It never ceased to amaze Rarity how simply being down could affect one’s appearance. She trudged back to the boutique, her mane had fallen lose from when she had ripped it from its styling and her coat was filthy from her breakdown on Twilight’s doorstep. She was rather thankful no one had stumbled upon her during that scene. Normally the dirt and grim would appall her but not today. No, she deserved this. Why did she have to mention Twilight’s position? Of course, the mare would be worried that someone would try to get close to her due to her position in society. Even more so with how much Rarity talked about the royal life style. Oh, she had just made a mess of everything. Twilight had every right to and would think she was such a shallow worthless piece of filth.
She reached the boutique intent on having a bath and heading to bed early only to find Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo looking at Spike as he rolled on the floor laughing with concerned looks on their faces.
“That…That was a good one,” Spike managed between laughs.
“We're dead serious Spike,” Sweetie Belle responded. Rarity just watched from the sidelines. She didn’t have the energy to deal with these foals today.
“But…Sweet Celestia what happened to you Rarity?” Spike asked.
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo spun around and Sweetie Belle’s jaw dropped, “I take it didn’t go well with Twilight.”
“Yikes, what did she do to you?” Scootaloo asked.
Rarity sighed, “Sweet Twilight did nothing to me. I did this to myself.”
Sweetie Belle immediately rushed to her sister’s side, “We are taking you to the hospital.”
“Sweetie Belle I assure you I am fine. Twilight did not hurt me, I inadvertently hurt her,” Rarity explained. To say that the change in Spike’s comportment was drastic would have been the understatement.
“YOU DID WHAT!?” he yelled.
“Spike I–” Rarity tried but was interrupted.
“Did you hit her because she likes you?”
“Heavens no. I would never–”
“Did you call her names? Like a fillyfooler,” Spike asked. Rarity caught the visible cringe of Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. She couldn't blame them. The term was hardly ever used nicely and with their age group the way it was they had had their fair share of insults thrown their way.
“No.” Rarity responded.
“Then what did you do?”
“I compared her to the Prince of my dreams,” Rarity responded with her head hung low.
Spike slammed his claw into his forehead, “I was worried you would do that,” he grumbled.
“Why is that a bad thing?” Sweetie Belle asked, “Isn’t that a good comparison?”
“Yah,” Scootaloo responded wrapping a wing around Sweetie, “I call Sweetie my little princess all the time.”
“Wait? Did Twilight kick you out?” Spike asked.
“Yes,” Rarity admitted, her gaze downcast.
Spike’s began to pace, “I can’t believe she actually did it. She was worried about you liking her position more than her if her journals were anything to go by but enough to kick you out? I thought she was just bluffing to make me feel better."
Rarity’s ears perked up, “She kept...I mean you read her journals?”
Spike rolled his eyes, “For an alicorn she isn’t very good at hiding things.”
“No offense Spike but why are so upset about this? I mean wouldn’t you not want it to work out between them?” Scootaloo asked. She promptly got a hoof to the back of the head from Sweetie Belle, “Hey!”
Spike fixed Rarity with a glare, “You can throw me through the gates of Tartus but you DO NOT HURT TWILIGHT!”
Rarity step back, “I assure you, Spike, I have no intention of ever hurting Twilight.”
“Good because next time there won’t only be gems on your flanks.” Rarity gulped.
“Y’all going t’a be okay?” Applejack asked as she adjusted another feather. Dash let her tongue loll out of her mouth and produced a soft whimper of delight.
“So long as I get to come back to this I will be fine,” she responded. She heard Applejack chuckled above her.
“Ah don’t get how you enjoy this so much. It’s like brushing yer mane ain’t it?”
Dash laughed, “Not even ohhhhh,” she trailed off as Applejack adjusted yet another feather. Applejack was certainly taking her time today with Dash’s wings and Dash was silently praying she would end soon. Her arousal was nearing an almost unbearable level and she wasn’t sure if she would be able to control herself long enough.
“What do you think they want with ya?” Applejack asked.
“Who knows…probably want pictures or something to show off to their friends,” Dash responded as Applejack finished with the last feather. The earth pony got up and moved to the picnic basket they had set aside. Dash had insisted on the preening seeing as she was missing out on it later. There was just something wrong with doing it on your own once someone else had done it. She watched as Applejack moved. She had never trusted her wings to another pony before, even with Applejack it had taken time. They were her pride and joy but the day she had given that part of herself to Applejack was still one of the best days of her life. There was nothing else like it. She contemplated if she should tell Applejack the one secret she had kept from her. She continued to watch as Applejack swayed her hips lightly as she walked. Then the mare took notice of her cyan onlooker and gave a playful flick her golden blond tail.
Oh don’t do that AJ, Dash thought as she began to rub her thighs together. Then Applejack gave her a look with half lidded eyes.
“Like what you see Surgarcube?” she asked.
“You have no idea,” Dash breathed.
“Well come and get it,” Applejack responded and turned her attention back to the picnic basket. The little control Dash had had over her wings vanished and they shot out knocking over a hay bale. Her cheeks lit up like a stop light.
Damn you AJ, she thought. Had that mare really said what Dash thought she had just said. Did she want her to pounce on her and ravish her till Dash had to go to dinner with her parents? No Stupid feather brain! Applejack doesn't think like that!
“Something wrong sugarcube?” Applejack’s voice was heavy with…disappointment? She set down a plate of food in front of Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow shook her head not trusting herself to speak.
“Yah sure, I half expected you to jump me there,” Applejack responded.
Oh, how I wish I could, Dash thought, but she couldn’t there was still that underlying fear, that fear that had kept her from sexual activity for most of her life. That secret only her parent knew of. Dash slid herself away from Applejack a little not managing to get her wings down. She also noticed the frown on Applejack’s face.
“What happened Dashie?” Applejack asked. Dash buried her face in her hooves. AJ never used that nickname unless she was worried, and the last thing Dash wanted was for that beautiful mare to be worried about her.
“Nothing,” Dash mumbled.
“Really? Cause every time ah get frisky with ya, ya run away,” Applejack responded, distaste dripping from her words.
"Rainbow Dash doesn't run away!" Rainbow protested but Applejack ignored her
“Ya already told me it cause of a bad time.” Applejack rested a comforting hoof on Dash’s shoulder, “Ah want t’a help Dash. Just like y’all help me.”
Dash sighed, “You aren’t going to let this go are you?”
“Not any more than ah’m about to let ya out of m’ah life.”
Dash thought about the memories, she hadn't talked about it in years, the only ponies that knew were her parents and that hadn’t ended well. She took a deep breath. She could trust Applejack, any mare she trusted her wings to deserve to know everything about her, the good and the bad.
“It was back in flight camp,” Dash began, “I was still young, one of the coaches like me I guess…he asked to meet me afterward and…” Dash trailed off as tears came to her eyes. Don’t cry! She scolded herself, You will not cry, you’ve shed enough tears over him. Try as she might though she couldn’t stop the tears from running down her muzzle.
“Dash…” Applejack whispered as she gave the pegasus a hug. The comforting embrace eased the pain inside Dash, enough for her to continue.
“He brought me behind the bleachers. Celestia, I was so young I didn’t know any better, I followed…There he took me. He never asked just forced me down and…raped me.” With that Dash broke down into a crying mess. She tried to fight it, Wonderbolts didn’t cry, she didn’t cry, yet she was helpless against the flood every time she relives those memories.
“Ah'm sorry,” Applejack whispered into Dash’s ear as she held her close. Dash, in turn, buried her face into Applejack’s chest.
“I…I’ve never told…anypony but my parents,” Dash managed between sobs. She felt a hoof running through her mane.
“It’s okay. Ah, ain’t gonna do nothing t’ya. Ah’ll wait forever if it’s what ya want. Ah love ya too much t’a do that.”
Dash nuzzled deeper into Applejack’s neck, “Celestia I love you so much.”