> Winter Warmer
>  by Neon Czolgosz
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> Winter Warmer
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"Jeez, Hayseed, there you are. I've been looking all over this stupid farm for you."

Apple Bloom looks up from her brother's plow. It's early February, the trees are bare, the ground is covered in frost and snow, and only the hardiest of winter vegetables need tending to. That means it's the season for maintenance. All the equipment needs preparing, repairing or replacing before planting in the spring. That's why the yellow farmer is hunched over the plow at nine in the morning on a cold winter's day.  She's swapping the worn-out cords and straps for sturdier, newer ones. The cords are leather, made from the cast-off bark of the leather trees at the edge of Whitetail Woods.

She sees the teenage mare standing in the open doorway of the barn. "Shut the door, Di, you're letting the cold in."

"Whatever." The mare rolls her eyes and closes the door behind her. She's bundled up in an grey, Carousel Boutique winter jacket, with thick boots and a false-fur lined hat. Most of her mane is tucked into it, but a few silver-streaked, curly purple tresses are falling across her face and neck. She has an impatient, irritated look on her face.

Heh, Diamond Tiara's still kinda pretty with a sour look on her face, thinks Apple Bloom. "You're up bright n' early, D.T., Ah'd thought you'd still be snuggled up under the covers at home this hour."

Tiara's pink coat flushes and she scowls. "Like, do not even talk to me about home. Daddy is working from home and he's totally insufferable, and don't even get me started on the rest of the family. They're visiting from Manehattan, and they're just... ugh." She takes a few steps towards the farm girl, glancing at the tools and equipment scattered around the floor and work-bench. "I don't get why you're up so early on a Saturday. You don't even have heating in here!"

Apple Bloom sighs, and brushes a stray strand of red hair out of her eyes. Most of her mane is tied back in a pony tail like her older sister's. It's greasy and dirty from dust and mechanic's oil.

"Di, some of us have work to do, work that needs doin' whether it's cold in the mornings or not."

"Hey! Bitch, I work too!"

Apple Bloom gives Diamond Tiara a flat look. "Honey, spraying ponies with fancy smells at the perfume stand ain't work, it's a job. Fixin' the wear mah siblings beat into their tools so the farm still runs come spring, that's work."

"Whatever, I think you're just a masochist," she says, smirking at the private irony. "I don't even know how you can work like this. It's so cold. How are you not frozen?"

"I got my coat on," replies Apple Bloom, patting the thick, olive-drab jacket she has on. It's old, faded, and not a stylish jacket - a little ugly, even - but it's soft, warm and fills its function perfectly.

Diamond Tiara trots up to Apple Bloom, and presses her cheek against the farmer's. "Hayseed, you're freezing," she says, taking a step back. Her nose wrinkles. "And you stink. When's the last time you had a shower?"

"Just yesterday morning."

Diamond Tiara's eyebrows go up. "That recently?"

"Ah was working all day yesterday," she says, a mite defensively. She takes a cautious sniff of herself. Huh. Rich girl might have a point. "Anyway, what's your point, rich girl?"

Diamond Tiara's usual sneer softens, and she puts a hoof on Apple Bloom's shoulder. "I didn't mean to rag, Bloom. I thought you might want, like, a nice hot shower or something before we hang out." She pauses. "If you're free at all to hang out. Please be free to hang out, Bloom. Silvy's out of town, and if I spend one more hour cooped up at home with my family I'm going to go full retard." She gives Apple Bloom her best set of puppy-dog eyes.

Apple Bloom chuckles. "You've given me an idea. Have you seen the Sweet Apple Acres smoke house?"

Diamond Tiara shakes her head.

"Ah think you'll like it. Follow me."



* * *



Twenty minutes later, after nipping into the farmhouse to collect some supplies, they're walking through the western orchards. Up a slope, through a northern turn and down a short incline, and the two teenage fillies are at the smoke house.

It's a wooden building, little more than a large shed. Behind it is a pond, twenty yards wide, completely frozen over. A few stray bullrushes poke out of the snow at the edges. Apple Bloom opens the smoke house door, and lets Diamond Tiara inside.

The inside is a single, spacious room that smells strongly of wood smoke and dried apples. There are metal eyelets on the ceiling for produce to hang from, a tarp in the corner covering a bulky pile of equipment and a large, iron wood-burner near the middle of the room. There are several wooden benches, a rack of towels on the wall, and there is a bizzare brass contraption attached to the wood-burner. It looks like a boiler but with far more pipes, knobs and dials than a simple boiler could possibly need. Several of the pipes are open at the top like a pipe organ, and one pipe hangs out to the side above a cast iron tub, big enough for two ponies.

Apple Bloom turns to her friend and grins. "Welcome, Miss Tiara, to the Apple Family Private Sauna!"

"Not bad, for a bunch of rednecks I guess. What's the weird thing?" she says, pointing to the brass contraption.

"That's the boiler and steam machine, we picked it up from Flim and Flam the last they visited," she says, trotting up to the machine and slapping it on the side. It rings with a wavy *blunk* sound as the water inside splashes around. "It's still full, thank Celestia. Ah don't wanna be pumping water in this weather."

With that she shrugs off her pack, takes out a bundle of wood faggots, and starts up the burner. Soon a fire is crackling away, the smoke rising straight out of the shed through the metal chimney. She moves a few dials on the boiler. It judders and whirrs for a few seconds, then falls silent as tiny wisps of steam rise from the pipes. The farmer takes off her jacket and walks back over to Diamond Tiara.

"C'n ah take y'r coat?" she says through the fabric. Her pink friend nods and undresses. A minute later, their jackets and the hat are hung up on the wall, their boots below them. The room is already warming up as hot steam fills the air. The pair of ponies sit on a bench near the burner, snuggled close to each other for warmth. Apple Bloom grabs her pack from the floor and pulls out a paper sack and a pair of flasks.

"Ah got some pie an' some apple juice; figured you might be hungry," she says, passing a flask and a large slice of pie to Diamond Tiara. The pink filly accepts them both, and they eat and drink in silence.

Apple Bloom can feel Diamond Tiara's coat against hers. It's impossibly sleek and soft, from countless hours' treatments with high-quality shampoos and conditioners and brushing. Diamond Tiara is slim and lithe compared to the more powerfully-built farm girl from years of careful diet and exercise. Tiara brushes a stray pastry crum away from her lips with a slender hoof. Even in the freezing cold weather, her lips are smooth and soft. Landsakes, that girl must spend as long as Rarity getting ready in the mornings, thinks Apple Bloom. She can feel Tiara shiver against her occasionally as they warm up.

Diamond Tiara finishes the last bite of pie with an appreciative grunt, then washes it down with apple juice. "That was like, totally scrumptious. You might dress like a hobo but at least you can cook, I guess."

Apple Bloom grins coyly and waggles her eyebrows. "Sure the cookin's all you came over for?" Tiara grins back and gently shakes her head. 

Slowly, softly, the two press their lips together. It's surprisingly delicate, a nervous invitation of a kiss. Apple Bloom carefully shifts her lover onto her back, and lies over her. They rub their chests and bellies together as they kiss, this time parting their lips. Diamond Tiara coos into the kiss; her partner above her is noiseless.

The two have been doing this for months now, since Nightmare Night in fact. They had been at a party, having a screaming argument over something laughably trivial. The air was thick with the sort of belligerent sexual tension found in cheesy romantic comedies about a tightly-wound business mare and an irreverent stallion who just won't play by her rules. When a moment of angry silence had settled over the room, there would either be a brutal beating or soft and tender kisses. Fortunately for both of them, it was the latter.

They make out and run their hooves along each other's bodies, though Apple Bloom is careful to not be too rough for now. Tiara is pinned underneath her; where the pink filly is trim and slender, Apple Bloom is thicker, muscular and rounded. For Tiara, it's like being underneath a colt. A very pretty colt admittedly, but powerful and rough around the edges, with a sly grin, strong legs and chapped lips that feel rough against her own.

The room is completely filled with steam now, and the two young mares are warming up. The heat and the humidity make the smells more noticeable. Tiara is wearing perfume - a hint too much - and is clean, but the farmer on top of her has been working for hours already, hasn't washed in twenty-four hours and is working up a sweat. She stinks of work and ripe sweat, with a hint of leather and sharp metal. The stink crawls into Tiara's nostrils as she nuzzles the farmer's neck. It's the kind of smell that usually stops a pony from having sex. Unless the pony getting fucked is a total worthless whorse, thinks Diamond Tiara.

She looks up at Apple Bloom with sex eyes. "Can we?" she breathes.

"Can ah use you like the lil' slut you are, you mean?" Diamond Tiara bites her lip and nods. "Sure thing. Say 'red' if it gets too much, say 'yeller' to tone it down."

As Apple Bloom gets off her, Tiara feels a sudden pressure in her abdomen. 

"Uh, Bloom, that apple juice went straight through me," she says, looking sheepish. "Where's the toilet?"

Apple Bloom stares. "Di, this is a shed. If all you need is to pee, jes' go outside in the snow."

"What? But it's co~old!" she whines.

"Should'a gone before you came, then," says Apple Bloom. Her lover scowls and pouts at her. She rolls her eyes, trots over to the tarp and pulls out an empty iron bucket. "Well fine then, go in this."

Diamond Tiara looks at it doubtfully. "In here? It's still kinda gross."

"Missy, it's bucket or outside. Take yer pick." She drops the bucket at Diamond Tiara's hooves.

Tiara sighs loudly. "Fine, the damn bucket then. Turn around, Hayseed."

Apple Bloom takes a step to turn, and then stops. There's a smirk on her face. "Actually, naw, I think you should turn around. Lift that tail up nice and high, gimme a nice show while you do yer business."

"You... want me to pee in front of you?" says Diamond Tiara, her eyes wide. "But that's..."

"Something only a real filthy hussy would do, right?" The pink mare hesitates, and looks away from Apple Bloom. The farmer's expression softens. "Ah, it's okay, I'll turn around-"

"I want it. I wanna do it."

"You sure, Di?"

"Totally," she says, with a wide smile and a smouldering look. "I want you to watch."

She turns around and positions her slim, pink hind legs over the bucket. Apple Bloom steps back and sits down on the bench, getting comfortable. Tiara lifts her tail right up, displaying her neat, perfectly-groomed slit and her anus, then looks over her shoulder so Apple Bloom can see her face.

With a tiny grunt, she releases her bladder. Yellow urine trickles from her haunches into the bucket, and then flows out in a stream. It splatters and splashes and pitters and patters against the metal bucket. Tiara is blushing, partly from the intense humiliation but mainly from the pleasure of release. She lets out a long, happy sigh as she pisses.

She must have had a full bladder before the juice, because the flow doesn't slow even after thirty seconds. Apple Bloom feels powerful at having Tiara obey her commands, and the look of lustful embarrassment on the rich filly's face makes her bite her lip without thinking. Just as the musky smell of urine reaches their nostrils, the stream falters and then slows to a trickle. Tiara's pussy winks a few times getting the last drops out, and then she's done. She's filled up nearly half of the bucket. She blows a stray hair from her face, and looks Apple Bloom in the eyes. "Enjoy the show, you hillbilly pervert?"

Apple Bloom certainly did. It takes her a moment to respond, and when she does it barely feels like her own voice. "Ah think it's time for you to put that bitchy, rich-girl tongue of yers to good use." The farmer turns, rests her front hooves on the bench, and displays her toned flanks to Diamond Tiara. "Ah was cloppin' all night last night trying to get to sleep, and ah need somepony to clean me up. Get to work." With that, she lifts her tail.

Diamond Tiara drinks in the sight of Apple Bloom's exposed flanks and haunches. Where Tiara is built like a slender model, Apple Bloom is built like her older sister. Her legs are powerhouses that can clean a tree of apples in two bucks or less. Her flanks are toned, taut, yellow globes, strong muscle with a healthy layer of fat on top making them look soft and supple. They're like a pair of golden delicious, with an even tastier apple between them. Her coat is nowhere near as soft and clean as Tiara's, it's even matted with dirt and sweat in places. Somehow, that just makes Tiara want it more.

Diamond Tiara practically lunges at her lover, grasping her flanks with both hooves and licking away at her pussy. The taste and smell are strong, almost overpowering. It stinks of dried sweat and mare juices; she clearly hasn't cleaned since she clopped last night. The stench fills her nose and sinuses, and makes her head spin. Apple Bloom shifts her hips up and down, rubbing her thick juices over her muzzle. The farmer's tongue lolls out and she moans with pleasure.

"Ahh, keep it up, right like that," she says, squeezing her eyes shut. She looks back over her shoulder at her lover, whose face is hidden behind thick yellow flanks. "Yer a whorse, Di, you hear? Just what would your daddy think, you servicing a dirty, sweaty farm filly?" Diamond Tiara just groans with lust and humiliation, and redoubles her efforts. She licks and laps and slurps at the farmer's pussy, torn between pleasuring Apple Bloom's clit and drinking her juices. Apple Bloom giggles and gasps with pleasure, her tail swishing from side to side over Tiara's withers. Tiara rubs her face into the juicy pussy and sweaty haunches, covering herself in Apple Bloom's stink.

Apple Bloom has sudden, devious inspiration. She puts a hoof back, and pushes Tiara's face away. "You're fuckin' awful at this," she growls. "Spoiled little rich girl never learned to eat pussy, always used to getting what she wants instead. Get yer face outta my cooter. Lick my butt."

Tiara looks at Apple Bloom's anus. It looks clean, and free of... bits. She takes a tiny sniff, and wrinkles her nose. It smells exactly like she expected it to smell. She peers over the farmer's flanks and up at her face. "You want me to lick you there? That's like, competely disgusting."

Apple Bloom leers cruelly at her. "Yeah, dummy, that's the point. Imagine ol' Filthy seeing his perfect little princess with her tongue up my shitter, and seeing what a fucked-up, no-hope lil' whorse you really are."

Diamond Tiara's eyes glaze over and she delves into Apple Bloom's butt. She's sloppy and slobbery, eyes scrunched in concentration as she laps at Apple Bloom's tight pucker. The farmer moans at the sensations, soft and slick against her sensitive hole. The rimjob feels fantastic, and the way it's so degrading to her lover and ex-nemesis makes it even better.

"How's my butthole taste, slut? Does it taste like apples?" she teases. Diamond Tiara whines and shakes her head in response, her tongue never leaving her lover's anus. It's clean and doesn't taste foul, but it could never be clean enough to be any less than completely degrading and disgusting to the posh filly.

The farmer enjoys the lewd licking for a little longer, the soft, wet *slep* *slep* sounds of a little pink tongue against her little brown hole making her pussy burn with lust. When her mind is screaming for relief, she reaches a strong yellow hoof back to Diamond Tiara's head, and pulls her hard into her flanks. 

"Tongue my ass, whorse, stick your tongue right in that hole and swirl it round," she says, panting with lust. "Be a good lil' hussy and make me come."

Tiara instantly obeys and pushes her tongue into her anus. Apple Bloom gasps in shock and pleasure, her haunches tingling at the feel of a slick, hot tongue wriggling into her tight ring. It's utterly heavenly. She rests her head on the bench and slips her other front hoof between her legs, furiously rubbing at her slit. Every motion sends a spastic shock of pleasure through her pussy and haunches. She can hear a high-pitched moaning sound, and it takes a second to realise that it's coming from her.

Apple Bloom still takes a moment to tease Diamond Tiara and make her work harder. She clenches her anus tightly, forcing the tongue out. Diamond Tiara whines and goes crazy, desperately trying to get her tongue back inside. The pink mare's haunches are on the ground, and she's trying to grind her slit against the hard, wooden floor, desperate for release.

Apple Bloom's hoof is a blur between her haunches. She's moaning and shouting obscenities at her lover, calling her a worthless slut and ordering her to work harder. Tiara groans in shame, sending wonderful vibrations straight into the farmer's haunches. When she's just about to tip, Apple Bloom unclenches her ass and lets Tiara stick her tongue all the way in. The yellow mare screams bloody murder as she comes, her body locking up in paroxysms of pleasure. She twitches and spasms; her head slams against the hard bench as she yells Diamond Tiara's name over and over.

When the orgasm fades and the fog clears, she's still leaning over the bench, with her front hooves back on hard surface. Diamond Tiara hasn't stopped; she's still gently licking away and trying to hump the floorboards. Apple Bloom pushes her away, turns, and pulls her into a deep kiss. They breathe against each other and gently slip their tongues together. Apple Bloom tastes her own juices and the bitter taste of her ass on her lover's tongue.

She breaks the kiss and looks into Diamond Tiara's eyes. The pink mare's face is bright red and dripping with sweat. Her purple and silver mane is plastered to her forehead. Her eyes are unfocused, and she's panting like a dog. She's still grinding her hips down onto the floor.

Apple Bloom moves past her through the steamy room, picks up one of the flasks, and takes a long pull of juice. She trots back over to Tiara, holds the flask to her lips and lets her drink. Tiara's throat bulges cutely as she swallows the drink.

"Di?"

"...Bloom." Her hips are still undulating.

"How ya feelin'?"

"Good. Real good."

"You want to take a break?"

Her sweaty tresses whip from side to side as she shakes her head. Apple Bloom grins.

"Look at you, grinding your coochie on the floor like that. You're like an animal in need of rutting, ain'tcha?" Tiara just pants and nods. Apple Bloom plants a chaste kiss on her lips. "Ah'll sort'cha out, don't you fret." She goes back to her pack, and pulls out two objects. One, a small parcel of greaseproof paper. The other, a strap-on black plastic dildo. It's a little shorter than the average stallion, but a little thicker too. With some effort, Apple Bloom gets the strap-on attached. The black cock bobs between her legs as she sashays towards Tiara.

"On yer back, Di." Diamond Tiara does as she's told, and rolls onto her back like an obedient pet, splaying her hindlegs out to the side. Apple Bloom gets between her legs and rests the shaft of the cock on top of Diamond Tiara's swollen slit. The slim filly doesn't move, but coos at the feel of a cold toy on her hot sex. She gasps when Apple Bloom leans down and sticks her tongue in her ear.

"Yer a lil' hussy, Di," whispers the farmer. "You wanna get fucked like a hussy?" She slides the plastic cock along Tiara's soft cleft, making her whine and nod furiously.

"Yes oh please fuck me!"

"Good. Where d'you want it?"

"In my pussy - YEOWWW~!" She yelps as Apple Bloom bites down on her ear, and then gurgles as she pushes a hoof against her throat.

"What?! You're a hussy, rich bitch, hussies don't get fucked in the pussy, where do hussies get fucked?" she snaps. She grinds her hips down extra hard as she takes her hoof off her throat. Diamond Tiara squeals at the sudden air and the sensation.

"In the butt they get fucked in the butt!" 

Apple Bloom grins, and stands up. "That's right, hussy."

Diamond Tiara bites her lip and reaches a hoof down to play with herself. Apple Bloom immediately slaps it away. "Oh no you don't," snaps the farmer. "Only ah get to decide when you come. In fact, I'm gon' make sure you can't sneak a hoof down there..."

Apple Bloom fetches a few lengths of twine from her bag, and binds Tiara's front forelegs together. She then presses Tiara's bound forelegs to her pink chest, and ties twine around her back, binding her front legs to her body. She flips the trussed-up Tiara onto her belly, then reaches a hoof under her nethers and orders her to stand her hind legs up. She compies; her flanks are propped up in the air and her face is pressed to the wooden floor. Apple Bloom yanks her tail.

"Get yer tail outta the way, slut, ain't like you can feel shame or nothin'."

As Tiara lifts her tail, Apple Bloom unwraps the parcel of greaseproof paper. It contains a two-ounce lump of butter, softened by the heat of the sauna. She presses it into her lover's anus, and the slim young mare shivers at the sensation. The butter melts as she smears it around, with little rivulets of golden oil running down pretty pink haunches. She wipes up the excess globs, and uses them to lube the dildo between her legs.

Diamond Tiara wobbles as Apple Bloom mounts her, and nearly buckles when the powerfully-built farm girl bears her weight down on her. Apple Bloom takes a moment to get comfortable, smacks her lover's cutie mark hard enough to get a grunt, then leans down until her muzzle is at her ear. "Ah'm gon' rut you until you're screaming for mercy, you lil' whorse," she growls, lining up the plastic cock, "and ah ain't gon give you none."

She starts pushing into the slim mare underneath her, slowly but smoothly. The first thrust is painful, painful enough that Tiara twitches from the little stabbing pains in her rectum. She lets out a low whine, which turns into a scream when Apple Bloom bites the back of her neck hard. Apple Bloom snickers, then gently kisses and suckles on her neck. Diamond Tiara squirms and coos and Apple Bloom bottoms out.

The farm girl pulls out, making Diamond Tiara space her coos with sharp gasps, until only the tip of the thick cock is left inside. She waits a moment before sinking back in. When Tiara suddenly groans with lust, she starts to fuck her, sawing the dildo in and out of her butt.

Diamond Tiara becomes incoherent from the pleasure and pain as Apple Bloom's hips slam against her rump, driving a cock into her ass and her face into the floor. Apple Bloom is an animal above her, strong and powerful, utterly dominating her. In this moment she is owned by the farmer, a mere pet, and she is utterly sheltered from the whole bastard world under the butter-coated mare's sublimely harsh ministrations.

Apple Bloom grinds her hips against her little slut's rump, letting the base of the dildo rub her own clit. She rears up on her hind legs, planting her hooves on Diamond Tiara's flanks. Her hips go back until only the tip is inside, and the brings a hoof down hard on Diamond Tiara's cutie mark as she thrusts back in. On the next thrust, she spanks her again just as hard, on the exact same spot. She fucks her faster and faster, smacking her cutie mark with every stroke. Diamond Tiara is screaming, bawling her eyes out, her face thrashing from side to side against the floor.

"What are you, Miss Diamond Tiara?"

"I-I'm a fucking who~oo~orse!" she sobs.

"Damn straight you are," says Apple Bloom, not slowing for a second, "You feelin' horny, rich bitch?"

"Yes! Oh yes!"

Apple Bloom leans down, her stomach resting on Diamond Tiara's back, and slips a hoof between her lover's haunches. "Damn, it's like a fuckin' furnace down there," she whispers. "You want me to rub your coochie while I fuck your tight lil' pucker, Tiara?"

"Oh please oh yes make me come oh please yes!"

Apple Bloom keeps fucking and rubbing, her hoof dripping with Diamond Tiara's juices. Diamond Tiara squeals madly and slams her hips back into Apple Bloom's with every thrust. Something about the sensation of being buggered sets Diamond Tiara on fire. The utter overload of sensations, having her tiny hole stretched wide, the burning friction as the cock slides against her sphincter, the vibrations through the rest of her haunches, it's all too much and it's absolute rapture. She struggles madly against the bonds, not to try and escape, just to know that they are there and she is hers.

Apple Bloom looks up and sees the bucket through the thick steam. It gives her an amazing, evil idea. She buries herself deep in Diamond Tiara's butt and stops moving her hoof. The mare underneath her screams in frustration when she realises, and tries to hump against it. Apple Bloom grins and moves her hoof away.

"Say, Di, do you want me to touch ya or somethin'?"

Diamond Tiara pouts and begs. "Apple Blooooom, you're being mean you stupid hick! Rub my fucking pussy already!"

"Nuh-uh, if you want me to get you off, you're gonna crawl over to that bucket and rest yer chin on the edge."

The pink mare whines and pouts, but they move over to the bucket, shuffling and tottering. Apple Bloom lifts Tiara's head up to the rim of the bucket. The rich girl can smell her own acrid urine. She cringes as a strand of her hair falls into the yellow liquid.

Apple Bloom starts fucking again, causing Tiara to teeter precariously, trying to not tip the bucket over her. Apple Bloom grips the back of Tiara's mane with her teeth to stabilise her, yanking and growling, all the tendons in her powerful neck bulging out. She fucks with short thrusts, only pulling out an inch or two before slamming back in. Her hoof goes back between Diamond Tiara's legs and rubs her slick, dripping folds. The slim mare moans in tortured pleasure, overwhelmed by the thick cock sliding in and out of her asshole, her lover's talented hoof, and the thick, foul stench of her piss. Her moans get louder as she nears her climax.

"Y' G'ttin' cl'se n'w, Di?" Apple Bloom's voice is muffled through the back of Diamond Tiara's lovely mane. She sucks and chews on it, soaking in the smell of expensive shampoo and fresh sweat.

"Oh! Oh! So oh so close! Fuck me oh oh hard oh please ohhh!"

"Y'r gon' cum 'n t'ree s'cs! T'ree! T'w! W'n!"

The farmer releases Diamond Tiara's mane and shoves her face into the bucket of urine. It splashes all over the pretty filly's face, goes up her nose and into her open mouth and her ears and eyes.

It makes Diamond Tiara come so hard she nearly passes out. Her slit twitches madly and drenches Apple Bloom's hoof in a spray of wetness. She howls into the bucket, which sounds out as a demented gargle. The bucket tips onto the side, and he yellow liquid spills out onto the floor. It flows in a puddle past her neck.

Apple Bloom pushes the bucket away. Diamond Tiara is gasping and spluttering, her eyes shut, completely dazed and disoriented. Quickly and efficiently, the farmer unties the bonds around Diamond Tiara's barrel, then rolls her onto her back and removes the twine around her forelegs. She then cradles her still-gasping lover in her front legs, and plants a soft kiss on her lips. Tiara coughs and cuddles into the farmer, who licks her eyelids like a mother to her foal. She can taste the salty urine, but she doesn't mind. Tiara just mewls and shivers against her.

A few minutes later, Apple Bloom looks at the steam machine. The steam has cut off, and the bath tub has been filled. She helps Diamond Tiara up and into the bathtub. The water is wondefully hot. She gasps as it sets her bruised cutie mark and punished anus on fire, but sighs as it eases all the tension elsewhere away.

The two lovers wash each other, giggling and chatting as they soap each other up, cleaning away the grease, sex and urine from their bodies. It's nothing like her perfectly stocked bathroom full of beauty products at home, but Diamond Tiara doesn't care, She just cuddles against Apple Bloom in the water, and lets the farmer throw a foreleg around her like a coltfriend would. Apple Bloom kisses her cheek, and then looks into her eyes.

"Di, ah know ah can give you crap sometimes for being a crazy rich girl 'n' all, but... you're somethin' special. Ah'm glad to be yer friend, and ah'm lucky to be more."

Tiara kisses Apple Bloom's neck and nuzzles into her. Apple Bloom always gets like this after sex.

"You too, Hayseed. You too."