Ponyville. A usually quiet town.
Usually.
When Twilight Sparkle goes barrelling down the street at full force, hiding behind a house, then you could tell that something is wrong.
She was being covert, poking her head out from the structures every now and then, before finding a new spot to hide at. Spectators wouldn’t know what she was doing, but a suspicion about Rainbow Dash could have started.
The pegasus was gently flapping her wings through the air, surveying the ground below. It was like she was a hungry predator, searching for her prey, casting a shadow down beneath her. She browsed the scene with her daring eyes, on the lookout for the unicorn she desired to sleep with, or rather, offered.
Twilight moved when she had the chance, the game having already started. If Rainbow Dash caught a glimpse of her, just a flash, she’d have been found out. House after house, building after building, she found herself sneaking across Ponyville, something she really shouldn’t be having to do on a simple day.
The intensity was rising, every time revealing herself was getting more risky. She had to find a form of shelter at some point, perhaps permanent. It was getting a tad ridiculous.
But yet, would it really be a stretch to say that Rainbow Dash wouldn’t find her? Maybe she should have quit while she was ahead, just accepting the offer.
Two of her friends weren’t virgins, so what did it matter? Why was she desperately going so far to avoid an offer for sex, and yet trying to find out her friends’ sexual lives? It was a misplaced opportunity, the idea not even getting to her.
Maybe, in some twisted, warped figment of her imagination, she was playing some form of ‘hard-to-get’. Maybe she wanted Rainbow Dash, but didn’t know it yet.
It wasn’t implausible, Rainbow Dash having a nice figure and all. What with the athletic muscles, her glorious wings, the lush coat...
Twilight shook her head furiously. Why was she thinking too much about it? She hit her head a few times, telling herself to cut it out. She didn’t want Rainbow Dash, she kept telling herself. The purified mane, the calling voice.
She didn’t want it.
She scouted her surroundings for an arbitrary amount of times, searching for her next point to hide. Salutations must have been on her side, as there was something she spotted that could be used. To the side of the street was a large wooden cart, filled to the brim with apples. She could see Applejack talking with another pony at the side, likely a transaction just gone through. If Twilight guessed, she would be heading back to the farm with the cart.
Gulping, before looking around one last time for Rainbow Dash, she bolted as fast as her hooves could carry her, charging straight at the cart. She spread her body out as she leapt at the fruit, diving into and under them all. Her body became covered in apples, perfectly covered in stealth as a few apples collided together from the sudden impact.
Her breathing became laboured, the oxygen supply more reserved underneath the apple brigade. She daren’t move, the apples deciding to tumble over off the side if she so much as tapped one. All she could see and feel around her were apples. She didn’t think much of them, though they were polished quite well. A detail she noticed, but didn’t mean anything.
She could hear a voice loudening, Applejack’s voice without a doubt, the accent very distinguishable. She said something, though Twilight couldn’t make it out.
She could make out the hooves trampling on the ground though, the metal holds of the cart hooking onto a pony. With a sudden jerk, Twilight was thrown a few centimetres, Applejack deciding to walk along with the cart behind her, setting off.
She was on the move to Sweet Apple Acres most likely.
She took in her situation quickly. It wasn’t a bad choice. Hiding in the barn could be a good alternative, and it’d definitely get her away from Rainbow Dash. A chance to talk with Applejack too.
Being surrounded by apples wasn’t the best accommodation though. They didn’t hurt or dig into her, but they were certainly no pillow. She couldn’t really complain though, getting further away from the center of town with a full-fledged disguise. It was a brilliant tactic to delve and sneak in with the apples, and the more she repeated that to herself, the more evil she looked.
Her smile grew unhealthily, almost ready to cackle about her brilliant plan. The Dash wouldn’t be able to get her now.
Twilight felt a bump again as the cart halted to a stop, cutting off her menacing mood. Her head had a little impact itself, rubbing it a little with her hoof from the bushel of apples. Why did Applejack stop?
She could hear a voice from outside, not the familiar cowpony accent. It was somepony else. Shifting a few apples out of her way to get a clearer hearing, she pushed her ear towards the slightly open space she created, getting a better reception for the voice.
“Do you know where Twilight is?” the voice asked, very, very, familiar.
Twilight cringed right away, sinking her head into her hooves, her lip wobbling, almost ready to stream into ‘it’s-not-fair!’ tears just from hearing Rainbow Dash’s voice. She was right nearby, and of all the places, why did she have to be right there?
“Nope, sorry Rainbow,” Applejack’s voice replied, “Why?”
Yes Rainbow Dash, Twilight said to herself, narrowing her eyes, Why are you looking for me?
“I’m offering her to sleep with me. She keeps rejecting me.”
Twilight... wasn’t exactly expecting that. For Rainbow Dash to just come out and say it...
“What? Really?”
“Yeah, I’m searching everywhere for her.”
Applejack broke out into a small fit of laughter after a short pregnant pause. “Oh, that girl is missing an experience!”
No, Twilight thought out loud to herself, shaking her head with her hooves, Not Applejack too...
“I know right?” Rainbow Dash gloriously replied, like she couldn’t believe it either.
“This isn’t real Twilight... you’re just dreaming...” The unicorn started fumbling around, shaking and panicking. This couldn’t be real. Rainbow Dash had sex with Pinkie Pie and Applejack? Nope! This was a dream.
“But then again,” Applejack said, Twilight only moving her eyes from the voice, “I remember having a similar experience when it was my turn.”
“Her turn?” Twilight whispered.
“Yeah yeah, I know,” Dash clemently responded, “But when you finally said yes, wasn’t that a roll in the hay?”
“Hoowee!” Applejack nonchalantly agreed, no doubt at all, “I’ll say.”
A roll in the hay? Was that literal or suggestive? A figure of speech or the action actually real? Twilight didn’t know.
But did she want to? Why did Big Mac come into her mind, the scene of apples coming over her? The big stallion was a worker, full of muscle. He was likely a great pony to...
“GAH!” Twilight screamed, the haunting in her mind taking over. She didn’t realise, in her sudden panic, that she had thrown all of the apples around her away. The two other mares caught sight of the action, as well as the shouting, right away.
Rainbow Dash, after checking out the chaos, formed a grin. “Well, well. This is where you’ve been huh Twilight?”
“I am not sleeping with you!” Twilight blurted out, before leaping off the cart, and making a break for it off the farm.
“Later AJ!” she heard Rainbow Dash say behind her, before a slight whoosh-like sound occurred, the pegasus hot on her trail. She wasn’t going to get anywhere.
Twilight also heard a muffled shouting coming from Applejack, but she was too far away to make it out. It likely had something to do with her ruining her apples.
“Twilight! Would you stop running already?”
No, no NO! Twilight kept telling herself, not wanting to fall victim to The Dash and... her ways. Her tempting, lush cyan coat and feathers way.
Rainbow Dash just sighed as her wings kept up with the unicorn trying to flee, failing at every opportunity. She was going to succumb to her charms one way or another.