> Fashion Week
>  by Codi Snow
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> Wining and Pining
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A chilly, quiet night fell upon Sweet Apple Acres. The Apple family had a successful harvesting day, and everypony turned in for the night. Everypony but Applejack. She had an excuse at the ready when Big Mac noticed that she still remained at the barn.

"Not tired yet?" He'd ask. Applejack would shrug
"Gotta make sure the barn is all good before I get some shut eye" she'd  reply. He'd squint at her, before yawning and stretching his arms and legs then slink off toward the main house.

Applejack was sweeping the barn floor in front of the large bales of hay when she heard 3 gentle knocks against the door. She bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't smile. She knew who it was, and her heart skipped a beat knowing that they'd be waiting on the other side of the door. She flexed her fingers to calm herself down a bit as she walked to the barn door. She opened the door to see a unicorn with a gorgeous white coat, wearing a pink silk robe, her purple hair wrapped in a slightly messy bun, her beautiful blue eyes nervously looking from left to right. Applejack let a small smile escape. 
"Howdy, Rarity, " she said in a low voice. The unicorn gave a small yet warm smile back.
“Terribly sorry for coming so late, dearest Applejack,” she said apologetically, looking into the farmer’s comforting, green eyes, “He took a lot longer than expected to fall asleep.” Applejack took a couple steps back while opening the barn door wider, allowing Rarity inside.
“Ya ain’t slippin’ him sleepin’ pills, are ya?” She joked. Rarity slapped her arm in response, her brows furrowed contrasting with humor in her eyes. 
“Applejack, how could you ever even assume that of me?” Rarity replied, placing her hand on her chest looking away from the farmer dramatically. Applejack let out a small chuckle as she walked behind the large bales, bringing out a bottle and two wine glasses in one hand and a plate filled with cheeses and crackers. She heard a soft “oh” come from Rarity, causing her to blush a light pink.
“I figure I’d make yer visit a tad more comfortable, heh,” Applejack replied sheepishly, placing the refreshments on a conveniently positioned bale of hay. She sat on one end and beckoned for the fashionista to sit on the other side. “Sorry ‘bout not grabbin’ a cushion for ya, Big Mac’s already askin’ enough questions t’ make me sweat a little” She said as Rarity sat down.
“Oh darling, it’s quite alright. I wasn’t expecting you to go this far as it is!” Rarity replied as Applejack grabbed the bottle. She twisted the cork off of the top with relative ease, a loud ‘pop!’ echoing through the barn. Rarity squinted at the bottle, trying to look for the label.
“What kind of wine is that?” She asked as Applejack filled her own glass. She hovered the lip of the bottle over Rarity’s glass.
“It’s somethin’ I’m workin’ on,” she replied matter-of-factly as she filled Rarity’s glass. She put the bottle down onto the floor, the cork pushed back in slightly,” I remembered overhearin’ you ‘nd Fluttershy talkin’ ‘bout how ya’ll wish there was a wine that could be light and airy yet sweet and flavorful,” she picked up the glass and swirled the contents gently,”Ain’t as great as Mac’s hard cider but I think it’s pretty up there.” She nodded at the unicorn with a smirk. 
“Give it a try,” She encouraged, “I recommend swirlin’ it around a bit to wake the flavors.” She watched as Rarity lifted the glass and followed her suggestion, taking a small sip. Her heart hopped several beats as Rarity’s expression changed from curiosity to pleasantly surprised.
“Oh Applejack, this is absolutely resplendent! What is this?” Rarity asked, taking another sip. Applejack swirled her wine looking at the fashionista with a smile.
“Th’ main ingredient is apples, of course, but I started havin’ ideas of mixin’ in some grapes, a couple of peach slices, and just a spoonful of zap apple jam,” she took a sip before looking back at Rarity, “I was thinkin’ a lil zap apple jam would give it the kick it needs, y’know?” She casted a glance at Rarity’s glass and noticed it was empty. She casually grabbed it and refilled it, giving a soft chuckle as Rarity ate a slice of cheese sheepishly.
“Glad ya’ll like it sugarcube, but do be mindful,” she began, placing the bottle back in it’s resting place,”this stuff may taste light, but it packs one heck of a kick,” She leaned against the bales of hay behind her, resting her arm on the bale hay holding the refreshments, and gave Rarity a warm smile. “Now, what’s on yer mind?” Rarity rolled her eyes and groaned.
“Ugh, where to begin?”
Applejack and Rarity would always have these late night meetings, Rarity sneaking out of her boutique to come over to Sweet Apple Acres and just have a night of angry ranting, gossiping, and Applejack's favorite part, talking about their...sexual excursions. It was Applejack’s favorite because it was mostly a tipsy Rarity ranting about her latest lay and how sexually frustrated she is. It also gives Applejack the opportunity to bite her tongue as her fashionista friend (and the object of her affections) spoke. The amount of times she had to dance around the topic of her own sexual encounters almost outweigh the embarrassing amount of times she nearly gave away her feelings toward Rarity.

Almost.

She watched as Rarity was hit with the strength of the wine, her cheeks becoming a bit more flushed, her eyelids lowering, but her speech remaining in its fast paced clarity. Apparently, the conversation instantly went to her frustrations with Trenderhoof, especially with his performance in the bedroom. She threw her arms up in frustration as her voice grew in volume.
“I mean, it’s bad enough that I have to do most of the work to get you off, at least attempt to arouse me! Try to get me off! Act like you care!” She shouted angrily. Applejack couldn’t help but snicker, grabbing Rarity’s attention.
“Stallion troubles, huh?” Applejack chuckled, eating a couple of crackers. Rarity gave an exasperated sigh.
“You would think at least one of them would know how to show a mare a good time,” she muttered into her glass before taking a sip. The farmer scoffed before downing and refilling her glass.
“Tell me ‘bout it. If I had a bit for ev’ry single time I had a stallion go limp on me after he got his, I’d probably be cozied up with them fancy ponyfolk by now,” Applejack chuckled lightly. It took her some time before she realized that an ever so intrigued Rarity was now staring at her intently, her face resting comfortably in her palms.
“Oh don’t mind me darling, do continue” She spoke excitedly as if she realized Applejack may have some new secrets to share. Applejack’s cheeks turned a bright crimson as her ears laid flat against her head.
Shoot, she thought, I just had t’ open my dag gone muzzle!
“I-I’m sure ya’ll don’t wanna hear about all that!” she sputtered. It was Rarity’s turn to scoff.
“Nonsense! You have to deal with me complaining about my own sexual frustrations! It’s only fair that you get to air out your grievances!” she replied. Applejack felt the room warm up a bit. 
Uh...tell her that ya ain’t got no idea how to start! She thought.
“I-I wouldn’t even know where to start ha ha!”
“Oh just begin darling!”
Shoot! She panicked. Uh…T-try saying it's too vulgar!
"I-it might be a bit vulgar!"
"Oooh even better!" There was no avoiding it. She'd have to talk about it. She sighed and chewed her bottom lip before downing her glass with an audible gulp.
“Alright, fine,” Applejack said, watching Rarity sit up excitedly. Applejack leaned her head back and looked at the roof, “So, it kinda started with Caramel-” Rarity cut her off with a loud gasp.
“Caramel?!” She shouted. Applejack shushed her, blushing harder.
“Yes! Caramel! He kept comin’ by th’ farm and, well, I kinda picked up that it wasn’t b’cause of our apples, per say.” 
“Oooooh~,” Rarity replied teasingly, “I suppose Caramel wanted to try a different kind of apple.” Applejack groaned as the unicorn winked and took another sip. Applejack continued with her story.
“Well, he offered to have a quickie and I decided to take him up on it.” Applejack shrugged
“Ooh how was it?” Rarity asked. Applejack scrunched up her nose.
“Fella figured a bit o’ rough rammin’ would start the engine, when he needed help puttin’ the key in the ignition,” Applejack grumbled while Rarity wound up choking and sputtering on the wine. The farmer had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing.
“B-but,” the seamstress managed to say through coughing, ” were you able to at least finish at some point?” the farmer shook her head.
“I thought it was just th’ one time, but I noticed that with ev’ry other partner I’ve had just… didn’t hit th’ mark,” Applejack sighed frustratedly,” Shoot, I’ve had to think about somethin’ else t’ get off.” There was a silence as Applejack slowly realized that she may have exposed herself a little bit more, and her face went redder. She watched as Rarity’s cheeks went a tint redder.
“So..” Rarity started up. Applejack braced herself for the question as she continued, ”What do you think about?” There it is. Applejack flicked her ear.
“Hmm?”
“To get off, darling” Rarity clarified, her voice a bit more reserved, “w-what do you think about?”
“Well…”the farmer played with the individual straws of hay, rationalizing with herself. 
Talk about th’ kinks, she thought, Just don’t mention her.
“ I guess it depends,” the farmer sat up a bit more as she continued,”When I’m on top I just think about drivin’ them crazy, y’know?”
“And how would you do that?” Rarity asked, flicking her tail. Applejack’s eyes lowered, her mind conjuring up the raunchy images as she explained.
“I’d probably start by some, uh, light teasin’-”
“Light teasing?”
“Yeah. Some light touches, gentle biting,” Applejack’s mind flashed images of herself leaving teeth marks along a white unicorn’s chest. She felt herself growing warmer, ”I’d move nice and slowly too, and I’d stop right before I get t’ their lower bits,” The heat in the room seemed to intensify as she continued,”I’d hover right where they’d want me and watch ‘em squirm, and I’d only give ‘em what they want when they beg for it. I’d take ‘em right up to the edge, then at the last minute, right when they’re close, I’d pull away,  just to watch 'em get as hot, bothered and beggin' as possible." Another silence. Applejack heard the unicorn shift against the hay pile ever so slightly.
"And...suppose they...beg to your liking?" Rarity asked, gliding her finger around the rim of her glass. A smirk danced on Applejack’s lips, her mind conjuring the image of her needy sub begging for her to push them over the edge and give them the release they crave.
"I'd give 'em what they want an' more," she said, her voice a tad lower and deeper than she intended. Once again silence. The farmer’s mind left the fantasy and returned to reality, her face heating up at the realization that she just opened up a tad too much about her kinks. She casted a glance at Rarity, who's eyes were wide and cheeks redder than earlier (hopefully from th' wine, Applejack thought), before looking in her lap. 
"S-sorry bout that, sugarcube," Applejack finally spoke again,refilling her glass. She moved the rim of her glass to her lips,"Might've overdone it a bit an-"
"What if you were a submissive?" Rarity interjected. Applejack tried to respond, but a bit of spit made too far of a turn in her throat and instead of going into the esophagus, it went down her windpipe and choked her. She put her glass down and began sputtering and coughing. 
"W-what did you say? "Applejack sputtered. 
"You know, when somepony's being dominant over you, leading the foreplay," Rarity casually explained. 
"I know what 'submissive' means!" Applejack replied, flustered, "What I meant was yer question!"
"Oh!" Rarity’s head bounced up off of her palm as she realized what Applejack was talking about. She gently rested her head back into her palm,"What if you were submissive?" Her eyes had lowered, a small smile rested on her lips as Applejack stared at her wide eyed, unable to proceed the question. Rarity shrugged.
"You seemed to have a built in fantasy for when you're the dominant one, so I just assumed that you had a submissive fantasy," she said matter-of-factly. Applejack rubbed the back of her neck lightly.
"I, uh,"the farmer muttered, "i haven't really...given it much thought t' be honest, heh," Applejack replied.  Rarity scoffed as she got to her hooves and walked a couple paces in front of the farmer. Applejack looked up at her friend, bemused.
“Mind if I share one of my own?” Rarity asked, a sly grin on her lips and her eyes half-lidded. Applejack nodded, an action she quickly somewhat regretted as the unicorn untied the rope around her waist, allowing the robe to open and show her undergarments. She wore a dark violet negligee, accompanied with black garters and netted tights. The workhorse’s face went red, drinking in the sight of Rarity. Rarity smirked.
"Good to know that somepony can appreciate the hardwork I put into my figure," she said, causing the farmer to snap back into reality. The farmer looked away, extremely ashamed of her actions toward somepony who was supposed to be her friend.
"Oh no darling, don't look away!" She heard Rarity say,"You're supposed to be indulging me and my fantasy! " 
She uh...does have a point, she rationalized with herself. She bit the inside of her cheek and looked back at her very, very attractive friend. Rarity placed a hand on her hip, smiling deviously at her flustered, farmer friend.
"Picture this, Applejack," the fashionista began, slowly walking towards her. Applejack couldn’t help but be captivated by the sway of her hips as she walked, “your wrists are bound to the headboard-”
“My wrists 're what?” Applejack interrupted. It took her a moment to realize that her friend was hovering above her, a hoof on each side of the farmer’s waist. Rarity lowered herself into Applejack’s lap, their muzzles a few inches apart. Applejack felt her body heat up, her cheeks a deep red.
“R-Rarity?” Applejack managed to sputter out, only for a single white finger to rest on her orange lips. Rarity’s half lidded gaze rested on that finger, before slowly meeting Applejack’s, her gorgeous sapphire blue eyes filled with a feeling Applejack was afraid of mislabeling. 
“Shhh,” she cooed, “you’re not supposed to interrupt, darling.” Applejack only responded with a small nod, earning a smile from the unicorn. She moved her hips upward a bit, causing the earth pony to sweat.
“Now where were we?” She continued,” Ah! Yes! Your wrists are bound to the headboard, completely stripped bare of your clothes,” she slowly slid her finger from the flustered farmer’s lips to under her chin, “your nethers, aching and dripping wet from excitement and anticipation. Your body, hot and sensitive to the touch,” she  gently lifted her friend’s chin so that she could hover her lips over the earth pony’s own. Applejack looked into the unicorn’s eyes as she spoke, “ your Dominant looks into your eyes, their own filled with desire and mischief.” She leaned her head closer, their lips centimeters apart, Applejack’s breath hitched, “as they lean close to your lips, barely above a whisper, they tell you ‘I can’t wait to make you mine.’” A shiver ran down Applejack’s spine straight to her lower region, causing her to buck her hips involuntarily. Rarity’s cheeks went red, a soft chuckle leaving her lips as she sat upright in her friend’s lap.
“I didn’t think I painted the picture all that well!” she said, giggling. She reached over to grab her glass as Applejack’s mind went buzzing, recovering from the fantasy Rarity laid out in front of her. She watched as the fashionista finished her glass, noticing  how red her cheeks were. Her eyes lit up, almost as if she had a realization, placing the glass down on the bale of hay.
“ I almost forgot!” she piped up, snapping Applejack from her haze,” I won’t be in Ponyville for the next two weeks.” Applejack looked confused.
“Wha, why?” she asked. Rarity put her hands together, smiling excitedly.
“Fashion Week!” she replied. 
“‘Fashion Week?’” Applejack asked.
“ A week in Canterlot where each invited seamstress  shows off their best designs to impress the big names in couture!” The unicorn rested her hands onto Applejack’s abdomen as she continued,” The first week is for artists to settle in, see the sights, and  get some relaxing done. The actual week doesn’t actually begin until the second week.” Applejack nodded in understanding.
“I’m guessin’ Trenderhoof is excited to go with you?” She said, trying to keep the hint of jealousy to a minimum. She blinked in surprise as Rarity scrunched her muzzle in disgust.
“I’m using it as a break away from him actually” she replied dryly, “and, well to be honest Applejack, I was hoping you would go with me.” Applejack’s eyes went wide with shock.
“Wh-?!” she sputtered, trying to form a sentence,”But wouldn’t Fluttershy be a better fit? I don’t know a doggone thing ‘bout fashion!”
“Fluttershy was the one who suggested you in the first place,” Rarity replied plainly,”she and I both agreed that it would be a great opportunity to say... hang out more than just our nightly meetings and occasional picnics.” Applejack opened and closed her mouth, unsure about how to reply. Sure, she’d love to spend more time one on one with Rarity, it’d be a dream to, but there’s Trenderhoof, and the lack of privacy in a town where everypony knows everypony, and the work on the farm-
“I don’t think the farm can handle me bein’ gone fer such a time,” Applejack muttered.
“Oh, I actually spoke to Big Mac about that.”
“Y’ what?” Applejack said, taken by surprise. The fashionista shrugged.
“I merely asked if it was alright to take you away with me for two weeks. He was only a little concerned because he knew fashion wasn’t your interest, but ultimately he decided it’d be a wonderful  opportunity for you to take a vacation,” She explained.
“But...But what about th’ farm?” the farmer asked, bewildered.
“He just told me to tell you that you ‘owe him one’,” Rarity responded. Applejack pondered her options. She could go with Rarity and spend a good two weeks away with just the two of them, or let the opportunity pass her by and just stay on the farm.
“I...uh…”Applejack began. She couldn’t really make up her mind, the pros and cons clouding up her judgement. It certainly didn’t help that she felt Rarity shift her hips in her lap. Applejack jumped a bit, looking at Rarity, who had a pouty expression and batting her eyelashes.
“ Pleeeeeeaaaaase Applejack?” she begged, her voice hitting a tone and pitch that left a breath caught in the farmer’s throat,”I promise I’ll make sure you’ll have a wonderful time,” she gently stroked Applejack’s cheek with the back of her palm, lowering her voice just a touch,”and I promise that you’ll feel both relaxed and entertaiined,”
She’s gonna be the death of me, Applejack thought as she let out a resigned sigh.
“Alright, I’ll go with ya.”
“You will?!”
“Yeah, I...suppose it could be a good break away from th’ farm, heh,”Applejack rubbed the back of her neck. Rarity squealed in excitement, making the farmer blush.
“ Oh thank you Applejack! You won’t regret it!” Rarity squeaked. Applejack gave her a smirk
“I do have some rules though,” she replied. Rarity sat upright in the farmer’s lap, giving her a quick nod.
“No prissy, fru fu outfits,” Applejack began. Rarity nodded. Applejack continued.
“No usin’ me as a dummy for yer outfits,” Rarity nodded again, taking longer than before to do so,”And…”
“ ‘ And’?” Rarity asked, waiting intently. Applejack took a deep breath, as stating her final request would be a double edged sword put in effect.
“And… I want a hundred percent honesty between us,” the farmer said softly. She looked into her friend’s eyes as she spoke, “I want us to be honest with each other from th’ moment we set hoof on that train t’ Canterlot, to th’ moment we make it back into Ponyville. No funny business.” She watched as Rarity stared at her for a few minutes, wide eyed. She then slowly raised her hand.
“Can we negotiate on the ‘dummy’ thing?” She asked. Applejack furrowed her brows.
“Rarity,” She replied dryly, causing the unicorn to roll her eyes and shrug.
“Alright alright,” Rarity replied, giving in, “ No prissy outfits, no using you as a dummy, and complete honesty.” Applejack nodded in approval. Rarity rose to her hooves and went to where her robe lay on the ground, bending over to pick it up (with Applejack barely pretending not to look.). Rarity shook and patted the robe free of any dirty and straws of hay, before putting it back on.
“Well I’ll be off,” She said with a smile, as she walked over to the barn door. As if on cue, Applejack stood up on her hooves and met her at the barn door. The fashionista stepped aside as the farmer opened the door for her. She smiled sweetly at the farmer,”See you at 5:30.”
“Wha, why?” Applejack asked, confused.
“Well Dear, the train to Canterlot leaves at 6 am! I’d like to be at the station thirty minutes before it departs the station.” She replied plainly. Applejack raised a brow.
“Wait… 5:30...Tomorrow mornin’?” Applejack asked.
“Well technically later today, but, precisely yes,” Rarity said with a smile. Applejack looked at her wrist to check the time on her watch. 3:30 am. She’d only have two hours to prepare. She looked back at Rarity, who was halfway through the door opening.
“Good niiiight~,” She sang as she left. Applejack gave a small wave, before closing the door and sighing. She looked at the bale of hay holding the platter, wine and glasses.
“Welp,” she said with a resigned sigh,”Might as well get this cleaned up so I can pack.”
> Check In Your Feelings
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It was crisp Friday morning. 5:45 am. Not a Rarity in sight. Applejack had tapped her hoof, waiting at the station in front of the ticket booth. She had worn a t-shirt, one of her flannels that were lined with wool, a red bandana around her neck, and a pair of blue jeans. 
Oddly enough, she didn’t even need to pack. Turns out, if she didn’t decide to go, Big Mac would’ve made her. She came into the living room in the main house to find her suitcase sitting with her duffle bag by the doorway. There was a note on top of the suitcase. She picked up the note to examine it:

You REALLY owe me one.
-Big Mac

She sighed and took the note upstairs with her, Getting ready for bed. Once she finished bathing and changing into her nightly wear, she hung her hat on the hook on the back of her door, locked the door, then flopped onto her bed backside up. She tried to sleep, but everytime she closed her eyes she saw Rarity in her negligee. Her face warmed up as detailed images of Rarity’s curves danced in her mind. Thinking about her large, perfectly round breasts pushed up by the cups of the negligee made her own breasts feel sensitive against her nightshirt, which in turn, made her cheeks red. Seeing her large ass and thick, toned thighs made her feel hot and sticky between her own. 
Her eyes lowered and furrowed her brows. She knew where this was going, and she groaned knowing that she’s going to cave in, grab her favorite pillow, the one with frills, take off her shorts and go to town. 
          She did just that, as her mind’s eye gave her material to work with. She carefully stuck her pillow between her thighs, shuddering as the frills grazed her exposed clit. The hair surrounding her now throbbing sex was now soaked in her excitement, Applejack sighing as the cool air from her window blew in and caressed her outer lips. Gripping the sheets above her head to steady herself, she lowered her hips onto the pillow and sighed softly, closing her eyes so she could play into her fantasy, logging the fashionista’s negligee into her mental notes. It started slow, grinding her labia and clit  back and forth against the frills of the pillow. She bit her lip as her grinding grew faster. Her grip on the sheets grew tighter as she struggled not to make too much noise. Her lower lip slipped free from her teeth as her mind grew foggy and she drew short, ragged breaths. The frills were soaked with her excitement as she thrusted her hips. Her clitoris throbbed and ached for release. Her mind grew foggier and foggier as she inched closer and closer to the edge. Her breaths turned into whimpers as she struggled not to moan. She was so close. She just needed an extra push. Unfortunately, the fog in her mind began to dissipate, taking her out of the moment completely.

No, no, no! She thought. But it was too late, her body began to cool down and the moment was lost. Annoyed after she effectively edged herself, she checked the clock on her dresser. 5:00 am.
“Ugh, seriously?” She hissed. She stood up and begrudgingly grabbed her shorts.
“Might as well get ready,” she grumbled.




Where is that mare? She thought irritably. She looked around the station, squinting until she saw a thin brown stallion with messy blond hair struggling to keep up with a full figured white mare with gorgeous purple curls.
“Good morning, Applejack darling!” the mare called out to her. Applejack instantly gave her a warm smile, her irritation from earlier seemingly melting away.
“Howdy, Rare,” She replied once the two made it to her. The unicorn wore what appeared to be a silk mauve colored scarf, a black turtleneck with a diamond shaped hole on the chest area, revealing just a small portion of the top of her white breasts( Applejack tried hard not to linger there, especially after the night before), accompanied with a black leather jacket and blue jeans. Now that she got a closer look, she saw that Rarity’s hair is in a messy bun, curls drifting down either side of her face. She heard a soft ahem come from behind her friend and struggled to maintain the smile on her face.
Right, he’s here, she thought to herself. She looked at him, letting her smile drop a bit. He wore a white sweatshirt and blue jeans as well. Despite Applejack attempting to maintain a friendly smile to the guy, he just lowered his eyelids as his face formed a scowl.
“Mornin’, Trenderhoof,” she said flatly.
“Applejack,” he replied curtly. Rarity gave the earth pony an apologetic smile, however Applejack wasn’t the slightest bit phased. Instead she just turned back to Rarity with a light chuckle.
“What took ya so long? Prettyfyin’ yerself for th’ ponies on the train?” Applejack teased. She was expecting Rarity’s classic line ‘one must always be fashionably late’, but was surprised to actually receive an honest answer.
“Well, first I went on a ‘last minute essentials’ packing spree, then when I thought I was ready, Trenderhooof began insisting that he walk me to the station-” the unicorn was replying casually before being cut off by her coltfriend.
“I wanted to make sure that you were safe!” Trenderhoof said defensively,”I wouldn’t be able to make my trip to Manehattan with a clear conscience knowing that something could have potentially happened to you.” Applejack rolled her eyes, losing her smile completely. She doesn’t necessarily hate the guy, but her life would significantly improve about tenfold had he never dated Rarity and entered either of their lives. He constantly rubs her the wrong way, giving her the vibe of somepony who would happily use you for their own gain and shift the blame on you for why he left you behind. That’s without mentioning how weirdly possessive attitude he shows when he visits the farm with Rarity. She heard Rarity sigh, her face showing an annoyed expression.
“Anyway, he took quite a long time to get ready, and well, here we are,” The unicorn wrapped up.
“Huh…”was all Applejack could reply.
 “What? You said complete transparency,” Rarity said plaintively before nodding towards the train, “Time to load our things, hm?” Applejack watched as she walked to one of the workers with one of her suitcases, Trenderhoof struggling to keep up with her, two pink suitcases slowing him down. She walked casually behind him, her bags in tow with a satisfied smirk. The three ponies handed the workers their bags and stepped aside. Applejack watched as Trenderhoof gave Rarity a tight hug, glaring daggers at the farmer the entire time. Applejack just rolled her eyes and snorted back at him. Rarity broke away from the hug and smiled at him before walking to the conductor and handing him the two tickets. She turned and smiled at her friend.
“Shall we?” the fashionista said, before entering the train car. The conductor nodded at the earth pony, giving her the okay to board the train. The farmer nodded and entered the car, looking for her friend for their seats. She saw a white arm waving and walked over to the booth, taking a seat right beside the unicorn. Rarity gave a sigh of relief, earning a chuckle from Applejack.
“Excited t’ be on the go?” She asked the unicorn, now looking extremely exhausted as she slumped in her seat.
“I feel as though I could sleep the whole two weeks we’re away,” she groaned, before sitting back up and leaning against the farmer,”How about you? I hope your morning was a tad less frustrating than my own.” Applejack shrugged and leaned back into her seat.
“Big Mac thought it’d be easier if he packed my bags,” She replied, stretching her legs and yawning. Rarity smiled
“Couldn’t sleep?” She asked, causing the earth pony to blush, before looking away.
“Not a single wink,” she grumbled, small flashes of last night’s sexual frustrations and the inspiration behind them dancing in her mind. She heard Rarity chuckle before the unicorn left out a soft yawn herself.
“I know it may be rude, Applejack,” she began, moving the farmer’s arm out of the way before resting her head on friend’s chest,”You wouldn’t mind if I took a quick nap on you, hm?” Applejack blinked as she looked down at her friend in flustered confusion.
“Er-” was all Applejack could mutter out.
“Thanks, you're an absolute gem,” She heard Rarity mumble before tiny snores escaped her lips. Applejack blinked again before letting her arm wrapped around the smaller mare, her hand resting Rarity’s hip. She looked up at the roof in their booth, sighing as her eyes struggled to stay open. What has she gotten herself into? Hell, what was supposed to come out of this trip for her?It’s only supposed to be a relaxed friend vacation and Rarity’s moment to flaunt her style. Yet as the train began to move signified with the whistle going off, all she could think about was Rarity, how she sat in her lap, the way she spoke.
The way she looked at her.
Applejack closed her eyes, playing into the fantasy Rarity painted last night. She imagined Rarity sitting in her lap, her snow white arms wrapped around Applejack’s broad neck, grinding slowly. Applejack’s breathing grew heavier, feeling a small tingle trail its way down. She could the small gasps leaving the unicorn’s muzzle as she grew closer to the edge. She heard her whispers in her ear as her body began to shudder.
“Applejack….Applejack…..Applejack!-”
“Applejack?”
“Wha- huh?” Applejack jumped awake, her cheeks flushed a bright red. She looked down to see a white hand on her thigh, then up to see a confused Rarity. Did she just…
“Are you alright, darling?” Rarity asked.
I almost…in front of…
“Y-yep!” the farmer sputtered, “Just had a weird dream’s all!” Rarity didn’t seem convinced.
“Are you sure?” She asked. Applejack looked away.
“Eeyup,” The flustered farmer replied.
“It was weird enough to make you...tremble?”
“Mhm!” a brief silence fell between the two mares before Rarity piped up again.
“Alright… well it’s a good thing you’re awake anyhow,” Applejack turned back and quirked an eyebrow, “We’re almost to Canterlot!”
“We are?” Applejack blinked as she realized the scenery outside of the train looked different from before. For one, the sun was setting, dipping behind the buildings and mountains in the distance. She tiredly rubbed her eyes as the train began to pull into the station, letting out a yawn.
“Boy, can’t tell ya how much I’m achin’ for a bed right now,” She muttered while stretching her arms, occasionally hearing a pop or two. Rarity yawned and cracked her neck.
“Oh I completely agree,” She stood up as the train came to a complete stop,” While your chest made do as wonderful pillows, there’s only so much comfort you gain from sitting upright.”
“ My what?” Applejack replied in shock,”Rarity!”
“What? It’s true!” She replied defensively, sidestepping into the main walking lane with Applejack right behind her,” So soft and cozy, why I am absolutely jealous!” the two mares exited the train to collect their bags. Applejack hoisted her duffle bag strap over her chest so that she could wheel one of Rarity’s suitcases along with her own, while Rarity grabbed the remaining two. 
"Y'know it ain't nice to talk about somepony's boobs like that!" Applejack scolded her, completely flustered. Rarity smirked at the workhorse.
"You did say complete transparency," she replied with a smile, before walking off, leaving Applejack to chase after her.
“Rarity!” Applejack shouted indignantly as the two left the station.



“Thank th’ gods… they got an elevator,” the workhorse huffed as the ladies stopped in front of their room. They were both exhausted from both the train ride and the walk from the station to the hotel. Rarity seemed the one most exhausted of the two,struggling to catch her breath while using the door handle to hold herself up.
“You… and me… both” the seamstress huffed back as she fumbled for the key card. Once she got a hold of the card, she held it against the card reader and heard the corresponding click,twisting the door handle and pushing in the door to get into the room. Applejack followed behind her, dragging in the bags behind her. As she moved further into the living space, she was blown away by the size of the bed, as well as the expanse of the room and the window, showing a beautiful sunset along the horizon. The bed looked absolutely comfortable, the sheets neatly tucked with pillows stacked high against the black, gold-lined headboard, topped with a large white comforter and a thin black velvet throw blanket. There were two black nightstands set at either side of the bed, both with lit lamps resting atop them. In front of the bed, a large sleek, black dresser with a remote on top , a large flatscreen television mounted above it. There was a desk near the window with a small desk lamp and a large office chair beside it. She looked from the room to Rarity, who looked slightly disappointed.
“Hmm… It's supposed to be a tad larger…” she heard the fashionista mutter. Applejack blinked and sputtered.
“‘Supposed to be larger’?! Larger than this?!” she managed to get out, surprising the unicorn, who turned to look at her apologetically.
“I wanted to make sure we got the largest room to ensure that you can get the most comfort while here,” she explained, looking down  at the floor disappointedly,”looks like we’ll have to make do with a smaller room.” The farmer couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“ Listen here Missy, any bigger and it’d be a daggone apartment,” she walked by Rarity towards the bed. She flopped backwards, sighing in absolute bliss as the soft mattress cradled every inch of her sore back, her eyes closing as the aches and pains melting away, “this room here will do just nicely.” She heard Rarity give an awkward chuckle.
“ Well, glad you like it, but you won’t like this next bit,” She replied. Applejack flicked her ear.
“Why’s that?” She asked dryly.
“You’ll need to get up,” the unicorn replied.
“Why?”
“Because.”
“‘B’cause’?”
“We need to eat something, darling,” Rarity replied. Applejack snorted.
“I don’t need t’ eat, Sugarcube,” the farmer retorted. She heard her friend scoff.
“Oh really?” Rarity sneered. Applejack sat up indignantly.
“Yes really!” the earth pony replied defensively.
“You don’t need to eat?”
“No!”
“When was the last time you ate something, dear?”
“It was...uh..” Come to think of it… when was the last time Applejack ate. There was Granny’s apple celery stew, but that wasn’t since 7 p.m. last night. She pulled out her phone from her pocket to check the time. 7:02 p.m.
Has she really gone a full day eating?
“Judging by how long it’s taking for you to reach a definitive answer, you have successfully proved my point,” Rarity said with a smile. Applejack groaned as she flopped back and closed her eyes. She heard gentle hoofsteps, followed by an increase in weight and heat in her lap. She felt hands rubbing against her chest, idly playing with the buttons on her flannel. She opened her eyes in shock, only to be greeted by Rarity hovering over her with a half lidded gaze and a pouty lip, gaining a perfect view of  big white cleavage.
“Pleaase Applejack?” Rarity begged in a tone that made the workhorse sweat faster than harvesting during the summer, “I promise after good food and bathing, you’ll sleep like a newborn foal.” Applejack furrowed her brows.
“Promise?” she asked. Rarity moved her hand to her friend’s cheek, running her thumb against the farmer’s lip,  causing her cheeks to go red while sending a tingle straight to her groin.
“I promise,” the unicorn replied. Satisfied, the farmer propped herself up on her elbow.
“Kinda hard to get up with you in my lap,” she said flatly. Rarity let out a chuckle.
“Depends on what of ‘up’ you’re trying to get,” the unicorn replied, getting up from Applejack’s lap, chuckling while walking to the door,”Come along darling! I know the perfect place!” Applejack got up on her hoofs and sluggishly walked over to the doorway.
“There better be some good hay burgers…” she muttered.


There weren’t any hay burgers, but Applejack was pleasantly surprised at the restaurant. She was expecting a frou frou, prissy restaurant, one that would require her to dress like a dolled up mare in a country club up in Manehattan or something. Instead, it was a casual restaurant, with food with large enough portions to leave Big Mac in a food coma. She had an apple bourbon tofu burger, and while it was arguably the best burger she’d ever had, she didn’t have the strength(or moreso, stomach space) to finish her burger. She looked up at Rarity with her wounded pride and cheeks filled with her meal, only to frown indignantly at the unicorn’s smug look as she drank her spiked strawberry sunrise.
“Good enough, darling?” She teased. Applejack scrunched her nose at her while the unicorn chuckled. 
“Aww, poor thing, can’t eat it all?” she cooed. The farmer rolled her eyes at her friend as her chuckles turned into giggles, “Well, finish up what you can darling, we’ll be burning it off the walk back.”
Oh right, the earth pony thought, the walk back.

The walk wasn’t bad per say, but when your gut is absolutely full of good food and have yet to have an opportunity to digest what you ate, you’re sure to feel at least a little winded. Rarity and Applejack entered into the room again, the earth pony plopping down to sit on the bed, letting out a long sigh.
“I think I’m all tuckered out, Rare,” she said leaning back on her palms. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. 
“Don’t relax just yet darling,” she heard Rarity say, before feeling hands on her thighs, causing her eyes to shoot open and her head to tilt forward. Rarity’s face was mere centimeters away, “We still have to bathe.”
“W..We?” Applejack asked, confused. Her friend stood up straight, fixing her turtleneck,
“Well, I figured it’d be faster if we just showered together,” Rarity casually explained. The workhorse could only blink at her.
“T’gether?”
“Yes.”
“Why’s that?” 
“Because you’ll ruin the shower settings,” Rarity quickly replied. Her eyes looked to the purple carpet as her tail flicked. She just lied.
Gotcha, the workhorse thought.
“Is that th’ truth?” she asked wryly. The unicorn’s cheeks turned from white to pink as her eyes flitted from Applejack to the ground, “Thought so. I said ‘no usin’ me as a dummy’, remember?” Rarity looked at her, confused.
“What do you mean?” 
“Y’ wanted to get a hands on feel fer how t’ make an outfit fer a larger model, so what better opportunity than a shower with yer friend?” Applejack explained smugly. Rarity stared back in disbelief.
“Applejack, I don’t think-”
“Listen, I’ll let it slide just this once as a ‘thank you’ for ev’rything, okay?” Applejack interrupted, getting up to her suitcase to grab her nightwear. She wandered into the bathroom and flicked on the lights, whistling in surprise of its beauty. The room was a sleek black  white color, the sink being of black marble and white porcelain. The shower had no curtains, just pristine glass doors. The toilet was white and shiny porcelain, with the steel towel racks filled with folded towels and washcloths. She placed her clothes atop the lid of the toilet, then began undressing starting with her hat and hair ties, both of which she set atop the sink. She heard the door click open as she was messing with the third button on her flannel, turning to face the door.
“Sorry for the wait darling! I had to grab some of my bottles of body wash for the-” Rarity stopped mid sentence, her cheeks tinting pink. She stared at Applejack, mouth slightly agape. The earth pony started feeling awkward, looking down at her hooves.
“Yeah...uh.. I ain’t...much of a looker-”
“Goddess you’re absolutely stunning” she heard the unicorn say,her voice low. Applejack’s face went red.
“Y-ya’ll don’t gotta lie to me heh,” She sputtered out, the comment taking her by surprise. Rarity placed the bottles atop the sink and began idly unbuttoning Applejack’s flannel.
“I knew letting your hair down would bring out your facial features, but goodness not to this extent,” Rarity continued, reaching the button just above Applejack’s waistline,”I mean, I was assuming your jawline was nicely chiseled but not beautifully carved.”
“W-well, I-”
“Oh, and how it brings out those gorgeous sparkling emerald green eyes!”
“‘Sparklin’? Wha-”
“ And those adorable freckles-” Rarity paused as she opened her friend’s flannel, revealing a white t-shirt nicely hugging her torso. Applejack’s brow quirked  as she watched the seamstress’s cheeks turn a darker shade, feeling her fingers slowly spreading over her abdomen.
“Rare?”
“Oh goddess-”
“Rarity,” Applejack said firmly, snapping her friend from whatever trance she was in.
“Hm?” she finally responded. Applejack nodded towards the shower.
“Shower,” she replied,” Wanna start it for us?”
“Oh right!” Rarity replied, moving past Applejack to open up the shower door,”Finish getting undressed and pick the one you want! I’ll get the water running for us!” Applejack nodded, hearing the shower start up. She was hoping the heat in her face would leave as she began to unbuckle and dropped her pants, revealing her tight red shorts.
Bad day to go C’manndo,she thought nervously, pulling down the shorts and seeing how damp the spot where her lower lips were. It definitely didn’t help with all the compliments she was receiving from Rarity. Sparklin’ eyes, She thought, lifting her shirt over her head. Not to mention her antics today, sitting in her lap, using those tones in her voice, plus the light touches and caresses? She tossed the shirt onto the sink and looked at the three bottles. One was a honey color, the other two a pink color. She grabbed the honey colored one and tried to undo her bra, before feeling hands against her back, causing her to jump
“I can get that for you,” she heard Rarity say as she felt her bra come undone, her breasts hanging freely. She gave a sigh of relief , and turned to thank the mare, only to quickly look away after seeing that she was completely nude.
“Sweet Hearth’s Warming!” she hissed.
“Oh come now, Applejack, you’ve seen me already!” Rarity replied teasingly.
“Ya had clothes on before!” the flustered farmer retorted.
“It was lingerie, darling, and it was barely hiding anything,” she felt a hand rest on her arm as Rarity continued on,”Applejack, look at me!”
“Nope.”
“Please?” it was a simple word but it was enough to get the earthpony to look at her. Her breath got caught in her throat, finally seeing all of her friend. Rarity gave her a smirk.
“See?” she cooed, placing a hand on her hip,”Not that bad!” Applejack’s face was as red as the apples on her flank. She fumbled grabbing the honey colored body wash and tried to look anywhere else but at Rarity’s nude figure.
"I'm uh..gonna head in," Applejack finally spoke, managing to walk into the shower without any hiccups along the way. She felt the hot water hit her back immediately, causing her to flinch, before relaxing her muscles under the water. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. She let the heat and steam consume her, the droplets melting away any tensions she seemed to have in her body. Suddenly, she heard the shower door click, her ear flicking at the sound. She felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Could you pass the body wash, darling?" She heard Rarity ask. She held out the body wash without daring to look back at her. She felt the bottle leave her hand andpulled her hand back, resisting the urge to peek.
Just relax, she thought to herself, she’s got th’ same parts as you. She tried not to imagine Rarity’s figure. Or think about how it’s just the two of them alone. Or how they’re both nude in the shower. Or-
She felt something cold sliding down her back, followed by a pair of hands rubbing against her back. Applejack flinched and turned her head back.
“What the-” Applejack hissed.
“I figured since I’m going to use you as my...er…’dummy’, why not at least scrub your back for you?” Rarity explained. She felt the unicorn flex her fingers along her shoulder blades, scratching lightly as she dragged her hands down slowly. Applejack relaxed a bit, turning her head back to the wall. As Rarity’s hands explored her back, she started to relax, leaning into her palms and closing her eyes. She could feel her hands massage her upper back, slowly sliding her fingers down, stopping just above her lower back, before rubbing her hands upwards again. The workhorse let out a contented sigh, letting her mind go. Her breathing began to slow, her breaths growing heavier as her mind began to fog again. Is it the steam? The heat from the water? She felt Rarity’s finger slide down to the base of her tail, sending shivers to her groin.
Oh… I know this feeling, she thought, feeling fingers gently glide to her sides, thumbs kneading her hips ever so lightly. Her back began to tingle in the spots Rarity’s fingers were, while she felt fingers press in a little harder just above the base of her tail. A moan bubbled up in the back of the earth pony’s throat, where she kept it and went for a quieter sigh and biting her lower lip. She felt her friend knead much slower,  each one adding more pressure than the last. The tingles and shivers soon turned into a throb between her thighs. She shut her eyes tighter, feeling herself tip closer to the edge, before feeling those hands rest on her hips. Her breath got lodged in her throat as she felt something soft press against her back.
“Am I hurting you, darling?” Rarity whispered. It was enough to bring  Applejack down a bit.
Shoot, She thought, Shoot, shoot, shoot! This was the second time she nearly...in front of… her face went hot with embarrassment, turning back enough to catch a glimpse of the smaller white mare.
“Y-you’re fine, Sugarcube! I just-” Applejack stopped mid sentence to look a bit more at the unicorn’s face. Her eyes were facing the ground and her head tilted downward. Applejack looked harder and…
Was she...was she blushing?
“W-well I’m just about good over here aha ha ha,” Rarity spoke quickly before opening the shower door. Applejack’s eyes followed as she stepped out, drinking in the sight. The unicorn was dripping wet, every inch of her body covered in droplets. The farmer had to tighten her jaw once her eyes decided to rest on her friend’s large, surprisingly toned, heart shaped ass. Her gaze quickly shot up as she saw Rarity turning around.
“I’m going to get dressed for bed darling,” She said with a sigh,”good night!” With that, she closed the shower door and left, leaving a very aroused but very confused Applejack, standing in the shower. She scratched the back of her neck, as the water continued to wash over her.
“What the hay was that about..?” she pondered.



“Not exactly dry but, it’ll do,” Applejack muttered to herself as she stepped out of the steamed filled bathroom into the now dark living space. She wore a black tank top  that hugged her torso quite comfortably, and a pair of tight black shorts that accentuated her hips and rear. As she stepped further into the room, she could hear a light snoring coming from the bed. She looked over to see Rarity sprawled out on the bed under the covers, snoring away while snuggling her pillow. Applejack sighed with a smile. It should be illegal for a mare to be both extremely attractive and adorable at the same time. She walked over to the other side and pulled back the blankets, climbing beside her and laying on her back. She shifted aside to give her as much space as appropriately possible and pulled the blankets up to her stomach and stared at the ceiling, her mind racing a mile a minute. She probably would’ve gone to sleep after a nice hot shower like that, but due to the previous night’s edging, an interrupted wet dream on the train earlier, and now the events that took place in the shower, her very needy lower bits were both distractingly disappointed by today’s lack of orgasms that took place within the span of those events, and aching for the release that they so crave. Applejack let out a long, quiet sigh. 
This is the next two weeks, isn’t it? She thought, just nothin but my awkward moments and feelin’ sticky in th’ shorts? She looked over at Rarity and couldn’t help but smile at her.
Ain’t no way a sane pony can say no t’ her, she chuckled softly, before rolling her eyes and looked back up and Big Mac would’ve probably dragged me to th’ station by my  tail if I didn’t agree to go. She felt her eyes get heavy and let out a yawn, stretching a bit before fully closing her eyes.
Maybe t’morrow it’ll be a little less awkward, she thought, drifting off, and a little less sticky.



She wasn’t entirely sure what time it was, but it was definitely in the middle of the night.  She was dreaming soundly about that delicious tofu burger when she felt some weight placed on her chest and leg, followed by a gentle caress on her abdomen, then a slow but steady warmth in those respective locations. It interrupted Dream Jack’s burger eating ventures, and inevitably woke her up. She opened her eyes to a now dimly lit ceiling due to the moonlight. Though, this time there was something tickling her under her chin. The weighed down spots on her body grew just a bit heavier now that she was awake. Wait… is that…?
Is that… light snorin’ I hear? She looked over to where she previously saw her friend sleeping, only to see that there was a bare pillow beside her. She looked down at her to see a lump, presumably her friend’s leg wrapped around her own, with a smaller lump, presumably that same friend’s hand, over her abdomen, followed by soft snoring. A blush crept onto her face as fast as the realization struck her. Rarity isnt sleeping on her side of the bed.
Rarity was cuddling her.
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There are many reasons why it’s completely okay to cuddle your friends. Form closer bonds, develop trust, enjoying the other’s space. Though, with those kinds of cuddles, the positions assumed hardly felt like there was more than what meets the eye. Certain positions communicate that ‘this bond is strictly friends’. Others, like the one that Applejack is currently experiencing, can muddy the line if not communicated clearly. 
The larger mare laid there, completely at a loss on how to react. She blinked at the ceiling, the realization giving her the most unneeded burst of adrenaline and heart palpitations so far. 
Okay, we’re definitely not sure how the hay this happened, or moreso, why,  she thought her eyes flitting from the ceiling to the unicorn snuggled and snoring ever so comfortably on top of her. She furrowed her brows at the ceiling, But we ain’t gonna let it continue!  She shifted herself to lay on her side, tucking her arm under her pillow and turning her front side to face Rarity. She gave a light smug snort.
Maybe now she’ll wanna turn to her side, then I can- her thoughts were interrupted by a small groan, followed by the sound of sheets shifting, then a tight but gentle hold across her back, ending with a content sigh and light snoring. Of course her plan would backfire. Why did she assume that would work? She sighed and draped her arm over the smaller unicorn, feeling herself dozing off again.
I’m definitely gonna bring this up t’morrow, she thought sternly before nodding off.


The sound of singing birds outside of the window woke Applejack, much to her dismay. She wasn’t sure what she was dreaming about, but she was having one of the most comfortable sleeps since she had to bunker down at Rarity’s during that downpour. Keeping her eyes closed, she sighed thinking about that night, when her feelings for her friend became clear to her.



It was a stormy Wednesday evening at Carousel Boutique. Applejack was helping Rarity with the last of her errands, reorganizing her fabric closet. The farmer was just setting down the last box when she heard her friend from across the room.

“It’s really coming down out there,” Rarity said with a concerned tone. Applejack walked over, stopping a couple paces behind Rarity, watching the rain pour outside of the window, the wind aggressively blowing against the window pane while tree branches sway against the gusts. Applejack winced, then let out a disappointed sigh.
“I was hopin’ I could beat th’ storm,” she spoke disheartedly, “I better go.” Rarity whipped around to face her, taken aback by Applejack’s words.
“I sure do hope by that you mean ‘go into the living room and get comfortable’!” the unicorn replied. Applejack gave an awkward chuckle.
“Well, it ain’t like I can stay here,” Applejack retorted. Rarity quirked a brow.
“And why not?” she shot back. Applejack sweat a little. She couldn’t really put her finger on it, but for some reason the thought of sharing a living space with Rarity for a night gave her a different kind of butterflies than the one she had when they stayed at Twilight's house for a night. The kind of butterflies that a foal got the night before Hearth’s Warming.  It’s been like that lately, spending any time with Rarity made her feel giddier than a pig finding a mud puddle. Normally, she’d find a way to bail and use that space to get rid of all of that extra energy, but with the rain eating away at her options, she was stuck stewing with it.
“Well I….” She started to scramble for an excuse. 
“‘Well’?” Rarity asked expectantly. Applejack’s eyes darted around.
“I gotta get back to th’ farm and do some apple buckin,” she blurted out. The fashionista looked at her with a blank expression.
“In the middle of a downpour,” Rarity replied flatly.
“Y-yeah…” Applejack mumbled, realizing how dumb of an excuse that was. 
“Uh huh,” was all Rarity could say before walking past her larger friend and patting her arm, “I’ll go grab some things to make your stay comfortable. Go get freshened up.” She then walked out of the room. The workhorse waited until she could hear hoofsteps clack against the stairs before facepalming and groaning.
“Shoot!” she hissed.


Applejack walked into the kitchen, massaging her palm when she noticed Rarity sitting at the table, sipping from a teacup and looking outside of the window. She had a small smile resting on her lips as she listened to the raindrops blow against the window, before looking over at Applejack. 
“Feel free to grab a seat darling,” she spoke casually, motioning to the empty chair next to her. Applejack nodded and tried to go for the seat furthest from the unicorn, as the idea of being right next to her gave her butterflies again, but a chuckle stopped her in her tracks.
“Sit with me, Applejack,” she said, another small chuckle leaving her lips as she lifted her teacup once more,” I don’t bite, darling.” The earth pony’s cheeks tinted a light pink, before she sat in the chair beside Rarity. Her body felt jittery, her heart began to thud a little in her chest. What was going on with her?
“Enjoyin’ the rain, Rare?” she asked, trying to ignore the bubbly feeling in her stomach. Rarity took another sip of her tea and lowered the cup after, giving a gentle sigh.
“It’s quite relaxing,” She replied quietly, “Watching it I mean. Being out there would be an absolute nightmare for my hair and my outfit.” It was Applejack’s turn to chuckle, which earned a smirk from Rarity. She brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, looking back to the window,”There’s something about it that just allows me to...take a break and breathe. Have a quiet moment to myself.” Applejack raised a brow.
“Things have been a little rough for ya?” She asked. Rarity looked down at her cup, her eyes carrying just a tinge of sadness.
“ A little,” she replied, her finger tracing the rim of the cup,” I feel as though along the way, I lost a bit of the...joy that comes with creating new pieces,” Applejack’s gaze softened as Rarity continued to open up,” Some days I feel as though I’m just, throwing things together to appease the masses, and it works don’t get me wrong, but because of it,” the unicorn paused and let out a quick sigh, before continuing,”It leaves me with the thought that, I don’t actually deserve the recognition I receive. If I can just...toss anything together without even trying, or just phone in a new dress idea and get endless praise, am I truly an artist or just some overrated cheat who got lucky?” tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes. Applejack’s ears went back, her heart tugging as the tears began to fall, Rarity’s voice became quieter and shakier,”Maybe this career was just a mistake. Or maybe I stole this popularity from somepony who truly deserves it. Or... maybe I never really deserved to label myself an artist at all,” A silence fell between them, save for the wind blowing against the window pane and gentle sniffles.  Rarity began wiping away at her eyes with the back of her hands , giving a sad chuckle. 
“My apologies, Applejack,” She spoke, clearing her throat a bit,”wasn’t expecting to um… “ the unicorn fell silent, cupping her teacup with her hands. Applejack placed her hand on her friend’s forearm and rubbed it gently with her thumb, giving her a comforting look.
“I understand,” she replied softly, “and, thank you, fer trustin’ me enough, t’ open  up like this, Sugarcube. I know it ain’t easy for ya.” Rarity gave a light snort, putting her hand on top of Applejack’s, running her thumb on the back of the earth pony’s palm. Applejack’s heart skipped a beat.
“It may not be,”she replied, looking down at both of their hands,” but I feel as though I can be...open with you,” She gazed at the farmer, her sparkling sapphire blue eyes filled with warmth,”Almost as if… I don’t have to put up a facade when I’m with you. I can just be me.” A warmth that started in her chest spread all throughout Applejack’s body at Rarity’ words. Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked down at the table, a smile dancing on her lips.
“Shucks, Rare,” She said,”didn’t think y’ trusted me that much,”She looked back at Rarity giving her a warm smile,”I’m glad y’ feel comfortable around me.” Rarity gave her a warm smile.
“Of course darling,” she replied,” it’s why I’ll always enjoy spending time with you. You’re always open and… reassuring, but never afraid to get to the root of the issue, all while never really casting much judgement.”
“Much judgement?” Applejack asked wryly, flustering her friend.
“W-well I mean-” Rarity began to sputter, before Applejack giggled. Much to her delight, Rarity giggled with her, hitting her arm playfully. Listening to her giggle, watching her open herself up, even if it was just a little, hearing her say how comfortable she is with her, and finding out she enjoys spending time with her left Applejack feeling warm and fuzzy, like a nice mug of hot cider on a cold fall night. Rarity was still talking, but Applejack couldn’t quite hear. Her thoughts wandered to how pretty her friend’s  blue eyes were, and how her voice always had that elegance that can hypnotize anypony, and how cute her little giggles and snorts were. Anypony would thank their lucky stars just to be with Rarity.

Wait…
Oh no….






“Mm no… Those daisies would tarnish the look of the bouquet…” Applejack heard Rarity mutter from under her chin. The farmer finally opened her eyes, the room going from a pitch black to a dark blue, the room being illuminated by the light coming through the window. She went to lean back to grab her phone off of the nightstand, but the arm around her back tightened a bit. She leaned back into the bed and heard an annoyed groan.
“What time is it?” Applejack heard come from underneath. 
“I was gonna figure that out, but you gripped tight b’fore I could grab my phone,” the workhorse replied, her voice low. She heard a swirl of magic and saw as her phone hovered gently infront of her. She grabbed it and tapped the screen to see the clock read 6:45 am.
“It’s ‘bout a quarter t’ 7,” Applejack answered. Another groan came, followed by a whiny squeal. Applejack was thankful that Rarity couldn’t see her smirk.
“Aw, is somepony comfy?” Applejack teased. She felt a shift underneath her.
“Quite,” the unicorn replied,” With those cushiony, pillow-like breasts of yours and the absolute plushness of this bed, my sleep was divine.”Applejack poked Rarity in the side, earning a squeak from the smaller mare.
“Yer little ‘obsession’ with my chest’s gotta stop,” Applejack spoke flatly, earning a scoff from Rarity.
“But they’re so plush and soft!” the unicorn whined. Applejack rolled over, earning another whine from her friend, “Applejaaack, come baaaack.”
“Nope.”
“Pleeease?” She heard Rarity whine. It shouldn’t, but hearing Rarity whine made her feel just a little too hot and bothered. She shifted herself just a bit to ignore the tingling feeling coming from her lower bits, which earned an annoyed grunt from Rarity.
“What, thought that would work?” Applejack asked snidely. She felt a chin press into her hip and jumped, Rarity gently laying her head on the workhorse’s hip.
“Well, yes,” She replied, ”and  I wanted at least another ten or so minutes of sleep.” Applejack looked towards her friend, quirking a brow.
“And t’ do that, y’ need to cuddle me?” She retorted. Rarity shrugged.
“ Cuddling helps me sleep,” she replied casually, ”I have a body pillow in my room since cuddling Trenderhoof is… difficult.” Rarity scrunched up her muzzle at the mention of her coltfriend’s name. Applejack tilted her head.
“Any specific reason why y’ keep makin’ that face when you mention his name?” She asked.
“What face?” Rarity replied.
“Ya look like y’ holdin’ mud in yer hands at the mention of his name.”
“I do?”
“Ya do.”  Rarity looked up to the ceiling, briefly lost in thought, before shrugging apparently and dismissing it. She sat up abruptly, Applejack turning over to look in confusion. Her confusion changed into awe as the sun’s rays began to shine into the room, one ray in particular casting its glow onto the beautiful mare, purple strands of hair shining in the glow, the silhouette of her curvy, gorgeous figure highlighted as she stretched. The earth pony couldn't help but stare.
“Well, we might as well get ready,” Rarity said, breaking Applejack from her trance.
“Huh?” Applejack replied, trying to ignore the inappropriate thoughts going through her mind. The smaller mare just climbed over her friend, giving her a nice view of her cleavage, and walked over to the bathroom. Applejack watched her walk, mouth agape, her hips swaying as she sauntered into the bathroom, standing in the doorway and giving the farmer, at least that’s what she assumes, a sly smirk.
“Hopefully you'll have your mouth off of the floor and be at least half dressed by the time I’m done freshening up in here?” She cooed. Applejack’s face went red, ashamed that she was just caught ogling her friend again. 
“I-I uh..” Applejack sputtered, looking away. She was at a loss for words. Rarity simply chuckled and closed the bathroom door. Applejack sighed in annoyance. 
"Just had to stare at her rear," She muttered to herself, finally sitting up to get ready.



Applejack was idly playing a game on her phone, sitting on the bed with a clean pair of blue jeans and a black bra, the words from last night playing over and over in her head.
Sparklin' eyes, she thought, blowing a puff of air out of her nose, cute freckles, even called me stunnin'! She blushed a little bit, thinking about her friend’s flattering words. She felt her face get hotter at the memory of her friend’s antics: sitting in her lap, showering with her, cuddling with her. 
Just what is that mare up to?, she thought, looking at the clock on her phone and sighing, and what the hay is takin’ her so dang long?!. Almost as if on cue, the bathroom door opened, Rarity stepping out and posing in the doorway. She wore white slim fitting jeans, an elegant navy blue shoulder cut sweatshirt, with a white pearl necklace and matching earrings. Instead of her usual cyan blue eyeshadow, she went with a darker blue eyeshadow and sky-blue eyeliner. Applejack couldn’t take her eyes off of her.
“Landsakes,” Applejack spoke a little too loudly. She watched as the unicorn’s cheeks went pink, brushing a curl back and looking at the ground.
“ Do you think it’s too… plain?” She asked shyly. Applejack blinked in shock.
“‘Plain’?” Applejack replied, ” You might give these fancy ponyfolk whiplash with how you'd be turnin’ heads!” Rarity gave her a wave, cupping her cheek as it turned to a deeper shade of red. 
“Oh Applejack, you charmer,” she replied. She stood up straight in the doorway, looking at her friend with a smile, “Do go hurry and wash up darling, i want you to try something on.” Applejack furrowed her brows.
“Rare..” She replied flatly.
“It’s not me ‘using you as a dummy’,” she quickly responded, “I just want to make sure it fits okay before I give it to you.” There was a long, hard stare accompanied by silence, before Applejack walked over to her suitcase to grab her toothbrush and hair brush and made her way to the bathroom. She walked past Rarity and stood behind the door, holding the door handle.
“Alright Rare,” she said, rolling her eyes, “But no tricks. I don't wanna come out here an’ you try to rope me into being a dummy.”
“I won’t, Darling,” the fashionista nodded. Applejack nodded back and closed the door, turning on the faucet so that she could start her morning routine. She cupped her hands and splashed her face with water, sighing quietly at the warmth.  She grabbed a face towel and dried off her face. She then began to brush her hair and tail, grabbed her hair twists and put them both in their signature ponytail. Next she started brushing her teeth. Her mind buzzed as she stared at her own reflection, thinking about her friend’s compliments again. She gently touched her cheek, staring at her freckles, then moved her hand to her abdomen, blushing lightly.  She remembered the tone of voice Rarity used when she was touching her. 
What in the name of Celestia was on her mind to sound like that?
She heard a gentle knock and snapped back into focus. She finished brushing and rinsing her teeth, set her toothbrush on the sink and turned the faucet off, leaving the bathroom. Stepping out, she saw Rarity unraveling what appeared to be a black button down shirt. Rarity turned her head and excitedly beckoned the farmer. When Applejack was close enough, Rarity used her magic to put the shirt on her. Applejack stood there confused, as she struggled to process how the shirt went from being held in Rarity’s hands, to being wrapped around her body. Meanwhile, Rarity began buttoning up the shirt with a small smile. Once she reached the top button, she straightened out the collar and tugged at the hem, then took a step back to look at her handiwork. Applejack tried to read her expression, putting her hands in her pocket and tilting her head. She watched as the smaller mare’s eyes slowly looked her over.
“Uh…” the earthpony spoke finally, “ do I look okay?” Rarity blinked and looked into her friend’s eyes, pensive.
“Well, personally, I think you look wonderful, but,” Rarity rubbed her chin, looking up and down at Applejack once more before continuing, “ why don’t you go take a look and tell me your opinion?” Applejack raised a brow, then shrugged and did as she was asked. When she looked into the mirror she gasped, loud enough for Rarity to hear.
“Everything alright, dear?” She heard Rarity call out. Applejack’s eyes were glued to her reflection, the black shirt carefully hugging her form, the seams were embroidered white with a beautiful white rose  perfectly stitched over her left breast. She turned around, and was blown away, five embroidered roses on her upper back, two of them on either side red, the one in the center white. She heard Rarity standing in the doorway, turning back to face the mirror. 
“Rare it’s…” Applejack began, still admiring the handiwork. She looked over to her friend to see her smiling softly. Applejack ran her fingers through her hair, blushing a bit.
“I’m so glad you love it,” She replied happily. Applejack smiled warmly at her.
“Thank you, Rarity,” She said softly. Rarity looked down at her own hooves, blushing a light pink, then straightened the hem of her friend’s shirt once again clearing her throat and taking a deep breath.
“Grab your jacket darling,” She said, looking up at her, “We’re going to grab some breakfast, and i know just the place!”






Once again, Rarity surprised her with the choice of restaurant. This time, it was a diner with, as Rarity called it, “modern aesthetic”. They were seated in a booth next to a large glass window. Rarity had a coffee with french vanilla cream and a light harvest egg white omelette, while Applejack ordered a tall stack of pancakes(apparently they came with fruit) and a side of coffee (she panicked when the waitress asked her what flavor, so she sputtered and asked for the same one as Rarity, who was quietly giggling.) The two mares were waiting for their orders to arrive, Applejack watching as the fashionista stared out the window, idly fiddling with the napkin that was carefully wrapped around her utensils. The farmer noticed that her friend’s expression looked contemplative, eyebrows furrowed as whatever she was thinking about rested on her mind heavily.
“Everythin’ alright, Sugarcube?” Applejack asked gently, breaking Rarity out of thought.
“Hmm?” the unicorn said, blinking a couple of times.
“Ya just seem distracted is all,” Applejack explained. Rarity shrugged her shoulders and gave a small smile.
“It’s alright darling,” She replied before looking at the window again, her tone sounding contemplative ”just… something on my mind is all.” Applejack tilted her head a bit, tempted to reach her hand out to her friend’s.
“Y’ wanna talk about it?” She asked softly. She watched as Rarity’s eyes dropped down, before closing them, taking a deep breath, and turning her head back to Applejack as she looked down at her hands.
“Well…” she began, struggling for the right words to say,”to be honest Applejack… I-”
“Two coffees with french vanilla creamers, one garden medley egg white omelette, and our tallest stack of pancakes with fresh maple syrup!” a cheery waitress interrupted her, causing both mares to flinch as she set down their order. The waitress stood up straight after setting everything down with a smile,” Anything else I can get you ladies?”
“No, thank you darling!” Rarity replied in a cheery tone, surprising the farmer with the sudden change. The waitress nodded at the two and walked away. Applejack looked down at her plate, and her stomach gave a low rumble at the sight. Six perfectly stacked, thick pancakes, the top decorated with an arrangement of strawberries and blueberries, surrounded by a ring of whipped cream. Her stomach growled louder as she continued to stare. She picked up her utensils and unraveled them, placing the spoon down in favor of the knife and fork. She was ready to dig in until she looked at her friend, who seemed disinterested in her omelette, idly poking away at it with her fork as her attention went back to the window. Her stomach tried gaining her attention, and it worked long enough to get her to eat a decent amount out of her breakfast . The pancakes were light and fluffy, buttery and yet sweet from the whipped cream with a hint of freshness coming from the fresh fruit. Despite how wonderful her meal tasted, she couldn’t fully enjoy it, seeing Rarity so down.
"Rarity?" Applejack called out to her, but the unicorn didn't seem to hear. Whatever was on her mind seemed to weigh heavy.  The farmer took her fork and gently poked her friend with it, causing the mare to jump.
"Wha?" Rarity sputtered out. Applejack pointed at the omelette with her fork.
"Ain't ya hungry, sugarcube?" she asked, concerned, "you've been pickin' away at yer omelette while gettin' lost into the window." She watched as Rarity’s ears went back, her eyes going back and forth from the table to Applejack, before looking at her plate as she poked at her omelette. Applejack’s gaze softened as she leaned closer, resting her hand on her friend’s arm. She felt Rarity twitch at her touch.
“What’s goin’ on, Rare?” She asked softly. Rarity drew in a breath and sighed.
“I suppose I just feel as if…” she paused as if searching for the right words to say, ”as if I made the wrong choice.” Applejack raised a brow, a tad confused about which of the choices she regretted.
“Wrong choice?” she asked. Rarity’s eyes shot up from her plate to Applejack as she rushed to clarify.
“Oh! Not in ‘asking you to come with me’! That was planned since I got the invitation,” she spoke quickly, Applejack admittedly feeling a small rush of relief,” But… in Trenderhoof.”
"What did he do?" Applejack asked, her tone laced with just a pinch of anger, before Rarity waved her hand at the workhorse. 
"Nothing concerning, darling," she reassured her friend, " it just feels as though I'm working hard for so little." Applejack tilted her head a bit.
"He ain't givin' ya much attention?" She replied. Rarity gave a small nod.
"Don't get me wrong, he's very attentive when it's time to be ...intimate, though very selfish," the fashionista began, "but affection wise there's just… a disconnect." She put the fork down and went for her mug, taking a sip before looking back at the window. She sighed, her hand wrapped around her mug, as she continued,"in the beginning, he was sweet and affectionate and… loving! Now, you have to wait on his hand and hoof if you want him to consider giving you a hug, a kiss or anything really. Goddess help you if you do something he doesn't approve of." She paused and looked down at her mug, unaware that Applejack (at least, on the inside) was fuming mad. 
'Approval'? Who in the fuck does he think he is? She chewed on her inner cheek to try and control herself, but she was struggling. She heard Rarity shift herself a bit before she continued. 
"So I would tire myself out by constantly cleaning up and organizing his space, wearing outfits I know he likes, cooking for him," Rarity’s agitation slowly grew with each action she mentioned, Applejack could see her tears of frustration welling up in the corner of her eyes,"I mean, I'm pouring myself into maintaining this diet and I-" she stopped mid sentence, tears beginning to fall. Applejack’s heart ached, she hated seeing her friend feeling so low. She shifted her hand from her friend’s arm to hand, rubbing the back of the unicorn’s palm to comfort her. Rarity took the napkin from the table and gently dabbed the corners of her eyes, giving a sad chuckle,"the funny part is, when he does finally… reward me with affection, I… I don't feel anything. "The words hit the earthpony like a slap to the face.
"Y' don't feel anything?" She asked in disbelief, "N… nothin' at all?" Rarity responded with a sad smile.
"I used to. I would feel all warm and… soft and mushy. But...now," her eyes returned to the window, a somber expression resting on her face,"not a single thing." They both sat in silence, the weight of Rarity’s true feelings hanging heavily in the air. Applejack continued to rub the back of Rarity's hand, her mind conjuring up one question. 
"Why don't y' leave him?"
"Hm?" The question seemed to have taken the fashionista by surprise. 
"Why don't you leave? "Applejack repeated. Rarity looked down in her lap. 
"The fashion industry is a bit...talkative, darling," she explained, "and despite it being shown as a 'mare dominant' industry, it is very much the opposite. " Applejack nodded in understanding.
“So if you two were t’ end things, th’ whole fashion world would go crazy, they’d interview both of ya-”
“And… yes… they’ll side with him,” Rarity interjected, “and knowing how he is behind closed doors, I have no doubt he’ll aim to ruin my character and my career”. Rarity looked so downtrodden but Applejack was livid.
“Wh… but that’s insane!” She shouted, banging a fist against the table, earning glances from all around the establishment and a flustered Rarity hiding her face. Applejack looked around and sheepishly lowered her head before looking back at her friend.
“S… Sorry sugarcube,” she spoke in a quieter voice, “But that's ridiculous! Anypony who spends at least five minute with you can see that any sour image he tries t’ put in their heads is a lie!” Rarity didn’t seem to believe her words of encouragement. She gave a quick, small smile but her eyes ever left the coffee mug.
“I… I appreciate the thought, Applejack,” she replied quietly, “but-” she was interrupted by the earthpony taking her smaller ivory hand into her larger orange ones and holding it as tight but gentle as possible.
“Rare, you’re a gorgeous, generous mare who’s been givin’ herself and her efforts t’ ponies who don’t seem t’ understand the blood, sweat n’ tears that went into yer gifts,” Applejack said sternly, “Y'all got a keen eye, an amazin’ mind, and a charm that no sane pony can resist.” Applejack’s cheeks were burning up, but she never broke her gaze away  from Rarity, who was staring back, her cheeks flushed a light pink and her eyes widened in surprise. 
“Do you… really feel that way?” She spoke softly. Applejack nodded.
“I ain’t gonna lie t’ one of my best friends ‘bout that,” the earthpony replied, though it took a lot of her to use the term ‘friend’. Rarity looked away shyly, blushing before looking back at her with a warm smile.
“Thank you , Applejack,” she said, looking deep into her friend's eyes. Applejack smiled back, before picking up her fork and cutting her pancakes with it.
“Now, how bout we dig in?”She said with a wink. She earned a smile from the blushing unicorn and chuckled before taking another bite.


Rarity was excited about this jewelry store that, in the unicorn’s words, had dazzling diamonds that could outdo the stars in the sky, and of course she needed Applejack’s honest opinion on it. Applejack huffed about it, but secretly wanted to check it out in case she had any ideas for gifts. She was wandering around inside the store, admiring the jeweled necklaces, earrings and rings while wincing at the prices, until she saw Rarity across the floor, eyeing a rather shiny necklace. The workhorse walked over to stand beside her. She looked at the gems and her eyes widened: it was a gorgeous dark indigo blue necklace, each blue gemstone surrounded by two rings made of smaller white diamonds. It glittered and sparkled in the sunlight, taking the farmer’s breath away.
“Gorgeous, is it no?” She heard her friend whisper. She looked at the fashionista, staring at her friend’s sparkling blue eyes, causing her to smile.
“Absolutely,” she whispered back.  Rarity gave a small chuckle and sighed.
“Everytime I come up to Canterlot, I come to this store and I just look at this necklace and just… imagine myself wearing this with the perfect dress to pair with it,” she spoke gently.
“Why don’t ‘cha get it, Sugarcube?” Applejack asked. Rarity pointed at the tag beside it and, while Sweet Apple Acres’ financial state was doing pretty well this year so Applejack could afford it, the number had enough 9’s to still sting and make her wince.
“I’d have to sacrifice some of my essential budgets, work back to back commissions and even then I’d barely be able to afford it,” the unicorn said with a sad smile, “that’s why I'm hoping for Fashion Week to go well,” She took a deep breath before continuing, “Could you imagine the amount of publicity I could get if the biggest names in the fashion industry were actually impressed by my work?” Applejack gave a snort, causing Rarity to give her a confused look.
“I know the judges will be impressed by yer work,” the earthpony replied confidently, smirking at her friend while crossing her arm over her chest, “Can’t nopony make an outfit that steals the show quite like you, Rare.” Rarity looked away with a smile, blushing and twirling a strand of her hair.
“We should.. Um… get going,” She spoke sheepishly, walking past her friend, her smile never leaving her lips. Applejack started to follow after her, but stopped to stare at the necklace one last time. She made a silent promise to herself, before walking out of the store.




They were both exhausted from the day’s activities. After the jewelry store, Rarity took Applejack to two popular tourist sites: There was the Royal Falls, which Rarity bragged about being “mesmerising” and, while she was right, it couldn’t beat seeing Rainbow Falls during the golden hour. Then there was the Holy Overview, where there is a bed of clouds hovering below, below them are rivers, trees, and mountains as far as the eye can see, the sunset casting a warm glow on the scenery. Now this, Applejack can say, was breathtaking. The earthpony heard a chuckle come from beside her, Rarity looking up at her with a smile. Applejack blushed and smiled back at her, turning back to the view. She felt something holding her arm, her cheeks growing warmer as a chilly breeze blew in. They stayed until the sun had vanished behind the mountains and twilight began, before picking up dinner to eat at the hotel.
"What a day!" Rarity exclaimed, sprawling out on the bed as Applejack set their dinner on the nightstand. The farmer chuckled as she sat down on her side of the bed.
“Don’t get too comfy, sugarcube, we still gotta bathe,” she said, leaning back. She heard Rarity groan, slowly turning into a frustrated squeal. Applejack giggled as she walked over to her suitcase.
“Ya comin’?” She asked the unicorn, gathering her change of clothes. She looked at her friend to see that she had a confused look on her face.
“You want me to shower with you again?” Rarity asked. Applejack blushed and nodded.
“I could uh… use somepony to get my back again,” She replied sheepishly, hoping rarity wouldn’t be able to see through her half-truth. Sure she did enjoy the massage/ scrub she received last night, but another part of her wanted to get another eyeful of her friend. Rarity gave her a smirk as she got up and went over to her suitcase to grab a couple of things, before standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Don’t be too long~!”She sang  as she went inside. Applejack rolled her eyes as she listened to her friend start the shower. Grabbing her change of clothes, she headed straight for the bathroom.


It was the same routine as the night before: both mares undressing themselves, Applejack awkwardly looking away as she stepped into the shower, the workhorse steals a couple of glances as Rarity steps in. She started to face the faucet, but Rarity managed to tap her arm before she could.
“Could you get my back, darling?” she asked so sweetly. Applejack blinked at her, almost not believing what she just heard.
“Y’ want me t’ what?” She asked.
“Wash my back.”
“Y...y’ sure?” Rarity rolled her eyes.
“Honestly Applejack, I promise it’s nothing new,” She lathered a loofah and handed it over to her farmer friend before turning around, “And I promise I won't bite.” That last line was a little tease, Applejack was sure of it. The farmer’s cheeks went from orange, to red instantly as she desperately tried to calm herself down.
 It’s nothin’ wild, she thought, just… washin’ a friend’s back. With soap. In a hot and steamy shower. Her mind ran rampant with inappropriate scenarios as she felt her cheeks grow warmer.
“Applejack?” Rarity called out. The farmer gently pressed the loofah onto her friend’s back, rubbing in light gentle circles. She heard Rarity giggled in response, leaning back into the flustered farmer’s hand to make up for the lack of pressure. Applejack continued her circles, the repetition and rhythm helping her calm down.
See, she thought, no big deal! Just gotta do this a couple times and then-
“Mind rubbing it in with your hands? Just wanna make sure I'm completely lathered up” The farmer heard her say. She blinked as the words processed in her mind, the heat growing in her cheeks.
“Are uh… Are y’ sure?” Applejack struggled to ask. Rarity nodded, using her magic to place the workhorse’s hands on her lower back. Applejack took in a deep breath and slid her hands up her back, fingers spread wide. She heard a content sigh leave the unicorn and continued, easing in the usage of her thumbs. The steam and the heat continued to grow as Applejack went from lathering to massaging her friend’s back, trying to ignore the thoughts by focusing on the rhythm.
Don’t think about it, She thought, just keep thinkin’ about the circles.  She watched as she pressed her thumbs onto her friend’s back, rubbing in circular motions. That’s it, nice, big round circles. Like kneading dough, or putty…. Or…. her eyes ventured lower to her friend’s rear, taking note of how round and plush it looked. The inappropriate thoughts came flooding in all at once, and her breathing grew a little heavier. Her hands moved a little lower, thumbs kneading slowly gently. She felt her friend leaned into her touch, hearing soft, shaky breaths from her end. The farmer fought the urge to lean into her, her hands idly sliding lower, stopping right at her friend’s hips. She stared at the unicorn’s rear, her mind in a bit of a fog. The urge grew stronger, Applejack needing to bite her lip to show some restraint. She looked at Rarity hoping she wouldn't notice, who was looking back at her from the corner of her eye. Applejack’s face went red, especially after seeing the look her friend gave her. Her eyes looked as though... she was feeling just as foggy minded as Applejack. Wait… is she?
Is she….blushing?
> Sparkling Cider and Sparked Feelings
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Applejack woke up early again, Rarity sleeping soundly on her chest. She sighed as she lightly played with the unicorn’s hair, careful not to tug to wake her. After the shower, the two turned on the television and somewhat awkwardly ate their food as they watched movies until growing too tired to keep their eyes open. The images of last night shower session played over and over as she stared at the ceiling, the steam building up in the shower, the soft, quiet sighs leaving her friends lips as she massaged her back, the way she leaned into the farmer’s hand as she ventured lower. The blush that was resting on her cheeks.
    The way she looked back at me… like she wanted me to-
    Her alarm went off, causing her to flinch , which disturbed the mare resting on top of her. She quickly grabbed her phone and shut off the alarm, then allowed for her friend to settle back in. Once sure that Rarity was asleep again, she sighed and looked at her phone for the time. 6 a.m. . Her eyes went back to the ceiling, quietly resolved about what to do about Rarity’s actions.
               I gotta ask her about it, she thought, there’s somethin' she ain't tellin' me, and I can't let the question slip me by again.  She heard a small mutter, followed by another snore. 
       Just gotta wait fer her t’ get up first….




    It was about 7:45 in the morning before Rarity began to stir. Applejack wanted to believe that it was because she naturally woke up at this time, but her stomach has been growling for the past hour and the games on her phone annoyed her enough for her hushed whispers to sound a little less hushed. She watched as Rarity sat up and stretched, the unicorn rubbing her eyes before looking at the larger mare.
    “How long have you been up, darling?” Rarity asked, barely able to contain a yawn throughout the question. Applejack casually placed her phone back on the bedside drawer.
    “Bout an hour ‘n change,” She replied. She sat up while Rarity was still rubbing her eyes. She felt her heart thud in her chest as she worked the nerve to ask her. She cleared her throat, successfully grabbing the attention of the bleary eyed unicorn.
    “Actually Rare… I uh… had a question for ya,” Applejack managed to get out. Rarity nodded at her in response while yawning again. Applejack closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before looking back at her friend, who was wiping her eyes again.
“Rare… why did ya bring me on this trip?” It was enough to snap Rarity awake, her eyes going wide at the question. Rarity looked down at the blankets beneath her, before looking back at the farmer once more.
“Well… because you needed a vacation,” She replied. Applejack pursed her lips. 
No lie there, Applejack thought, Still, that don’t feel like the whole truth.
“I feel like there’s somethin’ ya ain’t tellin’ me, Sugarcube” Applejack said, Rarity blushing a light pink and looking away.
“What um….” the fashionista struggled,”What gave you that notion?” Applejack shrugged.
“Well, it may be b’cause of how things have been goin’,” Applejack rubbed her arm as she replied. She watched as Rarity twiddled her fingers.
“W-what do you mean?” The unicorn's face went from pink to red.
“Well, fer starters, you’ve been real keen on sittin’ in my lap.” Applejack explained.
“Uh huh,” Rarity replied, The blanket still holding her attention, her face still red.
“Then, there was th’ whole ‘sparklin’ eyes’ thing,” Applejack continued.
“W-well it is true,” the farmer heard her friend mutter.
Then, there’s th’ whole cuddlin’ thing, which I don’t mind, but it does add on to my question,” Applejack added in. This time, Rarity had no comment.
“And now, us showerin’ t’gether and-” 
“Would you like to order room service?” Rarity quickly interrupted. Applejack blinked.
“Wha-”
“Well, you have been up for almost two hours and I figured, ‘why go to a restaurant when we can order in and relax a bit?” Rarity explained walking over to the phone on the table. Applejack furrowed her brows.
“Rarity, we gotta talk about this,” She said, getting up from the bed.
“What would you like to order?” Rarity asked, seeming to ignore Applejack’s statement. Applejack walked up and held her friend’s hand, causing her to jump. As rarity met her gaze, she softened her own.
“Rare,” she spoke gently,”What was rule number three?” The unicorn’s gaze dropped as the farmer’s question hit her.
“Complete and total transparency…” she replied softly. Applejack nodded.
“Talk to me, Sugarcube,” she spoke softly as she lifted Rarity’s chin,” Why’d ya want me t’ come along?” Rarity chewed her lip, before taking a deep breath.
“Well,” Rarity began, ”it is a vacation for you, honest. But…” The unicorn’s cheeks went a deeper shade of red as she tried to explain,” As the date got closer and closer I… I’ve been thinking about how we don’t really spend much time together outside of our nightly visits, or a well planned picnic on our lunch breaks.” Applejack nodded in understanding. Rarity chewed her lip again before continuing. "I wanted to spend more time with you, and… well… um…"
"'And'?" Applejack asked, confused. What's got Rarity so dang tongue tied? She watched as Rarity’s face grew redder and redder. The unicorn sighed in frustration and looked away. 
"I just don't understand why it's so hard with you," Rarity responded, Applejack taking note that the usually cool, calm and collected mare was becoming flustered, "I mean, with everypony else, I-I can… charm them into a corner with relative ease! But with you I-" the fashionista stopped her sentence short as they locked eyes again. Applejack raised a brow as Rarity’s mouth was barely opened, her eyes flitted from Applejack’s own to the farmer’s...lips? Applejack blushed lightly. 
"Rare?" She spoke softly. She felt the smaller mare’s hand lightly caress her cheek. Applejack’s breath hitched, her cheeks turning from a soft pink, to a darker shade of red. 
"I… "Rarity managed to get out before looking down again, her hand sliding down from Applejack’s cheek, to the hem of her friend’s shirt, "I wanted you and I to… um…" 
"Yeah? " Applejack replied,  trying to coax it out of her. Rarity took a deep breath.
"I wanted us… to be intimate…" she finally returned Applejack’s gaze, her cheeks a bright red, "with each other. "The farmer blinked in disbelief. Then, it finally clicked. The showers, the lap sitting, the teasing, her voice when she touched her. What better way to do it than miles from home where ponies talk and in a fancy hotel room all to themselves. Applejack’s face went hot and her eyes widened. 
"Wh..what," she sputtered, Rarity looking away, seemingly embarrassed, "why didn't ya tell me this sooner?"  Rarity’s brows furrowed, her cheeks still red.
"I was going to, but how would you say that to somepony? 'Hi! While I have you here, why not sleep with me?" Rarity retorted. Applejack rolled her eyes. 
"It would've been somethin',"Applejack shot back,"What were you gonna keep up with yer antics until i caught on?"
"Possibly, although at this rate I was convinced that you wouldn't get the hint unless I lay nude on the mattress with blaring signs," Rarity responded as snarky as possibly could. There was a bit of a silence between them. Applejack tried to stay angry, but the mental picture of blinking lights pointing at Rarity with the words being a very fancy version of 'fuck me!' blaring loud and clear got to her.  It managed to get a small chuckle from Applejack, easing the tension a bit and confusing her friend.
"Well, it'd be a hell of a lot better than th' mess you've been puttin' me through," Applejack replied, giggling. 
"'Mess'?" Rarity replied indignantly. Applejack moved closer to the smaller mare, who had to resort to leaning against the table due to the lack of space.
"Yes, it was a mess," she replied. She felt something bubbling up in the pit of her stomach, something that weirdly excited her. It wasn't anger, or spite.  The feeling dropped into her lower region and spread like wildfire, giving her a rush of giddiness and… 
Oh, she thought, I know what this is.. she placed her hands on either side of Rarity’s waist and leaned forward just a bit more until their lips were mere inches apart, causing the unicorn to blush again. 
"Th' only reason I ain’t tried nothin'" Applejack began, her eyes locking with Rarity's, "was b'cause i didn't want to misread a vibe and ruin our friendship." She lowered her eyelids and looked down at their hips, before meeting her friend’s gaze,"I care a lot about ya sugarcube, and I never want to cause ya any harm." Rarity blinked and allowed a small smile to appear on her lips.
"W-well I appreciate that, darling," she replied. She was going to say more, but Applejack interrupted her by putting a finger on the ivory mare's lips, a smirk resting on her own.
Now that I know fer sure… Applejack thought, stroking Rarity’s  cheek with her thumb. She could feel the heat rising in the smaller mare’s face. Another silence came but the tension remained, Applejack contemplating on closing the distance. Her brain kept telling her to go for it, but she wouldn't budge. 
No… let’s gather some more info about this, She thought again.She backed away from Rarity and walked over to the bed, confusing her flustered friend. 
"Applejack?" Rarity called out to her in a concerned tone as the farmer sat down, the smirk on her face now turned to a relaxed smile. She picked up her phone and opened another one of her games. Applejack looked up at the seemingly anxious unicorn, the smile never leaving.
"Thought ya’ll wanna order room service," she answered. Rarity blinked, bemused at the change of the farmer’s mood.
“Oh… right,” the unicorn replied, picking up the phone,”is there anything you’d like?” She asked as she dialed the number for room service. Applejack shrugged.
“Waffle bar?” Applejack replied. Rarity furrowed her brows.
“A waffle bar?” she replied flatly.
“Well, yeah!” Applejack replied defensively.
“You’ve been talking to Pinkie again, haven’t you?”
“Look, sure her ideas ain’t always th’ greatest, but a waffle bar is a solid one,” the farmer replied plainly. Rarity rolled her eyes and spoke into the phone, attempting to place an order for the waffle bar. To their surprise, there was such a thing and it was one of their more popular requests. Rarity then thanked the pony on the other line and hung up, walking to sit beside Applejack, who leaned back and locked her phone. She looked up at her friend, who was looking  down at the carpet, ears back and cheeks redder than normal.
“I suppose…” Rarity began,”You have some questions.” Applejack shrugged again.
“A few, admittedly,” She noticed Rarity looking at her from the corner of her eye,”The first one…”
“Yes?” Rarity replied, slightly turning her head towards the larger mare, who sat upright once more.
“...When’s th’ waffle bar comin’ in?” Applejack asked, earning a swat on her thigh and a pouty lip from the fashionista, making earthpony chuckle,” Hey, if I had to deal with yer nonsense,  you're gonna have t' deal with mine." Applejack watched as Rarity rolled her eyes,  before the ivory mare looked down into her lap and played with a lone strand of thread from her night gown. She was anticipating the next question, the farmer assumed.
"So," Applejack started, rubbing the back of her neck, "how long have y' felt like this? Th' whole 'bangin' away from home' thing?" Rarity’s flitted from Applejack to her lap, as if trying to find the right words to answer.
"A couple of months now," she quietly admitted,"though...the idea of us being...intimate in general has been on my mind for...a while..." Applejack felt a warmth start in her chest and spread from her hooves to the tip of her ears. She looked over at Rarity,  who seemed to shrink under the farmer’s gaze.
"And...how did it start?" She asked, using a gentle tone.The fashionista’s face turned redder.
"It was… a night with Trenderhoof…" Rarity began, earning a snort from Applejack, "he and I were in the middle of our little... chore and he wanted me to interact with him. I wasn’t exactly entertained and I had no energy to fake it, so I tried my usual trick of thinking about somepony else,” she paused for a second, sighing softly, “I tried other  ponies, and it does work, don’t get me wrong. But, it only works once at a time,” Rarity leaned back onto her palms and looked to the ceiling as she explained,”If I tried to think of them again the supposed fantasy wouldn’t work. That is…until...”
“You thought of me?” Applejack finished the sentence for her. Rarity turned her head away and nodded. 
“ It was... so sudden. I would cycle through the different ponies that I found remotely attractive and I found myself still bored even though he was clearly doing one of my favorite positions,” the unicorn continued, Applejack raising a brow and making a mental note on asking about the position,” then I just… saw you.. and then I…” 
“Y’ saw stars,” Applejack finished again. Rarity nodded.
“All it did was stroke his ego and leave me with some questions,” The ivory mare shrugged as she went on,” so I waited until I had the boutique to myself and...explored the idea.” Applejack nodded, leaning a bit closer to her friend.
“Just fer my understandin’," She began, turning her now half lidded gaze towards the fashionista, “What do y’ mean by ‘explored’?” The question was enough to turn the unicorn’s cheeks from white to red again.
“I...I don’t think you need me to… explain that darling, haha,” She sputtered. The larger mare casually leaned back on her elbow, using her spare hand to cup Rarity’s cheek, turning her head to face her, leaning just a bit closer so their muzzles were inches apart.
“No, I think y’ do,” Applejack replied, her voice low, the feeling that came earlier rushed back in full force. Rarity’s eyes went wide, her cheeks turning into a deeper shade of red, the farmer smirking in response. She looked at Rarity’s lips, before meeting her gaze again, “What did ya mean by ‘explore’ sugarcube?” Rarity awkwardly cleared her throat, seemingly too flustered to speak.
“I… uh… touched… myself so to speak,” Rarity said her voice barely above a whisper. Applejack flicked her ear in response.
"How?" Applejack asked, matching Rarity's volume. The unicorn’s eartips turned a bright shade of red, her cheeks burning in Applejack’s palm.
"I-I…" Rarity stuttered struggling to answer. Applejack ran her thumb against the smaller mare’s lip, the idea of kissing her friend sending a tingle straight to her groin.
"Well?" She cooed, leaning in closer,"What did I do in yer fantasy?" The farmer’s gaze went from Rarity’s lips, to her neck, before returning back to those beautiful blue eyes. She waited patiently as she heard Rarity draw in a shuddering breath.
"You, um… you'd start by um… kissing my..neck," she began. As if on cue,  Applejack leaned in and kissed the base of the unicorn’s neck ever so lightly, as if she were a fragile gem, earning a small gasp from Rarity. A smile danced on the earthpony's lips as she planted another kiss on her neck, much slower and a bit more firm than the one before. A gentle sigh left Rarity’s lips as Applejack slowly pulled away, giving the unicorn a soft peck on the cheek.
"Then what?" Applejack spoke barely above a whisper, Rarity shuddering in response.
"You'd um…"Rarity began," you'd touch my chest." A soft chuckle left the farmer’s muzzle
"And how'd I do that, sugarcube?" Applejack replied, slowly lowering her free hand to her friend’s chest, the workhorse's fingertips lightly grazing her friend’s collarbone and tracing over the breast, Rarity biting her lower lip, her chest rising, hoping to feel more of Applejack’s touch. The larger mare moved her hand just out of reach and clicked her tongue. 
"Y' gotta tell me how t' touch ya. Rare," she cooed. Rarity huffed and looked away. Applejack arched a brow.
Bein’ fussy huh?  She thought with a smirk , before planting another  deep kiss on the unicorn’s neck, earning a surprised squeak. She felt Rarity shudder as she grazed Rarity’s breast with her thumb.
"Raaarityyy~" Applejack cooed. She's not sure where, or how, this feeling started, but it was completely addictive. Rarity’s words never seemed to have made it out of her mouth, the unicorn preferring to look at the farmer’s hand rather than speak. Applejack gave a soft chuckle, before planting another kiss on the mare’s neck. She opened her mouth just a bit, grazing her teeth ever so slightly on the spot her lips were, the action eliciting a soft moan from the smaller mare. She pulled away slowly, her eyes aimed at her free hand, which she then used to caress Rarity’s breast. A smile crept onto the farmer’s lips as she felt her friend’s chest move into her touch, the unicorn transitioning from leaning on her hands to leaning on her elbows. Applejack slid her hand under Rarity’s bra, but rested her hand on the center of the ivory mare’s chest. She turned her half lidded gaze to her, the earthpony's smile changing into a smirk.
“Talk to me, sugarcube,” the earthpony spoke softly, her voice lower than she expected, “I wanna know where you want me.” Rarity’s eyes went wide as her cheeks turned into a darker shade of red. 
“I…I...” She barely managed to get out. Applejack nuzzled her cheek.
“Yeah, sugarcube?” she cooed. Rarity huffed. 
"You'd… lift my bra up," she finally spoke, Applejack casually sliding Rarity’s bra upward, her orange cheeks now a bright red as she watched two large lavender breasts flop free from the supporting undergarment. The urge to wrap her lips around one of her friend’s large nipples, but she fought it by turning her attention to the smaller mare,  who was clenching her thighs in anticipation.
"Then what, sweetness?"The farmer spoke smoothly, her voice low and soothing. Rarity drew in a shuddering breath. 
"You would...massage my breasts s...slowly and… call me a .. good girl…" Rarity replied sheepishly, her cheeks a deep red. Applejack raised a brow as she took Rarity’s nipple in between her fingers, gently rolling the nub against her thumb. The unicorn gasped and bucked her hips as the larger mare played with her nipple.
"Y' want me to call you a 'good girl', hm?" She said with a chuckle. Rarity bit her lip and turned her attention to the orange hand fondling her breast. Applejack kissed her friend’s cheek and leaned into her ear,"Well, y" gotta behave like a good girl first." She's not… entirely sure where this kind of energy came from, but she was enjoying every second, especially if it meant turning Rarity into a blushing mess. Applejack slid her hand lower, stopping right above Rarity’s navel. She snickered, clicking her tongue as Rarity bucked her hips.
“Applejack…” She heard Rarity moan softly. Applejack chuckled lightly, trying to ignore the excitement the moan caused to her lower bits. She traced small circles around her friend’s navel, smiling as she heard the smaller mare inhale sharply.
“Yeah?” she answered. Her fingers trailed lower, stopping just above the thinly laced purple panty line. Rarity rolled her hips, looking at the farmer with pleading eyes. Applejack returned her gaze, her heart skipping a beat. She slowly slid her hand lower, keeping her half lidded gaze on her friend own-
They both jumped at the sound of a knock on the door. Applejack was caught by surprise as she saw Rarity quickly jump up, fix her bra, and use her horn to conjure up a robe. She then quickly walked towards the door, tying the robe closed in the process. She flicked an ear as she heard the door opening, hushed whispers, and a cart wheeling in, followed by the gentle click of the door. Her eyes went wide as Rarity, now back in her lace bra and panties, wheeled in a cart with a waffle iron, several jars of jams,whipped cream, and pitchers of syrups, a couple of plates and utensils, and a container filled with pancake batter.
"Sweet Celestia, " she said, her eyes flitting from her friend to the waffle bar. Rarity sighed in agreement, unaware of the slew of inappropriate thoughts flooding the workhorse’s mind.
"I know," Rarity replied, "they spared no expense here." She grabbed the can of whipped cream, examining the container, "Do ponies actually eat waffles with this?" Applejack looked at the can, a naughty thought coming into mind.
"Can I see that real quick?"Applejack asked.  Rarity walked to sit beside her, handing her the bottle in the process. She turned her attention back to the waffle bar, her words not fully reaching Applejack, who was focusing on the canned whipped cream. A smirk formed as an idea came to her.
She heard Rarity squeak as she sprayed a small amount of whipped cream on the nape of the unicorn’s neck. The farmer then leaned in and suckled on the very same spot, earning a surprised moan from the smaller mare. She bit down gently, getting a squeak in response, before letting go to look at her handiwork. A satisfied grin grew on her muzzle as she saw a light bruise paired with teeth marks on the back of her friend’s neck. She slid her fingers up Rarity’s thigh lightly, leaving a trail of kisses along the length of her shoulder. She leaned into her ear again, her hand resting on the ivory mare’s hip.
“Where do y’ want me, sugarcube?” she whispered.  Rarity slowly spread her legs, leaning into the larger mare. Applejack grazed her friend’s underwear with her finger, the unicorn gasped softly in response. Applejack nuzzled her cheek, feeling how warm Rarity’s cheek was against her own.
"Use yer words, sugarcube, " she cooed, her free hand cupping the fashionista’s breast while the other hovered over her underwear,"I know you can." She heard a soft sigh before she felt Rarity shift in her arms. 
"I...i want you... down there," Rarity muttered. Applejack chuckled, before pressing her fingers against her friend’s panties. Rarity gasped, rolling her hips
"Here?" The farmer asked innocently. Rarity nodded, biting her lip. Applejack added a bit more pressure feeling how damp the fabric was, and how wet her friend had become. The workhorse's cheeks grew warmer, her brain flooded with so many questions. How badly did she need this, how pent up and unsatisfied she's been, how long she was waiting for the perfect opportunity to rise. Applejack's breathing grew heavier at the questions. She rubbed against the fabric in a slow circular motion, a soft moan leaving Rarity’s lips.
How long has she been lookin at me, with this urge in the back of her noggin? Applejack thought, pulling her hand away, earning a confused glance from the smaller mare, followed by a soft gasp as the farmer slipped her hand under her panties. Her breath hitched as her fingers grazed the unicorn’s labia, her excitement coating her fingers. She slipped her hand under Rarity’s bra again, rubbing her nipple between her fingers while massaging her breast. Another moan slipped from Rarity’s lips, Applejack nuzzling the crook of her friend’s neck, a buzzing feeling traveling to her already needy lower bits. 
All those nights she spent, achin' for a good time, Applejack thought, sliding her fingers upward, grazing the clit. She bit her lip as she felt Rarity shudder, All of those times she had t' take care of her own needs, she pressed her fingers against Rarity’s clit gently, rubbing in a slow, steady circular motion, and, with her other hand, gently kneaded her friend's nipple with her thumb and index finger. Rarity began rolling her hips against her touch, her breathing becoming a bit ragged. The farmer felt herself getting dizzy, her breathing growing heavier. Listening to Rarity enjoy herself was intoxicating. 
I wonder how much she'll enjoy herself if I… Applejack thought, pulling her hand away. She snickered when she heard the smaller unicorn whine as she moved from behind her. Rarity looked up at Applejack, a bit confused.
"Applejack? " she asked, before a soft "oh" left her lips, Applejack was on top of her, easing her onto her back. Applejack left a trail of kisses, starting from the base of her neck, to the center of Rarity’s chest, biting and suckling hard enough to leave a bruise and earning a soft moan, and ending just above her panty line. She watched as Rarity trembled and rolled her hips, a devious smile resting on her lips as she heard the unicorn whine.
"Somethin' wrong, sugarcube? " Applejack asked innocently.  She heard a frustrated squeal, followed by a brief silence, with finally, a sigh of defeat. 
"Please Applejack, " she heard Rarity whine, "I… I need…" Applejack smirked as she watched Rarity squirm,  the unicorn’s legs shivering in anticipation, Applejack leaving small kisses along her inner thigh as Rarity’s breathing grew ragged.
"I'd love to, sugarcube," Applejack replied sweetly, tugging at the fabric covering her friend’s nethers, "but there’s somethin' in the way." She heard Rarity’s horn light up, and before her eyes the underwear vanished, giving the farmer a full view of Rarity’s lower bits. She quietly gasped, witnessing how needy Rarity really was, the smaller mare’s lower lips coated in her own slick, her clit swollen and aching with need, her excitement pooling onto the sheets from her vulva. The farmer felt a throb between her thighs at the sight. She almost dove right in, but remembered a fantasy she had in mind. She planted a gentle kiss just above Rarity’s clit,  the unicorn drawing in a shuddering breath.
"Applejack? " she called out.  Applejack’s muzzle was inches away from where Rarity needed her, green eyes meeting blue ones, her hands resting on her friend’s hips. She smirked as she watched her friend’s white cheeks turn red.
"Beg." It was a simple word that left the earthpony's lips, but the impact it had on her now submissive friend was mesmerising. She felt heat growing from the unicorn’s sex, the musk of sweat and arousal intoxicating her, biting her lip to control herself. Her ear flicked in amusement as she watched Rarity’s eyes widened in surprise, her face redder than Applejack's now soaked shorts.
"W-what?" Rarity sputtered. Applejack suckled on a spot on her inner thigh, nibbling and licking the spot before pulling away, a strand of drool following behind leading to a small bruise. Rarity gave a surprised moan from Applejack’s touch.
"Y' haven't been usin' yer words, or been completely honest with me, sugarcube," Applejack cooed. She hovered her muzzle over the unicorn’s aching sex, watching her tremble, "if y' want me to give ya what y' need, I wanna hear ya say it." She moved her hand away from Rarity’s hip, lightly dragging her finger up the unicorn’s slit. Rarity rolled her hips, covering her muzzle to stifle a moan.
"D...do i have to?" Rarity whined, looking at the farmer, eyes filled with desperation. Applejack chuckled. 
" Y' do if y' wanna be a good girl," she replied. She felt her cheeks grow warmer at her own words, pondering what effect it had on Rarity.  She heard her friend whine, followed by a defeated sigh.
"Please Applejack," she heard the unicorn plead, her voice filled with lust and need, "I promise I'll be honest with you." That's a start, but Applejack wanted more.
"And? " the farmer replied, rubbing her thumb gently at Rarity’s entrance, a small, muffled moan leaving the unicorn’s lips.
"A-and I'll use my words," Rarity whimpered, gripping the sheets in anticipation. Applejack liked that idea, enough to give Rarity’s clit a small gentle lick (an action that was enough to earn an audible gasp), but not quite enough to give the needy submissive mare the attention she craved. Applejack planted a kiss on Rarity’s outer lips, earning a whine.
"And?" Applejack replied once again, her own excitement getting the better of her. It was becoming a whole lot more fun watching the proud uppity mare being so needy and aching, even if that lick nearly made the earthpony cave in. She may have left a bit of drool behind, due to her eagerness of wanting to taste her, and her delight at the taste of Rarity. The urge to bury her muzzle deep into Rarity’s folds almost fought out Applejack’s enjoyment of Rarity’s impatience. 

Almost .

"I...I'll…" she heard Rarity say. Applejack smiled. 
"Yeah?" She cooed. Rarity met Applejack’s lustful gaze, her breathing slow and heavy.
"I'll be a...good girl… for you," Rarity spoke, her tone laced with desire. It pushed the right buttons for the farmer, Applejack giving her a slow, long lick that started from the entrance and ended right at the unicorn’s swollen clit. 
Applejack tried not to lose herself in pleasing her friend as she suckled on her friend’s swollen clit, gently nibbling and licking the bundle of nerves as she trapped them between her lips. She felt her mind grow foggy as she listened to Rarity cry out in ecstasy. She felt a hand grab her hair as she gave her a few more long and slow licks up and down her slit, stopping a few times to suckle on her labia. She felt her chin grow slick with Rarity's excitement as she went to suckle on her clit again. The farmer wanted more.  She spread Rarity’s legs a bit wider, her own sex aching with lust as a grin rested on her face. 
"Applejack? A-are you alri- Aahh!" She heard Rarity moan as she plunged her tongue in between her folds, deep inside of the unicorn's pussy. Normally, Applejack's self control was strong. She could stifle her moans, control herself and time exactly when to pull away to drive her submissive crazy. But whether the reason being that she's been sexually frustrated these past few days, or that she's enjoying the noises Rarity were making, Applejack’s self control went right out of the window. She felt herself moaning into Rarity’s lower lips, her mind growing foggier as she slid her tongue out to lick upwards, suckling her clit before pulling away to shove her tongue right back into Rarity’s pussy. She felt Rarity’s grip tighten as she rolled the flat of her tongue against her clitoris, the unicorn’s throaty moans and cries bouncing off of the walls. Rarity was inching closer to the edge, the farmer realized, as her breaths grew ragged and her voice went to a higher pitch. Applejack looked up at her, slowly sliding her fingers inside of Rarity’s pussy, curling and pressing them upward, while suckling hard on her clit. She felt a rush of wetness coat her fingers as she watched Rarity arch her back, her legs trembling as she rolled her hips against her fingers and muzzle. Rarity’s grip grew tighter, crying out in pure bliss as she finally came, Applejack releasing her clit from her lips, giving it small, gentle licks to help ease her friend back down. 
Once she felt Rarity’s movements slow down, she slid her fingers out slowly. Applejack hovered over the smaller mare, marveling at the work she'd done. Rarity’s hair was frazzled and frayed, her eyes half lidded and lolling to the back of her head as she was panting softly, her cheeks completely flushed red. Parts of her body, namely her shoulders, breasts and midriff, were flushed a bright red. The sight alone was tantalizing, the earthpony biting her lower lip as she felt the desire to leave another trail of kisses that would ultimately end in her going back for seconds, but she opted for a kiss on her neck, resulting in a soft moan.
"Ya good there, sugarcube?" Applejack asked her, checking in on the other mare. Rarity replied, or at least attempted to, but the words came out as incoherent babbling. 
"Uh…" Applejack replied, confused, "run that by me again?" Rarity struggled to meet her gaze, a small ivory hand cupping the larger mare's face, her thumb stroking Applejack’s cheek. 
"I...uh..need a...minute," Rarity managed to say. Applejack gave a light snort. 
"Didja cum a little harder than you could take? "Applejack replied, a small nod received in response. Applejack sat upright, giggling, "take as much time as ya need, Rare." She stood up and made her way to the bathroom, pausing at the entrance due to hearing the bed sheets shift. She turned to see Rarity struggling to sit upright. 
"W..where are you going?" She asked. Applejack smirked.
"I'm gonna clean up and eat some waffles," Applejack replied casually, before entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her.



Applejack was making a waffle for her friend as she watched Rarity lean against the headboard. After she had finished cleaning up in the bathroom, she noticed Rarity, a little less dazed, sat upright, her brows furrowed and her eyes focused on her lap. She was curious about what was running through her mind, after all they did just… well… indulge in each other's company. Applejack placed the freshly made waffle onto a plate, topping it with some butter, and decorated it with strawberries and blueberries, before grabbing a fork and walking to sit beside her friend. She handed the plate to her, breaking Rarity out of her trance.
"O-oh," she said softly, taking the plate from the farmer, smiling gently at her, "thank you, darling." Applejack nodded with a smile.
"Y'all alright over there? " Applejack asked tentatively. Rarity stared at her waffle, seemingly trying to find the right words to reply with.
"I suppose…"she began, her eyes flitting from the waffle to the ground," I'm a bit… surprised…" Applejack flattened her ears back, looking away from her friend, ashamed. 
"I'm uh...really sorry for uh….all of that…" she replied softly. She heard Rarity snort, grabbing her attention.
"Oh no, not about what we did,  darling, " the unicorn quickly clarified, waving a hand at her. Applejack,  admittedly, felt a weight fall off her shoulders. Rarity looked back down at her waffle, brows furrowed once again, "it's just… I normally...last longer."
"Huh?" Applejack was caught by surprise as Rarity continued to ponder.
"I mean, normally take some time  but that was just… goodness…" the unicorn continued,"Do you...always get these kind of results when you… y’know…" Applejack blinked at her before replying. 
"When I'm down on somepony?" She replied flatly. Rarity looked away, her face completely red. Applejack chuckled and shrugged, her cheeks a light pink," I mean… yeah, usually. Some of 'em are a tad faster, heh." She watched as Rarity’s eyes went wide.
"Faster?!" She said in shock, "who?!" Applejack smirked.
"Caramel," she replied coolly.
"What?!"
"Yeah, poor thing couldn't uh…hold out…" Applejack felt herself relax as Rarity covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. She felt  Rarity shift her position to move closer to her.
"Well… I hope I was at least...somewhat entertaining, " Rarity spoke softly. The earthpony scooched closer to the unicorn, keeping her legs closed to ignore her arousal, her eyes in her lap. 
"A bit more than entertainin'," Applejack replied softly," ya gave uh...quite the show." Her breath hitched as she felt Rarity’s fingers lightly trace up her thigh to rest on top of her shorts, stopping right at her hip. Her eyes met Rarity’s, her face heating up from her friend’s touch. The fashionista leaned in a bit closer.
"Well, I wouldn't mind giving you an encore," she said, a small smile resting on her lips. She slid her hand closer to Applejack’s crotch, hovering above where the farmer needed her  most. She watched as Rarity’s eyes flitted from her positioned hand back to her, almost as if she was asking for permission. The farmer trembled lightly from anticipation. She opened her legs, leaning back onto her palms. She heard Rarity gasp softly after she pressed her fingers against the somewhat soaked fabric covering her slit. Applejack bucked hips at her touch.
"A-ain't ya’ll supposed t' be eatin' s-somethin'?" Applejack struggled to say as she felt Rarity’s finger slide up again her lower lips. She nuzzled Applejack’s cheek, her fingers pressing against Applejack’s slit.
" I suppose, I will be eating something at some point, " she replied, rubbing in slow circles,"if that's okay with you, darling." Applejack was biting her lower lip, rolling her hips to the rhythm of Rarity’s touch. She was trying hard to hold herself together, but the constant edging and getting Rarity off left her needy and aching. A moan slipped from her lips, Applejack quickly covering her mouth with her hand from embarrassment. She  glanced at Rarity, who was wearing a devious grin.
"Oh now darling, you can't make such a beautiful noise and hide it away from me," Rarity spoke so sweetly. She leaned closer to the farmer and kissed her neck, adding a bit more pressure to her fingers, "let me hear you enjoy yourself, hmm?" Applejack felt her fingers sliding up to the hem of her shorts, her nethers missing Rarity’s touch immediately after she shifted her hand, before  a surprised moan escaped from her lips as she felt her friend’s fingers once again, this time making direct contact with her lower lips.  She stole a glance at Rarity, who's cheeks were completely flushed.
"Oh my," she gasped, sliding her fingers down in between Applejack’s folds, "you must be aching for some relief," she cooed, slipping a finger inside of her. Applejack shuddered as she felt Rarity’s finger probe inside of her, biting her lip to control herself and to prevent herself from moaning. Rarity was moving very, very slow for her taste, and a lot more gentle, almost as if she was trying to see her limits. Applejack closed her eyes and leaned her head back, rolling her hips a bit faster in hopes of incentivising the tentative unicorn, who gave a soft chuckle in response. 
"Would you like more then?" Rarity asked sweetly, sliding another finger inside and picking up the pace. Another moan slipped from Applejack’s lips, her grip on the sheets tightening. The speed was nice, but she needed more. Her body buzzed at her own excitement, aching for more stimulation, she just wasn't sure-
"Gyaah!" Was all she could sputter out as she felt her breasts being fondled, what little support her arms offered completely vanished as she dropped her back onto the mattress. The thrusting fingers inside of her seemed to have expanded, suddenly adding a touch more speed and force with its movements. Her mind began to buzz again, the room growing warmer by the second. She felt a cool breeze hit her (a surprise to her) extremely wet lower lips, and her friend’s hands grabbing the hips, earning a squeal and a confused look from the farmer. Rarity hovered over her, half lidded, lustful dark blue eyes staring back into her, paired with a perverted grin.
"Don't mind me Applejack dear," she spoke, her tone resembling a low purr. She felt Rarity squeeze her hips, coupled with the thrusting "fingers" inside of her and her breasts receiving attention, made her respond with a throaty moan. She heard a devious giggle come from Rarity, who's horn was glowing a bright bluish color.
"It seems those magic strengthening sessions with Twilight came in handy," she said cheerily. She stroked Applejack’s cheek with her thumb, using the other hand to support her weight. Applejack’s legs wrapped around Rarity’s waist, allowing the smaller mare to lean closer to her. She felt the thrusting force of magic slow down, a whine escaping her muzzle in protest. She heard Rarity moan softly, watching her bite her bottom lip as she gave Applejack a soft hump. A weird rush of excitement shot through the workhorse, as she felt Rarity give her another hump, harder than the last time, a gasp coming from both of them. Rarity’s humps came in faster intervals, each one harder than the last and paired with a thrusting pulse of magic inside of Applejack’s nethers. She felt her body heat up and began to sweat a bit. It was just the right pace. If only she could do it harder… harder…
"Harder.." the word came out in q voice so needy and desperate that Applejack almost didn't recognize it as her own. Rarity’s horn shone brighter as she continued to thrust her hips into the larger mare. Applejack felt the pulse hit her spot with just the right amount of pressure,knocking what little control she had left right out of her. Rarity’s hip work, her moans, the pulses of magic touching qnd fucking her, it was all so much. Her breathing grew ragged has she moaned and rolled her hips into the unicorn’s own. Her mind was in a haze, the word, or moreso name, on her mind was
"Rarity…" she moaned,  tightening her grip that her legs had around the unicorn’s waist. An unexpectedly loud moan slipped out of her as she felt something massaging her hips. Shit she was close, her moans rising in both pitch and volume. She tilted her head back,  panting as she neared closer and closer to the edge-
She wasn't entirely sure when Rarity did it, or how she missed it, but she felt a soft kiss, followed by a wonderfully sting of a bite at the base of her neck. She felt her body tense as cried out in pleasure. She couldn't really tell how loud she was being due to the blood rushing in her ears. Not to mention her vision blurred so seeing her surroundings, at least temporarily, was out of the question. Applejack felt her body buzz, bucking her hips as each tremor shot through her. She felt kisses being placed gently on her chest, the sensation being enough to tip the earthpony over again.
Her body started to relax a bit as her vision slowly returned. The leg grip around Rarity’s waist loosened as she began to catch her eye. She heard a chuckle come from beside her. 
"Are you alright, darling?" She heard Rarity ask. Applejack tried to say words, but apparently her brain was still catching up. All she could manage was breathy nonsense. She managed to look at her friend, but blushed immediately when she realized that Rarity was looking back at her with eyes filled with warmth and… something else. 
"I...i.." Applejack sputtered. Rarity smiled and stroked the farmer’s cheek.
"Came a little harder than expected? " she asked. Applejack looked away and smiled shyly. She felt Rarity gently nuzzled her cheek, giggling, "you rest up darling. Don't want you to ruin your afterglow, " Applejack watched her get up from the bed, still only in her lace bra.  She tried to sit up, but her arms were still tired from the events that just happened. She heard Rarity click her tongue.
"Relax Applejack, " she said, walking towards the waffle bar, "get some rest,  while I...er…" she glared at the different items sitting next to the batter, her hands resting on her hips, "try to make some waffles that won't eat your teeth with sugar."Applejack sighed and pouted her lip. She tried her words again.
"Can I get... a stack of 'em?" She manage to ask. Rarity smiled and chuckled.
"Yes, I suppose you can," she replied, filling the waffle iron. Applejack's eyes closed as one single thought crossed her mind.
We're gonna have t' talk about this too huh? 
> Sorted Fabrics and Unsorted Feelings
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Normally after getting off like that, Applejack would need to pinch her legs a bit so she could get up and start her routine. She'd clean up her... mess(changing her sheets, washing the stained sheets with her favorite pillow), clean herself up, and, unless she has work to do, sleep off the rest of the buzz. 

            This was not one of those times. Applejack laid in the bed, her hair was frazzled, the only article of clothing on her was her tank top. Her thoughts were coming in a mile a minute. 

             Did we really just… with each other, Applejack blinked staring at the ceiling, I mean… yeah technically but, it doesn't feel real. She tried to shift her legs, but at the moment they were too heavy and sensitive for her to budge. My legs 're tellin' me it happened but I still can't believe it. She looked at Rarity, who was about three waffles into making a stack and was calmly humming a little tune. The larger mare smiled warmly at her, before the smile dropped completely,  her face going red.

               Did I really just moan like that in front of her? Her face grew hotter from embarrassment, I can't believe i lost control like that, she ran her fingers through her hair covering her eyes with her palms, and I was so loud! How do th' mares in the pornos make noises like that and not feel embarrassed after?! I get one shot like this and I just had t' blow it! What if I sounded weird? And I've gone longer stints without gettin' off, why th' hell was this one so intense? 

               "Having a crisis, darling? "Rarity asked casually, breaking Applejack from her thoughts. She looked up at the unicorn, who was wearing a somewhat smug smirk. Applejack let out an indignant huff, Rarity giggling in response. 

             "I guess I'm just… a little embarrassed," the farmer admitted.

             "A little?" Rarity retorted. Applejack furrowed her brows as Rarity chuckled, "Applejack there's nothing to be embarrassed about. All you did was enjoy yourself." Applejack managed to sit up, thinking about Rarity’s words. She was right, but she still felt like she should have been able to at least control her volume just a touch-

               "Are you beating yourself down over there?" Applejack heard her say. Damn, was she that easy to read? She heard gentle hoofsteps coming towards her, stopping in front of her with a plate stacked with waffles and decorated with fruits, syrup, some butter and a swirl of whipped cream. Applejack took the plate and looked up at Rarity with a smile. Rarity smiled back and sat beside her. 

                 "Are you embarrassed that you enjoyed yourself that much?" Applejack awkwardly looked away, her cheeks flushed. She heard Rarity chuckle before feeling her gently rub her thigh, "I um… I'm feeling the same way." Applejack perked up, looking at her friend, surprised at her admission. 

                 "Y' do?" Applejack asked, feeling a little bit of relief. Rarity nodded. 

                "I was so mentally prepared for us to get sexual that I was convinced it would take me at the very least five minutes before I started to… well… get into it," Rarity looked in her lap as her cheeks grew redder, "but as you saw, that went right out of the window." She rubbed the back of her neck, avoiding Applejack’s gaze but wore a small smile, " it does feel nice to know that we both had quite the show that exceeded our expectations, no?" The farmer chuckled softly. 

                  "Heh, yeah," Applejack replied, looking away sheepishly, " though, since we're bein' honest about our feelin's here, i kinda wish we could uh...y’know… keep th' show goin'..."

                 "Oh of course darling," Rarity’s reply took Applejack by surprise, her eyes widened in shock. She looked back at her friend who just casually shrugged, "What?  When I wanted us to be more intimate with each other, I didn't want it to be a one time fling." She fiddled with her fingers and aimed her gaze to Applejack’s lap, the stack of waffles occupying the space, "I was hoping maybe you'd...like to do it more often… while we're up here at least."Applejack stared in disbelief. No way this is really happening. Sure, she’d fantasized about being with Rarity, both as her marefriend and as her sexual partner, but she already came to terms with it never happening. Morally speaking, she should say no, Rarity is in a committed relationship with somepony, even though that somepony is (at least in Applejack’s opinion) emotionally manipulative. But, she didn’t want to say no outright. She looked at Rarity, who was playing with a loose thread on the blanket, her ears back from what Applejack assumed in anticipation and her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. She chewed her bottom lip. 

              Would it really be wrong for her to be selfish? Just this once? Besides, it's only supposed to last until the end of Fashion Week. She put her hand onto her friend’s own, earning her unicorn’s gaze. She looked at the fashionista with a gentle smile.

             "I suppose I wouldn't mind us havin' a li'l fun t’gether,"Applejack answered. Rarity blinked in surprise. 

            "Really? " Rarity replied. Applejack nodded. 

            "There are rules though," the farmer added. Rarity furrowed her brows but nodded in understanding.

           "Number 1," Applejack began, "we should come up with a word fer when we feel uncomfy." She heard Rarity snort.

           "So a safe word?" Rarity

retorted. Applejack huffed at her as she giggled.

            "Yes, a 'safe word',"Applejack replied, rolling her eyes, "we gotta respect each other's boundaries if we're bumpin' uglies t'gether."

            "Personally, I found yours quite attractive," Rarity interjected. Applejack cheeks went red at the odd compliment, "and absolutely, darling! I would never purposefully do something that made you feel uncomfortable."

             "Unless it involves me wearin' a dress," Applejack replied with a smirk. Rarity glared at her but there was still humor in her eyes. 

              "Yes, well, as fun as that would be, you already made a rule about that," Rarity replied casually. She held Applejack’s hand and softened her gaze, “ what word did you have in mind, dear?”

    “Pineapple,” Applejack quickly replied. Rarity blinked.

            “...Pineapple?”

           “Eeyup.”

          “...May I ask why?” Rarity asked, confused. It made Applejack giggle a bit.

          “Imagine you and I gettin’ hot n' heavy and one of us screams 'pineapple!'" She replied. Rarity stared blankly at her.

          "Well that would kill the mood, now wouldn't it?" She replied flatly.  Applejack snorted as Rarity shrugged, "Pineapple it is i suppose." Applejack nodded with a smirk before clearing her throat and continuing.

           "Number 2, we should probably communicate when one of us feels horny," Applejack spoke, furrowing her brows at the unicorn, who took a sudden interest in the carpet. 

            "So," Rarity began," does that mean that I'm not allowed to sit in your lap anymore?" What Applejack was supposed to say, morally wise, was no. Instead, she rubbed the back of her neck and looked back at the waffle bar.

           "I mean,"Applejack replied, her cheeks tinting pink, "I don't necessarily mind if y' do," she watched from the corner of her eye as Rarity perked up a bit, a light blush on her face, "so long as I...know the uh… intention behind it." Rarity chuckled, clearing her throat after.

    “And the third rule?” She asked softly. Applejack looked into her lap, twiddling her thumbs. She felt  bit of shame, mentioning this at all, but, she’s grown a bit attached to the idea over the past two nights, and it wouldn’t hurt to ask, would it?

    “Well… I’d like it if we could...y’know….keep showerin’ t’gether,” Applejack spoke softly. Rarity blinked in surprise as Applejack tried to explain her request, “L-look, I’m well aware it was a plot t’ get a good view of me, but… I kinda… like th’ company.” She felt Rarity place her hand on her wrist, Applejack meeting her gaze anxiously, only to be met with a gentle smile.

    “I’d love to, darling,” She replied softly, her response putting a small smile on Applejack’s face,” Though, I’ll need you to be less shy about helping me bathe,” The unicorn winked. Applejack’s face went hot.

    “Hey, it ain’t everyday where yer bathin’ with somepony!” Applejack replied indignantly, Rarity giggling at her expense. Still, talking about the new situation and being met with understanding made Applejack feel… warm inside. She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly but she knew she wanted to give Rarity her gratitude for her patience with her.

    “Hey Rare?” She spoke, grabbing the unicorn’s attention.

     “Hmm?”

            "Thanks fer uh… understandin'," Applejack said sheepishly. She looked at her lap with a small smile, her face heating up,"I guess I still ain’t quite used t' the idea of somepony wantin' me this way and still willin' to uh...hear my feelin's out." Rarity nodded and offered a gentle smile in her direction. 

            "Of course darling," she replied, "what kind of friend would I be if I didn't respect your feelings?" Applejack smiled at her words and a calm silence fell between them. She felt Rarity shift slightly beside her, clearing her throat. 

              "If we're...still being honest with each other," Rarity said, catching Applejack’s attention, the unicorn's cheeks a bright red, "I suppose I wish I could have… taken the opportunity…"Applejack looked visibly confused. Her brain played a game of process of elimination, until she remembered Rarity wanting to eat something. Her face grew hot and her eyes widened. 

              "O-oh…" Applejack replied. Rarity chuckled, turning her head to Applejack, her eyes not leaving her lap.

             "I did mean it when I said I found your… nethers quite attractive," she spoke softly,  finally meeting the farmer’s gaze. She'd be...lying if she said that she's never fantasized about Rarity eating her pussy, or if the fact that she was still interested in doing so turned her on. Applejack gave an awkward snort.

              "I- i don't see how it's attractive, heh," the farmer sputtered, " I mean, I do trim, but never really shave, and it can get pretty sticky down there. N-not to mention when I g-get a tad sweaty from a work day."Applejack jumped at Rarity’s touch, her friend’s hand resting on her knee. Daring to meet her gaze,  she saw her friend’s eyes filled to the brim with lust, a small, lecherous grin on her lips. Applejack’s heart skipped a beat, her face a deep red. 

              "Won't you...indulge me Applejack?" Rarity spoke,  trailing her fingers along Applejack’s currently very sensitive thigh. Applejack bit her lip as she watched Rarity move her plate of waffles with her magic, leaving her lower half exposed. She watched as Rarity moved in between her legs, the smaller mare’s waist comfortably snug between the farmer’s thighs. She felt her lower lips throb in excitement as Rarity leaned over her,  her smile growing larger. She felt Rarity’s hand cup her cheek,"I'd be dishonest if i said this was the first time that I… thought of it, and I don't want the opportunity to slip me by again." Applejack was at a loss for words. 

              "Y...you thought about...goin' down on me?" Applejack asked in disbelief, Rarity blushing and moving a strand of hair out of her face.

              "Quite often," she replied sheepishly," I didn't mean to but," she trailed off, sitting back to drink in the sight of Applejack, before smiling and grabbing the farmer’s hips, making her jump,"the idea of being, well… muzzle deep into your folds was absolutely tantalizing." Applejack blinked at her, still in shock. The mare she often fantasized about, that same mare not only fantasized about her, but did so often. She felt her lower bits pulse excitedly and chewed her bottom lip,  looking down at her crotch in annoyance. Rarity chuckled as she played with the blonde patch of hair atop Applejack’s pelvis, leaning down to plant a kiss on her neck, a shuddering breath leaving the larger mare's lips. Rarity began kissing her neck, before lifting Applejack’s shirt, the farmer looking away in embarrassment as her very large, cream colored breasts flopped from underneath. She heard a soft "oh my" followed by a perverted giggle. She would have a response ready for that behavior, had she not been preoccupied with wondering why that giggle made her breasts tingle in excitement. She felt Rarity’s hand cup her cheek again,  turning the farmer’s gaze back onto her. Applejack was a bit surprised to see that though Rarity wore a somewhat inappropriate smile, her eyes were filled with warmth and care.

          "Before I continue," she began, stroking her thumb along the freckles on Applejack’s cheek,"how are you feeling?" Applejack’s eyes darted from the white hand cupping her cheek to her friend’s comforting gaze.

         "U-uh...a bit...embarrassed...but I'm alright," Applejack replied.  Rarity nodded. 

          "And what is the safe word, darling?" She asked. Her eyes looked more focused than the larger mare expected.

          "Pineapple?"Applejack spoke confusedly.

          "Very good," Rarity cooed. Applejack felt her body buzz at her words. Okay, why did Rarity saying that feel...really good? It seems Rarity noticed the effect her words had on her, another giggle leaving her lips in response. She stroked the farmer’s lips with her thumb.

            "U-uh…” Applejack sputtered. She was silenced by a finger on her lips. Rarity planted a kiss right under Applejack’s jaw, beginning her trail downward. Each kiss seemed to make the farmer’s body tingle with excitement. When Rarity suckled on her neck, she sharply inhaled, biting her lip trying to keep herself from moaning. She felt Rarity plant another kiss on her collarbone, a sigh slipping from her lips in response. She's moving far too slow again, and this time Applejack was sure it was because she was enjoying every second of this. Applejack squirmed a bit, her impatience getting the better of her, but stopped at the sound of a lewd giggle.

            "Aww, are we growing impatient?" Rarity cooed. Applejack felt herself growing warmer, her eyes going wide. That was… really enticing, and Applejack again isn’t sure why. She felt Rarity kiss her midsection, the excitement causing her to buck her hips. She felt a pulse massaging her nipples, a small moan slipping right out of her muzzle. She tried to bite her lip again to steady herself, but the cool touch of her friend’s lips against her hip caught her by surprise, eliciting another moan. She gasped as she felt a finger slide up her slit. Her legs trembled in anticipation. Rarity was clearly toying with her, and Applejack could feel herself growing desperate. 

                "Rare…" she hissed, her breathing heavier than usual. She heard the unicorn hum, feeling her small hand cup her thigh.

              "You're so excited down here," she replied, making Applejack blush,"all of your hairs are so slick and wet. Your thighs are so slippery, and the heat…" It probably wasn't her intention, but Applejack was a bit embarrassed by her pussy, and how weirdly easily excitable she was. Though her negative thoughts had no time to ruin the mood,  seeing as how she felt Rarity press her muzzle into her lower lips. The farmer squealed in surprise, her legs nearly clamping shut. 

             "Rarity! "Applejack squawked. She felt a muffled moan against her folds, the vibration enough to stiffen her legs a bit. The grip on her thigh tightened, which oddly helped her relax. Her muscles eased a bit, her breathing slowing as she focused on Rarity’s movements. She felt puffs of air against the hair on her lower lips, and opened her legs to help give her friend some air. She may have regretted that decision, as Rarity took that as an opportunity to hold her legs in place using her magic,  another giggle, one that sounds like the pony was on a bit of a high, came from her now sticky muzzle. 

               "My, what a sight," she heard Rarity say, the farmer’s face turning red. Applejack felt a bit of shame and embarrassment hit her due to her vulva being out on display in this manner. But those feelings were washed away from the rush of excitement and anticipation. She felt something long, warm and wet  slip between her folds, before sliding up to the tip of her clit, a squeal escaping Applejack’s muzzle in surprise. The object curled around her bundle of nerves, her clitoris pulled into a pair of warm, wet lips. Applejack was fighting hard not to make too much noise, especially when she felt Rarity’s tongue flicking rapidly against her clitoris. Her breathing grew shallow as the unicorn continued to suckle, a shudder passing through her as she felt two fingers slip inside of her. Applejack propped herself up on her elbows, trying to steady herself. She leaned her head back, rolling her hips to the rhythm of Rarity’s fingers.

              Just follow her tempo, she thought, her breathing slowing a bit, focusing on Rarity’s rhythm, trying to ignore the wet noises coming from her pussy, or how good it felt listening to them. She was just starting to calm herself down from the edge when Rarity broke her focus by pressing her muzzle against her vulva and plunging her tongue as deep as she could between Applejack’s folds. 

              "Gyaah-aahhh!!"Applejack yelped. It surprised her enough that she fell right back onto the mattress,  gripping the sheets above her head as tightly as possible. All of her self restraint with her moans left once again. She was hoping to hold out longer, but feeling Rarity’s tongue probe inside of her with her muffled moans against her slit, her hands gripping her hips and adding pressure to just the right spots, the magic surrounding her breasts pulsating and massaging her nipples, she couldn’t help but lose herself in the moment. She felt her eyes roll back as she let out breathy moans, reaching lower to run her fingers through Rarity’s mane. It felt as if the smaller mare’s tongue grew longer, each lick venturing deeper, driving Applejack wild. Her moans turned to desparate cries of lust as her grip around Rarity’s hair grew tighter, the earthpony rolling her hips against her friend’s muzzle frantically as she neared her peak. 

                "R-Rare…" she mewled, inching closer to the edge," R-Rarity...I… I think I m-might-"

                She felt scratches on her hips, light enough not to hurt her, but hard enough to give her that sting needed to tip her over the edge. She arched her back and closed her eyes as she shoved her friend's muzzle into her vulva as she came, panting hard with each tremor that shot through her. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears as she felt the magic pulses slow down qs her body buzzed. Her eyes fluttered open to see Rarity hovering over her, her eyes half-lidded and a satisfied grin on her very soaked face.

               "Enjoyed yourself?"She asked, cupping Applejack’s cheek with her hand. Applejack could only huff back at her, still coming down from her high. Rarity chuckled, kissing under her jawline before getting up from the bed. Applejack struggled propping herself up again to see that Rarity was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. 

               "Don't rest for too long darling, we have to go out and grab something to eat! " She said with a wink. Applejack looked confused,  nodding towards the waffle bar. Rarity shrugged at her, "Applejack, let's be honest here, the only use anything on that cart would have for us is to… well… put on each other, and at that rate we'd never leave the room." Applejack opened her mouth as if to reply, but Rarity did have a good point. She could name all the other uses each of those toppings would have and not a single one would be waffle related. She groaned and flopped back onto the bed.

              "Gimme a bit, will ya?" She sighed as she heard Rarity snort, followed by the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut.
> Old Thoughts, New Threads
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Applejack’s legs felt heavier than when she did a double shift during applebucking season as she and Rarity wandered around Canterlot, the town still surprisingly bustling even on a Sunday. It was a struggle and a half to get washed up and dressed after not only cumming once, but twice from their escapades from earlier, especially on an empty stomach.

 Rarity said that they'd grab something to eat, but she saw a couple of stores she'd want to hit before grabbing any food. It was about 11 am when they wandered into a fabrics store, Rarity gushing about the different patterns inside. 

               "Rarity, " Applejack spoke as they walked inside of the store. Rarity was browsing the many large spools of fabrics, turning an ear in Applejack’s direction. 

            "Hmm?" She replied absent-mindedly. Applejack walked over to stand beside her as her friend examined a red patterned fabric.

            "I thought y' said we were gonna grab somethin' t' eat?" Applejack asked, trying hard not to sound annoyed. Rarity nodded as she used her magic to pull out the full spool.

            "We will," she reassured, rolling out the fabric and inspecting it further, "tell me, what do you think of this color for this pattern?" Applejack stared at the fabric as it floated in front of her. The pattern was weird vine like diamonds on a bright red background. It made Applejack squint a bit but there's nothing much else she could say.

             "It's kinda hard t' look at?" Applejack replied confused, "I aint one fer fashion Rare. You know that." Rarity rewrapped the fabric and put the spool back using her magic. She turned to Applejack with her hands on her hips, giving her a blank expression. 

               "Well, would you like to learn?"Rarity asked, raising a brow. Applejack blinked at her in response. Rarity shrugged, "I suppose if you're going to be with me here for one of the more well known fashion events to have happened in Canterlot for two weeks, you might as well learn a few things about the topic." That… is a fair point. It'd do no good for Applejack to be a part of an event with no clue on what anything means or what is actually going on. The farmer sighed, and nodded at the fashionista. 

               "Go on, sugarcube," Applejack answered, "show me yer ways of fashion." Applejack was surprised to see Rarity’s face light up as she grabbed the workhorse's hand and whisked her away further into the shop. Applejack said one solem goodbye to the entrance as she ventured beside Rarity inside of the store. They zipped by multiple fabrics, some thick, some thin, some very shiny, some glittery(what pony would want that? She thought), before stopping at a section where there was a comfortable looking bench surrounded by fabric spools. Applejack sat on the bench and watched as Rarity brought down a large spool of white fabric. 

           "Fashion is a bit of a complicated topic to fully understand, darling, " Rarity began, pulling down a black spool of fabric, "tastes change, and what becomes popular turns bland, what's bland becomes forgotten, and what becomes forgotten is reborn." She unraveled the white fabric with her magic, grabbing the corner and turning to the somewhat intrigued farmpony," tell me, what do you see?"Applejack shrugged. 

          "A white sheet," she replied flatly. Rarity furrowed her brows, before turning back to the fabric. 

           "Yes, it is a 'white sheet'," Rarity replied, rolling her eyes," but it's also a blank canvas!" She pulled the fabric towards Applejack excitedly, "you could dye it, or press it, or sew it into something magical!" Applejack wanted to share in her excitement, but it wasn't entirely clicking. Rarity must have noticed, because her excitement began to die down, her ears going back, her saddened expression shooting Applejack straight through the heart. Applejack looked at the ground trying to find a way to help lift her friend's spirits, but the only thing she could think about was the one thing she fully understood. 

          "Like farmin'?" She replied. Rarity looked perplexed as Applejack tried to make the connection, "W-well, when we get an open plot we check th' soil and think about what's th' best thing t' plant n' grow given th' conditions." Applejack gestured to the white fabric as she continued,  the words flowing easier,"th' white sheet, or as you call it, ' th' blank canvas' is, in my case, a new plot of land t' work on." Rarity stared at Applejack, taking in her explanation. Suddenly, her face lit up once more, a smile making its way on her muzzle.

            "Yes...yes!" She replied excitedly. Applejack chuckled, pleased to see her friend smiling once more. She watched as Rarity unraveled the black spool, bringing it closer to Applejack using her magic, "and let's say you decide to use the empty lot for a specific crop! You plant the seed-"

             "Providin' th' conditions 're good," Applejack interjected. Rarity nodded excitedly, sitting beside her as she brought the fabrics closer.

           "Or, in my case, if the fabrics blend well together," Rarity continued,"you'll create something magnificent, or, have a bountiful harvest! "Applejack raised a brow, the concept beginning to make sense to her.

          "So things like, waterin' the crop, takin' out weeds, checking in on th' weather conditions," she began, looking at both of the fabrics intently, "is that like, addin' in a new fabric to the mix?" Rarity pondered the question. 

           "Yes...and no," she replied. Applejack looked down at her lap, a little disappointed, she thought she was getting the hang of it. She looked up when Rarity rested her hand on her shoulder, "It's a mix of things, just like toiling the land, dear. Watering the seed in the soil is like adding fabrics together. Weeding can be upkeep of the fabrics, ensuring that none of your materials get damaged along the way. Keeping your fabrics in well tempered locations can be-"

          "Checkin' the weather conditions and actin' accordin'ly?" Applejack added in. Rarity beamed as she nodded.

           "Yes!" She replied, " And what would happen if you follow all of these things perfectly?"Applejack smiled.

           "Well, y' get the freshest and best dang crop in all of Ponyville! " She replied happily, "or, in your case-"

         "You create an outfit that is absolutely stunning," Rarity added. Applejack felt like her eyes were opened to a world of possibilities. Fashion, as odd of a topic to her, finally began to make a little sense. She noticed Rarity watching her, her sapphire blue eyes filled to the brim with joy. A warm feeling spread through the larger mare, starting in her chest and working its way around. There was a calm silence between them before Applejack piped up again.

            "So… if makin' somethin' from fabric is like farmin', what is fashion like?" She asked, somewhat excited to learn more. Rarity put a finger to her chin.

            "Hmm…. That is still a bit complicated," she replied, "but I can break down the elements of a good outfit!" Applejack nodded, eager to learn more. Rarity moved the white spool forward, playing with the fabric,"let's say you've harvested your crop. For this, let's use apples." Applejack nodded along as she continued, "the 'apple' would be you in this instance."

           "I thought th' finished thing would be th' apple?" Applejack asked, a little confused.  Rarity giggled. 

            "In the context of making, say, a sweater, yes," she answered matter-of-factly, "but in terms of creating a good outfit, you're the apple."Applejack nodded a bit slower, still following along, " Now sure you can just go outside, being an apple and all, but you, and to an extent government regulations, want to be an apple pie." Applejack managed to keep her focus, though she snickered at the thought of an actual apple on the run from Canterlot guards for not being baked into a pie. Rarity rolled her eyes but kept a lighthearted smile, "your shirt is your pie crust, your pants being your additives for the pie filling. You know, cinnamon, nutmeg, cornstarch, sugar. And your accessories would be the top of your pie crust and your decorative cinnamon and sugar." Applejack nodded, showing that she was following along. Rarity looked so pleased to see her listening as she continued, "But that's just making apple pie, dear. You want to be the best apple pie, the one where ponies are fighting for seconds!" Applejack bit the inside of her cheek. There's a dirty joke here, but for the sake of Rarity’s joy, she'll avoid saying it.

             "And how do I work on doin' that?" She asked, successfully curbing the urge to giggle. Rarity shrugged. 

            "It all depends on your style," she replied casually.

           "Alright,"Applejack replied, somewhat flatly,"what kinda style do I got?"

           "Hmm?"

          "My style? What is it?"Rarity blinked in surprise at Applejack’s question. Applejack couldn’t blame her, she's surprised at her own investment as well. Rarity looked her up and down slowly, almost as if she was analyzing every bit of information given to her. Applejack’s anticipation began to show, her leg shaking against the bench they were sitting on. She flinched as Rarity snapped her fingers, finally able to answer.

             "You, my dear," she began,  leaving the larger mare on the edge of her seat, "are casual comfort." Applejack stared blankly, unsure what to do with the newfound result.

             "Meanin'?" Applejack asked, her tone coaxing out an explanation. 

            "Simple," Rarity replied, "Your outfits are more for comfort and mobility. They don't necessarily stand out too much, but that isn't a bad thing. You prefer to be, for lack of a better term, a 'sight for sore eyes'."Applejack tilted her head as Rarity continued, "your presence adds to your style, you're very warm and inviting, and so you clothes, while along the lines of cooler tones, feel soft, warm, and comforting to the touch. Though, you do seem to prefer a more masculine approach to comfort clothes as opposed to feminine." Applejack seemed to struggle to understand. 

             "So...what does that all mean?" She managed to ask. Rarity leaned against her.

           "Pie wise, you're a nice, warm, perfectly sweet and flavorful slice of apple pie during a chilly, snowy night," Rarity responded with a warm smile. Applejack felt warm and fuzzy at those words, Rarity's smile becoming infectious and worming its way onto Applejack’s own muzzle. She twiddled her thumbs as her face grew warm,enjoying the contact Rarity was giving her. A peaceful silence fell between them once more, the temptation to wrap an arm around her smaller friend hitting Applejack hard, before the whole moment was ruined by a rumbling noise. Surprisingly enough, it came from Rarity, who was more interested in staring at her lap than looking at her friend. Applejack saw the embarrassment creep onto Rarity’s face before letting out a lighthearted giggle. 

             "Y'wanna continue our fashion lesson over some grub?" She asked, standing up and offering her arm to the flustered fashionista. 

            "I know just the place," Rarity replied, taking her friend’s arm.







             Sunday evenings seemed to be where Canterlot slows down, as while they were looking for a place to eat, they noticed that fewer ponies were out and about. Rarity stopped at the diner they ate at yesterday, excited about trying the dinner menu, while Applejack was just happy to grab food. The pair were seated at a booth, a very sweet, small and nervous unicorn mare handing them their menus and leaving them to talk amongst themselves. Applejack saw a burger that came with spinach, aioli, mozzarella and something called a "Canterlot Créme". She's not sure what the hay that is, but she definitely wants to try it. Or should she go with the steak? Honestly any of these menu options sound like-

           "This decision is going to be the death of me!" Applejack looked up from the menu to see Rarity's eyes flitting back and forth from menu options. 

          "Somethin' catch yer eye?" Applejack asked, confused.  Rarity’s ears went back as she glared at her menu.

           "I really want to get the burger, but it'd tarnish my figure," Rarity replied, sighing," and there's an option for the Evergreen Harvest salad but I know it won't be enough for me." Applejack shrugged. 

             "Get th' burger then," she replied casually.  Rarity seemed to wince at her words. 

             "But the amount of calories in the burger is so high!" Rarity exclaimed,"It would throw off my diet and I just know Trenderhoof would-" Applejack’s grip on her menu grew tight at the mention of his name. Is this how Rarity’s been thinking at every meal since she's been with him? Her brows furrowed, her ears going back in slight anger.

             "Is Trenderhoof dictatin' what y' eat?" Applejack asked, her voice low but laced with anger and concern. The unicorn flinched and looked away, seemingly too ashamed to answer. Applejack’s eyes grew wide. She knew the answer was yes, but to actually have it confirmed? She let out a contemptuous snort, before setting her somewhat crumpled menu on the table. She motioned Rarity to put down her menu as well, her friend responding with a confused and anxious look. As if on cue, the nervous waitress came to their booth with her notepad.

          "R-ready to order?" She asked, her voice resembling a nervous squeak. 

          "Yep," Applejack replied coolly, looking back at her menu to ease her temper and to get the correct name for the dish, "for th' drink, we'll take two sodas," she looked at Rarity as if to confirm, who nodded quickly in agreement, "and fer our meal, we'll take two 'Canterlot Comet' burgers."

          "What?!" She heard Rarity hiss. The waitress nodded and scribbled it down. Applejack nodded towards the waitress and gave her a smile, the mare taking it as her queue to grab the menus and leave the pair to their own devices. Applejack looked back at her friend unphased, while Rarity glared back at her, wild eyed.

            "Somethin' wrong, sugarcube? "Applejack asked casually. Rarity was beside herself. 

            "Why did you do that?!" She hissed. Applejack hardened her gaze, surprising her friend.

            "You wanted th' burger," Applejack replied, her voice very stern, "but you were willin' t' starve yerself for somepony who ain't even here with ya." Rarity looked down at the table as if she were a foal being scolded by their parents. Applejack continued, glaring a bit harder, "this is supposed t' be yer break away from him, and yet, "she  gestured her hands toward Rarity,  who was shrinking down and twiddling her thumbs, "here you are tryin' not t' upset him, and with what y' eat no less." The farmer let out a deep sigh, before going on, her tone a bit more gentle, "Rarity, this ain't healthy or fair t' ya." Rarity blinked away a tear, her shoulders sagging.

             "I know…" she replied softly, her voice quivering slightly,"it's...hard to break the habit, to be honest." Rarity kept twiddling her thumbs, seemingly afraid to look Applejack in her eye," but I-"

             "Rarity, " Applejack spoke gently, cutting her off, " you ain't gonna starve yerself for nopony, especially fer somepony who don't consider yer feelin's," she grabbed Rarity’s hand,rubbing the back of her palm with her thumb, "and especially not while yer with me." Rarity finally met Applejack’s gaze, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. 

           "B-but…" she sputtered. Applejack held her hand a bit tighter.

           "No buts. Yer gonna eat what y' want, dress how y' want and do whatever y' want," the farmer spoke firmly, offering her friend a gentle smile, "this event is fer you. I'm just a plus one here fer th' ride, and Trenderhoof is in Manehattan doin whatever the hell he likes,"she  held her gaze, but her voice remained gentle, "so why can't you?" Rarity seemed to think about Applejack’s words, looking at the table and furrowing her brows. She sat upright once more, looking back at Applejack with a new resolve.

           "You're right," Rarity responded, nodding, "I shouldn't be tormenting myself like this. This… this is for me." Applejack nodded, her smile growing wider. Rarity’s eyes flitted from their interlocking hands to Applejack’s eyes, "should I… be more selfish?" Applejack shrugged.

           "I think so," Applejack replied, "but that's just me. Go with yer gut, sugarcube." Again, as if on cue, the waitress returned with their orders, placing the drinks and the plates of food on the table. She saw Rarity give the burger a determined look.

          "Oh,  I intend to," Rarity spoke, grabbing her burger and taking the biggest bite possible. 





           Watching Rarity eat her burger was just the show she needed to accompany her meal. She would giggle at how comically large her cheeks were after each bite, and Rarity would snort indignantly at her as she chewed. They didn't talk too much fashion, but they did cause a lot of tension between each other.  Rarity would speak excitedly about how she struggled to restitch a fabric she had little experience with, but she was still excitedly eating her burger and lots of crumbs and grease were resting on the corners of her mouth. It was the cutest thing to Applejack.

              "Rare, slow down sugarcube," she'd chuckle at her. Rarity would sheepishly smile at her. 

            "S-sorry. I'm just so excited that you're actually taking an interest in this,"she replied. Applejack picked up a napkin and gingerly wiped the unicorn’s mouth.

          "Even if i didn't get it, " she said, wiping her friend's upper lip, "I'm always down t' listen. I like listening to ya talk about things that make ya happy."Applejack was wiping Rarity’s lips with a warm smile, her thumb rubbing against her lower lip, before realizing the words that slipped through her muzzle. Her cheeks were bright red as she met Rarity’s gaze, the fashionista’s eyes were wide, her cheeks a soft pink from the farmer’s words. She gave a small smile before shyly looking away, twirling a strand of her hair, her cheeks turning redder. Applejack smiled back awkwardly, before pulling her hand away.



             The pair were strolling along the sidewalk, Applejack contently listening to Rarity talk about patterned fabrics. From what she picked up,  there was an electric blue fabric that had reddish brown stripes (Applejack tried to picture it, but the idea made her muzzle scrunch up.) Rarity excitedly responded to her reaction.

         "Yes! The idea is absolutely horrible isn't it?" She exclaimed, a smile resting on her lips, "even thinking about it makes your mind scream in agony!" Applejack chuckled lightly as they approached an overlook with a bench. 

            "Probably not scream but it does flinch," she replied. She gently grabbed Rarity’s hand motioning towards the bench. Rarity looked back at her, surprised at her gesture. 

             "Applejack?" She spoke, confused. Applejack smiled warmly at her. 

             "What do y' say we grab a seat and watch th' sunset again?" She asked, before looking at the sky, noticing that the sun had already begun vanishing behind the horizon line,"or at least th' moonrise?" She looked back at Rarity, who's cheeks were completely flushed as a bright smile slowly spread across her muzzle. 

           "I'd love to," Rarity replied, squeezing Applejack’s hang a bit tighter as the farmer happily led them to the bench. The pair sat together,  contently watching the sun disappear over the horizon. Applejack loved watching the sun set after a day in the fields or even just lounging underneath a tree. It's one of her favorite quiet moments, just to exist within the space was enough to calm her. She felt Rarity calmly lean against her upper arm, and a warmth spread through her chest. A soft sigh broke the silence between them. 

           "This is really nice," Rarity spoke softly. Applejack nodded and stared into the overlook. 

           "It sure is,"Applejack replied softly. She sighed contently as the sky transitioned from a warm bright orange to a cooler violet color, the moon creeping up along the horizon. 

           "Do you always look at sunsets on the farm?"Rarity asked. Applejack shrugged. 

           "Yeah,"Applejack replied casually,"it's my favorite pastime. Whenever I watch a sunset, or, well moonrise, it feels like th' rest of th' world melts away." Rarity looked at Applejack, a small smile on her lips as she nuzzled closer into Applejack's shoulder as the moon rose into the sky. Applejack moved her arm, Rarity sitting up in surprise, and gingerly wrapped her arm around the smaller mare’s waist. Rarity gasped softly, looking at Applejack,  her cheeks flushed. Applejack looked back at her, a peaceful smile on her face and her eyes half-lidded, filled to the brim with warmth and care. Rarity gave her a small smile and nuzzled closer, before turning their gazes back to the moonrise. 



         The rest of their evening was somewhat uneventful. The pair showered together once again (Applejack awkwardly looking away once again as Rarity giggled and teased her for it), dressing up in their nightly wear, Applejack in a black tank top and short black fitting shorts and Rarity in a lacy violet negligee, and laid down together, Rarity resting her head on Applejack’s chest. Applejack ran her fingers through the purple strands of hair, staring up at the ceiling as they both tried to fall asleep. 

            "Y'all really like t' cuddle huh?" Applejack spoke softly. She felt Rarity nod.

           "Mhm," she heard Rarity reply, "something about it is...comforting to me." Applejack let out a snort.

         "Aside from snugglin' up under somepony?" She retorted. Rarity gave a soft chuckle. 

         "That is a fair point, " the unicorn replied. She felt Rarity’s fingertips dance along her abdomen as she spoke,  her voice growing softer, " for me, at least, i think it's...more to it than just that alone."Applejack flicked an ear.

           "Wanna elaborate? " she asked, her voice matching her friend’s, "'course...y' don't have to if y' don't wanna." The farmer felt a gentle pat on her abdomen. 

            "It's alright darling, " Rarity answered, " it's just… the act of cuddling is the closest one could get to being vulnerable with someone. Well, without stripping bare. It's relinquishing your barriers into the arms of somepony else who, in a proverbial sense, you trust with your innermost self." Applejack was listening quietly to Rarity’s words, wrapping her arm around the smaller mare’s waist. She heard Rarity taking a deep breath before continuing," cuddling with somepony makes you feel as though...somepony cares about you, enough to protect your true self with their own... I suppose I… have been struggling with feeling like that." Applejack hoped she hadn't noticed, but her breath hitched at Rarity's confession. There was a brief pause, before Rarity continued, "I know...I have friends who genuinely care for me… and I know I have family who care for me, at least, in Sweetie Belle. But… I often feel that...I'm not worthy of romantic love. It's a silly notion but… after Lord Blueblood and… Trenderhoof… I guess I...started to believe it. To fill the void I try to pour it into my career, my ambitions. But it leaves me feeling somewhat empty." Applejack felt somber. She stared at the ceiling,  at a loss for words but wanting to comfort her friend. Rarity nuzzled closer, her voice quieter than before, "I know it's not important… but...I wish I could have somepony who... would care for me… at least in that regard. Where I don't have to change who I am, or how I look. Just… being me… somepony who would want to hold me, as if I can let down my walls and not have to worry because… I feel- huh?" Applejack cut her off by turning her front side to face Rarity,  pulling her closer to her chest by wrapping her arms around the smaller mare’s back. She felt Rarity look up at her, confused and a bit misty eyed. Applejack met her gaze, hoping that the gesture was enough to tell Rarity what she couldn’t put into words. They stared at each other, Applejack feeling Rarity wrapping her arm along the farmer’s back. She nestled her head into Applejack’s chest, hugging her tighter, and Applejack managed to smile. 

             I'll be here for ya, she thought, holding Rarity closer. She felt puffs of air against her chest as she ran her fingers through Rarity’s hair again, Even if it's just fer two weeks. It's gonna be the best damn two weeks. I'm gonna make sure of it, I promise
> Butterflies and Blurred Lines
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Applejack kept her eyes closed, but was awake due to faint chirping and soft, muffled noises coming from under her chin. She figured it was just Rarity doing her sleep mutterings. It wasn't until she felt Rarity’s grip tighten against her back and felt her breathing get heavier against her chest that she began to ask a few questions.  She leaned closer to the smaller mare to hear what she was saying, only for her to recoil as her face went red. She's never been in this situation before, much less with her friend. 
             
"Rarity? " Applejack whispered as she gently shook the smaller mare’s hip. A groan came from the unicorn’s muzzle. Applejack shook her a bit more aggressively, her heart thumping as she hissed at her sleeping friend, "Rarity!"
            
 "Wha- huh?" Rarity sputtered awake, her cheeks somewhat flushed from what Applejack could only assume was a dream that can leave you with sticky thighs and a mess you hope family won't ask about. Rarity looked at Applejack's red face, her cheeks turning just as red as the larger mare's. She broke the awkward staring match by looking down at their legs as an uncomfortable quiet fell between them.
             
 "So…" Applejack spoke, breaking the awkward silence,"..didja have a good dream?" Rarity cleared her throat.
              
"Y..yes… yes i uh…. Yes I did," the flustered unicorn managed to reply. Applejack slowly nodded, looking at the pillows, falling into another silence. In any other situation, the topic would be dropped, the pair would bathe, and try to successfully never bring the topic up in conversation ever again, even under the heavy influence of alcohol. However, that only applies if they hadn't already crossed such a boundary between each other. Applejack tried hard not to think about the question, her heart thumping harder, an even smaller heartbeat beginning to form between her thighs. It would be pretty...inappropriate for her to ask, but the thought of being the source of Rarity’s wet dreams both made her feel extremely flustered and...weirdly enough, very, very excited. Sure she fantasized, but dreaming? The simple notion of the concept was enough to give her a thrill. She huddled a bit closer to the smaller mare, her palm resting comfortably on Rarity’s hip, her fingertips laying atop the flustered unicorn's rear. 
                
"So… what was yer dream about?" Applejack asked," or… well...who was it about?" Rarity blinked at her. If her face were any redder Applejack could take her for a shiny Red Delicious. The farmer's heart kept thudding in her chest from the growing anticipation.  Rarity gave an awkward chuckle and looked away.
             
"I-i'm sure you don't want me to answer… such a question… of that nature ahahaha," Rarity managed to answer. Applejack inched her muzzle closer, catching Rarity by surprise. 
            
"But, what if I do?" Applejack replied, lifting Rarity’s chin with her finger, stroking the fashionista’s lips with her thumb. The simple action alone shot tingles straight to her nethers. Judging by how she heard Rarity’s breath hitch from her touch, she must've felt the same thing. Applejack felt a hand slide down from her back and stop at her hip. 
         
     "I um…"Rarity began, her thumb adding pressure to the earthpony's hip, Applejack sighing softly at her touch, "I was… dreaming about um…" Applejack slid her hand lower, cupping Rarity’s ass with her palm, before giving a small squeeze, a tiny squeak escaping Rarity’s lips.
            
 "Go on," the farmer cooed, "What was on yer mind? "Applejack continued to fondle Rarity’s rear. Rarity bit her lip,  leaning into Applejack’s palm,  adding more pressure to Applejack’s hip, the larger mare shuddering in response.
         
"I ...may have been dreaming about… you and I…" Rarity replied sheepishly. Oh, the buzzing feeling that went straight to Applejack’s groin. She slid her fingers underneath Rarity’s negligee, hooking her index finger on the hem of the fashionista’s (what she assumed to be, due to the fabric)...thong? The idea of Rarity wearing a thong gave Applejack goosebumps. She tugged the thin strap upward, receiving a soft gasp in return, her half lidded gaze never leaving Rarity’s. 
             
"And, what were we doin'?" Applejack asked innocently, her eyes giving away her true intentions. Rarity chuckled a bit.
            
 "Well, you were enjoying yourself,  while I was," she replied, stopping mid sentence as her face grew hot, seemingly remembering that she was explaining to the pony she was dreaming about what got her hot and bothered. Applejack smirked as she watched Rarity begin to sputter, "I-I was, um...well…" Applejack gently smacked the unicorn’s ass, Rarity squealing from surprise, squeezing with just enough pressure to make Rarity gasp. 
            
 "Don't get all tongue tied on me now,"Applejack teased, "what were you doin', sugarcube?" Rarity looked away, her face completely flustered red. 
              
"I was...between your um...legs...again," she replied softly. Applejack felt Rarity’s hand leave her hip, her fingertips trailing downward to Applejack's inner thigh, a jolt of excitement shot straight to the farmer’s sex. Rarity seemed to have been lost in a trance as she continued, "I was… blissfully stuck between your thighs, while you were grabbing onto my hair, close to your peak," Rarity's hand made to Applejack’s crotch successfully, the larger mare instinctively rolling her hips against her friend’s touch. Rarity continued, a lewd grin forming,"I normally try to..be reasonable with how long i keep my sexual partners waiting but… being pressed against your nethers," she added pressure to her fingers, Applejack bit her lip, spreading her legs to give Rarity ease of access,"the way you'd beg and plead for me to make you cum as i kept shoving my tongue deep into your...hot and sticky folds," Rarity let out a devious giggle as her fingers began to rub against the fabric, Applejack spreading her legs wider and rolling her hips just a touch more. Rarity’s dream sounds like it could be a wonderful way to start a Monday morning, and granny always did say something about following your dreams, at least,  the ones that would bring you some form of harmless joy. She pulled the smaller mare closer and flipped onto her back,  a confused Rarity resting on top of her. 
            
 "What are you-" Rarity began, but was interrupted by the farmer’s hands making their way to her ass. A surprised "oh" left her lips as Applejack gave her a sly grin.
            
"How bout," Applejack spoke, shifting her legs so that Rarity’s hips would be between her thighs, "we make that dream of yers a reality?" Rarity’s eyes grew wide, the heat emanating from her cheeks. She giggled nervously. 
             
"Y...you don't...r-really mean that, hahaha,"Rarity replied nervously, still in disbelief. She sat up between Applejack’s legs, eyes darting around. Applejack took the opportunity drink in the sight of the seamstress, admiring her large, soft breasts being held together by a black bra, her slightly chubby but well toned stomach blending beautifully with her large, sexy hips paired with thick, toned thighs residing underneath either side of the farmer’s hips. Applejack drew in a shuddering breath, gently rubbing and squeezing Rarity’s thighs, a surprised moan escaping from the unicorn’s muzzle. The farmer bit her lip as she looked from Rarity’s thighs before lazily meeting her gaze again, her hands moving slowly from Rarity’s thighs to her hips. 
          
 "I wouldn't offer if I ain't mean it, Sugarcube, "Applejack spoke, her voice low but her tone playful. Seeing the seamstress become so flustered and sputtering was more than enough payback for the prior teasing. The look of shock, followed by the stuttering words of disbelief and finally the realization setting in. Applejack chuckled again, biting her lower lip,"either yer goin' down on me, or I'm goin' down on you." Applejack watched as Rarity's face turned beet red, the farmer feeling the seamstress’s tail flap around excitedly, similar to when her cat Opal found a new string to play with. A wide, mischievous grin spread across her face, Applejack nervous but weirdly giddy at what might be swimming through the smaller mare’s mind.
          
 "Soooo…"Rarity spoke, her voice low, a bit of confidence laced in her voice,"how about instead of me, for lack of a better term, 'go down on you'," she cupped Applejack’s cheek," we can try it...differently?" Applejack blinked, unsure of the route Rarity was going.
          
 "What do y' mean by that?"She asked, watching as Rarity looked down at Applejack’s hips, her small bit of confidence fizzled away.
           
 "I... wanted you to um… well…" Rarity muttered, the last bit of her sentence mumbled under her breath. Applejack gave an annoyed snort, giving the suddenly shy mare a small glare.
            
 "C'mon now Rarity," Applejack spoke in a somewhat teasing tone, " whatever ya’ll wanna try can't be bad enough fer you t' be tight lipped about it." Rarity looked down nervously, before taking a deep breath and shutting her eyes tight.
          
 "I want you to sit on my face," Rarity finally managed to blurt out. Applejack blinked in shock. Alright, okay, there was a list of things the farmer expected her to say, tail pulling, strap on fun, hell, a light spanking. But facesitting? The workhorse was too stunned to speak. She instinctively pursed her lips, looking Rarity up and down to see a hint of a bluff, but could find none. Her face went redder than the unicorn’s. Why would Rarity be into facesitting? The mare couldn't even handle a dust mite near her nose and she wants Applejack to sit on her face? Though… the more Applejack thought about it, the idea...sounds exciting. At least,  enough to add more heat to her lower lips, which she can safely assume are, once again, over excited.
           
"So," Applejack finally replied,"naturally-"
           
"You... have a couple of questions?" Rarity finished the sentence for her, "the short version: I can't exactly tell you when it started, as I myself can't pinpoint the time." She had a small, shy smirk as she continued to explain, "But I do know it's... quite the thrilling venture. Something about it just... revs the proverbial engine for me."Applejack blinked again, feeling her nethers ache in excitement from Rarity’s confession. 
           
"Okay, next question" Applejack replied, attempting to be as casual as possible, "have ya tried this with Trenderhoof?" Rarity scrunched her muzzle at the mere thought.
          
"I'd have to be both sexually invested and sexually attracted to him for that," the fashionista replied flatly. Applejack barely held in a snicker.
          
"That answers my third question, "she replied, playing with the hem of her shirt, "another one is: why do ya like it so much? Last i checked,  ya’ll ain't too keen on messin' up yer hair or anythin' that involves ya gettin' dirty." Rarity’s gaze turned sultry, her fingers rubbing lightly against Applejack’s hips, the larger mare drawing in a shuddering breath. 
         
 "That's what's so…exciting about it," Rarity practically purred, "the musk of sweat and arousal filling your nose as your hot and sticky lips hover over my own mouth," Applejack mentally scolded her pussy and its frustrating excitement as she watched Rarity shiver and moan in delight at the thought of having her face smothered in cooch," and all of that build up finally coming out, covering my muzzle in your release." The earthpony couldn't believe her eyes. Was Rarity actually… drooling at the thought of it?
             
"B-but… what if I hurt ya?"Applejack asked softly. Rarity blinked.
            
 "Hmm?"
          
   "I'm uh...a bit of a...rough rider, y’know, " Applejack explained," what if i smothered ya?"
              
"Sounds like a dream to me, " Rarity replied casually. Applejack squeaked. 
             
 "What if I'm too rough on ya?"Applejack asked, concerned. 
             
"How delightful," Rarity replied, her voice a bit husky. Applejack furrowed her brows. 
            
  "Rare, I'm serious," Applejack said firmly,  the unicorn widening her eyes in shock, before softening her gaze. Applejack looked at her thigh, feeling somewhat vulnerable," I'm all for fun but, I don't wanna hurt ya," she felt some of her more locked up thoughts snake their way into the forefront, "I mean… i ain't exactly th' smallest mare, by any means… a-and it ain't all that good lookin' down there, with how big certain parts are and th' hair and-" she stopped mid sentence, feeling a grip against her cheeks. She looked up to see Rarity looking at her sternly.
           
 "None of that darling," Rarity spoke so firmly," I will not have you spouting such blatant lies and belittling yourself because you don't 'meet a standard'," her gaze softened as she continued, "if you're worried about harming me, that's fine and well. But I refuse to allow you to shame yourself in such a manner, especially when the opposite is true." Rarity’s words seemed to melt away most of Applejack’s insecurities. She smiled warmly at her friend, who returned the same smile.
          
"...Thank you, Rarity, "Applejack replied softly, looking away bashfully. Rarity nodded, tapping her finger on the farmer’s nose. 
          
 "Of course, and I'll happily remind you if you need me to," she replied matter-of-factly, "and if you're worried about hurting me, two taps on the thigh means 'get up'. One tap means 'sit'." Applejack nodded. 
        
  "Two means 'stop', one means 'go',"Applejack replied,Rarity nodding in approval. Applejack felt most of her heat drop back into her lower bits, her sex throbbing as she realized what she agreed to. She slowly flipped Rarity onto her back, the unicorn letting out a surprised 'huh?'in response. Applejack sat upright in Rarity’s lap, trying hard to mentally prepare herself for the new venture. 
            
Calm down, it's just some facesittin', Applejack thought as she felt her body heat up at the thought of it. She felt all of the heat sink to her lower half, a shudder surprising her. She heard a giggle coming from Rarity, meeting her mischievous gaze.
           
"Getting excited are we?" She cooed, Applejack awkwardly looking away as her nethers pulsed. She felt Rarity splay her fingers along her large thighs, a soft gasp slipping from the larger mare's lips. Applejack dared to look back at the seamstress, her sultry gaze sending tingles in all the right places, "come now Applejack, don't be shy." Applejack nodded briskly before moving her hips nervously along Rarity’s frame, until her haunches were hovering over the unicorn’s face, using the headboard to hold herself up. All of her anxieties and excitement hit her at once, her shorts growing hotter and her thoughts running faster, her hands gripping the headboard from fear of falling hard onto her friend’s face. Oh Goddess she's really doing this. Admittedly, she wishes she was on the receiving end, but the excitement was still there. Her heart pulsed faster as she hovered over Rarity’s muzzle. She's seen it on those specially bookmarked sites and has wanted to try it. But she never thought it’d actually happen. She thought about how deep Rarity’s tongue would go, or how her magic would be used while she's like this, and was surprised by a small shudder creeping up her back.
            
"Applejack? " she heard Rarity say. Applejack nearly jumped. 
          
 "Huh?"Applejack answered, hearing an airy giggle erupt from beneath her.
           
"You're dripping through your shorts,"Rarity purred. An awkward chuckle bubbled out of her lips as the heat from her lower bits grew.
           
"S-sorry bout that, heh  " Applejack replied nervously. Another excitable giggle bubbled from beneath.
      
  "Such a delicious sight~," she heard Rarity moan. She's never seen Rarity so… lewd. It was both eye opening and...arousing. Applejack felt her lower lips throb, shuddering a bit. She felt a pair of hands caressing her thighs ever so gently, followed by a light tap on her left thigh. Applejack hesitated.
           
"Y...y' sure? My shorts 're still on," she managed to speak. Another light tap answered her. She took a deep breath and lowered her haunches slowly, until she could feel Rarity’s muzzle pressed against her shorts. It felt...odd, but she soon relaxed a bit. She felt big puffs of air billowing against the fabric of her shorts, the sensation giving her a tiny buzz. The farmer sighed as Rarity continued to huff at shorts, small, muffled giggles escaping from underneath. Applejack quirked a brow. 
         
 "Y'all alright down-" Applejack was interrupted by a tearing noise, jumping out of surprise. "Rarity! Ya wingnut that's my shor- Gyaah!" A wet, slippery thing(which Applejack safely assumed was Rarity's tongue) slipped its way between her folds. The workhorse trembled, her lower lips throbbing excitedly at the long awaited attention. Another ripping and tearing noise caught Applejack’s attention, before she felt the flat of Rarity’s tongue slowly working its way along Applejack’s slit. The larger mare bucked her hips, putting her weight on the headboard to steady herself as another stroke from the unicorn’s tongue pressed against her lower lips. The farmer bit her lip, breathing heavily as she rocked her hips to Rarity’s movements, trying hard not to make a sound. 
            
 Just follow th' rhythm, she thought, a moan threatening to escape her muzzle, her grip on the headboard tightening, focus on th' rhythm and- Applejack gasped as Rarity plunged her tongue inside of her, followed by a light slap against her rear, eliciting a surprised moan out the workhorse. 
            
"F-fuck," Applejack hissed as she rolled her hips faster, beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as her body heat rose. She felt Rarity’s efforts increase, her tongue thrusting deeper inside of her pussy, her hands gripping tight against Applejack’s ass. 
          
 "F-fuck me," Applejack let out a throaty moan, grinding her hips harder against the seamstress’s muzzle. She shuddered as she felt Rarity’s tongue slip out of her, before sliding its way upward to curl around her swollen clit. Applejack whimpered, her brain growing fuzzy and her hands losing their grip against the headboard. Applejack felt Rarity shift underneath her, the smaller mare wrapped her lips around the bundle of nerves, suckling hard. She palmed the workhorse's rear, gripping tight,moaning as she suckled harder. 
       
 "Haaa~! H-holy shit!"Applejack  arched her back, trying to roll her hips faster against the unicorn’s mouth. Her ears went back at the sounds of breathy squeals and moans, the noises adding to the sexual stimulation.  It wasn't until she felt her throat feel dry that she realized it was her own voice. 
       
 Who knew Rarity had such a tight grip? Or a very, very skilled tongue? Applejack was getting close to the edge, using one hand to grab Rarity’s hair as she rolled her hips faster. Her breathing grew ragged as her vision blurred. Her breasts felt sensitive, trembling as her nipples brushed against her tank top. She just needed a little more-
          
Applejack whined as she felt Rarity’s lips leaving her clit, only to gasp as the unicorn shoved her tongue back inside of her slit as deep as she could, curling it while slapping her ass. 
         
"Gyah-aaah~!!!" It tipped Applejack right over the edge, the farmer crying out in ecstasy grinding her hips slower and harder against Rarity’s face. She felt her pussy grow stickier, taking in deep, shuddering breaths as she coated her friend’s muzzle with her cum. Everything buzzed as she felt her clit pulse faster.  Her body trembled, her breathing slow and heavy as she struggled to hold herself up. Her legs grew weak and heavy, causing her some issues as she shimmied off of the seamstress’s face, leaning back as she sat in her lap, trying to catch her breath and ride out the rest of her orgasm. Rarity propped herself up on her elbows, a dazed but satisfied grin plastered on her very soaked and sticky face.
             
"You seemed to really enjoy yourself there," Rarity teased, the shaky legged earthpony grunting at her. Rarity giggled as she licked her lips. Applejack flopped on her back beside the unicorn, who was smugly resting her head on Applejack’s chest.
          
 "How...how are you…"Applejack could barely ask the question. Rarity giggled a bit more.
          
 "There's a list of things this mouth can do, darling," she purred. The farmer snorted, finally starting to come down from her high.
            
"Does it fix my shorts?" Applejack retorted, glaring playfully at the seamstress. Rarity giggled and sat up, leaning her head closer to Applejack’s, her lips centimeters away from the farmer’s own. 
            
"It could, "Rarity replied, another mischievous smirk appearing on her muzzle,"if you can convince me." Applejack grunted, Rarity laughing at her annoyance. "Sorry dear, but I don't always do things for free. "Applejack looked at the fashionista, her sparkling blue eyes dazzling in the sunlight, strands of hair accentuating her soft features. Something stirred in Applejack’s chest, a feeling she thought she shoved down and locked away. She surprised her friend by stroking her cheek with the back of her palm.
           
"Applejack? " Rarity spoke softly, her cheeks flushed. Applejack's eyes flitted from Rarity’s eyes to her lips. She rested a finger under the unicorn’s chin. The feeling burned brighter as she used her thumb to stroke her lips.
            
I...I really shouldn't, Applejack thought, her breathing becoming slightly heavier, it'd..it'll make things complicated… 
           
She  closed her eyes and leaned closer, pressing her lips against Rarity’s own. It was soft, tentative, gentle. She attempted to slowly pull away, but Rarity leaned closer, cupping Applejack’s cheek with her palm. They both pulled away briefly, before pressing their lips together again, with more purpose than before. Rarity’s lips were soft, warm and still sticky from Applejack’s riding her face. 
            
She felt Rarity shift her position, aligning herself on top of the larger mare, the earthpony's legs residing on either side of Rarity’s hips. Applejack rolled her hips as she pressed her lips harder, the smells of her release and Rarity’s honey scented body wash filling her nose. She licked Rarity’s lips, wanting full access to her mouth, which Rarity happily obliged. The kiss became more sensual, Applejack using her tongue to explore Rarity’s mouth, pulling her closer as she continued to rock her hips against the unicorn’s own. Their tongues intertwined, slipping and wrapping around each other, the farmer shuddering as Rarity managed to slide her hands into Applejack’s own, their fingers interlocking. Rarity’s tongue worked its way to the back of Applejack’s throat, before slowly gliding its way along the roof of her mouth, matching Applejack’s tempo with her hips. Applejack tried to let out another throaty moan, but it was lost in the smaller mare’s mouth. 
         
Kissing never usually got her this hot and bothered, nor has it ever inspired the raunchiest of thoughts to play in her head. She felt Rarity’s tongue go deeper than before, and Applejack's eyes rolled back, the mental fog of lust consuming her self control by the second. Rarity holding her down like this wasn't helping her thoughts calm down either, images of her being tied up against the surprisingly sturdy headboard while Rarity made her beg for her needs to be met, or railing her until she passed out from pure ecstasy. She felt Rarity’s thrusts pulsing inside of her while her tongue continued to work its magic. She felt herself nearing her peak, a feeling Rarity must've shared as her movements became more frantic. Applejack looked dazed and confused as Rarity pulled away, panting as she continued to hump the workhorse harder. The ivory mare moved her hands to Applejack’s breasts, fondling them as her horn glowed a touch brighter, Applejack letting out a breathy moan as she felt  the magical mass stretch her a bit. 
         
 "Rarity…" Applejack moaned, gripping the sheets tight, "please." Applejack knew her desperate whines would… incentivise her friend, her pussy growing slicker at the thought of Rarity absolutely dominating her. Wet schlp noises changed into loud Plaps as Rarity's lust got the better of her, not that Applejack mind, her moans were rising in pitch and in volume. Applejack couldn’t control herself any longer, Rarity slinking her hands back into the farmer’s own, her thrusts grinding and drilling deep inside of her. Her legs were shaking, her right leg loosely wrapped around the seamstress’s hips.
        
"Do you want more, darling?" Rarity cooed,  cupping Applejack’s cheek, slowing her speed,  but ensuring each thrust was nice and deep. Applejack looked into her eyes, the horny fog in her head growing thicker as she was met with blue eyes overflowing with desire, lust, warmth and something else that she can't seem to place, " You're doing such a good job." It was a small amount of praise but it was enough to make the larger mare melt.  Rarity kissed her just below her jaw, Applejack trembling from her touch.
          
 "Rarity, I … need more, " Applejack whined, Rarity licking her neck slowly with each slow thrust,"i want you t'..." the words died down in Applejack’s throat. Apparently there was some self control left, at least when it came to dirty talking. Rarity let out an airy giggle and leaned into  Applejack’s ear.
          
 " You're doing such a good job, Applejack, " she cooed again,  her voice so sultry and low it made Applejack shudder. Rarity’s strokes hit harder and ventured deeper, hitting just the right spot to make the larger mare moan loudly,  Rarity kissing her cheek  with a naughty grin, "that's right, darling, sing for me. "  Goddess, the small amounts of praise brought her right up to the edge again. Applejack felt her body start to buzz and tense, something Rarity must've noticed because her tempo picked up again.
              
 Just… a little more… Goddess I'm so close- another kiss from the seamstress surprised her, Rarity reached her tongue to the back of Applejack’s throat again just as she rammed her hips into her. It was more than enough to send her over, her leg wrapping tightly around the smaller mare’s waist as she squeezed Rarity's hands. Her body trembled as she began to lose herself in her climax. It was a lot more intense than she was expecting, she could barely catch her breath,as her body shook with each tremor, her hips rolling into the unicorn’s own while her moans got lost in Rarity’s mouth. Her eyes rolled back as each wave hit her, her hearing completely muffled. 
               
She felt Rarity pull her lips away, a strand of drool connected to their lips. Still a bit dazed, Applejack managed to catch a glimpse of Rarity’s face. Her hair was loose, purple curls draped around her face, her cheeks were completely flushed, a  small smile formed as she was panting, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes were filled with warmth and a burning desire. She cupped Applejack’s cheek with her palm, stroking her lips with her thumb. A warm feeling started in Applejack’s chest and spread throughout her body as she continued to meet Rarity’s gaze. she leaned into her friend’s touch, gently kissing her thumb as her heart raced. She squeezed Rarity's hand tight, a small sigh escaping her muzzle. 
        I just made things complicated, didn't I?







          It's been… awkward for Applejack to say the least. After they managed to come down a bit, they were both hot with embarrassment, from their actions, and the very wet and sticky mess they made of the sheets. Rarity did an awkward chuckle before getting up from the bed, but Applejack stared in shock at the giant wet spot. The only thing that was able to grab her attention from that was Rarity gasping at the time. Surprisingly,  their escapades had dipped into the late afternoon. They both agreed to get cleaned up so that they could grab a big dinner, and hopefully ask for new bedding at the front desk.
           
 They were back at the restaurant that had the apple bourbon tofu burger. Rarity wore another turtleneck sweater, this time black, with a heart shaped chest window and grey skinny jeans, while Applejack wore her signature flannel, blue jeans, and a black t-shirt with her trademark hat. Though there was an excitement there that she was once reunited with her food love, she couldn’t stop thinking about earlier. They were both seated, waiting for their respective orders, while Applejack’s mind was hitting her with all kinds of questions. 
               
Did ya really have kiss her like that? Her mind spouted,  still in shock, it was one thing, doin' the whole fuckbuddy thing, but kissing? That was s'possed t' be off limits!!! Applejack fiddled with the straw on the table, her ears going back as she continued to lose herself in her noggin. 
            
Do you know how hard we had t' work on stuffin' these feelings down? There's the scolding logical voice, Now we're gonna get attached to a taken mare, what the hay were ya thinking?! She looked down at the opened straw, trying to combat the voice in her brain.
          
Maybe she'll think it was in th' heat of th' moment? She thought, i mean, it was a spur of th' moment kind of thing. Her brain flashed back to the wet spot on the bed and felt her cheeks grow warmer.
          
 There's no way Rarity would think that after seeing a spot that big. Applejack hid her face in her palms and her face grew hotter. 
          
 "Another crisis?" Rarity’s voice made Applejack nearly jump out of her seat. She sheepishly looked away, only meeting Rarity’s gentle gaze after she felt her hold her hand,"was it because of the mess we made?" Applejack nodded. It wasn’t the most prevalent issue to her, but it definitely was a thought that plagued her. Rarity giggled a bit, helping the farmer relax a bit, "Honestly… so have I. I mean, I still can't believe we actually…you know…that much…"Rarity was blushing and smiling,  looking down at their entwined hands. Applejack chewed her lip, the question resting on her tongue.
            
"Rarity? " Applejack spoke anxiously. She hoped her hand didn't sweat as much as it normally does. 
            
"Hm?" The unicorn answered, meeting her gaze again. Applejack took a deep breath. 
           
"A..about that kiss-"
           
"Here we are! Sorry for the delay ladies!" A cheery earthpony waiter interrupted, placing down their food and drinks. Rarity happily thanked him before he walked away, excitedly picking up her fork to dig into her chicken caesar salad. Applejack watches as she contently takes a few bites, her heart skipping a beat as she hears Rarity do a happy squeal from finally eating something. A grin formed on her muzzle as she continued to watch Rarity, paying no mind to the burger of her dreams residing in front of her. 
            
We'll talk about it later, she thought fondly.





           The pair played a movie on the TV  in their hotel room, skipping the nightly shower and just agreed to dress in their nightly clothes. Rarity felt extremely guilty about cutting Applejack’s shorts ("extremely" being used loosely, Applejack had to do a couple of fake pouts and threatened to take a night of snuggling away for Rarity to change her tune), so Rarity surprised her with a new pair of underwear.  From the looks of it, it was carefully laced, thinly strapped in the back and-
              
"This is a thong," Applejack said flatly. Rarity chuckled 
              
" Good eye darling,"Rarity replied casually, unhooking her bra, her shoulders sagging as soon as her breasts flopped freely, "I meant to give it to you sooner, but I've gotten a bit… distracted since we got here," she explained while winking at her friend. Applejack  furrowed her brows.
           
 "I ain't wearin this," she replied. Rarity looked confused. 
             
"Why not?" Rarity asked. Applejack looked down at her legs and back at the thong.
              
"Not my style," she replied casually, "not t' mention i might tear these." Rarity scoffed.
            
 "Nonsense! Those were specifically crafted to fit you like a glove!" Rarity replied. Applejack raised a brow. 
             
"And I s'ppose yer the one who crafted 'em fer me?"Applejack retorted. Rarity blushed and huffed.
           
 "Applejack," Rarity spoke sternly, but the farmer would not be swayed. 
           
"No,"Applejack replied plainly. She was surprised to see Rarity pout 
           
 "Oh, Applejack, please?" Rarity begged, "and if you hate it, you can just tear it right off and I'll just sew your shorts."Applejack gave her a blank stare. 
           
"And what's stoppin' ya from doin' that now?"Applejack asked flatly.  Rarity let out a resigned sigh. 
         
  "I wanted to see how it looks on you," the seamstress finally admitted, "you have such a gorgeous figure, and I was inspired by it so much that I designed a few things." Applejack blinked in surprise. She…inspired her? Applejack furrowed her brows once more looking down at the thong and back at Rarity. She took a deep breath and blushed, looking away. 
           
  "Alright,"Applejack spoke. Rarity perked up immediately. 
            
 "Really? "She asked excitedly. Applejack nodded. 
           
 "But, if I look bad, yer fixin' my shorts,"Applejack replied. Rarity nodded excitedly. 
            
"Of course!"
           
 "And I get t' rip one of yours,"Applejack joked. Rarity gave her a naughty smile. 
           
 "Depends on where you're ripping it from darling," she replied, winking. Applejack rolled her eyes and turned her focus back to the thong. She anxiously flicked an ear, before taking a deep breath and just putting them on. She felt the thin strap slip right between her cheeks, the lacy fabric feeling quite gentle to her lower lips, despite the snug fit. Applejack relaxed a bit, straightening her posture and twirling around a bit to get a good look of herself. 
             
"Well," she spoke, stopping to look at Rarity,"how do I look?" Applejack asked, looking at her friend nervously. She noticed Rarity looking at her up and down,  her eyes seemingly scanning her features carefully.
           
 "Give us another twirl darling," the seamstress finally spoke. Confused,  Applejack spun around, much slower than before. When she locked her eyes on Rarity, she noticed that her face was a slightly flushed pink. She flicked an ear, thinking about giving her friend a bit of a tease. She rubbed her thighs slowly, grazing her fingers against the fabric of the thong. She looked at Rarity again, wondering if she was still paying attention, noticing her cheeks turn from light pink to a bright red, her eyelids lowering as she stared intently.
            
Oh, she was watching, and Applejack caught her red handed. 
             
"Rare," she spoke firmly. It snapped the unicorn out of her trance.
            
 "Hmm?" She replied, still somewhat dazed. Applejack giggled. 
             
 "If it's got you hypnotized like that, maybe I don't look so bad," Applejack said chuckling. Rarity looked as if Applejack just told her an insult. Big mistake. 
             
 "Did you genuinely think that you'd look awful in a thong, moreso a thong I made?" Rarity asked accusingly. Applejack looked away, ashamed. 
               
"I..it ain't nothin' against you Sugarcube, honest!" Applejack began, feebly trying to defend herself. She heard Rarity walking toward her, making her sputter the next set of words, "I-it's just th' parts I got don't really meet th' standard, a-and well, I don't either, s-so i-" any other words that she had left to say died on her tongue, Rarity silencing her by grabbing her chin, pulling the farmer’s muzzle closer to her own.
               
"Now what did i say about belittling yourself, hm~?" her voice low and firm, her dark blue eyes staring back into Applejack’s own. Applejack looked away, chewing at her bottom lip. Rarity clicked her tongue.
               
"Speak, Applejack," this time, her voice felt so domineering and so…silky. The workhorse felt an excitable pulse going down to their lower bits as her gaze went back to Rarity’s, who was looking back at her with a look that would make her nethers ache and her legs quake,"What did I say about belittling yourself?" Applejack cleared her throat.
             
"T-that um…yall ain't uh…havin' that…" she replied softly, struggling to maintain her gaze. Rarity’s expression changed into a sweet,  satisfied grin..
             
"Very good," Rarity replied, the praise making Applejack blush,"and what are you doing right at this moment?" The workhorse looked away, ashamed. 
            
 "B..belittlin' m'self…" she answered shyly, "b-but-"
            
 "Shh-shh, no buts, darling," Rarity cooed. Applejack quieted down, Rarity’s grip on her chin growing limp, "you do know that i can't allow such behavior to go…unpunished, do you Applejack? "Applejack’s eyes went wide, her face growing redder. What does she mean by that? Rarity looked at her, her eyes very lustful and domineering. She wore a mischievous grin, pointing toward the bed with her other hand.
              
"Lay on the bed dear," she said, her voice gentle. Applejack’s eyes flitted from the bed to her.
            
 "Y' want me t'...lay on the bed? …Why?"she asked, somewhat excited, at least her lower bits were, and somewhat concerned. Rarity chuckled, her tail swishing a bit.
            
 "Applejack ~" the unicorn sang. It gave the larger mare goosebumps.
            
"Y-yeah, Rare?" Applejack sputtered. 
             
"I don't like repeating myself," Rarity replied, her tone sounding as though it was a warning. Applejack felt heat spreading both to her legs and to her face.
              
Is she tryin' to… dominate me? Applejack thought, a weird rush of giddiness hitting her. She climbed onto the bed, confused and secretly excited at what Rarity may have in store.
              
"On your back, darling, " Rarity spoke ever so sweetly, "I want to make sure you're…comfortable." Applejack noted how sultry her voice got, and, yes, it did excite her further, but she won't give Rarity the satisfaction of seeing her eagerness. Instead, she slowly flipped onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows. She let out an annoyed snort at Rarity, who was watching her, a pleased expression on her face.
             
 "We're going to do an exercise that, " Rarity began, walking over to her friend," will hopefully help you find yourself sexually attractive." Rarity gently placed her hands on Applejack’s legs, humming softly, "Legs up and open, please." Applejack snorted, flicking an ear. 
            
 "What are ya, a doctor?" She 
retorted, giggling. Rarity, however , didn't laugh.  Applejack continued to giggle, but a gentle caress of her hips by Rarity cut it short, a small gasp left her lips. The workhorse looked up at her, a satisfied grin on the white unicorn’s muzzle formed.
             
"If you make me repeat myself, I'll have to intensify your punishment," Rarity cooed, caressing Applejack’s thigh, "and we wouldn't want that now, would we?" The earthpony's breath hitched, her cheeks a bright red. Oh…she is trying to dominate her. Applejack’s eyes went wide, slowly lifting and spreading her legs, feeling her lower lips grow slicker. She chewed her bottom lip and looked away, embarrassed, of course her snatch would betray her and stain her newly gifted thong. She heard Rarity click her tongue
             
 "Don't hide your excitement from me darling,"she teased, sliding a finger against the thin piece of fabric, adding just enough pressure to make Applejack shudder, "I want to see you fully indulge in your most base desires." Applejack felt her cup her cheek, stroking it gently with her thumb. She leaned into her touch, daring to make eye contact with her, only to be greeted by a warm, comforting gaze.
             
"There she is," Rarity spoke softly, her voice gentle with an affectionate tone," a true gem, and here she is, laying before me in all of her beauty." Applejack blushed harder, awkwardly giggling. 
             
"I wouldn't…say all that, heh…"Applejack replied sheepishly, "I-I mean, it's flatterin, but- nngh?!" Rarity had rubbed a finger against the thin piece of fabric, grazing the spot Applejack’s clit was. Applejack looked up at Rarity, who wore a mischievous grin. 
           
 "Lets try that again," she spoke calmly,  her eyes trailing from Applejack’s own, to Applejack’s hips,"you are a true beauty to behold." She paused, glaring at Applejack, as if to dare her to disagree. Applejack looked away, her face  still a bit red.
             
"I-I mean…if you say so-" the farmer was cut short, Rarity interrupting by slowly and lightly dragging her finger against the thong. Applejack shuddered, her hips bucking a bit. She looked up again, Rarity seemingly entertained by Applejack’s arousal. Applejack huffed, which made her giggle.
             
"Something wrong, dear?" She asked sweetly. The workhorse flicked her ear in annoyance.
            
"Will ya quit doin' that?" she huffed. Rarity gave her an innocent look.
          
 "Doing what, darling?" Rarity asked sweetly. Applejack blushed harder, pouting a bit.
           
"T..teasing me…" Applejack struggled to reply. Something about being in this position made her feel so…shy. Applejack heard Rarity reply with a loud "oooohhhh!", followed by an airy giggle.
           
"Oh, I'm sorry darling," she began with a coddling tone, "but I won't reward you if you're belittling yourself." Applejack felt her body heat up. She's not entirely sure where this newfound energy came from, but she's not one to complain. 
          
 "A-and…how do I get rewarded?" The farmer asked, feeling a bit of heat rushing to her nethers. Rarity smirked.
         
  "Affirmations, dear," she answered sweetly,"for example," she leaned over the farmer, caressing her cheek ever so gently, "You are a true work of art.” Applejack was ready to counter the statement, until Rarity gave her a look, daring her to say otherwise. 
           
  “Y..you are…right?” Applejack glanced from the headboard back to Rarity, who seemed pleased with her reply.
             
“Good girl~” The unicorn cooed, lightly rubbing her fingers against the fabric covering Applejack’s lower lips. The larger mare rolled her hips against her touch, feeling herself grow slicker. She felt Rarity start to pull her fingers away, a frustrated groan escaping her lips. Rarity let out an airy giggle. 
           
 "Did you want more?" she teased, stroking the farmer’s cheek with the back of her palm. Applejack leaned into her touch, huffing softly, the unicorn chuckling. “Be good now dear,” Rarity cooed, cupping Applejack’s cheek, “You are a breathtaking ray of sunshine.” Applejack knew better to object, huffing as she thought of a good reply. She felt a gentle slap on her thigh, causing her hips to buck. Rarity was looking down at her with a frown.

“You’re taking too long to reply, darling,” the fashionista’s tone sounded a tad impatient, “Let’s try it again: you are absolutely gorgeous.” Applejack didn’t hesitate this time.

“You’re… right,” She replied, a bit bolder than before. Rarity looked down at her with a smirk.

“Right about what, dear?” She spoke innocently. Applejack glanced away, her cheeks burning.

“I’m…absolutely..gorgeous…” The farmer muttered. She didn’t notice Rarity leaning closer, giving her a sweet peck on her cheek.
           
“Say it like you mean it, darling~” Rarity whispered into her ear, her voice causing Applejack to practically melt.

“I’m absolutely gorgeous..” Applejack spoke, her voice still a bit soft, but there was more conviction in her voice than before. Her reward was the sensation of Rarity’s fingers finally moving past the thin fabric covering her slit, easily sliding deep into her pussy. Applejack couldn’t help but gasp, her back arching, a moan threatening to leave her muzzle. With a slow pump of her friend’s fingers, Applejack’s legs would shake, the relief from the anticipation and the pleasure of something inside of her after all of the teasing, even though it was just her fingers, left her trembling. She gripped the blanket tight, fighting the urge to moan as Rarity’s low chuckling sent shivers along her spine. The sounds from Rarity fingering her wasn’t helping her case either, the lewdness of it all becoming intoxicating for her. She felt Rarity’s muzzle next to her ear again, her cheeks burning hot.

“You’re so beautiful, darling” she cooed, the sound of her horn glowing grew louder as the workhorse began to feel the supposed “fingers” in her expand a bit, “from your gorgeous sparkling eyes, to your remarkably bright and warm soul. You are absolutely beautiful~.” The magical pulses were thrusting a bit harder as the unicorn spoke, almost as if to emphasize each compliment she gave Applejack, the earthpony huffing as she grew closer to the edge. She felt gentle kisses being planted along her neck as the intervals between the pulses grew shorter, Applejack finally letting a moan slip from her lips. The moan seemed to have an effect on Rarity, her kisses along the larger mare’s neck turning into slow, long licks. Applejack couldn’t help but moan again, trembling from the extra stimulation. She felt the unicorn shift, climbing into her lap again. Applejack held onto Rarity’s hips, rolling her own hips into the unicorn’s as she watched her horn glow brighter. Rarity’s cheeks turned redder as she began to roll her hips, leaning forward while she used her hands to prop herself up. She looked down at Applejack, her eyes sultry paired with a lecherous grin.

“That’s it, my dear,” she spoke, softly panting as she slowly rolled her hips against Applejack’s,”Moan for me, Applejack. I want to listen to that sweet voice of yours as you cum for me~.” Applejack shuddered at her words, her body heating up as she neared her peak again. She just needed one final push to send her over, a bite, or a slap against her rear, or-

Rarity lowered herself onto her elbows, eyes closing as she pressed her lips against Applejack's, rolling her hips faster as her legs trembled, the pulses of magic thrusting hard into the earthpony as she did. Not only was it enough to send her over the edge, it made her eyes roll back, her hands moving from the unicorn’s hips to her ass, gripping tight as she came. Applejack’s eyes shut tight, her moans and whimpers lost inside of Rarity’s mouth as each tremor ran through her, the fashionista slowly grinding her hips , riding out her orgasm. 

Rarity pulled her lips away, Applejack’s eye’s fluttering open to see her smiling warmly at her. Something about the way she was looking at her gave Applejack butterflies, feeling the unicorn cupping her cheek. Her own hands moved from Rarity’s rear to her back, pulling her in for a hug, Rarity happily complying as she laid atop the larger mare. The pair cuddled each other in blissful silence for a few moments, before tiredly climbing under the sheets and laying in the bed properly. Applejack shifted herself to lay on her side, her front facing Rarity’s, just as they did the night before. She felt Rarity look up at her, looking down to meet her gaze.

“Applejack?” Rarity spoke softly.

“Mm?” Applejack answered.

“You really are beautiful, you know that right?” Applejack fell silent, looking away. She wasn’t expecting to hear her say that outside of the heat of the moment.

“I’m flattered ya’ll think so,” She finally answered, not meeting her gaze. She was caught by surprise when Rarity gave her a kiss, a light blush on her cheeks as she looked at her in shock.

“I mean it,” She spoke, her tone gentle but firm, “you’re absolutely beautiful, both inside and out.” The feelings from earlier came back, the ones she thought she stuffed down once Rarity started dating Trenderhoof. The ones she worked so hard to suppress and lock away. Rarity cupped her cheek again, stroking away at the farmer’s freckles with her thumb, her blue eyes gazing warmly into Applejack's own. The farmer felt her heart thud in her chest, hesitantly leaning her muzzle in, only to be met with Rarity’s lips once more, closing her eyes as she melted into her kiss. Slowly, she pulled away, the blush on her cheeks as the two continued to gaze warmly at each other, Applejack’s mind running a mile a minute.

I’m falling for her all over again….