While the shippings aren't anything new, the concept definitely is. color me intrigued.

You're back! Least I have this to distract me until To Find A Rainbow 2 comes out.

I'm intrigued

Meanwhile, in the vanity's drawer, Mr. Happy feels abandoned...

Woooooo hoooooo! Very much looking forward to reading more of this.

D'awwwwwww how cute!! Gotta say, this was a really nice story. Just the right balance of sweet and sexy

I have a very strong inkling that I've read this already somewhere a few months back... and I'm not speaking about just a few random facts, but the whole thing. Or I have once dreamed about reading this and what I dreamed was actually me guessing the future exactly.
Nevertheless, can't wait for more of this

Rarity’s personal favorite was a blank-flanked Applejack showing off the empty space where her two front baby teeth had been. The two pig-tails either side of her widely-grinning face truly set the picture off, and Rarity couldn’t help but smile fondly every time she passed it.

I like this detail.

Rarity had unknowingly passed Big Macintosh’s silent room

Most of the time his door is closed we can hear bedsprings and a mares squeaks.

A large, broken-in bed covered in apple-printed blankets and sheets.

Courtesy of Rarity...is it too much to imagine them having sleepovers when they were kids?

Applejack had already let her hair down, as she was wont to do immediately before bed,

would

It would be uncouth to ogle her lover’s body like some base lowlife.

That's what you're supposed to do Rarity.

“Rares, he and Soarin’ just want a foal that’s theirs, y’know? If Soarin’s donates the… y’know… seed and I carry it, it’ll be related to Soarin’ and still be an Apple. It’ll be everything they want!

There's a rather easy way to donate seed, another big ship I approve of.

Everythin’ll be fine, Rares, just you see!

Way to sink the Titanic Applejack!

Though it was easily large enough for the two of them, their backs were still left mere inches apart, to the point Rarity could still feel the warm of her lover’s body.

That's why smaller beds are better for sex.

Why’d they have to drag Applejack into everything?

Applejack could say No.

He started that orchard when Appleloosa was founded... what was it? Nearly thirteen years ago now? Hay, has it really been that long?

If it's been that long, Apple Bloom would be old enough to have a child too. Why not her?
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It took me days to clean all the dust out of my coat last time we visited!

Then This time don't go mining for gold! We all told you it was stupid Rarity.

Applejack splayed out upon her back, her long mane spilling across the sheets like liquid gold and herself leaning sideways over her so that she could drink in the sight of her lover looking so vulnerable with anticipation.

Who doesn't like the sight of a woman's head on a pillow?

“We c-can’t… Mac and Apple Bloom are just down the hall!”

Mac does it where he wants. And his mare(s) is/are never quiet.

Applejack was singing a siren’s song in the back of her throat; her every gasp and pant only egging Rarity on to greater heights.

Nearby, Apple Bloom turns up her music and closes her door.

“Rares, I… I’m–!” Applejack began to cry before a violent shiver wracked her body.

Big Mac scowls at his own door and turns back to who he's doing.

“Hah… T-that was… amazin’, Sugarcube,” Applejack panted. “You, uh… you enjoy it, too?”

<bang><bang><bang>Keep it down in there!Yeah!You heard him!