Applejack didn’t get the appeal of this whole ‘pole dancing’ thing. Sure, she knew it was an excuse to watch someone move around while practically naked, but that sort of thing just didn’t interest her. And it was way beyond her why someone would ever want to be the one dancing.
It was not, it seemed, beyond her girlfriend. When Rarity told Applejack that she had practiced pole dancing for a while, Applejack wasn’t quite sure what to think of it. She was even less sure when Rarity decided to have a pole installed in her house.
That all changed when Rarity convinced her to watch a private show. At first Applejack remained as skeptical as ever – especially when Rarity insisted she should be handcuffed for the performance. “To make sure you stay put,” Rarity had said, as if Applejack was just going to walk out otherwise.
But as Rarity warmed up and really started to lose herself, so did Applejack. Although Rarity had started the evening fully clothed, that slowly changed. First it was just a couple shirt buttons, then it was all of them. By that point, Applejack was seeing the appeal of pole dancing after all.
It wasn’t just that Rarity was becoming increasingly less clothed. It was the way she danced. The confidence in every movement. The seductive looks that lasted only a second, taunting Applejack, making her want more. It was even the handcuffs; Applejack was left unable to do anything more than watch Rarity dance, and it was perfect.
By the time the music came to a stop, she was stripped down to nothing but lacy panties that only barely covered her. Even though she had to be worn out from dancing, she didn’t show it. Rarity walked over to Applejack painfully slowly, filling her with anticipation. She placed her mouth near her tethered girlfriend’s ear and spoke barely above a whisper. “Now then, love, was that really so bad?”
Applejack shifted her arm, wanting desperately to bring Rarity in closer, but it was still firmly handcuffed to the chair. “Well, I, uh… I guess it might’ve –”
“You guess?” Rarity pulled away, frowning. She pouted as she gently placed her hand on Applejack’s cheek and slowly traced it down her neck. Her hand stopped at the collar of Applejack’s shirt, where it began toying with her top button. “Is that really all you thought?”
Applejack’s eyes widened. She was trembling as she imagined how the night could play out, but she knew it wouldn’t unless she did better than that. “No, I didn’t mean it like that! That was positively the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I loved every minute of it!”
Rarity smiled again. More grin than smile, and it always drove Applejack crazy to see. She leaned in closer, placing her arms around Applejack’s neck. Her body glistened with sweat, and all AJ could think about getting that body on her own. “Tell me, Applejack…” Rarity rested her forehead on AJ’s and moved ever so slowly closer, so their lips were practically touching. “What would you like to do with me now?”
Again, Applejack tried to move her arms, but again, she failed. She just grinned instead, confident that whatever happened from here would be as enjoyable as the show had been. “Oh, I could think of a few things.”
“Oh?”
Applejack planted a kiss on Rarity’s neck; at least she was free enough for that. “I think you know exactly what I got in mind.”
As Applejack gave a small nibble, Rarity giggled. “Oh yes, I think I know.”
Without warning, Rarity jumped up. “But I think I’d rather get myself cleaned off. This was fun, though! Maybe next time, darling.”
Applejack could only watch as Rarity gathered her clothes and walked away. “Rarity?” Applejack asked the empty room. “Rarity, come back. I’m still handcuffed here, Rare! Rarity!”