Scootaloo had been right, surprisingly, when she mentioned that Rarity's birthday was coming up soon. Spike overheard Twilight and some of the others talking about it for a good few days before the actual date, and had been dying for an invitation. There was no reason he shouldn't have got one, especially after the fabulous night the two of them had had, but he was still nervous. He was always silent when he heard them discussing it, be it Twilight on her cell phone at home or the group at lunchtime when he would join them. At last though, his invitation came through.

'Spike, Twilight told you the party starts at seven-thirty, didn't she?' It was a simple text, indeed, but it sent the boy reeling.

'No, she didn't mention it. Thursday evening though, right?' Spike replied, trying not to sound too eager or presumptuous.

'Yes, that's right. I do hope you'll be there, you're not busy, are you?' Spike read that over and over until his smile seemed to sink into his cheekbones. She actually hoped he would be there.

'Of course I'll be there, I saved the date and everything.' He thought it sounded polite and flattering, so he sent it. 'Who's all invited?'

'The usual. Rainbow talked me into inviting the football team, too. Which, I am not opposed to. It's good for us all to come together, don't you think?' was the response.

'Yeah, it should be fun.'

Rarity stared at the response time and again. Even Spike's number, which was so familiar to her now, seemed charming. By then, Thursday had arrived, and several of her friends had come over early to help her set up the decorations. Twilight had made a checklist of preparations, snacks, drinks and activities—of course—and was currently going over said inventory. Applejack had helped move most of the stuff out of the boutique, leaving chairs around, especially by the payment counter, where Rarity anticipated snacks and conversation might be held. Meanwhile, Fluttershy and Rarity herself had put up most of the decorations, confirming with guests about times of arrival. Both Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie had yet to arrive, which was no surprise, seeing as how Rainbow was always late and Pinkie Pie said she had to stop off for some supplies.

Everything was finished in a timely manner, as Twilight had predicted, and the girls were gathered in the kitchen. As Twilight was triple-checking the checklist, Rarity reached into the bottom of her refrigerator and pulled out a tall, simple bottle of champagne. The other girls looked over with surprise as she gathered some champagne flutes from her cupboard and brought them over, aligning them along the counter.

“It was wonderful of you all to come and help out. Perhaps we should have a few drinks, just us girls, before the others arrive,” Rarity mused as she removed the wrappings from around a champagne bottle, readying to pop the cork out.

“Thanks but no thanks, Rare,” Applejack graciously declined. “Ah gotta drive home after th' party, an' it's a long trip.”

“Nonsense, Applejack,” Rarity flicked the cork off skilfully, pouring the bubbling liquid into four perfectly portioned glasses. “You can stay in my guest room, no worries, darling.”

“Y'mean that?” Applejack asked curiously, hope inflating in her voice. “My, that's very generous o' you.”

“Don't mention it,” Rarity placed the bottle down beside the glassed as the girls reached out and took them.

Rarity had no reason not to provide Applejack with a means to stay, she was one of the most trustworthy of her friends. If anyone was going to keep it clean and respect the offer, it was Applejack. The four girls raised their shimmering, gold glasses to the light, and smiles were traded among them.

“T' Rarity, an' a fancy-lookin' party,” Applejack chuckled, not really knowing a proper way to say it.

“And to a perfectly civilized birthday, spent with my dearest friends,” Rarity added, graciously tipping her glass to each friend before they clicked together in the middle.

“Cheers!” was called as they brought the glasses to their lips, taking in the sweet flavour. Everyone but Applejack sighed pleasantly, while the farmer pursed her lips at the dissatisfying sour, overly-bubbly taste, but drank it anyway.

As the glasses were tipped back and light laughter was spread about, a doorbell was heard quite clearly over the quiet boutique. Rarity finished her sip and placed the glass on the counter where she sat, noticing the reddened rim from her lipstick. She hummed lightly as the swallow went down her throat, the bubbling a surprising yet pleasing sensation.

“Oh, that's Pinkie. Right on time,” Rarity chimed as she hopped down off the counter, smiling innocently as she went to greet her friend. “Pour a glass for her, will you girls? Should be a nice treat for her. This birthday? This is going to be perfect.”

“This is not how I anticipated my party to be.” Rarity crossed her arms as she leaned against the entrance to the hallway from the lower floor of the Boutique. “I even dressed up for this.”

It was true, she was wearing a beautifully designed outfit, which she herself had made just for this occasion. It was a shimmering, silky blue and sized perfectly, folds of clothing falling breezily over others and ruffling slightly at the thigh. It ran over but one shoulder and tastefully hid anything inappropriate, though it squeezed her around her thin waist and contrasted her large bust.

“You invited Pinkie Pie, you had to know that things would get a little rowdy,” Twilight tried to console her, stepping back as Score ran past her without a shirt on, hollering something incoherent.

“I think this has past the point of a little rowdy,” Rarity sighed out, pursing her lips as she watched it all go on.

She had anticipated a well-intended party, perhaps some dancing and some talking with close friends. However, that was not how the members of the football team, whom she had ruefully invited, liked to party. Besides that, the frizzy-haired Pinkie had decided to bring along a few extra decorations, friends, drinks and music mixes, the last of which she blasted over the stereo at maximum volume. The dance floor was crowded and at times turned into something of a mosh pit, though neither Twilight or Rarity dared get near it.

“I hope they don't break anything,” Rarity worried, looking at the expensive mannequins sporting her latest designs, which had been moved aside to make way for a beer-pong table set up with some end tables and a hunk of plywood the boys had lugged in from a dumpster nearby.

“I don't think so, I saw Spike going around and collecting most of the valuables earlier,” Twilight mentioned proudly, speaking of her brother in a bright light.

“He sure is a sweetheart,” she let out a slow sigh, looking around for the boy in question.

The doorbell rung suddenly, and both girls looked at each other to be sure they heard it at all. Immediately following the faint chiming was a rough several raps against her beautiful door, which was louder than the bell. Rarity excused herself from Twilight's company and went to greet whoever it was.

Glancing over at the clock, Rarity noted the time was almost 9:00pm, just past time to be fashionably late. There was only one person who would show up then, someone who had lazed around doing absolutely nothing until the last possible minute.

Rarity opened her door to greet the final guest, only to come face to face with the bored expression of a certain football captain. The girl outside her boutique made a weird, scrunched up face as she looked Rarity up and down, noticing her elegant attire. Garbed with casual ripped jeans and her letterman jacket, she seemed very contrary to the possible dress code. With a snarky scoff, the guest snickered and crossed her arms.

“Shit, was this a costume party?” the brash girl remarked rudely.

“Pleasure to see you too, Rainbow Dash.” Rarity blankly replied, accustomed to her obnoxious behaviour by now.

“Happy birthday, you skank,” Rainbow stepped into the boutique without permission and patted Rarity of the shoulder twice. “You seen my girl around?”

“I'm not really certain if I should respond to that title, but Applejack is in the far corner. By the,” Rarity paused and winced as she glanced over at the bunch of mixed drinks that made a mess of her counter. She herself was unsure how it all got there. In fact, it had been Scootaloo and the Dumbbells who had shown up with bags of harder liquor and a cooler full of beer, sneaking it in through the back. “Beverages.”

“Athankya,” Rainbow Dash said in an attempt at classy, tipping her pretend top hat as she passed Rarity.

Rainbow spun around on her heel over-zealously and stopped herself, facing the other direction. She easily avoided the stumbling few who muddled up the air with noise and swung herself towards what was once the boutique's checkout counter. An affectionate smile made its way across her face as she saw the girl behind blurry, moving shadows. With a dark bottle in her hand, she was just sitting on a chair at the far end of the counter past most of the drinks, by the beer cooler.

“Sitting by herself with a beer; how very Applejack of her,” Rainbow murmured in an amused tone, sneaking through the crowd as she made her way to her target.

Applejack sipped at the mouth of her beer, moving her tongue up and down with each swallow to fully taste each mouthful. Sighing leisurely as she removed it from her lips, Applejack leaned back in her seat. The music was louder than she particularly liked, but she put up with it anyway. What was worse was the noisy, muffled chatter of the crowd, which was engaged in whatever obnoxious party activity they could find.

Arms slid over her shoulders without warning, but she knew immediately who they belonged to, and smiled warmly. Tilting her head to the side to permit Rainbow Dash to rest her chin on her shoulder, Applejack reached up and touched the girl's folded wrists, which came dangerously close to her breasts as usual.

“Hey babe, sorry to keep you waiting,” Rainbow Dash spoke close to Applejack's neck, while the girl in her arms rolled her eyes.

“Y'almost had me worried,” Applejack joked as she leaned back into the embrace.

“Can I make it up to you?” the football captain asked in a cutesy voice, nibbling at Applejack's earlobe and sucking it.

“Not like that!” Applejack frantically squirmed out of the hold, holding her hand over the now moist spot and blushing madly. Applejack frowned as she noticed the blush in Rainbow's cheeks, and shook her head. “Y'drank b'fore y'came, didn't you?”

“Just one or two,” Rainbow pouted as she was found out, grabbing a chair and pulling it right up against Applejack's before hopping onto it. “I didn't know how long I would have to deal with Rarity or her other guests before I could get to you, I needed a means to get through it.”

“Right,” Applejack chuckled into the mouth of her beer while she reached out with her other hand, grasping a fresh one from the cooler behind the counter. “Here y'go, honey.”

“You're the best, AJ,” Rainbow jubilantly grabbed it and rubbed her head against Applejack's shoulder like some pet.

“Y'always get 'specially frisky when y'drink, y'know that?” Applejack mentioned as the other girl struggled to twist the cheap cap off, having to use her shirt to do so.

“Is that why you're giving me another?” Rainbow raised her eyebrow suggestively, and Applejack just avoided her gaze.

Rainbow laughed as she poured some beer down her throat, spilling several drops down her chin as she did. Before she could rudely grind the back of her hand against her whole jaw and flick the spilled beer in some random direction, she felt something else touch her lower lip. Rainbow Dash blinked in shock as she realized it was Applejack's thumb, which slowly moved along the fullness of her wetted lip and removed the substance. The two just stared at each other as Applejack pulled away, leaving Rainbow's jaw cold and tingling for further attention.

With a warm and spirited smile, Applejack brought her thumb to her mouth and opened her lips, licking it off her finger easily. Rainbow swallowed as she tried to force the arousal from her mind, the lascivious lechery that boiled to the surface like the heat in her cheeks. It took every ounce of willpower not to tackle her off the seat and take her on the floor right then and there. Applejack's dimples emerged as her crooked smile melted over her features. Rainbow's would-be hard-on subsided as Applejack dropped her gaze and tipped her hat back, tucking her bangs behind her ear, though they didn't stay there.

“Hey, AJ?” Rainbow tilted her head as she stared at her best friend, whose adorably curious expression only helped prove her point. “Has anyone ever told you that, that you're like, really beautiful?”

“What's that now?” Applejack flinched at the compliment, an incredulous expression twisting her features.

“I don't mean like fake, dolled up pretty, no made-up movie star shit,” Rainbow waved her hand around like she didn't care for any of that, and her eyes settled back on the freckled girl whose hips were so close to hers they actually touched. “Like actually gorgeous. Anyone ever told you that?”

“Nah Rainbow, no one.” Applejack's eyes fell to her beer solemnly, but she cracked a small smile as she swished it around in the bottle. “Ah reckon that ain't changed, sounds t'me like that's th' beer takin' 'stead o' you.”

“...Man, you're right. Not about the beer talking thing, I always think you're hot as fuck. I mean, I really don't say that mushy crap enough.” Rainbow chewed on her lip as Applejack hid her face humbly. “I make a lot of jokes towards you, but you and I never really talk about that stuff seriously. Stuff like... love, and sex.”

“Do y'wanna talk 'bout that stuff?” Applejack wondered, her gaze creeping back to the girl who always seemed to command it.

“I don't know, maybe.” Rainbow Dash shrugged and continued with her beer, but the way she didn't direct the subject otherwise made Applejack aware that she really did want to talk about it, she was just too proud to ask.

Applejack pondered the topic: it was true, they never seriously talked about it. Rainbow was prone to blurt out obnoxious sexual comments, exclusively to Applejack it seemed, but that was the extent of it. For two girls who were the best of friends, they never really had crushes or conquests to speak of. Resolved to fix the issue, Applejack nodded firmly.

“Al’right. We can do that.” The topic seemed awkward and sensitive, but she pressed on. “So, um... when did you know that you were, uh...” Applejack cleared her throat to get the last two words out, “A... lesbian?”

“I prefer dyke, actually,” Rainbow Dash spoke easily about it, not bothered at all by any conventional insecurity.

“Y'seriously prefer it?” Applejack asked, her eyebrows raising.

“Yeah, it's got this edgy allure to it, you know?” Rainbow grinned and winked again at the girl beside her. “Like me.”

“Al'right, al'right,” Applejack chuckled and had to agree with the sentiment. She got back to the subject, though. “Well, when did y'know that y'liked girls, any who? Y'only told us all a few years ago. Ah mean, have y'ever, like, kissed one?”

Rainbow hurriedly brought the beer to her lips, stalling her inevitable answer. She didn't want Applejack to think she was inexperienced, everything about the captain screamed casual, and this should have been no different. However, Rainbow Dash had not been interested in that sort of thing, nor were other girls seemingly interested in her, and she had been so focused on her friendship with Applejack and her sports career and such that it never really came up. Besides, if she told Applejack the truth of her kiss virginity, it might make her more nervous about the touching and flirting between the two of them; she might figure out it actually meant something. As her large gulps concluded, Rainbow figured out that sometimes a lie was easier to say.

“Oh yeah, tons,” Rainbow Dash lied through her teeth.

“Ah see.” Applejack's face fell in what seemed like disappointment or hurt.

“What about you?” Rainbow Dash leaned over and elbowed her friend several times. “How many guys have you kissed, then?”

“Who, me? Oh, uh,” Applejack stammered and hid her face under her hat and the blush that graced her cheeks. “Ah guess none.”

“None?” Rainbow Dash was over the moon to hear that out loud at last. But she resisted the urge to cheer or squeal. Instead, she turned the attention onto sexuality as a whole, grinning madly and slapping Applejack on the back roughly. “Well then how the hell do you know that you're straight?”

“Ah... Well Ah dunno, Ah just s'pose that's that, y'know?” The bashful farmer forced a sheepish smile. She posed a similar question to her captain. “Did y'know you were gay b'fore y'kissed anyone?”

“Of course, long before actually. But that's different, Applejack,” Rainbow argued certainly, more than just sure of herself. She was adamant, and with gleaming, captivated eyes, she gazed at the girl beside her and spoke with such reverence it was like gospel. “I fell in love.”

“In love?” Applejack repeated the words, feeling them swell in her chest. She wasn't sure she wanted to know, but her mouth asked the question anyway. “W-with who?”

“Don't make me say it, AJ!” Rainbow's face lit up, an uncharacteristic fluster taking hold of her.

Applejack didn't know what she meant by that, but assumed it was just a secret she wasn't comfortable sharing. Finishing the last few mouthfuls of her beer to drown out the rest of her questions, Applejack tried to pay attention to what poorly written dance or trance song was blaring in the background. Feeling a hand gently land on her thigh, Applejack peered down to examine it. It clearly belonged to the girl beside her, who patted her twice in the same place before speaking.

“Here, come dance with me.” Rainbow Dash scooted back on the chair, scraping the ground loudly with it.

“Why?” Applejack resisted the girl pulling at her. “Ah done told you b'fore, Ah don't like dancin', this ain't my scene.”

“Me neither, but tell me,” Rainbow paused and smirked as she tilted her head. “Have you ever been dancing before?”

“Well, Ah guess that's a no too,” the farmer admitted, biting at her lip nervously.

“Then take my hand, cowgirl,” Rainbow's voice was too charming to resist, and Applejack did as she was told.

Applejack's hand found Rainbow's even in the dim lighting, and she allowed herself to be led away from the comfort of her seat. Though the music wasn't particularly slow, it was deep and lulling, and the bass reverberated in their bodies. Rainbow took Applejack's other hand in her own, guiding both of them up to her shoulders and placing them there. There was something of a height difference between them, but it was hardly noticeable at all when their eyes were locked. Looking up at the girl so near, Rainbow Dash let her hands fall onto the farmer's defined hips, noticing the thinness of her waist compared to her hard hip bones.

“This feels a little silly,” Applejack anxiously whispered, pouting her lips. "Ah ain't never done stuff like this."

“Are you afraid of what people will think?” Rainbow Dash asked curiously, tilting her head. “I doubt anyone is paying attention.”

“Ah ain't 'fraid'a nothin',” Applejack muttered flatly with a fake serious expression. “But Ah'm dancin' all close-like, and with a girl, ain't that odd?”

“Baby, everything about me is odd,” Rainbow grinned and pulled Applejack nearer by her hips, letting her fingers play around on them. “But you love me that way.”

Initially, Applejack glanced around nervously, afraid in case people were watching them. But her self-consciousness and uncertainty dissolved as Rainbow Dash leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. A tender smile graced Rainbow's face as she noticed Applejack step nearer without her influence. It felt very odd for them, being silent in each other's company like that, and sharing a moment so intimate. But somehow, it was peaceful and pleasant to just sway back and forth in the darkness. Applejack nudged ever closer, her nose brushing against Rainbow's as her arms slid further behind the girl's back.

Rainbow Dash's hands were for once willing to rest around Applejack, rather than wander for a feel or fondle as they were accustomed to doing. However, under the booming music and inside a warm cocoon of each other's arms, it seemed unlikely Applejack would have pulled away anyway. Rainbow swallowed as her chest pressed up against her other girl's, their quick heart beats running away from the rhythm of the music and eloping between them. The anticipation and desire was killing her, and she matched her words with the synchronized swaying of their meeting hips.

“So, are you still so against things you've never tried?” Rainbow's voice was husky and hushed, though it sailed over the annoyance of noise and tune. Applejack smiled from a mere inch away, her half-lidded eyes focused on the bright pink ones before her.

“You're changin' m'mind.” Applejack hummed, feeling some intense fire burning through her whole body.

The freckled girl stepped her trademark boot between Rainbow's feet, closing the distance in heated volition. Her eager lips pressed firmly against Rainbow's at last, a kiss so invited and welcomed blooming from their mouths. It was sudden and longing, passionate and curious, yet neither of the two were surprised by it at all. The position changed as their lips moved between them, plush ruby edges sliding against each other and noticing every moist curve. Forget any trace of alcohol, this contact fluttered in their stomachs and left them light-headed.

As her arms slid fully around Rainbow's neck, Applejack breathlessly sighed a whimsical hum. Their mouths opened and closed on each other again, and their bodies melted together at chest, at hip, at leg. Applejack's fingers combed into the hair on the back of Rainbow Dash's neck, holding them together just those few blissful instances more.

They barely managed to pull themselves apart, their lips still so close they tickled each other with breaths and fantasy revisits. Their eyes opened slowly and met, dim lights gleaming off bright coloured irises and igniting the fire between them once more. Applejack smiled and nibbled at her singing lips, not quite sure how to explain herself to the girl in her arms. Not that Rainbow needed an explanation, the act itself was more than enough, and it thrilled her to no end. Clearing her throat and avoiding Rainbow Dash's excited eyes, Applejack opened her mouth to speak.

“Ah-Ah ain't never kissed a girl before,” she admitted as if it was a secret.

Rainbow Dash broke into a wide and sheepish grin, confessing something herself, “Me neither.”

“What?!” Applejack pulled back a bit, her surprised eyes widening. She gulped as the weight of her actions seemed to increase. “But, but y'said—!”

“I know. I lied,” Rainbow simply and playfully mused, taking Applejack closer by her waist and murmuring right up against her tasty lips. “Now shut up already, I was enjoying that.”

Rainbow Dash was the one to initiate their kiss that time, her lips crashing into Applejack's much more furiously. Despite her anxiety and nervousness, Applejack permitted Rainbow's tongue to go so far as to even invade her mouth. Inside the ovular confines of their mouths, tongues vigorously clashed and tangled, mirrored by grasping hands and looping arms.

Applejack's eyebrows dropped worriedly over her closed eyes as she remembered her senses, and she tried to push the girl away. She struggled against the aggression frantically, terrified by the consequences and the concupiscence that stirred within her. Rainbow was resilient and diligent though, and her fingers dropped right into Applejack's jeans, playing with the hem of her undergarments. Applejack tried to vocalize her protests, but they were stifled by Rainbow's mouth. At last, her strong arms managed to make space between the two of them, and their wet lips parted.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow it down there partner.” Applejack pried Rainbow's hands off herself clumsily, stepping back and holding her own hands up between them. “We're friends—best friends, tha's all. Your, uh, your constant jokes an' touches, they jus' got me all confused an', an' riled up an' such.”

“Nope,” Rainbow denied certainly, shaking her head once and stunning Applejack with her bluntness. “Admit it. You're totally into me, and hey, if you want, we can pursue just how far into me you can go.”

“A-Ah don't think so,” Applejack's voice faltered a bit as she stepped farther away, her eyes nervous and concerned.

“Don't think so? That doesn't sound very convincing, babe.” Rainbow followed her easily, her gleaming pink eyes attaching themselves to Applejack's anticipatory gaze. “I can feel it between us just like you can, this, this heated, sexual tension. I know you're just getting used to expressing it, and the struggle is half the fun, right?”

“Ah dunno if Ah like where this is goin',” Applejack murmured as she looked around, feeling behind her for something to place between them to stop this tantalizing attraction.

“Oh, you will,” Rainbow cocked her head and grinned, adoring the familiar uncertain expression Applejack adorned. “Come on, AJ, if you didn't want it, you would have pushed me away a long time ago; hell, you wouldn't have been the one to kiss me. But here we are.”

Rainbow spoke against Applejack's skin, moving nearer with each syllable. Her words fell against Applejack's neck, her breath sliding down Applejack's shirt and nestling between her breasts. With a forlorn whimper, Applejack passively let Rainbow's hands dust her shoulders and spine. Rainbow's fingers traced one side of Applejack's neck as she lightly kissed her, feeling the farmer swallowing her inherent protests for the satisfaction of pleasure. She pulled back to judge Applejack's reaction, smiling wider as she felt the girl's tentative hands on her own body.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Rainbow asked easily, brushing Applejack's hair over her shoulder and pressing their lower regions closer, their buttons and hips nearing.

This was different than the usual joking, this was very, very real. Applejack was so overwhelmed in fact that she just stood there staring, with her mouth hanging agape and her heart rate increasing with each passing second. It felt entirely serious when no one else was watching, when it didn't feel like just an act, when Applejack hesitated in pushing her away. The farmer's eyes widened as she felt Rainbow's hand slip lower, her intent gaze holding Applejack still. Rainbow's hand gripped at Applejack's belt buckle, firmly taking it and yanking the girl closer. Their lips met once more, and it was stuffed right up with desire.

Applejack briefly and passionately returned it, captivated by the act so completely she could hardly restrain herself. But at last, she found her moderation and her chastity, and knew what was best. She did not, however, know the best way to stop it. Too taken with Rainbow to summon the will to merely push her away or ask her to stop, she responded violently with a hard slap across the face. Rainbow Dash immediately ceased her actions and took a step back, holding her stinging cheek with a look of shock across her face.

“S-sorry, Ah'm so sorry,” Applejack forced much effort into resisting the urge to kiss the wound better, her mind just set on their lips more than ever before. She shook her head furiously and hid her eyes behind her hand. “Ah just, Ah need to get outta here, for a while,” she swallowed as her voice began to crack, her heart banging at her chest as she imagined Rainbow Dash following her to a more private location. “Ah'll be upstairs—alone, in the guest room. Alone.”

Rainbow Dash was completely stunned silent as Applejack rushed past her, still unable to look her in the eyes. She turned to watch the girl retreat, and her hand dropped back to her side. She wasn't angry or anything, even though it was common of her to be, as she knew she deserved such a hit for pushing her friend like that. Sighing slowly, she stared at the hallway that Applejack had darted down, wishing she would come back.

There was a harsh emptiness that Rainbow felt, and the frown on her face seemed to have been carved in. It wasn't like she expected anything else, Applejack always swatted away her advances whether she did actually like them or not. But she could not stop thinking about the kisses they had shared, and her lips tingled to remember the way Applejack had kissed her right back. And further, something was bothering her about the way Applejack spoke.

Hanging her head a bit and feeling utterly alone in the room full of cheery party-goers, Rainbow furrowed her brow and glared at her feet. Alone. Applejack had repeated that word over and over right before she left, and something about the way she said it sounded sad or pleading. Rainbow knew where Applejack was now, probably pacing around the guest room. That's right, Applejack had told Rainbow where she could find her, and told her that she would be alone. All alone.

Suddenly, Rainbow Dash realized that those words did not sound much like a warning or something to keep her away, it sounded more like an invitation.

Her feet carried her before she consciously allowed it, breaking into a sprint down the hallway and up the stairs. She had not spent much time in Rarity's boutique, but from what little she knew, she could navigate her way to the guest room. There was a chain and sign warning people to stay out on the way up the stairs, but Rainbow leapt over it without any trouble at all. She paused in front of the second guest room, the first being Sweetie Belle’s, her heart racing with adrenaline and anticipation. This time, she would find out for certain how Applejack felt. She would let Applejack know just how she felt.

Her hand touched the doorknob, and with a quiet turn, she realized that it was unlocked. Which was strange, considering the door did appear to lock, and Applejack had appeared to have wanted to keep anyone out. Rainbow swallowed her nerves and replaced them with determination, with lust and with courage, stepping into the doorway. Rainbow Dash pushed the creaky door open, slowly. Right across the empty room from her... was Applejack. She just sat there in this armchair, staring at the door almost expectantly. There was something in her gaze that Rainbow Dash could not define, some alluring intense look that drew her nearer. Rainbow Dash closed the door by leaning against it, and without turning around, she locked it behind her back.

Unbridled, the football captain came across the room slowly, her eyes locked firmly on Applejack's, her steps quiet yet earnest. She stopped right in front of the farmer, the two of them dwelling in the silence as their expressions did the talking. Too excited to stop herself, Rainbow Dash moved forwards once more.

Applejack squeezed at the armrests nervously as her friend climbed onto the chair, pressing her pale fingers into the headrest. Feeling the uneasiness rise from her stomach into her throat, Applejack shifted in the chair, hearing the leather whine and groan under her similarly responsive body. Rainbow Dash's knees came around her own, one by one, and moved up until she was straddling the apprehensive quarterback. Their warm laps met between them in the seat, and Rainbow Dash's hands dropped onto her friend's tense shoulders.

“Dash,” Applejack warned dangerously, her eyebrows low and serious on top of her narrowed yet curious gaze. Her friend's hands trailed lower, drawing wrinkles into the blouse on her arms until she found those still gripping, rough hands.

Under the inquisitive stare of her best friend, Rainbow Dash pried her stiff hands off the leather chair, noticing the indentations of her fingers in the fabric as they lingered before reshaping. The rainbow-haired jock held Applejack's shaking and hot hands, slowly guiding them onto her own body, sliding them down until they were positioned right on the curvature of her waist. Applejack swallowed and did her best to keep her erratic heart from pounding hard enough to hear, slowing her breathing as Rainbow Dash's hands left her own to freely wander, if so they pleased.

Resting one hand onto Applejack's highest stomach muscle, the nearest that was to her chest, Rainbow Dash leaned closer and slipped her remaining free fingers across the freckled cheeks of her best friend. Applejack's eyes grew wide with fear or uncertainty as Rainbow Dash moved closer, and she pushed her back harder against the permissive plush of the cushions around her. Her cowboy hat tipped back at the rear brim was pressed into the chair, and it lifted off her head a bit.

Her fingers dribbled and drummed over Rainbow Dash's waist, noticing the strength of her own body though it was contained in such a slender package. The heat between their thighs was unbearably tantalizing, and some reckless edge of Applejack pleaded for it to continue. As Rainbow Dash's lips neared hers, she flinched, feeling the very real rounds of her breasts brushing against her own. Her body went cold to realize the seriousness and reality of the situation: her female best friend was coming onto her; hard. And what was worse, she was allowing it. Even enjoying it.

“W-What're y'doin'?” Applejack groaned again, letting words escape her in a husky and breathless voice.

Rainbow Dash's lips pressed against Applejack's, a forceful and furious rebellion Applejack's only defence. The farmer's cowboy boots abraded the carpet beneath her, and her now terribly distracted mind found it difficult to determine how to escape, if that was truly what she wanted at all. Again, Applejack squeezed her eyes shut and whined against the pressure applied to her lap, the seduced moan allowing Rainbow Dash access to the hot space between her lips. Rainbow Dash's tongue tussled with her own, though she could not consciously banter with it vocally or physically at that moment. Her hands came around to the football captain's back, her shoulder blades defined and raised due to her commanding position. Though Applejack's trembling fingers first paused to touch or trace the lines of Rainbow Dash's body, her fingers dug against her shirt and squeezed as if to pull her off, or as if to make it seem so.

As another repressed growl escaped Applejack's throat, Rainbow Dash removed her meddlesome tongue and tasted the farmer inside her own mouth. Allowing the breathless girl beneath her to gasp fresh air once more, Rainbow Dash leaned closer and kissed the side of her jaw, nuzzling her limp head a fraction to the side.

“You like that, AJ?” Rainbow Dash pruriently whispered her hot breath against her friend's ear, feeling the resistance give way for a mere fraction of a second before it was forced back.

“A-Ah, Ah just,” Applejack tried her best to summon a coherent sentence, but all that seemed to escape was stammered syllables in her now flustered accented voice.

“Mhmm?” The football captain pushed harder against her to summon a reaction or response, which was another throaty moan from the farmer's parted lips. “Is that a yes?”

Rainbow Dash lowered herself against Applejack, shifting her position and sliding her own leg between those of the girl in the chair. While her freckled friend was lost in ecstasy, the rainbow-haired girl pressed her lips close against her neck, letting her tongue emerge and touch tickled flesh. Defying Applejack's squirms and whimpers, Rainbow Dash slid her tongue teasingly slowly along the run of her neck, leaving a slick, wet line of saliva in its wake. Applejack leaned her head back as if to pull away, but doing so only permitted her friend's invasive tongue to travel longer across her shivering skin. The cool air breezed along Applejack's now damp throat and gave her a ripe shiver, which did not go unnoticed by the now grinning girl who loomed near above.

Applejack's palms spread submissively wider and allowed Rainbow's hands slipped into hers, mutually mingling with the sensitive lines and spaces, soothing her calloused skin. Their lips were together again, and the kissing was fervent and brash, commanding and forceful. Rainbow Dash only pulled back to bite at the farmer's plump lips, holding the lower one between her teeth and sucking at it until her delighted hum seemed too pleased to be fun to tease. Feeling the girl beneath her relinquish most of her defiance and inhibitions, the football captain eased up on the harassment, only to replace it with ravishment.

Rainbow Dash's fingers set to work examining the toned body of a girl she had long since admired, her adventurous touching folding and wrinkling the malicious clothes that kept her from the satisfaction of skin on skin. Applejack's body raised in response to the sensations, and another grateful sigh breached moist and throbbing lips, allowing their tongues to touch once more and coat each other with sweet savoury flavour. Rainbow Dash sat upright over her friend, breathing hard as their saliva hung wet on their lips.

“Still going to play hard to get?” Rainbow Dash murmured through a cocky smirk, noticing the lascivious lust spreading through Applejack's gaze.

Instead of a cognitive response, Applejack threw her arms around Rainbow Dash's neck, pulling her back into a passionate and violent kiss. Rainbow Dash's hands hit the back of the couch, feeling the hard leather grinding between her fingers as she tried to keep her balance through the demanding needs of the girl below her. She did not need any more affirmation than that, and greedily began coating her fingers with the inside fabrics of her best friend's clothes, burying her fingers between buttons and under untucked shirt tails.

Applejack forced her up onto her knees and hungrily furthered the kiss, grabbing Rainbow Dash's jaw and forcing it open to permit her own tongue-twisting tussle. Her rushed and rash hands snatched the collar of Rainbow's letterman jacket, dragging it over her shoulders and ripping it off her arms, tossing the meaningless thing in a heap on the floor. Feeling rather outdone and driven by her sudden upright position, Rainbow Dash finished the transition by clambering to her feet and tugging the surprised farm girl after her.

They trod and turned in the frantic and amorous exchange, grabbing at each other and squeezing like the rest of the world threatened to pry them apart. Rainbow Dash hummed and snickered against the conquered girl melting in her hands, loving each degree of her skin, each round of her lips and dip of her body clashing between the two of them. Her devilish influence was inescapable, and Applejack willingly gave in to her ambitions.

Rainbow Dash slammed Applejack's back against the wall, the accompanying thud loud enough to rattle and shift the pictures along the walls. Applejack hissed in pain but did not make to protest, allowing the continuing brutality to squeeze her young bones against her friend's. Buttons fell apart around her before Applejack even noticed, and her blouse sprung open to reveal her only partially covered chest, hidden beneath a bra and flimsy tank top.

Kisses replaced and outdid the warmth of fabric as Rainbow Dash pressed against the freckled farmer at her fingertips; kissing, licking and biting at every familiar or new turn and touch she could find. Applejack huffed and heaved as her chest rose against the assertive antagonism, loving the rowdy conflict that burned their bodies together. Before she could get comfortable against the wall, the enthralled jock ripped her from its comfort and yanked her over to the bed.

The farmer was winded as she landed on the firm mattress, the weight of Rainbow Dash knocking the air clean from her lungs as she pressed her back into the covers. Grabbing and tugging at the blanket to give her enough grip to move further onto it, Applejack crawled backwards until the both of them managed to fit onto the bed. Of course, through their aggressive stirs and strips they nearly fell off two or three times before they got the sense of the sheet-covered boundaries.

With two soft sounds of objects colliding with carpet, Rainbow Dash's shoes hit the floor after being mercilessly kicked off by her own earnest will. Despite the trouble of doing so, she even managed to peel her socks off while still keeping the upper hand with her partner. Rainbow Dash held Applejack against the bed with nothing but a firm hand and a daringly desiring gaze, dipping nearer again to experience the flavour of now reddened lips.

Applejack's hands ran through her aggressor's hair, mixing the various colours between her fingers which all seemed so much brighter from within her reach. The captain's tumultuous digits danced over the freshly conquered body of her most intimate of rivals, frantically memorizing every sensation as if it was all too glorious to hold for long. The normally competitive farm girl was more than thrilled to surrender, though her worrisome and rational mind made several troublesome protests to save her friendship or her innocence.

The feverish collision was dragged across the bed by arguing limbs, each incited to feel all those secretive angles left out of the limits of usual comradery. Between hefty breaths and stifled groans, Rainbow Dash sat upright at a shortage of breath, straddling the huffing farmer. Rainbow's eyes affixed themselves on her friend's chest, which rose and fell between them and begged for acknowledgement.

Grasping at the front of Applejack's thin shirt, Rainbow Dash squeezed the fabric until it tightened over her knuckles, capturing the attention of her prey. Provoking the hands of Applejack to reach up and take hold of her own hardened grip, Rainbow Dash lifted her friend barely off the bed, the football captain's slender body aching for more. A salacious and mischievous grin crawled across her cheeks, made all the more excitingly terrifying by widened eyes, captivated by arousal and set only on Applejack. The flustered farmer gawked in awe at the devoted and focused expression of her friend, identifying the same need that boiled up in herself to be ever nearer.

Baring her teeth aggressively, Rainbow Dash leaned back down and shifted her weight on Applejack. She violently pulled and pried at the thin shirt, wishing to just eat it off of her friend's elusive chest if so she needed to do. Rainbow Dash's mouth touched Applejack's chest and she bit at the hem of her shirt, tearing it just enough to allow her vicious hands to rip the rest of it asunder all the way down Applejack's body.

“Dammit, Rainbow!” Applejack yelped in a quiet hiss as she shielded herself, feeling utterly vulnerable under her lecherous stare. “Was that necessary?!”

“Don't act like you don't like it,” Rainbow Dash murmured into Applejack's freckles as she pressed her lips against the smooth skin of her chest, her shoulders arching above her.

Rainbow Dash ripped Applejack's modest hands off her sizeable chest and began mercilessly fondling, immediately slipping her small hands under the bra and squeezing the plush rounds. Applejack huffed in shock but said no protest, letting her chest rise and fall, holding Rainbow's hands in place with the tightness of her bra. Her adept fingers easily found Applejack's rising nibbles, and she pinched at them hard while her open palms caressed her breasts. Another stifled groan rang out, but Applejack tried to hold it in by grabbing at the girl on top of her.

Feeling restrained by the bra, Rainbow Dash shoved it up over Applejack's breasts, revealing the sight to her mesmerizing gaze. Her fingers dragged roughly along the flesh of the girl beneath her, and her mouth found its way all over her chest. Rainbow Dash grinned greedily at the way her supple bosoms bounced agreeably with each shove and release. Pressing herself against the farmer, the rainbow-haired girl trembled just to imagine how far she wanted to go.

“You make me so fucking hot,” Rainbow moaned as she viciously squeezed and gnawed at the closest parts, before shoving herself into sitting upright and clumsily grabbing at her shirt.

Applejack stared in awe as Rainbow pulled her shirt over her head, her thin stomach seeming all the more delectable as her bra peeked out at last. But she did not stop there. Without bothering to reach back and undo it, she tugged her bra over her head and flung it in some random direction, exposing herself to the curious and intrigued farmer between her legs. While she was otherwise occupied, Applejack hurriedly pulled the remnants of her own top off, undoing her bra and sending it to oblivion with Rainbow's.

They clashed in the middle once more, hands and mouths pressing against anything within reach, unrestricted and unstoppable. Their heated skin met all along their chests and midsections, pressing body against body to feel each curve for certain. The world around them seemed to spin as they rolled back and forth over the bed, too preoccupied with their endeavours to notice much who was on top of whom.

Applejack felt her back press into the folds of covers again, only to whimper pleadingly as Rainbow Dash pulled back the littlest bit. Rainbow peered down at their entangled legs, finding the sight interesting enough to touch. While holding herself up with her left hand on Applejack's breast and her lips closed around her nipple, she slid her hand down the strong body of her friend. It did not take but a few seconds to negotiate her fingers under the defiant belt and into her jeans, though she was blocked from her target by the grip of the belt and the thin fabric of her underwear.

Instinctively struggling against the invasion, Applejack found herself incapable of pulling Rainbow's hand out of where it seemed to belong. Rainbow Dash fed the nipple between her teeth as she licked and sucked at the plush beasts at her disposal, treating it with gluttonous reverence and adoration. Snickering at the whines and huffs Applejack made in her defence, Rainbow Dash incessantly stroked and spread her fingers along lines and curves she wanted to memorize.

“AJ, I love your tight pants, but do you mind if I make a little room?” Rainbow Dash murmured into her hot flesh as she slipped lower down Applejack's body, leaving invisible kisses and licks most of the way down.

“Room for what?” Applejack asked breathlessly as Rainbow Dash's other hand made its way to her pants, undoing her belt and flinging it astray, only to follow after with the metallic button.

“This,” Rainbow revealed with action rather than explanation, unzipping the zipper with the back of her wrist as she pressed her hand farther between the farmer's legs.

A moan rose from Applejack's throat before she could contain it, summoned by the enthralling pleasure that came from something so simple as a foreign finger or two. Her body responded quickly to the instrumental playings of Rainbow Dash, who was galvanized by the vocal musings made all the more endearing through Applejack's adorable accent, which prevailed in her groans. Rainbow Dash dipped her fingers in deeper, tilting her head at the reaction she got as her other fingers spread the girl below her farther apart.

It was so wet down there that Rainbow Dash could not stand the thought of losing a drop to the absorption of fabric, and heedlessly began tugging the jeans off of the farmer. She grabbed both the pants and the underwear, sliding it roughly down her legs until Applejack herself reached down and folded her hands over her most private of areas, holding her pants barely over the spot. Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow and displayed a promiscuously crooked smile, pursing her lips as she thought up something to say.

“What, are you shy?” She asked curiously, snickering at the prospect.

“No!” Applejack denied furiously, though her movements betrayed such a statement. “Ah'm just cold.”

“Oh, I'll keep you warm,” Rainbow Dash promised as she broke the fabric out of Applejack's hands, pulling it down further as her eyes flickered up menacingly. Applejack grunted anxiously as she reached down to undo her boots to make it easier to pull of her jeans, but Rainbow Dash stopped her. “No, leave those on. I like them.”

Applejack accepted her wishes and pulled one leg out of the jeans, letting Rainbow pull them down her other leg and leave them half hanging on to the boot. Rainbow Dash was far too focused on her goal to care what became of the jeans, but Applejack merely kicked her foot and let them fall off. Rainbow's pants came down around her ankles, and she violently and clumsily knocked them off bit by bit. Lunging back at the lips of the girl beneath her, Rainbow Dash heard herself moan erotically as their legs entwined much more freely.

Reaching heedlessly and without permission between their legs, Rainbow Dash positioned her hand against Applejack's still very wet sex. She loved feeling it on her fingers, so much so that she began to coat her hand with the still seeping moisture from fingertip to palm. Her furious and curious motions stimulated constant sighs and songs from Applejack, who was more than happy to mirror the motions of Rainbow's fingers with her tongue, licking and kissing her captain devotedly.

Though reluctantly, Rainbow Dash pulled away from Applejack in hopes of tasting ever so much more of her. The farmer's eyes opened slowly and fluttered ecstatically as Rainbow again sat upright on top of her. As she moved her invasive fingers, their loins met once more and brought satisfaction to both parties. Applejack watched attentively as Rainbow brought her hand to her mouth, which opened to reveal the tongue that Applejack had gotten to know so well as of late.

Rainbow Dash had no trouble, in fact she was ecstatic, with pressing her now wet fingers against her lips, opening her whole hand against her face. She hummed lovingly as she lapped at the smooth liquid, sucking at her fingers and looping her tongue between them. No longer able to resist, Applejack sat up and joined in, wrapping her agile tongue around Rainbow's fingers and taking one or two into her mouth. Their now wet lips met and flirted between dripping fingers, slick lines of saliva or other moistures spreading nearly invisible lines between them as they came apart and together again and again.

Though the flavour proved to be an aphrodisiac, their lips found each other more satisfying and their kissing returned more furious than ever. Rainbow's still wet hand dropped onto Applejack's chest, slipping down and leaving a cool, glimmering print against her skin. Teeth, lips, skin and tongues collided intermittently as they laid back down on the bed, Rainbow Dash forcing Applejack to remain on her back.

Without warning, Rainbow Dash slipped inside Applejack again, drawing a pleasing moan out of the young farmer's usually smooth and low voice. Their hot breathing mingled and danced between them and grew steadily more rapid as Rainbow worked harder and harder to achieve the desired effect. Applejack bit back more aggressive groans and arched her back on the bed, permitting Rainbow Dash to slip an arm underneath her midsection and rise her lightly freckled stomach to her lips. Kissing the warm, silky skin, Rainbow felt Applejack's twitching body in her arms.

Applying pressure to her clitoris, Rainbow Dash increased the volume of Applejack's erratic shouts, though the modest farmer stifled them with shaky hands and pillow corners. Rainbow nibbled at her subject's hips and navel, but found it difficult to focus as a dull, steady beat could be heard through the wall. With a monotonous hum, Rainbow pulled back slightly and listened more carefully, still hearing the annoying pounding. Applejack peered down pleadingly, but blinked as she heard the same odd noise.

It was a continuous thudding, like something was hitting the wall behind them over and over again. Rainbow Dash growled suddenly and sat up, knocking Applejack into a much less comfortable position as she did. She slammed her fist against the wall three times, knocking loudly towards the direction of the noise. Applejack's eyes went wide as her friend opened her mouth, and she was too slow with telling her to be quiet.

“Hey!” Rainbow barked angrily, knocking again and again until the other noise paused. “Enough with the banging! I'm trying to get my own rhythm going here!”

“Rainbow!” Applejack squeaked in a hush quite bashfully as her face went bright red.

“With that settled,” Rainbow Dash dropped back onto Applejack and yanked her down the bed another foot or so, surprising the already baffled girl enough to make her squirm.

“Ack! Rainbow what're y'doin'?!” Applejack gasped and kicked a bit as she lost her balance.

The covers slipped out from underneath Applejack at once, and Rainbow Dash hadn't even noticed how close they were to the edge of the bed until they were falling right off of it. They hit the ground clumsily as the remaining blankets fell over them, only to be knocked away. Rainbow Dash perked up as the corner of some fold hung over half of her face, slightly obstructing the view of Applejack pressed up awkwardly against the nightstand. She shook her head and let it fall behind her, keeping her cool the whole while.

“Now, where was I?” As she shimmied further and further between Applejack's legs, her smile grew wider. “Oh, I remember. I was right... about...” she paused for dramatic effect, her daringly enticing eyes flickering up to the anxious expression of her friend. “Here.”

Rainbow Dash fondly licked along Applejack's ripe slit, taunting her with the slow and precise muscle. An uncontrollably aroused moan escaped Applejack before she consciously could silence herself. Her hands gripped her blonde hair harshly, trying to express herself in a less vocal and potentially incriminating manner. As Rainbow Dash's tongue twirled around her most sensitive parts, Applejack found herself utterly intent on feeling every turn and twist. It drove her mad, not just the sensations she experienced, but that those very captivating movements against her most intimate of areas could only be attributed to Rainbow Dash. Feeling her best friend finally taking responsibility for all those dirty, flirtatious words sent her reeling.

Applejack actually had to look down to be certain of what Rainbow was doing to her, the feelings all so foreign and strange, yet pleasing nonetheless. Her half-lidded eyes stared adoringly into the eyes of the girl between her legs, who could not get enough of watching Applejack squirm. To keep her from bucking her too hard while she worked, Rainbow slipped an arm under her thigh and reached around, picking one leg up onto her shoulder and holding it there with her arm. Applejack’s hard leather boot scraped against her back, but the mild pain actually aroused her even more.

Raising her head up just a mere inch or so, Rainbow Dash moved her free hand to her lips, letting her tongue trace it before taking a finger or two fully into her mouth. Applejack watched on, hypnotized by the confident strokes painted over her. Applejack's breath was halted as the invasive pressure was reapplied inside of her, and deep. Curiously, Rainbow drove in and out, turning and curling to reach the farthest ends and the most stimulating ridges or rounds. As a means to expose the shy nub, Rainbow gently sucked on the girl's clitoris, even doing so far as to greet it with her teeth.

The taste was so gloriously Applejack's that Rainbow Dash could not dream of getting enough, and proceeded to lick along her fingers each time they emerged. She lapped at the few drops that slid down into her palm from the way she had it turned upwards, and she creased it as her thumb moved to replace the work her tongue had been performing on her clitoris. Rainbow's hard and constant work had made Applejack shift more upright against the bedside table, which was still at her back since they had fallen to the ground. Against her tongue and her fingers, Rainbow Dash could feel some brimming completion she had been striving for, and it drove her on.

Humming and musing her satisfaction, Applejack reached down and ran her hand over Rainbow's head, her fingers gliding through the girl's hair. Rainbow Dash paused in the duties of her lips to meet her loving and grateful gaze, something that struck her to see. Applejack's hand slipped over her heated, smooth cheek and tingled sensually, running down her neck so very carefully it felt like nothing less than dedication and fidelity. Invigorated by the expression, Rainbow jumped up abruptly and kissed the girl, lodging her fingers deeper inside with the force of her movements.

Against the back of her hand, Rainbow's own sex ground up to the intercourse, her knuckles pressing hard between sensitive regions with each flick and dip. Applejack took hold of Rainbow by her delicately pale cheeks and neck, her palms spreading over her visage and throat as the kiss deepened between them. With an amorous sigh, Applejack leaned against her lover, allowing the smaller girl to wrap her free arm behind her and keep her ever closer. Rainbow squeezed the object of all her covetous desire, their breasts and stomachs pressing together like forcing two perfect puzzle pieces together.

A greater flow of liquids was exchanged between them that was not rudely remarked upon, just enjoyed and shared. Rainbow continued passionately kissing the freckled girl she embraced and ravaged, long past a time she could have easily stopped. Applejack's now trembling hands rounded Rainbow's thin waist and danced over the grinding of her hips. It was rough and unrefined, unrestrained and furious, but it was love, and they loved it like that.

Despite filling the evening with kisses and fondles, Applejack could not seem to get quite enough of the girl she had finally succumbed to, even long after they had stopped. She stared at her lover carefully, brushing her hair behind her ear and trailing her fingers down the girl's pale body. The hours were lost now, the daylights forgotten and the troubles defeated, spent between bodies and souls.

Rainbow Dash opened her eyes again and looked at Applejack, shifting against the bed they had since returned to. The two had been silent for some time, yet voices seemed quiet after their earlier deeds. She could feel sensations still lulling her as Applejack's fingers took the liberty of adventuring and memorizing each intimate turn of Rainbow's form. The touches seduced a question from the football captain, whose voice was raspy and never hushed.

“What are you doing, AJ?” Rainbow Dash asked with an amused laugh, watching Applejack's hands peruse her body intently.

“Feelin' you,” Applejack mused pleasantly, quite taken with the now familiar body of her best friend. Her eyes widened suddenly and she sat up, recoiling her hands self-consciously. “Wait, is that not okay? Am Ah allowed t'do that?”

“Of course you're allowed! I was enjoying it.” Rainbow Dash guffawed at Applejack's awkwardness, grabbing her hands and placing them back where they had been. “I know what this is, Applejack. I'm okay with just staying friends, I know that you can't just suddenly turn gay or whatever. But that doesn't mean you can't touch me if you want.”

“Do y'think I feel like that?” Applejack asked curiously, noticing the pain in her friend's voice though she was desperate to hide it. “Honey, Ah don't jus' sleep with anyone. Ah jus' don't really know much 'bout casual stuff, an' all you prob'ly wanted was a screw, so—”

“Fuck that!” Rainbow grabbed Applejack's hands again and stared right into her eyes. “Applejack, I don't want a fling. I want to be with you. I just don't want you to pretend you like me just because we fucked.”

“Pretend t'like you? Shut yer little vixen mouth,” Applejack growled as she squeezed Rainbow's hands. “Ah ain't here for a fling neither. Ah like you just fine—more than fine, Ah like you lots. Shoot Rainbow, Ah was th' one who kissed you, r'member?”

“So, like,” Rainbow started as she tried in vain fight back the grin that threatened her face. She cleared her throat to try and sound more serious or prepared. “You want to go out with me?”

“Ain't you s'pose t'ask that b'fore we go t'bed together?” Applejack chuckled a bit before responding. “Yea', Ah wanna go out with you.”

“Awesome,” Rainbow Dash could not think of anything better to say.

She let out a comfortable sigh and turned onto her back, exposing herself to the curious eyes of Applejack. Rainbow Dash looked up at her lover admiringly, her smile playing on her lips interminably. Applejack met her gaze, and the two laid in easy silence for a few more seconds, marked with particularly adoring expressions. Rainbow broke into a grin and tipped her head back in reverence, remembering everything that had transpired between them.

“Man, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.” Rainbow Dash hummed with a healthy glow in her cheeks, which had almost started to hurt from all the smiling she had been doing.

“Glad y'admit it,” Applejack teased playfully, leaning over and kissing her right on the lips.

Rainbow gladly returned it, pressing her body against the farmer and entwining her fingers into her lightly tangled golden locks. It was gloriously satisfying, just being able to kiss each other so freely as they did, after all that push and pull, all that tension and yearning. As they drew apart, a more mischievous smirk returned to Rainbow's face.

“So, you want to go again?” she suggested with a wink, not even feeling the need to find a clever way to phrase it.

“Already? What's that, th' third time?” Applejack made a face and chuckled a bit, ruffling Rainbow's hair fondly. “You're a manic, y'know that?”

“Is that a no?” Rainbow asked slowly, her eyebrow raising in mild disbelief.

Applejack pursed her lips and pondered her answer. Finding no way to possibly turn it down, she simply responded, “Not exactly.”

The two giggled as they fell into each other's arms once more, their bodies rolling over the messy bed and tangling in the sheets. Lips were together again, and hands knew better now the best spots to tease and taunt. Applejack yelped once or twice as Rainbow Dash greedily bit at her and sucked on her skin, her agile fingers already well on their way to their destination. Rainbow proceeded to lick at the crook of Applejack's neck, turning her head to face the distant and dark window, which was frosted on the outside and steamed on the inside. A drop or two slipped down the transparent surface as the two changed positions and their laughter turned to erotic sighs.

Glancing down at her phone and watching the colon blink between the hours and moments, Rainbow Dash noticed the time was just about 9:00pm. She was late, as usual, but she didn't really care. It was just a silly birthday party anyway, Rarity wouldn't hold it against her certainly. Besides, she already knew that Applejack was there waiting for her, she always was. Rainbow cleared her throat and the dumb, lovestruck smile off of her face, tapping her foot as if she was annoyed.

She swayed a bit on the step boredly as she waited for an answer, but made no move to knock again just yet; the last one had been loud enough for sure. It was somewhat cold out, even since she had dipped her hands into her letterman jacket and pressed it against herself. At last, the door opened, revealing a very formally dressed Rarity. Rainbow caught the chortle before it breached her lips, trying to put on a more respectful face. She couldn't resist teasing the girl, though.

"Shit, was this a costume party?" Rainbow said in a cheeky tone.

"Pleasure to see you too, Rainbow Dash." Rarity resisted to urge to roll her eyes, and Rainbow didn't even notice.

"Happy birthday, you skank," Rainbow Dash barged into the door and slammed her hand onto Rarity's shoulder twice, causing her to flinch. Squinting into the dimly lit room eagerly, she went on, "You seen my girl around?"

"I'm not really certain if I should respond to that title, but Applejack is in the far corner. By the," Rarity bit back her urge to say something rude about the way several of Rainbow's team mates had brought in their own poisons, and settled for a vague word instead. "Beverages."

"Athankya," Rainbow Dash slipped around Rarity and faked a more refined accent, to which Rarity actually rolled her eyes.

Rarity sighed as she closed the door behind the girl, taking a slow breath before turning back around to face her so-called birthday party. It was nothing like she had planned, certainly, and she felt rather alone and disappointed by it all. She leaned against her front door, looking out at the bunch of familiar faces, acquaintances or better known, who had better things to do than pay attention to her on such a special day at this.

High-pitched giggling followed by weight on her shoulder caused Rarity to glance to the right to see Pinkie Pie squeezing her arm. Pinkie attempted to speak before she almost fell over, causing Rarity to use both her arms to support the seemingly dazed girl.

“Oh my, Pinkie Pie, are you alright?” Rarity asked, guiding herl away from the door before setting the party girl atop a small stool.

“Hehe, I’m fi—” A hiccup. “—ne, hahaha!”

Pinkie leaned her head against the wall and Rarity knelt down beside her. Leaning in, Rarity gently opened up Pinkie’s mouth and took a sniff, regardless of how it disgusted her. Much to her suspicions, she retched back, realizing what was going on.

“Pinkie Pie, where did you get alcohol!?” Rarity asked, immediately glancing around the room. “Rainbow Dash!? But, she was only here briefly… Was it those Dumbbells!? I swear, those boys will be—”

Pinkie’s arms wrapped around Rarity’s neck, engulfing her in a choking hug. Rarity lost her balance and immediately fell on Pinkie. The weight of the two caused the stool to slide forward, tumbling the both of them onto the ground. Rarity groaned as Pinkie Pie started giggling immediately, hiccuping as she did. Rarity’s groaning was replaced with worry as she realized in their current position, she inadvertently had her rear raised in the air in her very short skirt. She pushed herself to her feet, briefly forgetting about Pinkie Pie as she spun around, glancing at the crowd. For once on her birthday, she was glad nobody’s focus was on her, yet she still attracted the attention of two boys. She sighed in relief as she saw that they were still attempting to pull out their phones by the time she started walking away, forgetting the already bouncing-back Pinkie Pie.

Rarity retreated to one corner of her boutique, specifically the kitchen. This was one area she knew she had to have a door—and lock—installed for the party. The upstairs simply had a small chain at the base with a “No Trespassing” sign she had found to dissuade party-goers from entering. The kitchen wasn’t quiet, but it was the only secluded place she could find. It was dimly lit and had numerous party supplies, should they run out of snacks and drinks, but granted the inclusion of alcohol, she figured that her meager bottle of wine wasn’t going to cut it.

Glancing to the side, she spotted many of the finer, more irreplaceable objects that were once in her shop’s lobby, brought out of the danger zone and set carefully in said kitchen, probably by Spike. Included with it all was two mannequins containing several of Rarity’s latest works, one of which she considers her magnum opus of the year. Smiling, she leaned against the kitchen’s island as she pulled out a bottle of wine from under the counter.

“Such a dear,” she muttered in praise to the absent boy, retrieving a glass as well.

Popping the cork, she let out a wistful sigh as she poured the liquids into the glass. It was a red wine, cheaper than what she bought several nights prior, yet she took her time, effectively playing with the flowing liquid until it almost overflowed. She set the bottle down and lifted the glass, gently swivelling it as she did, taking extra care to make sure the wine didn’t spill over.

“Happy birthday to me,” she murmured to the glass.

Standing up, she stepped back, leaned against the counter, pressed the rim against her lips and tilted it back. In one swish, she managed to guzzle the entire glass. As she finished, she winced briefly as she made sure not to open her mouth until the liquids were consumed, letting out a deep exhale when she was done. She set the glass next to the bottle of wine and immediately started pouring herself another glass until she heard the knob on the new kitchen door rattle. She glanced over, shaking her head before resuming refilling her glass. She heard the sound of her lock deactivate and she stopped pouring the wine only to see Spike slide in through the door, quickly attempting to relock it before Scootaloo’s voice boomed.

“Whassa mattah, Shpike? Nooo, Rardy don’t have t’ know, it’ll be our lil’ shecret,” she slurred, collapsing against the wall.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Spike repeated as he locked it, shuffling to the side to put all his weight against the door.

He spun around, pressing his back against it before realizing that Rarity was with him in the kitchen, pouring her glass of wine. He grinned sheepishly, chuckling as his eyes shifted to the door handle that Scootaloo was attempting to open.

“H-hi, Rarity. I didn’t k-know you were in here,” he said, stepping away from the door cautiously as the banging stopped.

“Well, it is my house, Spike,” she responded, giggling as she relaxed, not filling her glass up quite as high as the last time.

“Not what I meant, but... well, it’s your birthday.” He stepped over to the island, leaning forward as he propped himself up on his arms. “Go party.”

She shook her head, sighing as she slid the bottle to the darker end of the island, swishing the red wine once more.

“I was expecting a more… reserved or quieter get together and although I can only blame myself, it turned into a wild rave. I was just hoping to be with my friends and maybe a few of the football team members, and you. But I guess Pinkie getting involved inevitably led this to be a regular bash.”

She lifted the glass up, yet before she could take a sip, Spike’s fingers slipped around the stem of the glass and lifted it out of Rarity’s fingers, causing the girl to glance up in confusion. Spike merely guzzled what was in the glass instead of her, wincing due to the taste; he still wasn’t used to alcohol it seemed.

“Well, I’m here now. We can drink alone, except… uh, there’s two of us, so I guess we’re not really alone,” he corrected nervously, averting his eyes. “Although, I guess I shouldn’t be drinking.”

“Who gives a damn on a day like today? Plus, I can legally drink, dearie. It’s fine if I do it,” Rarity reasoned, fetching another glass.

“Ah, well, okay.” Pausing briefly, he glanced to the door which still had sound exploding through the creases. Spike winced as a particularly loud shout sounded before facing Rarity as she refilled the two wine glasses, this time seemingly happier. “There are some things people shouldn’t say, but sometimes it’s better to just say them instead of letting them come out at worse times, y’know?” Spike downed the entire glass once more, not waiting for Rarity to pour him another glass. They didn’t lock eyes yet neither could say why. Spike decided to take a guess. “Like… the invisible strings.”

Rarity stopped herself from pouring another glass as Spike said that. She turned to face him fully with a raised eyebrow as he chuckled at her confusion.

“Strings?” she inquired simply.

“Things you do in life are like… strings, or threads. You meet someone, you now have a string connected to them. You know their name and at first, it’s just a lil’ thread. Get to know them better and the thread changes into other things. Twilight’s string becomes, say, a sweater vest because I swear to god, you haven’t seen her wardrobe from her Canterlot days.” Spike giggled at the memory, obviously starting to feel some of the alcoholic effects. “Applejack would be her stetson… I guess Big Mac’s would be a yoke. Rainbow would become a jersey, or a Gay Pride flag, just because she really broadcasts it to AJ often.” Slapping himself once, Spike mentally scolded himself for what he said as Rarity slowly consumed her drink.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Rarity seemed to agree.

“And me? I wouldn’t know.” Spike shrugged. “I’ve never been able to get a read on myself. Sometimes, these strings… we don’t know what to do with them. Whether or not to cut them, or decorate them, or add to them or do what with them, such as wrap them around your delicate little index finger and create something out of them. That’s where you come into things, Rarity.”

Spike downed one more glass before setting it inside the island’s sink. Rarity glanced up as he started walking, slowly circling the island until he stood in front of Rarity. She set the glass on the edge of the counter, pressing her palm flat against the surface afterwards. The two had faint smiles, Spike’s being a bit larger.

“I guess,” he started, turning left and leaning his back against the counter, “I’m just waiting for when you decide if you want to utilize my string. Make something out of it from it’s short, unintersting colour into something beautiful. That’s like, your special talent or something.”

“Making things out of string?” Rarity asked, leaning against the island as her grin grew.

“No, silly. Making anything beautiful, no matter where it came from. You managed to turn me from a loser with weird eyes into someone who randomly joined the football team just to impress a girl,” Spike admitted, turning down to the wine bottle before ignoring it.

“It was your own courage that brought you here, don’t you think?” Rarity inquired, picking her glass up once more and downing half of what was left. “You could have quit the instant you heard Rainbow Dash being such a rude little b… b-bother.”

“Haha, you mean a butch? Err, I mean, bitch?” Spike said, slapping himself in the forehead as he fumbled his words.

“I don’t want to be rude,” Rarity responded, giggling as she took another drink, interrupted as Spike poked her right where her navel would be. She spat out a bit of wine, leaning forward to prevent it from spilling on herself as she started to giggle along with Spike.

“Oops, that was, uh, yeah,” Spike responded, setting his hand on her shoulder.

“Gah, stop, you, I’m ticklish.” Rarity leaned back and immediately inspected her outfit to make sure she didn’t spill. Spike pressed his finger on the bottom of her chin, tilting her head up so she faced him. “Hmm?”

“I guess it was me. I brought myself here, but in the end, I still did it to try and be someone you wouldn’t be ashamed of being with.” Spike leaned in closer as the giggles stopped, replaced with an odd quiet they weren’t used to that night. “I don’t wanna sound like a stalking loser, but… I’ve watched you from afar.”

“Stalker,” Rarity said in a singsong voice followed by a giggle.

Spike rolled his eyes, shaking his head as Rarity hiccuped. “No… I mean, I’ve known you for years and for a while, I’ve been enamoured. About you. Or, with you, whatever. I’ve been in love with you.” Spike gulped once as his hand slowly moved forward, setting down gently on Rarity’s hand that was resting on the counter. Her hand anticipated him and moved to hold onto his. “I’ve watched you and seen you. I’ve seen you on days where you cried, or days where you were mad. Or days where you were so happy you cried. I slowly began to realize I could identify what kind of clothing you wore… the maker, where it came from, what fabric and even what kind of lipstick or shampoo or perfume you use. I just sort of… picked up on it because I wanted to know you.”

Rarity’s mouth twitched briefly before a wide grin broke out on her face. Her other hand wrapped around Spike’s other hand and gently tugged him closer towards her. He stumbled briefly, pressing his pelvis into hers, both of them struggling not to fall over onto the island. Rarity simply welcomed the warmth his body brought hers, her hands sliding up Spike’s arms before wrapping around his back.

“You never had to do any of that to know me… or have me… you could have just asked, Spikey-wikey,” she whispered, leaning in even closer.

Spike gulped yet again, leaning in as he closed his eyes. Opening them slightly, Spike could feel Rarity’s breath on his lips; the sweet scent of wine and her natural breath sending his mind into a frenzy.

A loud banging occurred before someone yet again unlocked the kitchen door without ease, causing the couple to jump apart. Spinning to face the door, the two saw a figure tumble to the ground, a glass shattering as it occurred. Suddenly, all the noise in the house flared up, alerting the pair to the fact that yes there was still a party going on in Rarity’s home. Upon stepping to the side, they saw Twilight giggling on the floor, rolling onto her back oblivious to the mess she created on the kitchen floor.

“Argh! Seriously!? How many lightweights are at this party!?” Rarity shouted, stomping over to Twilight.

“Don’t you worry, Ratty, I’m not duck, honestly,” Twilight mumbled as she burst into laughter, completely limp as Rarity lifted her up, propping her in a chair. “It’s jusht a bad case of Piggy Pie.”

Spike sighed, walking over to the door and locked it once more before Rarity’s voice spoke in protest.

“There’s no point, is there?” Rarity said, sighing wistfully once more. “Here, come pick Twilight up, she’s too heavy for me.”

“Too fat for yooou,” Twilight said with a giggle.

Rarity turned to Spike as he walked towards them, a smile on her face.

“Would you say three fat, Spike?”

“What was that, oh yeah, my sister is drunk let’s take her elsewhere okay let’s go,” Spike stammered out hurriedly as he pushed by Rarity, hoisting his sister over his shoulder without any problem.

“Whee!” Twilight cried out softly before falling asleep.

“Haha, oh my,” Rarity said as she shut the lights off and made sure the kitchen was clean.

Once they left the room, Rarity pulled out a key and locked the kitchen door, and just for extra measure, put up another “No Trespassing” sign. In the main lobby, there were numerous presents stacked up, and Pinkie announcing that the birthday cake and presents would be taken care of in just an hour. Out of the corner of his eye, Spike could see Scootaloo sitting in a chair, no longer as energetic as she was before. A brown bottle was in one hand and her other was fixing her hair. The eyes so full of life remained hidden, situated on the ground and part of Spike wanted to run over there. Yet, the idea of a drunk, sexually repressed and depressed Scootaloo made the notion foolish.

Sighing, Rarity stepped up stairs, removing the chain as Spike followed, rehooking it after them. Spike gulped when he realized where he was going.

‘This is Rarity’s home, her private area of the shop,’ Spike thought, gulping as the noise downstairs once again faded from their consciousness.

Rarity led him down the hallway, past a closet, stopping right in from of a room labelled “Sweetie Belle”. Opening the door, he noticed that it was void of many things, Sweetie Belle spending this week at her parents’ place.

“Just put her on Sweetie Belle’s bed for now. I’ll lock the door so nobody can get in,” Rarity directed him.

Nodding, Spike stepped in, closing his eyes as often as possible to avoid letting his eyes wander into the personal space of someone else. With one hand, he threw the blankets back and set the sleeping Twilight down in the bed, fixing the sheets so Twilight was snuggled up in a bunch. Stretching his back, Spike turned around to face Rarity, who idly waited in the door, smiling. Spike returned the smile and stepped back, staggering briefly before laughing at himself about it. Rarity outstretched her arms as Spike almost fell into her, hugging her tightly. The couple stumbled back, a bit lightheaded before Rarity’s back met the opposing wall.

“S-Spike, I ‘ave to lock the door,” Rarity protested, shoving Spike to the right.

Rarity stepped forward, closing the door as she locked it while Spike stumbled obliviously in the direction of Rarity’s room. He pressed both hands against each wall, holding himself up as Rarity pocketed the key that seemed to be universal. She smiled as Spike pushed himself to his feet and before he could properly reorient himself, Rarity pressed her hands against Spike’s chest, shoving him back into her door.

The wooden plank opened up revealing Rarity’s room and Spike only had a moment to process this before the door slammed shut and Rarity grabbed Spike’s shirt by the collar like she did previously, holding him in place. His eyes darted around, growing wider as he realized where he was.

‘Oh my god, this is Rarity’s room. Rarity’s room. Hers. All hers. Her place. Her room. Just us.’

Gulping once, Rarity gently pushed Spike once more, guiding him back towards her bed. Spike caught on and his arms came up, hands grasping Rarity’s shoulders. She yelped in surprise, releasing her grip on Spike as he gently swung her around, practically throwing her atop her velvety red sheets, canopy undisturbed by the rustling. Rarity, having closed her eyes as Spike tossed her, opened them to see Spike’s arms pressed against the bed at both her sides, his body looming over hers and his face inches from hers.

Their heartbeats quickened and a red tone found its way to their cheeks. Right away, the heated tension caused Spike to start panting as his mind reeled with fantasies all coming to a point in one night. He gulped once as he stared down into the eyes of the one that caught his heart, which was pounding in his chest; Spike felt very heavy indeed in the moment. Rarity smiled, allowing her arms to splay out, watching as her own deep, heavy breaths caused her chest to rise more noticeably… which caught the eyes of the boy atop her. She grinned devilishly as she watched him adorably avert his eyes, his blushing intensifying.

“Aha, I saw that, Spike,” Rarity teased, licking her top lip.

“S-sorry,” Spike muttered, gritting his teeth.

“Don’t be sorry, you naughty boy. You said you spent years watching me, right?” Rarity asked, lowering her voice into a sultry whisper.

“Y-yeah?”

“Typically, for my dresses, I follow a ‘look with your eyes, not hands’ rule until final purchases… I think for you, I can make an exception,” she said, winking at him.

Spike gulped and his beating heart soon became the only thing he could hear as he briefly glanced down at her chest, only to meet her eyes again as she nodded. Rarity also seemed to avert her eyes, her fingers bending and gripping the sheets in anticipation. Spike leaned back, allowing his knees to support his weight as he lifted his hands off the bed, setting both on her belly. Unsure, he gently rubbed her belly, slowly working his hands upward as he seemed to be exciting himself more than Rarity.

His thumbs and index fingers soon pressed the base of each mound of flesh and Spike gulped as he once more found his stuttering nervous self taking over. Gritting his teeth once more, he simply twisted his wrists and allowed his fingers to gently slide onto her bosom, applying no pressure at the moment as he took in the situation.

‘Oh my god oh my god oh my god.’

With nothing else to lose, he gave a gentle squeeze, pinching his thumbs and index fingers where he thought her nipples would be. Her breath was cut short by a light gasps and Spike’s breathing stopped as well. Releasing the pinch, he let his fingers cup the sides of her breasts through the clothing as he pressed his thumbs gently in the centre, rubbing around the area in circles which seemed to be doing something.

‘Oh wow, these are… sensitive,’ Spike thought, ignoring a burning sensation in his pelvis.

Another gulp. Spike allowed his hands to apply more pressure, ‘kneading the flesh’ as he read in a magazine once. He wondered why he bothered reading the fan mail portion of it in the first place but soon discovered that Rarity seemed to be responding to everything he did. He pressed the two mounds together and gently shook his hands, watching them jiggle as he listened to Rarity’s gentle moans and gasps of air.

Rarity felt her mind going numb and an incredible warmth burn in her chest, as she was also just registering the situation. Her breaths were ragged and cut short by soft gasps and gentle moans brought on by the light sensations. If she was playing before, she certainly wasn’t now when she realized her arms were now entirely numb and useless.

“W-wow, you’re really, um, shivery,” Spike said, his voice light and stuttered as he swallowed in the middle.

Rarity opened one eye half-way, feeling a grin forming on her face.

“S-shut up, dammit, this i-is nothing,” Rarity responded, failing at her attempt to sound dominant and unresponsive.

Spike grinned and glanced down at the top Rarity wore, his instincts taking over the control his mind had on the situation. Removing his hands, Rarity let out a whine as well as a sigh of relief, her shivering slowing down. Instead, Spike mentally apologized in advance before slipping his fingers between the folds held together by her buttons, grasping the fabric tightly. With a swift motion, he yanked his hands apart which ripped the buttons on her top, revealing a laced black brasserie like in his fantasy. Rarity let out a louder yelp, her eyes opening up from the sheer suddenness of the motion and sound of the fabric being torn.

Eyes shifting down, she locked onto Spike’s excited, nervous gaze which was fixated on her heaving chest as it was now merely covered by a thin black bra. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t take her eyes off her own body as Spike’s hands firmly grasped her chest once more, the bare fingers making contact with the soft, pale flesh almost entirely exposed by the design of the black brassiere, little holes in the chest except for the areola practically making her bra act as lingerie.

Rather than experiment more, Rarity’s heartbeat doubled as Spike’s hands slid down, his fingers slipping under the strap. Before she could properly react, one rough tug and she could feel part of the strap as well as Spike’s knuckles brush over her mounds as her chest was completely exposed. Spike let go of the strap, letting it gently snap against her chest and she let out a gasp.

Spike, using an index finger, gently prodded one of Rarity’s perky, erect nipples. Pressing against the top, he flicked it and played with the nipple, causing Rarity to squirm underneath him. She clenched her fists, brought her arms close to her chest, squeezed her arms, anything to fight back the pleasure she felt.

“You’re sensitive,” Spike whispered, his voice catching in his throat.

Rarity couldn’t respond to that, continuing to lightly shift underneath Spike until both his hands once again covered her chest, his thumbs resuming what he did before, this time without a top in the way.

Spike stared down, watching with glee as he saw Rarity wiggle underneath him, gasping and moaning and doing anything to stifle the pleasure, to no avail. Stopping briefly, Rarity only had a moment to calm down before Spike’s hands slid around her back as he shifted her further up on the bed. Wandering for a moment, Spike soon grasped her left breast in one hand, causing her to wince briefly as the contact with her nipple sent chills down her spine. Instead of using his other hand, Spike leaned forward, sticking his tongue out and Rarity briefly saw how long it was before his lips clamped around her nipple, his tongue immediately playing with the erect flesh.

Rarity started to screech before she merely arched her back, letting out a silent scream as she was assaulted by new found pleasures. Her hands gently slid through Spike’s hair, keeping him pinned to her chest. Spike didn’t fight it, letting years of pent up lust and emotion built up lead him on.

His tongue pressed into her nipple as Spike began to suckle on the flesh. The boy revelled in the motions, suckling loudly as his hands fondled her breasts. Using his free hand, Spike ran it down her exposed curves, delicately sliding his fingers underneath both the strap of her skirt and underwear. Taking a note from their date, Spike ran his hand over her rear, feeling the soft flesh under both his hands. Rarity’s legs spread ever so slightly as she gently pressed her pelvis against Spike’s hip. Taking a note, Spike retracted his hands, releasing his oral grasp on Rarity’s nipple. The woman immediately covered her chest, feeling an odd chill settling over her body. Closing her eyes, she attempted to calm down and bask in the feeling and eventually fluttered her eyes open, locking her eyes on Spike’s.

Curiously, her focus trailed down his body before locking onto a rather obvious bulge in his pants, almost stopping her breathing dead cold. She gulped once and turned her gaze back to Spike before she shuffled back, sitting herself up. Lightly pulling the trim from under her skirt’s strap, she didn’t bother unbuttoning her shirt, opting to rip it off as Spike did. For her brassiere, she had to undo the strap before Spike reached forward, yanking it off along with her top leaving her top completely exposed.

Spike gently pushed her shoulders until she laid on her back before letting his hands slide down her body, fingers sliding under the strap for her skirt, panties and leggings. In one motion, he leaned back, tugging the clothing off slowly. Spike’s eyes were fixated on her pelvis, his mind still running on pure instinct. Rarity closed her eyes, her legs shifting briefly as she let Spike unclothe her slowly.

Spike averted his eyes once she was exposed and looked down to her ankles, continuing to tug until it was only her shoes blocking the way. Undoing the straps, Spike tugged the heels off along with her bottoms and carelessly tossed them aside. Gulping once, he glanced up to see Rarity start to cross her legs, merely to stop. A hand covered her mouth as her eyes gently opened, her body shivering as their eyes locked.

She leaned up, keeping her eyes fixated on Spike’s while her hands slid down to the base of his shirt. Rarity tugged at it, Spike taking the hint and sliding the rest of it off. She spotted his 60-pound weight vest and paused for a moment.

“Well, someone has been doing a bit extra,” Rarity said, briefly admiring the shape of the muscles on his arms.

“W-well, it pays to do extra, doesn’t it? Extra credit, and all,” Spike responded, getting quieter as his voice caught in his throat once more.

He undid the buckle on his sides before sliding the vest over his head, tossing it to the side with a thud. An extra shattering noise accompanied the falling garment, though it sounded nowhere near where Spike had tossed it. The two of them glanced over at the weighted thing in confusing, noticing it had knocked nothing over. Rethinking the sound, Spike gauged it to be something small and fragile hitting the ground, and he attributed it instead so some speaker or lamp breaking downstairs at the party. They brushed it off and continued.

Rarity felt excitement swell up even more having spotted the figure Spike managed to obtain via training. It seemed more akin to a bodybuilder or fitness nut, causing her to be surprised that someone with Spike’s lifestyle could obtain it. She ignored it in favour of growing increasingly aroused to the masculine figure he had.

With a simple motion, Spike undid the belt, sliding it out of the loops in his jeans before dropping it and quickly unbuttoning his pants. Sliding it down, Spike kicked it haphazardly across the room, watching it land in front of the door before he sighed.

‘Okay, she’ll either be surprised or excited. Only two options,’ Spike thought, taking a deep breath as his heart beat started to annoy him.

Feeling anxious and nervous, Spike’s arms shook a bit as he looped his thumbs through the waistband of his underwear and slowly peeled it off, bending forward as he did. He felt his phallus’ tip pressing against his waistband before he slid it over, feeling himself blush as he let it go, letting it slide to his ankles before he tossed it off to the side. Standing up straight, he grabbed one arm, looking down at the floor before forcing his eyes to glance at Rarity.

‘Okay, you’re both naked. In her room. She’s on her bed, you learned this in health class.’

Gulping once yet again, Spike let his arms hang at his sides as the two remained silent, their eyes glancing all over each other. It was several seconds before Spike realized why.

“O-oh, sorry,” Spike said, leaning forward as he crawled onto the bed.

Rarity slightly tensed up as she felt Spike’s weight pressing against the bed, shifting the mattress. Their eyes locked on each other once more and just as Spike’s hand slid up her belly, aiming towards her breast, Rarity grabbed his hand and gently tugged it towards her face. Spike watched with bated breath as Rarity pressed her thumb into the crease of his index finger, causing it to point out. Gently, she tugged at his hand until the tip of his finger was pressed against her bottom lip before her tongue gently pressed against it, her lips closing around the finger.

Spike felt himself twitch as the sensations of Rarity’s tongue and lips around his finger drove his mind wild. Racing with fantasies and suggestive thoughts, Spike pulled his finger out much to her surprise and leaned forward, allowing his stomach to press against Rarity’s. She gasped briefly before Spike’s lips pressed against her own.

Immediately, Spike pressed his tongue into her mouth, pressing the tip against her teeth, her tongue… experimenting like he had always wanted for many years. His hands set on her hips briefly before he slid them up her body, clasping his fingers around her breasts once more as Rarity wrapped her legs around Spike, her fingers already wrapped around his head.

Moans escaped into Spike’s mouth and vice versa as his fingers continued to fondle her breasts. Rarity almost screamed as she felt Spike’s flaring hot phallus grind against her lips, the tip pressing into her belly already wet. Each time Spike shifted, Rarity felt the base against her clitoris as well as her labia, causing her to gently thrust forward. Spike did the same, pressing himself against her.

‘We aren’t doing anything yet.’ Spike reminded himself in thought, trying to keep calm.

Separating the kiss as well as his gentle thrusts, Spike watched a string of saliva connect his bottom lip to Rarity’s tongue as the two panted heavily. Spike gulped once more and didn’t bother waiting.

He slid back, causing Rarity to release her grip on him. As soon as Spike was far back enough, she attempted to bring her legs closed but Spike’s hands pressed against her inner thighs, sliding down gently. Staggered breaths, Rarity glanced down as she saw Spike’s hands moving towards her opening. Without much warning, Spike’s thumbs gently poked at her labia, brushing up and down which caused the girl to squirm. She bit her lip and covered her mouth to keep her moans down to no avail. It was high-pitched and noisy even as she covered her mouth as Spike always teased her; whenever his thumbs came close to her clitoris, he’d always pull away at the last moment.

Leaning forward, Spike spread her lips and dipped his head down, his tongue sticking out as he closed his eyes. Rarity immediately clamped her eyes shut and felt her body tense up.

Something warm and wet pressed against her clit causing the girl to spasm immediately. She attempted to sit up due to the shock of the pleasure before she found her body too weak to move as Spike’s lips pressed against her. His tongue slid past her clit and began to press against her insides. She arched her back, the pleasure and sensations completely alien to her. Roughly, he began to drag his tongue all over her, pressing into her clit, her labia and just above her clit.

Dragging his tongue some more, Rarity felt herself teased as Spike pressed his tongue, circling her clit rather than press directly against it. Her excitement and desperation for the pleasure grew each time he threatened to press it against her clit and aggravated her more. She moved her hands, pressing it against his scalp and groaned as she did.

Rather than oblige, Spike pulled back much to her disappointment and licked his lips, taking a deep breath as his mind reeled. Planting his hands around her on both sides, Spike panted heavily as his mind continued to flash images and realizations.

“You… tease,” Rarity cried out, shifting her legs as she covered her pelvis with her hands to combat the chill she felt yet again.

“G-gotta save the main event, y’know?” Spike said, rolling to the side so he laid on his back.

Rarity glanced over at him, watching his phallus stand tall as it throbbed and twitched every few seconds. Without thinking twice, her right hand reached over as she twisted her body, allowing her to reach his phallus. Spike had a similar reaction to Rarity the instant her delicate, slim fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“O-oh, fu-fuck me,” Spike muttered, his whole body shivering.

“I don’t need an invitation,” Rarity responded, giggling sheepishly.

She gave it a gentle squeeze, getting a feel for it and how it reacted before she gently slid it up the shaft, coating her fingers in the liquid that came out of the tip. She found it far easier to stroke the shaft with it and gently continued until Spike attempted to speak. Rarity slowed down her strokes as she stared at Spike who covered his eyes with her arm.

“F-fa… fast… faster, ha… hard-harder!” Spike pleaded as his voice barely came out in scattered whispers.

Grinning, Rarity slowed down to a stop, gently squeezing the tip of the phallus. Sitting upright, Rarity slid her legs off the bed and, using all her strength, pulled Spike over too. He removed his arm from over his eyes just in time to see Rarity turn her whole body, setting her knees on the floor beside the bed. Their eyes locked onto one another as her head was soon low enough for her to return the favour.

“Woah, R-Rarity, you don’t have to do that?!” Spike said, attempting to speak over his instincts.

Rather than respond, Rarity leaned forward and gave a gentle kiss to the tip of the phallus, silencing Spike immediately. She glanced down, giggling as she saw a red lipstick imprint on the tip as well as at Spike’s sudden lack of protest.

“Should I still stop?” she asked.

Spike responded by moving his hands until he gently pressed it against the back of her head, just where it won’t interfere with her hairdo, and tugging gently until she was less than an inch away.

“You naughty boy,” Rarity said, her voice almost cracking.

Opening her mouth, she took a moment to breathe, her heart seemingly moving faster than she could process. The heat of her breath on his tip merely sent Spike into a shivering mess as he propped himself up with his arms. Attempting to keep his eyes open, he stared down into Rarity’s blue eyes, contrasting well against her burning red cheeks as her jaw dropped a little lower and her tongue stretched out, pressing against the base of his tip.

Grunting, Spike watched as Rarity tilted her head down and leaned in, sliding the tip inside her mouth before gently clamping her lips down. She didn’t make it halfway before she gagged and pulled back, coughing briefly. Spike once again felt worry and stupidity on his part.

“I’m sorry, do you wanna stop?” Spike asked as Rarity glanced up to meet his gaze.

“No no, I’m sorry. I just haven’t done this before,” she admitted, chuckling awkwardly.

She dipped her head back down before could protest again, wrapping her tongue around the tip. Rather than take it into her mouth again, she swivelled her tongue around it, licking up the centre of the tip, each motion causing the boy to moan.

Clamping her lips around the tip once more, she didn’t try to take anymore in and gently sucked on the tip. Spike’s hand once again set on the back of her scalp as he gently pet her hair, unsure what to do. Along with suckling on the tip, Rarity moved her tongue until she was pressing against the slit. Spike groaned briefly until Rarity’s tongue slid back under and she slowly moved her head forward, taking in more of the phallus.

“W-what?” Spike asked as Rarity coughed once more, turning away briefly to avoid coughing on Spike.

A thud sounded against the wall, causing the pair to pause briefly, glancing at the floor as if it came from below. Rarity immediately faced the door and expected someone to bust in any moment, yet nobody came even after thirty painfully nervous seconds. Feeling more relaxed after that, Rarity let out several giggles as whatever minor shivering she had vanished immediately.

She was laughing, her hand now resting on the base of his phallus as she gently stroke him. After a few seconds, Rarity shook her head and glanced up to face Spike, a grin stuck on her face.

“Let’s… try something else, shall we?” Rarity said.

Spike didn’t bother asking what she meant, this being too obvious for him as Rarity stood up. The two glanced into the other’s eyes as Rarity leaned in, pressing her lips to Spike. Neither of them cared about having just performed oral. With a shove, Spike was once more laying on his back before he shuffled up further. Rarity climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Setting her hands on his stomach, she ran her fingers over his abs before setting it on his pecs. Making sure her legs were spread, she gently pressed the base length of his shaft against her opening, gently sliding back and forth. Spike watched as rather than shift her whole body, she merely moved her hips back and forth. He found himself mesmerized by her movements, still comprehending the situation.

“Oh jeez, this is really happening,” he muttered.

“Y-yes it is, Spike,” Rarity said, giggling.

“Oh, that was s-supposed to be my thought...s,” Spike said, slapping both hands over his face as he covered his eyes.

With his eyes closed, Spike’s imagination picked up the slack as he imagined what Rarity looked like; alluring gaze, perfectly shaped body, wet lips slathering his erection with the body’s natural lube… it was too much for him.

Removing his hands from his eyes, Spike grabbed Rarity’s shoulders once more and rolled the two of them over until Spike was on top. The two stared into the other’s eyes and wordlessly, Rarity nodded to the unasked question. Glancing down, Spike shifted back a bit, feeling the base of his phallus drag against her opening, causing the girl to moan gently until he could feel his tip slide down her slit. She let out a moan which stopped when she realized where he was.

“Rarity, this is the last chance you have if you wanna say no,” Spike said, gulping. “If you don’t want to do it with m—”

Spike was caught off guard as Rarity’s legs wrapped around him and squeezed, causing Spike to accidentally slide into her opening. He wasn’t expecting the tightness, resistance or the suddenness of it… nor was he expecting Rarity to bite down on his neck. Wincing, he could hear her suppress a scream, her whole body tense. Spike’s first reaction was to start caressing her back, attempting to shush her.

“I-it’s fine, Rarity. The pain will b-be over any second,” he said, the pain and fear causing him to tense up as well.

She was still just as tense, scratching his back with her nails. Regardless of how scared and nervous he was, he still felt bad as the tightness and wetness of her orifice brought immense pleasure to him.

After what seemed like eternity, Rarity loosened up significantly, removing her teeth from Spike’s shoulders as well as loosening her grip on him. Spike sighed in relief as he felt the pain vanish. Before he could bother asking if Rarity was alright, he turned to her and she spoke, eyes full of tears and, unfortunately, a bit of blood on her teeth.

“I’m s-sorry, S-Spike, I didn’t—” She sniffled. “—mean to.”

“No, stop that. It wasn’t your fault, I don’t blame you. This definitely doesn’t hurt me as much as it is you,” Spike responded, an assertive tone coming from somewhere.

His thumb gently brushed away her tears as she sniffled back, clenching her eyes shut once more as she buried her face in Spike’s neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit of a wimp when it comes to pain,” she whispered.

“I’m not, thankfully, or I’d be a wee bit down right now,” Spike said, chuckling.

“Yeah.” Rarity let out a light chuckle as she sniffed once more, wiping her tears away as she quickly licked her teeth, removing any blood regardless of the metallic taste. “Try moving.”

Nodding, Spike gently pulled back, feeling a wetness aiding him as he pulled back. Rarity tensed up once more, although not as bad as before as Spike almost pulled all the way out. Gently, he wiggled his hips, pressing lightly until he was in once more.

“That was definitely better than the first,” Rarity said, still wincing as Spike started to get a slow rhythm.

“I’m a-afraid I can’t s-say that I know the f-f-feeling,” Spike stuttered, his body shivering as the pleasure was registering far better.

“Do-don’t worry a-about me, it’s not g-going to be too good for my f-first time,” she said, attempting to loosen up her body.

“I’ll try.”

Spike pulled back, feeling each ridge inside the orifice press against his shaft which filled her up plus bonus. Being far larger, he must be a nightmare for virgins yet it benefitted for every time after. His entire pelvis felt warmth as he pushed in and out, feeling each thrust in ripple down his spine in waves as he shakily held onto the girl he loved. Burying his face in her neck, Spike exhaled several hot breaths on her neck before licking a spot, then pressing his lips as he began to suckle on the spot.

His hands rested on her rear, folding the soft, tender flesh before he ran it up her curves. He pulled back, glancing down to see that the first mark he left days prior was still barely there, his new one fresh and dark. He let his hands rest briefly on her hips as Rarity now lazily laid there, not putting any effort in making it easier for Spike; he didn’t blame her, adjusting his position so his legs were stretched out, forcing more effort yet allowing for her to relax.

“Gah, s-sorry, Spikey-wikey, I c-can’t do much,” Rarity admitted, gulping.

Spike merely growled in response, listening to her moans becoming the dominant sound instead of the groans of pain. He grew better at keeping the motions, hearing the back of her headboard tapping against the wall gently. Suddenly though, three startlingly hard knocks rang out through the wall just behind the headboard.

“Hey!” Spike went dead still as the knocking continued until the silence satisfied it. That same brash voice broke through the wall again, “Enough with the banging! I'm trying to get my own rhythm going here!”

“That sounded like Rainbow Dash,” Spike whispered uneasily, gulping as he worried she might have been listening. Over another hushed murmur or two through the wall, Rarity replied.

“Do you think she heard much?” Rarity asked in a whisper from underneath him, but furrowed her brow with a confused look. “Wait, why would Rainbow Dash be in my guest room?”

“Ack! Rainbow what're y'doin'?!” another voice called out in a panic before a loud thud was heard alongside some rustling. Spike and Rarity stared at each other for a long few seconds, worried and uncertain.

“Was that Applejack? What do you think they're—?” Spike's eyes grew wide as a low moan breached their ears before it was stifled, and they both knew what that meant.

Another few moans drifted through the walls, along with a rhythmic beating that clearly told what was going on behind the wall. Spike glanced down at Rarity as she stared back, the two of them confused for a moment before Rarity got a devilish grin on her face, worrying Spike briefly.

“They want to screw in my guest room?” Rarity said, chuckling as she said that. “Well, fuck them.”

“W-well, if you say so,” Spike said, grinning.

Pulling back, he decided to test the waters. He gave a particularly hard thrust that resonated well with Rarity. It didn’t seem to hurt and Spike didn’t put the whole erection inside her. Rarity brought her hands up to belly, resting them between Spike’s arms; the position caused her arms to squeeze her larger breasts together and she closed one eye, winking at Spike as she stuck her tongue out. Spike was taken aback by how she looked, gulping as he etched the expression into his memory.

Grunting once, Spike propped himself up to the best of his ability and spread his legs a bit. Sliding his hands down to Rarity’s rear, he gripped her tightly before rolling the duo over once again. Rarity’s chest pressed into Spike’s. Releasing his grip on her soft rear, Spike pressed his hands against her chest.

Spike pushed Rarity up until she was sitting upright. She was lightheaded enough to the point where she was disoriented and leaned forward, pressing her hands against Spike’s chest for support. Spike glanced up only to see her arms once again squishing her large bosom together and he set his hands on her hips.

“Sorry if I’m a bit rough, but I’m beyond the point of caring too much so, I may be venting several years worth of, uh, sexual tension, y’know?” Spike grunted, gently caressing her hips.

“G-gah, I d-don’t, fuggin’ care, d-do something,” Rarity said, rounding her back as she felt Spike’s hands reach around her.

Without waiting any longer, Spike began to thrust upwards, causing Rarity to bounce on his lap. He repeated this once, then twice only to see that it was working the best for Rarity. She began to moan far more than she had before and Spike examined her body, making sure that it wasn’t out of discomfort. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Spike slid his hands down just a little longer until he had his hands wrapped around her rear, giving him a better grip.

Each thrust sent shivers up both spines, Rarity struggling to keep herself supported as her arms started to shake. Spike, meanwhile, was merely getting fueled as the pleasure spread across his body, his pelvis feeling warm and his shaft twitching, his climax growing closer.

“F-fuck,” Rarity muttered, her arms failing as she collapsed onto Spike.

His hands moved from her rear, sliding between them before grasping her soft breasts. She managed to prop herself up just barely and she stared at Spike even as he continued trying to thrust.

“God, you have amazing tits, Rarity,” Spike muttered in a growl.

His thumbs pressed into her nipples and the added roughness was something Rarity wasn’t prepared for. Once more she began to moan, panting heavily as her chest became heavy. Spike didn’t register the heavy feeling, relishing in the feeling.

Approaching his climax, Spike let out a groan as his hands slid off her chest, wrapping around her back as he squeezed her tightly. His grunting and breaths became more erratic acting as the queue for Rarity.

“S-Spike, c-cum o… o—” She gulped, her voice catching in her throat.

“S-soon, I’ll be d-done, a-alright?” Spike responded, his voice sounding weak and raspy as he focused on the feeling.

“D-do it outside, pull out,” Rarity managed to say more clearly.

“Oh, right,” Spike said, nodding his head.

He rolled them over immediately, causing Rarity to yelp. Spike pulled out without much warning, causing the girl to shriek and cover her orifice with her hand. Rarity felt empty as well as completely soaked. Glancing down, she saw Spike grind the base of his phallus against her lips, grunting more and more. Rarity reached down and set a hand on him, his thrusting allowing her to stroke as well.

“F-fuuuck,” Spike said, his body tensing up briefly.

His pelvis seemed to contract slightly as a great warmth shot through his shaft, sending pleasure throughout his pelvis and up his spine. White fluids spurted out of the tip of the shaft as he stopped his thrusts while Rarity continued to stroke the shaft. She could feel his testicles contracting during each spurt as well as the warm liquid coating her belly and slowly sliding down her sides, caressing her in an odd, wet warmth.

Eventually, the squirts stopped and Spike let out a loud, thick breath he didn’t know he held as his body loosened up. He rolled to the side, laying next to Rarity as the two panted heavily from the experience.

Several minutes passed as Rarity’s hands took to touching and playing with the fluid on her belly.

“W-well, okay then, you’re g-gonna need a bath, or shower,” Spike said, feeling his face flush as he remember where it came from.

“I’d rather just sleep, y’know?” Rarity responded with a giggle.

Rather than let Spike protest again, she stood up, using one hand to prevent any of the liquids from going too far from her belly. Spike giggled at the awkward way she walked to prevent it from sliding down her curves as she pulled open a set of doors, stepping into a walk-in closet. Within three seconds, she stepped out, immediately wiping her belly off with a towel. Discarding it on the floor like the rest of her clothes, she walked to the door and did the thing she should have done before. She quickly wrote a note and stuck it to the door as well explaining why they should continue the party tomorrow. After that, she locked the door and stepped back towards Spike as he sat on the bed. Bending over, she picked up his underwear, flinging it towards him as she found her panties and brassiere. Sliding the panties on as she walked to the bed, she wiggled them on the last bit, Spike’s eyes fixated on the two side-straps as they slid over her hips. By then, he had managed to get his underpants on as Rarity slid the bra over her frame, hooking it seemingly without effort.

“I thought you were supposed to ask me for help with that,” Spike said, chuckling.

“Maybe to complete the cliche fantasy. Oh well, I did learn how to do this years ago,” Rarity said as she briefly adjusted the bra.

Throwing the blanket covers to the side over Spike, she gently, dantifully slid into the covers as Spike merely crawled onto the pillows until he could slide his legs under them. Rarity scoffed, rolling her eyes before giggling in response to his actions. Once he was laid in the bed, he sighed gleefully.

“Happy Birthday, Rarity. I love you,” Spike said, kissing her on the forehead.

“Heehee, thank you, Spikey-wikey. I love you too.” She snuggled as close to Spike as she could, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. They shared one last kiss before the two closed their eyes, exhausted.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t sleep well that night, due to loud thuds and not well stifled moans continually sounding from the next room over.

Author's Notes:

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