In the morning, Rarity awoke, confused as to why she wasn't in her bed. Then previous nights' events flooded through her mind, and she frowned, wiping away the dried tears and sleep as she went down to make some breakfast. Her hooves creaked down the stairs, and she sniffed to reveal the smell of hay waffles. Yum. Wait. Waffles? She gasped, this time authentically, and ran down the stairs, turning into the kitchen to reveal Applejack, cooking waffles on the stove. Rarity was shocked, emitting a small squeak. Applejack turned, and upon seeing Rarity, charged towards her, embracing her in a huge hug. What Rarity did next confuses her still, but she mashed her muzzle against Applejack's, and Applejack opened her mouth to let Rarity's tongue in. They stumbled out of the kitchen, still embraced, and collapsed on the couch. They rolled their, only removing their lips from each others' to gasp for air. Rarity was more confused than you can imagine, but she kept it up, enjoying the apple-y taste of the other mare. Applejack was equally shocked, but loved the feel of the other mare's soft pelt, softer than hay.
"I guess we're marefriends now?"
"Sorta-kinda, I s'pose."