no, a goddess. Worship her, devote herself to giving her the best time she could. Do nothing but show her lover how much she meant to her, make sure she never forgot how much Applejack loved her.
But still, she felt a carnal need. To force Rarity down against the bed, tear off those pretty clothes, and make her scream beneath her. To see her struggle beneath her strong grasp, pin her down by that pretty little horn and use her like an object. Images flashed through her brain, tying her up, gagging her with some of that fancy fabric she kept around, putting her in a headlock while fucking her into whatever surface she could find.
And yet, there was nothing she could do tonight, other than desperately touch herself and think about her girlfriend. The smell of that damn perfume still hung around her, like a haze, making it difficult for Applejack to get any good amount of sleep.
In the morning, as per usual, the Apple family had gathered in the kitchen. Big Mac helped Granny Smith quietly as Apple Bloom hummed and chipped away at some homework at the breakfast table.
"You know where your sister ran off to?" Granny Smith asked her grandson. He shook his head in response. She was just clearing her throat, ready to yell for her other granddaughter, when Applejack trotted into the room, her hoofs clicking against the tile floor.
"Sorry Granny, I'm up," Applejack said through a yawn. She took her spot next to Granny Smith casually, taking the burden of mixing the batter of some fresh pancakes. Granny Smith elbowed her, causing her to jump.
"Y'know the storm was last night, right Applejack? You look like a hurricane ran through your room, Dearie," she said.
"Do I? Sorry, I didn't get the best sleep last night," Applejack said, subtly stretching her back a bit.
"Long night?" her brother asked. Applejack sighed.
"You could say that."
Eventually, breakfast was done and the family had seated themselves around the table. Applebloom chatted with (or more accurately at) Big Mac while Granny Smith busied herself with a newspaper, and Applejack fought to stay awake. Eventually, she would catch herself nodding off, but always prevented herself from faceplanting in her breakfast. The only thing she could focus on was Winona's tail slapping her leg, just another strategy by the smart pup to try and get some table scraps.
"Oh! Speaking of Rarity…" Apple Bloom said. Applejack straightened up suddenly.
"Whassat?" Applejack said, pushing her hat up out of her eyes. Big Mac smiled and exhaled through his nose.
"Sweetiebelle told me, to tell you, that Rarity wants you at the boutique later today!" she explained. Applejack fought to hide the grin that now plastered her face.
"Already? I mean, uh, what for?" Applejack asked.
Applebloom shrugged. "I dunno! She didn't say."
Granny Smith gave Applejack a knowing smirk, which she countered with a subtle kick under the table.
"Well thank you, Apple Bloom, I'll have to stop by n' see what the hubbub is," Applejack said. Today just got way more interesting, she thought.
Eventually, Apple Bloom took off from the table, leaving just the adults in the dining room. Applejack scarfed down her slowly cooling breakfast, a little too quickly to be natural.
"In a rush?" Big Mac asked. Applejack looked up from behind her stack of pancakes.
"Uh, no, not 'specially. Why? Was did I look like I was? I'm just… hungry, y'know," she said.
"Oh, you're hungry for somethin' alright," Granny Smith jeered. Applejack scoffed at her.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Nothing, nothing," Granny Smith snickered as Big Mac hid a smirk behind his coffee.
Applejack rolled her eyes and carried on with her breakfast, but her grandmother apparently wasn't done yet.
"Just make sure the chores get done before you elope with that girlfriend o' yours," she said.
"When have I ever left you with more than you two can handle?" Applejack retorted through a mouthful of food.
"Just checking, dearie. You have been distracted ever since you two lovebirds started to flock together."
"Eeyup," Big Mac confirmed.
"Oh please, Granny, you know the Apples come first," she reassured, before immediately regretting her phrasing as her brother and grandmother shared a stifled laugh. "Oh for cryin' out loud, you two, what ever happened to bein' old and wise!" she scolded.
After escaping the mockery of her family, Applejack set out to do her chores for the day. Despite being nothing more than her usual workload, it felt like it took hours, even with her hurried pace. With what the rest of her day could hold, it was hard to focus. Images of Rarity flashed through her head, getting more and more explicit the longer her afternoon went on. By the time she was done, she stood under the shower head, hoping the ice cold water would calm her down enough to not maul her girlfriend on sight.
Carousel Boutique was as pristine as it had always been. As she stepped through the doorway, her entrance announced by a small chime, Applejack couldn't help but feel out of place. The room was a bouquet of colors, with new dresses on display for potential customers, glittering with gems and fabrics Applejack couldn't begin to name. A record player in the corner filled the room with gentle classical music. Even the floors had been scrubbed so clean, Applejack could have looked down and saw her reflection.
"One second, Darling!" Rarity called from an unseen room further inside. Applejack busied herself finding a place to stand. She fiddled with her stance, feeling like there wasn't any place for her in such a perfect room. Opalescence stared at her from her cat tree in a far corner.
"Oh don't you mock me," Applejack scoffed. Opalescence just blinked slowly, her tail swishing idly.
Thankfully for Applejack, Rarity came trotting out of one of the changing rooms not too long after she arrived.
"Well I'll be…" Applejack said, her voice becoming distant as her eyes followed Rarity. Contrasting Applejack's rugged flannel and baggy jeans, Rarity was wearing an ornate, frilly pink dress. While the bottom half was short and "poofy," as Applejack would have described it, the dress fit more like a corset around her torso. It wasn't necessarily revealing, but Applejack couldn't help but forget where Rarity's eyes were as she approached.
"I'm sorry, Doll, what's the occasion? All Apple Bloom told me was to meet you here, she didn't mention we were getting dressed up or-" Applejack's stammering was cut off by Rarity standing on the tip of her hooves, pulling her neck down towards her for a long kiss. When they broke away, the farmhand couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.
"Glad Apple Bloom gave you my message!" Rarity said. "No occasion, Darling, just trying out something new. I'm not sure about the color, though… what do you think? Too tacky?" the seamstress pulled at the frills of the dress tentatively.
"O-oh! It's um… I think it looks good on you! The color's strong, but, uh… I think it works?" Applejack pondered, tilting her head like a dog. Rarity grinned, seemingly pleased with her answer.
"Good! I was hoping you could give me a second pair of eyes on some outfits I've been working on. You don't mind, do you?"
Applejack shook her head. "Not at all, Sugarcube! Just, uh… why me?"
"Well what do you mean?"
"Well, if we're bein' honest, I just don't have the same, er, 'eye' for fashion that you do. I mean, I'm more than happy to help, but wouldn't Fluttershy or Twilight or… I dunno, someone a lil' more feminine than me be better at this?" Rarity smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"As if you'd turn down the opportunity to see your girlfriend in a bunch of pretty dresses," she retorted.
"Touché," Applejack admitted.
Rarity leaned in to whisper in her ear. "And there might be a new line I'm saving especially for your eyes," she added. The mere suggestion sent a jolt of excitement through Applejack's body. Rarity seemed to enjoy the reaction, her eyes scanning the farmhand's jeans curiously, but didn't linger on it much longer. "Now come on upstairs, Darling! It'll be much more comfy than just standing in the middle of my shop."
Rarity extended a hand for Applejack to grab, which she did, following her up the stairs to her room like an obedient dog. She made note of the pleasant view the dress gave her on the way up, which for all Applejack knew could have been intentional.
Like the rest of her house, Rarity's room was nothing but pristine. The soft carpet was a nice change from the tiles of the rest of the boutique, and velvet lavender curtains shaded the room from most natural light. Rarity's canopy bed was the center piece, big enough to fit the two of them and then some. Across the walls were drawers and other displays for Rarity's favorite work, as well as a corner with some beanbags and other comfy things for her friends to gather around. Applejack noted the twinkling fairy lights strung up around the perimeter, providing a nice bit of mood lighting.
"I'll get the next piece ready, if you'll excuse me," Rarity said as she turned to walk towards her bathroom door.
"It's nothin' I haven't seen before, Sugarcube," she teased playfully. Rarity pivoted and flicked the end of Applejack's snout.
"Well we don't want you getting distracted, now do we?" she teased. "Plus, it'll make for a better judgment if you see it on me first."
Applejack took a hesitant seat on Rarity's bed and took the time to glance around the room. She'd been in here before, but she couldn't recall whether or not she'd been there as a lone guest before. And if she had, it wasn't like this. She felt like she stuck out too much, like she had broken in and didn't belong.
She didn't have much time to ponder, as Rarity came strolling out of the bathroom soon after she entered, this time wearing something much more modest. This dress, though, was much more Applejack's speed. It reminded her of a quilt her grandma had made, but in the best way possible. It was long, but didn't drag on the ground, and was low cut enough to show off a tasteful bit of cleavage.
"That was fast!" Applejack remarked.
"Well, it's much easier to get out of tight clothes when you have magic, Darling," Rarity tapped her horn. Applejack tried not to think about grabbing it, as she had done a day prior. "That's besides the point, though. What do you think?" Rarity twirled, showing Applejack the angles.
"I like it! It's… homey. Like somethin' you'd wear to a family gatherin'," she noted. "And I think the form works well, theres just enough, uh, curvature, I guess you'd call it?"
"The curves aren't from the dress, Dear. You know that better than anyone," she said. Applejack chuckled, flustering.
"I meant it looks good. It's not too flat," she explained. "And don't you dare say that's not the dress either!" she added quickly. Rarity giggled, giving Applejack's knee a quick slap with her tail as she walked out of the room.
The next dress was a pastel, floral sundress that reminded Applejack of Fluttershy. It was simple by Rarity’s standards, but that didn't mean it wasn't beautiful. It was made of a soft yellow fabric and embroidered with little pink flowers. A leather belt accentuated Rarity's waist particularly well, Applejack noted.
"This one's real nice, Sugarcube. You should wear it for our next picnic!" she said. Rarity giggled.
"Darling, I'm not designing them for me to wear, you know," she teased. "But good to know you plan on a picnic!" she added with a wink.
After that was a complete left turn; a white, pristine dress studded with jewels. It was perfectly tight around the waist, showing off Rarity's form elegantly, but long and flowing around her legs. Once again, the cut seemed intentionally designed so that Applejack couldn't focus on anywhere but her chest.
"Rares, goodness…" was all Applejack could muster to say. Her hands unconsciously squeezed the sheets of the bed. Rarity grinned seeing her reaction.
"What, Darling? See something you like?" she teased. Applejack blocked out the thought of how easy it would be to rip the dress right off of her, a task becoming more difficult as she felt her jeans get tighter and tighter.
The next dress didn't make anything easier either. A solid black slip dress, made of a velvety fabric that somehow looked to shimmer in the lights of the room. Applejack couldn't resist standing up and walking over to get a view of it for herself.
"Well, Darling, I would ask for your thoughts, but I think I've got my answer," Rarity said, a fierce blush taking over her face as Applejack sauntered behind her, hands exploring her hips.
"I like this one," Applejack said. "Lots'a ways in, too," she added, her hand brushing over the opening where Rarity's thigh was. She leaned into Applejack, grabbing fistfuls of her shirt hard enough to tear it right off of her. She only let go to pull her down into a long kiss, Rarity's tongue aggressively prodding into her mouth.
When they pulled away, they stared at each other, clearly hungry for more. Instead, however, Rarity pulled away from her, leaving Applejack with one last kiss on the cheek, her hips swaying infectiously as she walked back to her bathroom.
The wait for Rarity's next display felt like an eternity for the farmhand, her leg bouncing up and down anxiously in place. Every little creak of the floorboards and every brush against the door she heard come from the bathroom only added to her excitement. And then, finally, the bathroom door opened. Rarity strolled out, full of her usual bravado, giving Applejack the eyeful of a lifetime.
The first thing Applejack noticed, aside from the divine shape of Rarity's body, was the color of the two piece lingerie she wore. It was a deep purple, almost black at a first glance, but it practically shimmered, the lacey fabric catching the light just perfectly. The bralette she wore hardly left anything to the imagination, perfectly showing off her shapely chest. A garter belt around her waist supported a pair of fishnet thigh highs, providing the perfect frame for a tiny thong.
"What do you think, Darling?" Rarity twirled in place, giving Applejack a full view.
"Sugarcube…" Applejack gasped, her eyes wide in excitement.. Once again, she couldn't help but get a closer look, Rarity happily accepting the rough kiss the farmhand pulled her into.
"You look… stunning, Darlin'..." she said. Her hands slid down her back, feeling the softness of her fur.
"Well someone seems to be enjoying this," Rarity commented, her eyes darting down to the obvious bulge in Applejack's jeans. Her hand traced over the outline, making the farmhand's breath stagger in her lungs.
The two of them stood there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of each other's being so close. But suddenly, Rarity stretched somewhat dramatically, letting out a small grunt of pain as she rubbed her back as best she could.
"I'm sorry Darling, I don't mean to kill the mood, but I'm still a little bit sore from the night we shared… it certainly hasn't helped being on my hooves all day, either," she lamented.
"Y'want some help with that?" Applejack offered. Rarity raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" she asked. Instead of an answer, Applejack scooped her up bridal style, seemingly becoming a habit for them, and splayed her out gently on the bed.
"Roll over for me, Sugarcube," Applejack instructed, her tone gentle.
Rarity did as she was told, but still seemed confused. "Darling, I appreciate your concern, but I'm really not su- ooooohhh goodness…" her words were interrupted by two firm hands on her shoulders, kneading her like dough.
"That okay, Darlin'? Too much pressure?" Applejack asked. She got a mumble and a thumbs up in response.
Applejack wasn't an expert, but coming from a family of hard workers, she recognized tension when she saw it. Rarity's shoulders felt especially tight, and as she worked over them with steady hands, the seamstress practically melted into the mattress. Her hands gripped at the sheets wildly and she stuffed her face in a pillow, muffling what could only be described as moans. It was exciting, no doubt; having a girl as pretty as Rarity turn as limp as modeling clay in her hands was certainly having its effect on Applejack. But she tuned out her own desires as she worked over Rarity, feeling guilty to have even considered it.
With a shaky hand, Rarity fumbled with the strap of her bralette. Applejack got the hint, carefully undid the hooks of the lacey garment, and worked lower down on her back. Her fur was soft, impossibly so, like the fine fabrics she worked with. And good heavens, that perfume. It was all she could think about as her hands snuck lower on Rarity's back.
"Oh please, Applejack, right there," Rarity begged. The shaking of her voice and the noises she made; everything assaulted Applejack's senses, as much as she tried, she couldn't think about anything but getting on top of Rarity and using her like a toy.
Her thoughts were cut off, however, by Rarity rolling over onto her back, lazily holding her bra up with one arm.
"My legs are rather sore too, Darling. Would you be a dear and give me a hand?" she asked. She batted her eyelashes at her innocently, but she hardly needed convincing. Applejack started on her calves, but per Rarity's instructions, moved higher and higher, until she was practically kneading her thighs, enjoying the way her hands sank into her soft flesh.
"H-harder, Applejack," she whined. And that was all it took for the farmhand to snap.
In one smooth motion, Applejack pulled herself up on top of Rarity, kissing her deeply. One hand helped hold herself up, just barely hovering above the unicorn, while another was indecisive about where to go. She rotated between pinning Rarity down to the bed, cupping her face to pull her closer, and exploring whatever it was she could get her hands on.
When she pulled away for a breath, stunned was the only word to describe Rarity’s expression.
“My my, Darling, seems like someone’s feeling a little feisty,” she teased, feigning to have some level of composure left. In response, Applejack put a firm hand around Rarity's horn, pulling her head forwards just enough to get a few rough kisses on her neck. "M-maybe more than a little," Rarity sighed.
"You were on my mind all fuckin' night, Sugarcube," Applejack growled. She kept her hold on Rarity's horn, making her squirm. Applejack wasn't blind to this, adjusting her knee up between her partner's legs. "There, now at least all that writhin' will get you something," she whispered.
"Applejack, please…" Rarity whined, her hands wrapped around her partner in a desperate grasp, grabbing handfuls of her shirt.
"Don't think I didn't notice what you were doin' today," Applejack said. "You suddenly want my help, not any of the other girls, to look at a bunch of dresses you say are for sale, and yet fit your body type perfectly. And then you walk out in this slutty lil' number, and expect me not to get all riled up?" the only thing Rarity could do in response is let the mischievous grin creep up her face. Applejack matched it, before pulling her in for another rough kiss.
Part of her wanted to take Rarity right then and there, tear off her lingerie and pin her against the bed. But whenever Applejack pulled away, all she was was Rarity's perfect blue eyes staring at her, full of adoration and trust. That feeling came back, wanting to show her every ounce of affection she could, and it fought with her. She felt selfish for wanting to treat her so rough, but if it was selfish, why was the idea so appealing?
"Darling, y-you're driving me crazy," Rarity huffed. Her hands were shaky and she desperately squirmed against Applejack, begging for any additional friction.
"Now you know how I felt," she teased. Applejack figured she'd endured enough, however. Slowly, she slipped away from Rarity’s face, back to her neck. She could have spent hours kissing her there, listening to her little gasps and feeling the way her body tensed up. But she knew they both needed more, slowly moving down to her collarbone, then below.
A steady hand freed Rarity's chest from under her bra. Applejack enjoyed the embarrassed flush that came over Rarity's face. She talked a big game, but she knew exactly how to get her girlfriend to loosen up. Gently, she grabbed one of her tits, taking pleasure in how it seemed to fill her hands perfectly. She basked in the moment for a bit, planting a few gentle kisses around that little sweet spot, listening to how it drove her girlfriend crazy, before indulging her, taking the soft peak into her mouth.
Applejack noticed one of Rarity's hands moving, frantically reaching lower on the bed. In response, she gently grabbed her wrist with her free hand, pinning it to her side, an action that only seemed to get her girlfriend even more bothered.
"Now now, Darlin', you'll get what you need soon enough," Applejack assured her. Rarity pouted a bit, giving her best puppy dog eyes. "I'm sure you can wait just a tick longer for me, can't you Princess?" she said in a lower tone. She watched Rarity just about melt in place, and smirked, satisfied with her work.
The farmhand shuffled lower on the bed, her hooves thumping against the solid wood bedframe. Slowly, she let her hands feel up her girlfriend's soft thighs again, then slid them back down. She repeated a few times, letting her blunt nails scratch her the slightest bit, going higher and higher each time, towards that perfect little mound of fabric. When she looked up, Rarity was just about ready to tear up the sheets with her nails.
It took every ounce of restraint she had left not to tear off that silky thong, now soaked out of excitement. Applejack pecked at the fabric, testing what reaction she could get out of the mare. More begs and whines and pleasepleaseplease's. Cute, she thought.
"Y'ready, Sugarcube?" she asked. A nod and a small mhm was all she got in response.
Carefully, as if she was handling a butterfly, she slid the fine garment off of her hips, Rarity moving to help her obediently. This is a good look for her, Applejack thought. Exposed, panting, her clothes barely covering her. But she decided it was no time to just stand there and gawk.
Getting into position, she let Rarity throw her legs over her, supporting them with her hands, which may have just been another excuse to feel her thighs again. Cautiously, Applejack gave her a few testing nips and laps, before diving right in. Her tongue explored wherever it could find, enjoying the whines Rarity gave in response. She settled into a steady loop, her tongue swirling in figure eights, just nudging Rarity's sweet spot, before focusing somewhere else. The end of her snout bumped up awkwardly against her partner, making breathing a chore, but she was too absorbed in her work to care.
"Goodness, Darling… h-how are you so good at this?" Rarity said in between moans.
Applejack didn’t let up, rather, gave her exactly what she wanted, moving instead to suckle directly on that sweet little point of her clit, treating it as gently as she did the rest of Rarity.
“Juuuuust like that, Dear… Great Celestia, I feel like I could pass out,” Rarity moaned, her voice shrill. Applejack shot up,, concerned for her partner.
“I-I’m sorry, Sugarcube, I didn’t realize you were feelin’ faint! Here, lemme get you some-“
“That didn’t mean stop, Darling,” Rarity clarified somewhat urgently. Applejack nodded obediently, carrying on where she left off.
Everything about Rarity was intoxicating; her soft thighs pressed against the sides of her head, the sound of her moans, the way she tasted, every little detail. Applejack could have stayed down there for hours, and she would if her girlfriend wanted her to. It was the perfect place for her, she thought, able to give Rarity everything she wanted and more.
"Applejack, Darling, I need you to fuck me," she whined, her words unsteady and desperate. Applejack couldn't help but smirk as she wiped her mouth with her hand.
"Your wish is my command, Sugarcube," she told her.
Although she pretend to keep a cool, collected exterior, Applejack could feel her heart pounding in her chest. This is it, she thought as she stripped down clumsily. You've been waitin' for this. And she had, for oh so long. Just the two of them, together as lovers, alone in a beautiful room, as close as two souls can get. But as Applejack sat towards the edge of the bed, clumsily fumbling with her belt, she looked over to Rarity, elegantly sliding out of her lingerie. How in the world was she supposed to match up to that?
"Well you look like you've got your eye on something," Rarity teased, taking the opportunity to show off a bit for her girlfriend.
"You're… gorgeous, Sugarcube," was all she could get out.
"Let me help you with that, Darling," Rarity offered. With expert hands, she freed Applejack from the tight embrace of her belt. She imagine tying her partner's dainty little wrists with it as she shuffled out of her jeans. Rarity's eyes trailed down, past the farmhand's soft midsection and to her appleprint boxers, gazing hungrily at the bulge in the fabric. Gently, she leaned down, placing a kiss at it's peak, enjoying the way her girlfriend squirmed.
"Ain't too often I'm left speechless," Applejack admitted as she brushed a tuft of hair out of Rarity's face. It was then she reached somewhere behind the farmhand; her hat was behind her, hanging off the tall foot of the bed. Rarity snatched it, putting it on her own head, and grinned defiantly at Applejack.
"I tend to have that effect on people," she teased, helping Applejack out of her boxers. Rarity smiled and stroked up the length of her partner's dick, the farmhand sighing and throbbing involuntarily against her palm.
"Darling, I've barely even touched you, yet you're hard as a rock."
"Rares, you don't know how long I've been waitin' for this."
"Do I, now? What if I made you wait just a bit longer, hm?" Rarity got a devious glint in her eye. Applejack matched it with a smirk as she grabbed her shoulders, pushing her down into the bed, slowly enough that Rarity could have stopped her at any moment.
"I'd do somethin' like this," Applejack said, matching Rarity's earlier expression.
Figuring it'd be rude to keep the mare waiting, Applejack set to work immediately, giving her a quick few kisses before lining their hips up. Rarity's hand went down, not only helping Applejack line up, but taking the opportunity to tease her a bit more, rubbing the head of her cock against her.
"And you tease me for gettin' hard. Look at you, Darlin', you can barely hold yourself together and I ain't even inside you yet," she observed. Rarity panted and ground her hips against Applejack.
"I'm just so dying for this, Dear," Rarity admitted.
"You let me know if anythin' hurts, or you need me to do anything for you, 'kay Sugarcube?" Applejack clarified. Rarity nodded, biting her lip excitedly.
With a little bit more teasing, Applejack applied a gentle bit of pressure. The farmhand was anything but small; she worried about hurting Rarity every time they did this, even with how wet her girlfriend was. Rarity, on the other hand, looked like she was in heaven. She grabbed handfuls of the sheets, sweat lining her brow as she tried to get a best view of her imminent impaling.
"T-that's it!" Rarity cried out once Applejack was finally in. Her hips started out slowly, hardly moving, letting the seamstress adapt for a moment.
"You hangin' in there?"
"Of course, Dear. Great Celestia, you're so big," she panted.
"If you need a breather, just ask, ok?" Applejack said. She leaned over to kiss Rarity again, brushing a stray purple hair out of her face before picking up the pace. It was hardly an effort now, her partner having adjusted to the size. And good heavens, what a wonderful feeling. All worries she had about being selfish melted away as she fucked Rarity into the mattress, thoroughly enjoying every little sound she made and how any little noise or motion from Applejack just made her tighter.
"You're so beautiful, Sugarcube," she assured her girlfriend. "You're doin' such a good job."
"Faster," Rarity pleaded. "You treat me so fucking good, Applejack."
She did as her girlfriend demanded, steadying herself against the bed and finding the most comfortable position she could, before letting herself take charge and pound into Rarity. Her girlfriend moaned loudly, more of a scream, as she wrapped her legs around Applejack's waist, forcing her in deeper. One hand held onto Applejack's own, the other dug its nails into the hat that clung loosely to her head, the pillow the only thing keeping it in place against the farmhand's rough motions.
"Still… holdin' up?" Applejack panted. Rarity nodded, an action hardly noticeable against the rough motions of her partner. By now, Applejack was glad that Carousel Boutique was in a quieter part of Ponyville; the sounds they were making would surely be heard by someone in any busier place. The farmhand couldn't help but grunt with each thrust, indulging in the way Rarity felt around her.
"Juuuuust like that, Dear… I'm so fucking close," Rarity moaned. That brought Applejack back to reality, focusing solely on her girlfriend's pleasure. She didn't dare change anything, letting Rarity enjoy every second of the experience. As her moans came to a high, she tightened her arms desperately around Applejack, nails digging into her back. She stuffed her face into the crook of Applejack's neck, alternating between letting out shrill noises and leaving kisses that were closer to bites. Eventually, her body shuddered, and Applejack felt her tighten around her, hard enough to almost push her out entirely. She kept a slow pace, keeping her stimulated but not overwhelmed.
When she eventually fell from the height, the seamstress looked dizzy, her eyes not quite focusing on the farmhand, and she panted contently. Applejack knew this look, though, and more than that, she knew Rarity. They were far from done here.
"You all good, Sugarcube? Wanna keep going?" Applejack asked in an even tone.
"All solid here, Darling. How about you?"
Applejack chuckled. "Ya don't need to worry 'bout me."
Rarity raised an eyebrow and frowned. "Well, of course I do, Darling! You're my big strong lady, after all," she reached out and scratched the side of her face, like she would a dog.
"I just wanna make sure you're havin' a good time is all," Applejack explained. Rarity frowned again, much to her surprise.
"You've been saying that the whole time, Applejack. You know I feel the same, don't you?" Rarity assured. Applejack didn't quite meet her gaze.
"Well… I dunno, Rares, I guess…" she sighed, slowly pulling out of Rarity, an effort that awarded her with a gasp or three from the seamstress.
"You guess what, Darling?" Rarity tried her best to sit up, taking Applejack's hat with her. She patted the space next to her, letting her girlfriend slide next to her.
"I just wanna make you feel loved, y'know?" she explained. "It's hard to… I dunno, express that? Especially while I'm treatin' you like a piece of meat."
Rarity giggled, placing a hand on the farmhand's back, rubbing up and down her bulky figure. "Darling, you've treated me like nothing but royalty today. You always do," she said.
"Well that's the thing, Sugarcube," she began. "I tried so damn hard to make you feel loved up, cuz the entire time I could only worry 'bout hurtin' you."
"You don't have to worry about me, Darling! I'm much tougher than I look, you know," Rarity flexed a soft bicep at Applejack. "Well, was that what you wanted? Don't get me wrong, Darling, I'm more than happy to be lovebugs with you, but the way you're talking makes me think you were thinking otherwise," Rarity accused playfully.
"I mean…" the farmhand scratched the back of her scalp sheepishly.
"Surely this big handsome stud of a woman isn't worried her little doll can't take a little bit of roughing up?" she teased, rubbing a hand over Applejack's soft chest.
"I guess you could say it like that, Sugarcube," the farmhand said. Rarity nuzzled her neck, being careful where she pointed her horn. She trailed kisses wherever her face could reach, on her cheeks, her neck, and her soft bicep, which tensed up once she got near, showing off just how much of that mass was muscle.
"Darling, I know you would never hurt me. I trust you, Applejack, that's why I let you in here, that's why you're my girlfriend," she said.
Applejack gave her a warm smile. She was right. She always was.
"Thanks, Sugarcube. Guess I got in my own head 'bout it, y'know? Felt selfish thinkin' about… uh…" the farmhands tongue was caught in her throat, her previous thoughts of treating Rarity rougher came back, albeit feeling more welcome.
Rarity let out a soft giggle, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek, before shuffling over, sitting on Applejack's lap. She brushed some hair out of her face in a dramatic motion, fiddling with it behind her head.
"Thinking about what, Darling?" Rarity said smugly. The farmhand flushed, and the effects of her girlfriend in such a compromising position took their toll on her. Rarity took the opportunity to tease her a bit, but this time, Applejack wasn't having it. Two strong hands grabbed either side of her wide hips, and dragged her into place, ushering a yelp from Rarity.
"Done with chat now, hm?" she said, adjusting her knees a bit. She bit her lip and shuffled her hips, clearly excited for what was about to happen. She leaned in, hat still on her head, close enough to whisper in Applejack's ear.
"Ready when you are, my love."
And that was all Applejack needed, pushing Rarity down on her dick. She let out an audible gasp and leaned into the farmhand, knowing her bulky figure could support her.
With one hand, Applejack guided her girlfriend's movements, hardly having to exert any force on her to make her move just the way she wanted her to. With the other, she toyed with Rarity's chest, now mere inches away from her face. Once again, she couldn't resist nipping her perfect, shapely chest.
"You're so perfect, Sugarcube," she growled.
"I could stay like this forever, Darling."
Applejack stroked her girlfriend's soft purple hair, letting her lean her head against her shoulder. "You make me feel like the strongest mare in Equestria. Like I could do anything," she whispered. Rarity hid her face, but Applejack guided it back to hers, kissing her slowly and deeply.
With her free hand, Applejack forced her girlfriends hips down, making her take deep, quick thrusts. With a little bit of movement, she braced her legs, letting her thrust up into the mare on her own. She could see by the look on her face that she wasn't expecting it, and she let her girlfriend melt into her. Before long, Rarity had reached her peak again, but Applejack didn't dare stop, letting the mare squeal with each little movement, her strong hands holding her in place.
"Good job, sweet thing," she whispered, not missing a beat. "Think you can keep going?" Rarity gave a weak nod in response. Applejack chuckled, enjoying the woozy look on her face.
Figuring it'd be easier for the both of them, she gently let Rarity slide off of her, guiding her onto her back, before moving between her legs once more. In a fluid motion, she guided those perfectly soft thighs apart and up. Rarity got the hint, grabbing the backs of her knees, folding over herself. Despite her softer frame, she sure was flexible.
Applejack slid back in once again, a task hardly requiring effort at this point, but one that still sent an excited shiver through Rarity's body.
"You let me know if anythin' hurts now, got that Princess?" Applejack said. She liked this dynamic, she thought to herself as she continued. Her girlfriend, always so neat and proper, was letting herself get folded like a pretzel. And those eyes, still looking up at her with all of the trust in the world, even if they were a little dazed now. She could have gotten lost in those eyes. And she did, for a bit, only coming back as she realized Rarity had started screaming with pleasure.
"You're doing so good, Sugarcube," she soothed, in contrast to her increasing rough movements. Rarity had let her legs simply lean against Applejack by now, wrapped around the farmhand's strong frame once again.
"I-I love you!" Rarity blurted out, feeling herself close to climax again. Applejack enjoyed the flush that came over her cheeks, and when she tried to break eye contact, Applejack grabbed her horn once more.
"I love you too, Princess," she growled, pinning Rarity's head in place by the horn, careful not to apply too much pressure, as she slammed again and again into her.
"Fuck yes!" she screamed. "Breed me! Please, good god, fill me up!" she begged. Applejack smirked and took it as an excuse to go faster.
"Yeah? That's what'ya want?" she asked, the grip around her partner's horn tightening. Rarity tried to nod, but couldn't use her head. Applejack just smirked at her. "Looks like you gotta use words, Sugarcube."
"P-please…" she said, more of a whisper than anything else. Applejack stopped moving, leaving Rarity stuffed full, and leaned an ear in closer.
"Aw, I'm sorry, Princess, I couldn't quite hear that. What's it that you want again?" she asked, her tone dripping with saccharine sarcasm. Rarity desperately flailed under her, needing more friction, but to no avail.
"I-I… I want you to… cuminsidemeplease," she sputtered, voice trailing off. Applejack chuckled again, and jerked her closer.
"You can do it, Sugarcube."
"Please, Great Celestia, just cum inside me already! Breed me, make me your cumdump already, use me like the slut I am!" she pleaded. Applejack gave her one last grin.
"Well, if you insist," she said, and with that, started up again, faster and rougher before.
Their pace together was feverish. Although Rarity was pinned under her, she tried her best to make sure her girlfriend could get every inch of her possible. All the while, Rarity's long nails scratched into Applejack's back, holding on for dear life as the farmhand loomed over her.
Applejack could have stayed there forever, loving her girlfriend up and treating her the way she knew they were both dying for. But eventually she felt the familiar feeling of teetering on the edge. In a haze, she leaned over, wrapping her arms around Rarity, getting as close as she physically could while still fucking her into the mattress.
"Fuck, goddamn… Rarity, Sugarcube," she moaned.
"Yes! Please, Darling!" Rarity begged.
Her pace faster than before, a chill ran up her spine, and she plunged as deep in as she could physically get. And then it hit her all at once. A wave of pleasure like nothing before creeped up her whole body as she came, shooting rope after rope of seed into Rarity, joining her in climax. Sparkles climbed up her vision as the feeling lingered, and she let herself moan in Rarity's ear.
Eventually, she felt the waves of pleasure waning, replaced with a dull afterglow. The two laid there for what felt like hours, gathering their breath and holding each other. Lazily, she looked to Rarity's dazed expression, and could only think one thing.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too… good heavens…" Rarity sighed. "You sure seemed like you needed that."
Applejack chuckled. "To be frank with you, Sugarcube, it's all I've been thinking about lately."
Slowly, Applejack got up off of her, enjoying the sight of their messy aftermath, before taking her place at Rarity's side. The seamstress slowly shuffled over, entangling herself with Applejack, resting her head on her girlfriend's strong chest.
"Y'wanna get cleaned up?"
"Give me a minute longer, Darling."
Applejack looked out the window, catching view of the sunset far in the distance from between the curtains. Despite its beauty, the only thing she could possibly focus on was Rarity's content smile, ruffled hair, and blue eyes.
It was a Herculean effort for the two to stand up again, and when they did, Applejack noticed Rarity's stumbling balance. She chuckled, before sweeping her off her feet, the seamstress giving a small yelp in response.
"You really like doing that, don't you?"
"You could say that."
By the time they had cleaned up and grabbed some water, Rarity had regained her energy, cleaning up a few of the discarded garments and tossing them haphazardly into a laundry hamper.
"You sure there's nothing else you need, Sugarcube? A bite to eat, somethin' else to drink… another back rub?" the farmhand asked.
"Now that's an idea," Rarity giggled. "But I'll decline for now. You've done more than enough already," she said, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek.
"I hear ya," Applejack said as her face flushed once more.
The two laid down once more, basking in each other's embrace. The farmhand couldn't keep her eyes off of her girlfriend, swimming in the view of her blissful smile.
"So, are you needed back at Sweet Apple Acres today, Darling?" Rarity asked. Applejack thought for a moment.
"I don't think so. Got everythin' done that needs to be done, its Big's Mac turn to cook… I should be all yours," she said with a smile. Rarity grinned.
