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// Every Time We Touch, I Get This Feeling 
// Story: Dueling Keyboards 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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When Rainbow Dash kissed Applejack, she had some idea of what it was like to be a changeling.

It wasn’t like she eating AJ’s love, but she could still feel it. Some was the gentleness of the earth pony’s lips, like she was afraid Dash would break if she pressed a little too hard, no matter how Dash assured her. Some was the look of fondness in those green eyes that was a lot like Applejack’s expression when she looked over the Acres, except instead of thousands of trees, it was all directed at Dash. Some was the sharp scent of pressed juice and mulling spices in her coat, even ten moons after cider season.

But that wasn’t all of it. When they kissed, even in a mostly chaste one like this, Dash felt an extra something. It reached up from below and wrapped around her even when Applejack had all four hooves on the ground. It didn’t pin her down; it was just a comforting presence, a reminder that the earth held her dear, even after all the times she’d plowed into it.

Twilight or maybe Cadence could spell out the details. All Dash knew and cared to know was that she felt Applejack’s love, and she trusted that AJ felt hers.

And as the mares pulled back from the kiss, Dash said the same sweet nothing she always did.

“No homo.”

Applejack had long since just brushed it off with a roll of her eyes, but for some reason, today she met it with a scowl. “Seriously?”

“Don’t want ponies to get the wrong idea.”

“RD—”

Mayor Mare cleared her throat. “I may not understand all the particulars of that technicality, but I don’t believe it applies if you’ve just married the other mare, Mrs. Dash.”

“Nah, totally still counts.” Dash looked to the guests, few if any of them looking like they agreed with her. Even her parents looked less than completely sympathetic. Maybe Lightning Dust and Rolling Thunder; it was hard to tell with how they were giggling.

The mayor sighed behind her. “Well, the ceremony is over in any case. Applejack, I’m afraid she’s your problem now.”

“That is what I signed up for.” Applejack restored the hat she’d doffed for the vows to its rightful place and smirked. “C’mon, RD. Let’s go cut that braytonic weddin’ cake.”

Even through the town hall’s floorboards, the land pulsed beneath Dash’s hooves. She grinned. “Right there with you.”