> Gettin' Her Rocks Off
>  by No Raisin
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> "A friend in heat is a friend in need!"
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When Rarity ventured into the apple orchard that morning, in the last breezy week of July, she knew Applejack had to be nearby. She could hear hard hooves slamming into tree trunks; the ground practically shook every time it happened.

"Applejack?" asked Rarity aloud. "Applejack, dear, I thought you would be..."

Another slight quake. Given how big the orchard was it didn't surprise Rarity to find dozens of wooden buckets, each filled to the brim with apples, all ripe and juicy. The ones that made it in anyway. The bad apples, some deformed in shape, some disgustingly discolored, lay smashed and crushed and abandoned, food for the animals.

Making her way along the treeline, nearing the sounds her good friend was surely making, Rarity found Applejack doing what she did best. "Ah, there you are!" cried Rarity. "My apologies for showing up like this, but I could have sworn you had received those letters of mine." A cross between shame and relief marked her face. "I didn't get the date wrong, did I?"

It took a second for Applejack to acknowledge Rarity's presence, but soon she did, after another strong thunk against the base of a hearty tree. Eight or nine apples must have fallen from the impact. She took in a hard breath of air and wiped a bead of swear from just above her eyebrows before turning to Rarity. "Oh... howdy, Rares." As if not skipping a beat she immediately picked up an apple that had not dropped straight into the nearest bucket and gently put it where it belonged. "Naw, you got the date right. Sorry 'bout that."

"I was expecting to see you when I stepped off the train, but—" Rarity took a deep breath herself and managed a smile. "Well, Apple Bloom was very good about it. In my humble op-in-ion I think that bow of hers fits so much better now that she's grown into it." Apple Bloom had to be sixteen or seventeen at this point; Rarity was not entirely sure about this, which did not make her feel any better in the moment. 

"Sure has," said Applejack. Well, more grunted out than said. Her attention was clearly split between her friend and her work, which was not unusual in itself, but it did give Rarity some pause.

"Apologies again if I'm interrupting something, darling," said Rarity. "I can go back to the house if you want. I know Apple Bloom will be cooking lunch soon. Sounds de-lightful if you ask me." By now Rarity noticed something else about her friend—namely that her legs were shaking. Quite visibly, in fact. "How long have you been working out here, if I may ask?"

"Oh, uhh, 'bout three or four hours I reckon," said Applejack uneasily. "Started 'round seven this morning, s-so a bit later than I normally do. That was my bad." Not wanting to keep her eyes on Rarity. "You don't gotta stay out here with me! I'll be jus' fine, I promise."

"Uh huh..."

Rarity paced around the buckets scattered around between the trees, absently gazing at all the apples gathered therein, when a gust of wind came her way and sort of smacked her nostrils with a certain scent. A certain familiar scent. Familiar to Rarity, of course, on account of her being a mature mare, and instantly she knew what it meant.

Shame gave way to pity. "Oh dear," said Rarity. "Darling, I didn't know it was that time of year for you." She came closer to Applejack as the farmpony kept at her work, although not so focused now, her brow giving way to more sweat, as if she knew a secret of hers had been made public.

She knew she'd been caught. "I couldn't hide it, could I?" asked Applejack half-sincerely. "Darn wind conspirin' against me..."

"But darling—" wanting to wrap her front hooves tenderly around her friend's neck then— "if only you had told me about it in our letters. You know I would have understood!"

At the end of that sentence Applejack didn't drop the last apple into its bucket so much as let gravity do the job. She stopped in her tracks and breathed heavily, her cheeks all a-red. "I got my dates wrong, I s'ppose. Thought I'd be okay for another week, but look how I'm doin' right now."

"When did it start?"

"I'd say 'bout two days ago. Had my last bout of heat 'round when January ended and February started so thought I'd be okay till after you left."

Ah yes, heat. Or the heat, as some mares called it. Happened twice a year, lasting six or seven days each time, considered an "off-week" for all but the most stubborn mares. It was not a proper estrus cycle, as ponies in ancient pre-tribal days would have had to experience, but estrus had undeniably left a legacy of sorts in modern ponies. The good news was that, unlike those extreme bygone days, Applejack didn't need somepony's fluids—ideally semen—coating her insides. The bad news was that—unless treated—she was left agonizingly horny until the cycle passed.

"D-didn't wanna write to you 'bout it." Applejack's made no effort to hide her flaming cheeks. "It's such a pain an' all. Figured I'd just fight through it while you're here."

A smile appeared once more on Rarity's lips, and she even tried to stifle a laugh. "Now Apple-jack! If all you needed was help with your heat then you know you can—" She suddenly retracted a hoof, aiming to touch Applejack's shoulder, when the farmpony flinched.

"S-sorry, Rares," said Applejack. "Not that I wouldn't exactly mind you touching me, but... just tell me in advance, alright?"

Rarity stepped closer to her friend, her breath almost sharing space with Applejack's. Knowing what the problem was, she had quickly come up with a solution in her head, but she wanted to the go-ahead first. "How about now?"

"Sure..."

Applejack grinded her teeth as soon as she felt Rarity mouth on her neck, not too far from the ear. The sensation was immediate, almost overhwleming, not helped by it being one of Applejack's more sensitive spots. Was somewhere between a kiss and bite.

"N-now hold on there," said Applejack through her teeth. "That's a bit..."

"Too much?" Rarity's warm breath brushing against the coat only barely shielding Applejack's skin. "Or maybe not enough?"

"You know darn well it'd take a lot more than that."

"Hmm," Rarity hummed. "Even so, would you mind too much if I had just a bit of fun before we really start taking care of this whole heat business?"

The proposition made Applejack's legs shake more with anticipation, especially the hind ones—she swore she felt her pussy lips quiver—but there was also the issue of being in the apple orchard in broad daylight. "Do we have to do it here? I thought maybe..."

"The bedroom?" asked Rarity. "No, darling. At least I don't think it would give the right impression. Apple Bloom would look at us and think we've suddenly become an item. It's too romantic! No, this is something I want to do for a good friend. A ver-y good friend." While she was mainly doing this to please somepony else, Rarity couldn't help but lick her lips, as if pondering the taste of water whilst wandering a desert. She even felt, although she couldn't tell for sure from her perspective, her horn shooting off minute little sparks. Tiny fireworks, or maybe that candy which goes pop-pop-pop inside one's mouth, just above her forehead.

Unicorns had about as hard a time disguising their horniness as pegasi did.

"Well," said Applejack after a moment's thought, "if we don't get caught anyway..."

"And I promise on my life we don't!" cried Rarity. "Now be a dear-y and put your forehooves on that tree trunk over there. A bit high, like you want to push it over."

So Applejack did, not wanting to make too much of a fuss about it.

"Good, good, now—" Rarity crouched a bit and signaled Applejack to part her hind legs more, nuzzling dangerously close to the farmpony's inner thighs. She could—yes—see how wet her friend's pussy was. An unfortunate byproduct of being in heat, getting wet so easily, but in some cases it could be quite the blessing. Applejack had always impressed Rarity with how much shape she kept her body in, even challenging Rainbow Dash in this regard. But whereas Rainbow was a good all-around athlete, her body from nose to tail delightfully well-toned, Applejack had extra power—and therefore extra roundness—in her flanks and hind legs.

Resting on her hindquarters, her front legs bent just enough to get a good view of Applejack's rear end, Rarity used her magic to hold up her friend's tail; the band which bundled Applejack's tail hairs together was enveloped in a bright blue glow.

"Wanna s-show all the world, huh?" quipped Applejack, trying to see as much behind her as she could. "Jus' get it over with. Make me—AGH!" She didn't have time to shut her mouth when Rarity leaned in and shoved her muzzle practically between her buttocks. 

Rather than go straight for the inner walls of Applejack's pussy, Rarity's tongue prodded the patch of skin between her friend's vagina and asshole, poking it repeatedly with the wet tip before rubbing very delicately between the two entrances. Saliva soon started dribbling down and mixing with Applejack's juices as Rarity, wordlessly and with much gusto, threatened to tongue her good friend's tight asshole without quite reaching there.

"Y-you...!" While Applejack's tone seemed disappointing, and her forehooves planted themselves more firmly in the bark of the tree, she pushed her hips back against Rarity's face, wanting something a bit more satisfying than a mere tongue bath. Not that this motion stopped Rarity from enjoying her teasing. Adjusting herself so that she now sat right on her rump, Rarity used her newfound freedom to grip Applejack's ass cheeks with her hooves, almost squeezing her buttocks together as she could see quite intimately how Applejack's asshole tightened, and how her pussy lips seemed to carry a life of their own as they let loose more juices.

There came a point, however, when Applejack simply couldn't take any more. "Put it in," she nearly shouted. "Just s-shove it right in there, darn you!" Part of her wished Rarity had a penis, although that would then raise the issue of pregnancy. So a tongue would do the trick more than well enough.

Rarity, for her part, stopped what she was doing and leaned back slightly to grin at her friend's sweat-beaded face. "Want me to take the plunge then, darling?"

"YES!" Applejack thought she wasn't being too loud, but she couldn't be sure. The thought of her sister overhearing her cries of pleasure worried her, yet this added element of paranoia also made her all the more eager to have her insides filled with something. "Y-you know darn well how much I want it!"

"Ah," said Rarity, self-satisfied. "You need not say more, darling!" As soon as she could manage she dug her snout back between Applejack's thighs, but this time with the aim of eating her out properly. She ran her tongue along her friend's warm wet pussy folds, wanting to get a good taste before working her way inside. The tasting of her juices made Applejack audibly whimper, a delicious sound she probably never made unless stricken with heat and mile-a-minute hormones. Fluids ran down, over Rarity's chin, over the little hidden places of Applejack's pussy, over the farmpony's revealed clitoris and even falling in droplets on the grass.

Something—a subtle twist in her stomach—told Rarity her friend would come the first time almost as soon as she pushed her tongue inside. 

And with that in mind she did.

Closing her eyes, as if wanting to take in purely the feeling of what she was doing, Rarity squeezes Applejack's roundly muscled ass cheeks with her hooves while her tongue wormed its way between those warm and tight pussy walls. Flexing and straightening her tongue, Rarity explored the depths of Applejack's pussy, those folds between her dampened thighs almost winking all the while. Yet the most pleasurable part of all this for Rarity was the moans that escaped Applejack's clenched teeth, like the queerest but most ecstatic music to her ears.

And all the while—much as she was not so eager to admit it—Rarity was getting wet herself. She was not in the midst of one of her heat cycles, but she was a grown mare with grown-mare needs, and the act of pleasuring her friend seemed to have rubbed off on her. As her tongue dove in and out of Applejack's quivering pussy, itself surely on the brink now, she imagined somepony else's tongue working its magic between her hind legs.

Applejack's tongue, perhaps...?

But no, right now her friend needed her help the most! Indeed Applejack must have turned her head back again to eye Rarity while she ate her out. "H-hey there, I'm gonna—" She managed to stop grinding her teeth for a second. "Can feel a knot tyin' up down there—"

Rather than give a response, Rarity simply kept tonguing her pussy deeply and vigorously, her nose pressing against that patch of skin between the pussy and asshole. Her hooves spread Applejack's buttocks farther apart while also tugging on her tail upwards with her magic, part of her wanting to make the poor farmpony cry in sheer pleasure and have her voice echo throughout the vast orchard.

She sensed the orgasm coming. She felt it coming.

And then it all came out.

"GRGHHH!" Applejack's body spoke more in that moment than her voice did. A shiver—Rarity could almost see it—ran down the farmpony's spine as her vaginal muscles tightened around Rarity's tongue, squeezing it desperately as if wanting to milk something out of it. A sweet pungent smell filled Rarity's nostrils as a rush of juices dribbled down her chin. Warm, sweet, hard to not want more of once she got a good taste of it. And of course Applejack's orgasm must had its way with her for a good thirty seconds; orgasms during heat were, invariably, some of the best a mare could ever experience.

Slowly, breathing heavily herself now, Rarity pulled back and rested firmly on her haunches, letting go of Applejack's tail and wiping beads of pussy juice off her lips and chin. "I assume that felt pretty good for you," she said almost sarcastically, not minding the fact that her own cheeks were as red as her friend's by now. "Should we...?"

She hadn't totally decided how she was going to finish that question when she heard a voice—a sort of squeaky voice she knew well enough—come from the direction of the house.

"Rarity? AJ? You guys doin' okay out there?"

"Oh dear," Rarity whispered, a wave of anxiety suddenly hitting her chest.

Thankfully, without having to wait too long, Applejack regained the ability to use words again. "We're doin' just fine, Apple Bloom!" she shouted across the orchard. She must have surely been anxious for a second there too, but she gave Rarity a playful wink to show everything was going to turn out fine. "We'll be in for lunch in a bit! I need my break anyhow!" she shouted to her sister.

"Well... alrighty then!"

A pause between the two mares. There was the faint—almost inaudible, frankly—sound of the house's front door being shut. It had to have been opened at some point before, but neither had heard it.

"I got a question," said Applejack, turning to face Rarity entirely now.

"Y-yes, dear?" Now it was Rarity's turn to be worried about how horny she was.

Unexpectedly Rarity got pushed—not too hard now—onto her back with a stern forehoof. She almost let out a yelp sound, or something like that, but she got the impression that Applejack knew sex between friends didn't always have to be a one-way street. No, instead it could be more of a scratch-my-back-and-I'll-scratch-yours arrangement. Not something Rarity was opposed to, of course!

Applejack looked lustily into Rarity's eyes when she said, "Wanna take a roll in the hay?" An awkward pause. Not a very good joke. She then said sheepishly, "Or a roll in the grass, I s'ppose."

"Hmm," hummed Rarity like before, roaming a hoof down her friend's chest. "I assumed just one go would not quite do the trick for you anyway, darling. And..."

Rarity felt a hoof—more gentle now, by Applejack's standards—put her lips at ease. "Hang on to that thought, Rares," said Applejack, more confidently now. "Think I know a way to make both of us feel pr'tty good at the same time, if that suits ya fine."

The sentiment wasn't romantic, true, but it was sweet. Rarity felt like her heart was threatening to explode when she said, "It certainly would. I would... I think I would enjoy that a great deal, actually." She had thought about having sex with Applejack not unfrequently over the years, finding the farmpony's physique worthy of envy and all that, but in her mind's eye she tended to envision being bent over a crate or the edge of a mattress while Applejack did all kinds of debauched things to her from behind; sometimes she even imagined Applejack as a stallion, or even just Applejack with a thick throbbing member that could ram her and fill her up with the warmest and most delicious semen until she was all used up and the day was done.

But today, wherein she finally got to know the joys of having sex with one of her finest friends, turned out to be different from all those imaginings. Not in a bad way, though!

Confidently but a tad shakily, Applejack started turning around so that her hind legs were once again facing Rarity's face, planted on both sides of her head. "Hold on tight then, sugarcube," she said happily. "We'll take care of each other like this." Applejack then leaned down, her mane tickling the inner spots of Rarity's thighs as her mouth went after her exposed clitoris.

"O-ohhhh!" Rarity's breathing became shallow and more rapid as bolts of electricity shot up her back, the raw feeling of Applejack's lips and tongue swirling around and practically making love to her clit sending her a fast one-way ticking to orgasmic release. Now if she could hold out just long enough...!

And meanwhile Applejack lowered her hips, bending her hind legs and nearly slamming her soaking pussy back against Rarity's muzzle, moaning between Rarity's thighs and trying to suck on her clit as one pair of lips met another. For her part, now that she was back in the saddle in a figurative sense, Rarity grabbed her friend's ass cheeks and held onto them for dear life as her somewhat exhausted tongue worked its way inside Applejack now-extra-sensitive pussy.

It was clear, right away, that neither of them would last very long.

After maybe a minute of swerving her tongue between Rarity's clit and dampened pussy folds, Applejack pulled back slightly and said, "W-would ya maybe pull on my tail again? Like before—"

Which Rarity was all too happy to do, naturally. She wrapped the end of Applejack's tail in magic and pulled it skyward—not too hard, but enough to get a healthy gasp out of the farmpony. Meanwhile she kissed and even managed to sneak in a couple light nibbles on Applejack's pussy lips before thrusting her tongue back in, wanting to make her friend come again more than anything, to taste more juices from that sweetened fruit.

Both mares knew they couldn't stand much longer. Literally! Applejack's hind legs were shaking something fierce by this point, and Rarity's hind legs were sort of dangling in the air, bending and unbending while Applejack ate her pussy whole and caused a mixture of saliva and juices to dribble down Rarity's vaginal folds and over her puckered asshole.

Then, much to her surprise, Rarity came first. After that initial jolt of Applejack tonguing her shocked and awed clit she assumed her orgasm would come more gradually, until suddenly it hit her with a force that blindsided her. Her hind legs twitched and bent sharply as she squirted spurts of juice at Applejack's face and onto the grass—which Applejack didn't seem to mind, considering she paused for maybe a second before lapping up some of said juices with her wide muscular tongue.

Despite her lower half being thoroughly worn out, Rarity kept kissing and nibbling on her friend's pussy lips, sometimes slipping the tip of her tongue downward to tease the clit, alternating between playing with Applejack's button and stroking the inner walls of her pussy until she finally got what she wanted: that second orgasm.

"HNNNG!" Applejack tried—successfully, thank goodness—to not scream when she came again. She couldn't resist the urge to press her butt into her friend's face as she covered Rarity's lips and chin with the sweetest of juices. Finally spent of all her energy, and seeing that Rarity was in a similar state of drained euphoria, she very deliberately turned around and flopped onto her back, her forelegs resting atop her chest while her hind legs sort of dangled a few inches off the ground.

Their muscles ached while they lay side by side, their flanks touching, on the splendid summertime grass. Rarity soon turned an ear to the ground, listening to insects, her breathing gradually returning to normal.

Applejack eventually broke the silence with, "Y'know... I'm glad ya came here, Rares."

Her other ear perking up, Rarity turned her head to meet her friend's eyes. "Well, dear, if you had just told me you needed some help with your heat—"

"I know that," Applejack quickly interjected. "Just, y'know, what with these darn cycles and all. And ours never line up. Always been that way. Didn't seem fair, I s'ppose, to have you take care of me like that."

A giggle escaped Rarity's worn lips. "Come on, now. Even if you didn't do that with me, i still would have done for you what I did. To see you come like that was... almost too much, in all honesty." She turned in more, nuzzling Applejack's cheek warmly. "But it was enough for me. And I would gladly do it again."

"Aww, shucks." Applejack couldn't help giggling herself now. "To've known each other all these years and we didn't do nothin' about each other's heats!"

"True, what a shame it is! But now we know, don't we? And there's nothing stopping us from coming to each other in case isolating the heat becomes too much." Rarity then said ponderously, "Masturbation is fine and all, but happines is always best when shared. Why, I always look for a good-enough partner when I go through those troublesome weeks. Preferrably somepony I know very know, some mare I care a great deal for. Does that make any sense to you?"

"Of course it does." A bright smile now.

Another bout of giggling. "And," said Rarity, "I'm open if you ever need me again. Which I assume you might for the rest of the week. Doesn't have to be just me, but... this is something I a-dore doing with you, darling. I came to realize that much."

"Yeah... me too, Rares." Applejack sighed the happiest of sighs. She didn't want to cuddle with Rarity or something along those lines, but she did want to be close to her for the time being. Come to think of it, they needed to exchange letters more often. Despite knowing each other nearly a decade, experiencing the best and worst times together, they did not talk so much these days. An error that ought to be corrected, obviously.

No, Applejack wanted to be with Rarity for as long as she was visiting Ponyville. The dedicated farmpony and the traveling businessmare, two souls that rarely crossed paths.

How much she missed her friend threatened her with a melancholy mindset, but instead Applejack decided to nuzzle Rarity's cheek as a kind of return. A call and response. There probably wouldn't be any kissing in the days to come, but there would certainly be hugs, and nibbles, and loving bites, words between dear friends, certain familiar looks between their faces, their eyes, their lips, their whole bodies.

"Think it's time for lunch 'bout now," said Applejack, half-tired and half-hungry.

"Oh yes." Rarity smiled warmly, her breath mingling with the summer air. "It does look that way, doesn't it?"