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// May Drabble - themunck 
// Story: Auto's Authentic Anecdotes 
// by Autocharth 
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[Bloodlines] Dash and Applejack go on a date
Humanised
Non-canon to Bloodlines.....probably.




Applejack took a sip of her drink, sighed happily, and dropped her arm around her girlfriend. She got to enjoy that for a few seconds before she felt the girl begin to squirm. The ranger glanced down over the rim of her tankard, and grinned.

“Well, don’t y’all look darlin’,” she remarked with a snicker and a squeeze.

Dash poked Applejack’s arm, scowling. “I look stupid,” she grumbled, and lightly kicked Applejack’s leg. “Why do you get pants? I want pants! This thing is all froufrou and annoying and I want pants.”

Shrugging, Applejack kept her arm in place. It wasn’t her fault the fine attire had pants, but she couldn’t lie to herself; she was happy to see Dash in a dress. The lithe thief pulled it off better than Dash wanted to admit, and the light blue fabric seemed to just go with her hair perfectly.

“Why did we have to dress up anyway?” Dash went on. “I like my normal stuff.”

“Heh,” chortled Applejack. She gestured with the hand holding her drink. “Ya think they would have let us in here if we’d been in our usual gear?”

Their rich surroundings were practically wrapping the pair in decadence and wealth. The wood panels with fine carvings, polished marble tiles, everything Twilight had promised for the two of them. 

“I coulda talked my way in,” Dash asserted, flashing a confident grin at Applejack. Despite her complaints, she had settled rather well against the larger woman, and her own drink was being drained even faster.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Rainbow.” Smiling, Applejack glanced about the private room. It really was rich, almost overwhelmingly so. She could almost smell the excessive decadence. It wasn’t until Dash spoke up that she even realised what she’d done.

“What’s wrong?” demanded Dash. She gave Applejack a look through narrow eyes, watching the ranger for any sign of a lie. “I can tell, bumpkin, so don’t pretend you’re fine.”

Applejack shrugged again, delaying her answer with a gulp of hot cider from her tankard. She felt Dash poking her again, insistently, until she lowered her drink with a sigh.

“This place is real fancy and all, sugar, and I know Twi’ went to a lot of effort gettin’ us this, but...well…” She hesitated, the words on the tip of her tongue. Guilt glued the truth to it, however, and so she searched for a moment for a polite way to say it.

A grin broke out on Dash’s face. “But it’s not really your kinda thing?” she asked.

Applejack nodded, and said, “Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m just bein’ a country bumpkin in the big city, but this kinda thing is—”

Lips, softer than she would have imagined, cut her off. The taste of cider didn’t quite cover what was the distinct flavour of Dash. Applejack closed her eyes, returning the kiss until Dash drew back. Neither said a word as they relaxed in the simple enjoyment of such an intimate act.

“Ain’t my thing either,” Dash said. She trembled slightly, and Applejack was worried until she realised the slender thief was laughing quietly. There was a wicked gleam in Dash’s eyes as she gazed up at her. “I knew I was gonna outlast you.”

“...” Applejack stared down at her, mouth hanging open for a second. “...did...did you ask Twilight for this, just so ya could see which of us would got uncomfortable first?”

Dash didn’t say anything, but her wide, cocky smirk was more than enough. It took every ounce of Applejack’s willpower to avoid dumping her drink on her partner’s head.

“You’re a damn nuisance,” she growled, but under it was the faint hint of laughter. Her revenge came swiftly; the contents of her drink went down in one gulp, and the ranger rose. She brought Dash with her, and ignoring the yelp, Applejack threw her over her shoulder.

“Hey! What’s the deal?”

Applejack grinned. “This is meant to be a date, sugar. I’m thinkin’ we find a tavern, drink ‘em dry and see where we go from there.”

Dash fell silent for a few seconds, turning the idea over in her head.

“Okay, I like that plan. Onward!”

Laughing, Applejack ignored the scandalised look on the doorman’s face as they burst out into the cool evening air. “Just remember, Rainbow, I’m wearing the pants.”

* Fin. *