Rainbow flipped the page leisurely, shifting her rear from side to side as the edge of the counter felt uncomfortable under her. She skimmed the names across the pages with a bored expression, but nothing jumped out at her right away. Lifting her eyes up, she subtly watched the barmaid pass by her again and again, moving things and cleaning around them just as she always did every two weeks. The hostess licked her finger once more and got back to turning pages.

“I can't find anything I want to try,” she said in an exhale, her eyes dully tracing letters on the old pages.

“Y'aint s'posed t' be back here,” Applejack muttered in passing as she manoeuvred around the girl gracefully. “Not if y'aint wearin' y'uniform.”

“I'm not supposed to be picturing you wearing nothing at all, but I'm doing that too,” Rainbow Dash retorted with a smirk, though it seemed the thought did not bother the blonde. “Seriously dude, chill out, what are you doing running around cleaning like the damn Queen is coming, anyway?”

“Every second Thursday Miss Cherry Jubilee, th' owner of this here Joint as 'er name might reveal, comes by t' check up, y'know that,” Applejack reminded her as she moved something a fraction of an inch. “She'll be here t'morrow.”

“I get it, I get it,” the rainbow-haired girl agreed with a slow few nods. “Cherry Jubilee, huh? Is she that stacked broad I saw here chatting you up behind the bar a few weeks ago? Dark hair, big lips?”

“That'd be her,” the barmaid confirm with a frown, running the cloth under the edge of the counter to be thorough. Changing the subject, she asked, “Y'all thought up a drink yet?”

“Hmm? Oh, right.” Rainbow looked back down at Applejack's copy of The Bon Vivant's Companion, which she was holding and reading to try and find another new drink to try. “Let me see.”

Humming, she contorted her face into indecision as the barmaid bent down in front of her. She tilted her head to one side as she ogled the blonde, and found herself growing warmer as the sight stimulated a physical response. If she leaned just a little bit more to one side, she could outline some particularly interesting parts of the barmaid's anatomy, and she did just that. Meanwhile, Applejack organized the little metal boxes that contained slices of lemons and limes for drinks and other perishables. Taking hold of a particularly large jug and a nearly empty box, Applejack went to stand up again.

“Ughh, yeah, that looks good,” Rainbow Dash mumbled, feeling her mouth salivate. She never regretted anything more than not returning the favour right away when the two of them had been alone in the storage room, the wonder of what she might have tasted like was taunting.

“Found somethin' y'like?” Applejack asked obliviously, turning to look back just in time to see Rainbow Dash snap back to attention.

“I'll say.” the girl grinned slyly, though she had no answer to the beverage question.

“What can Ah get'cha?” the barmaid offered, twisting the cap off the large, wide-mouthed jug and lifting it up. Rainbow Dash watched as she tipped it and poured out some of the maraschino cherries into the container, their bright red colour seeming exciting enough to stare at.

“Speaking of cherries,” the hostess grumbled as she thought it was something of a coincidence, the name of their boss being something so simple and yet ostentatious. “How about...” Rainbow thought up the only drink she knew to have cherries in it, and even knew a clever way to sing the name, “A Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Cherry Bomb?”

Applejack blinked in surprise, pursing her lips as she tried to understand, wondering, “Why'd y'say it like that?”

“What? Do you only know Dolly Parton songs or something?” Rainbow clicked her tongue with a pretend scoff, finding Applejack's response amusing. She waved her hand and let it go though. “Nevermind.”

“Well, Ah reckon Ah can whip that up for ya,” Applejack agreed, finishing pouring the cherries and screwing the wide cap back on before starting the drink.

“Sweet, I guess I'll take my usual post then,” Rainbow hopped down off the counter and closed the book up in one hand, turning around to put it back where she found it.

As she went to replace it, she caught sight of some thin corner of paper sticking out of the book. She poked at it with her finger before opening the book back up, to that page specifically. The page was remarkably familiar, reminding her of just the wild performance that Applejack had done for her on the first night that they met. The little rectangle of paper seemed far less interesting, at first. Making a face at the dullness of a simple, somewhat wrinkled receipt, Rainbow Dash merely looked it over for a few seconds before she realized what it was.

A pleasant and toothy smile crept up one side of her face, her eyes growing wide and gleaming as they recognized the date and order on the receipt. She could feel her heart swelling and her breath growing heavy, understanding some unspoken and unmentioned affection. Hurriedly closing it back up and scampering over to her usual crooked seat, she could not keep her bright eyes off the girl making her another interesting drink.

By the time she nestled into her seat, Applejack had most of the drink prepared, splashing in a hit of grenadine over the hard alcohol and several cherries. While one of her hands squeezed a lime slice into the mix, her other one grabbed the mobile nozzle and squirted just a little bit of lime soda into the glass. Ice floated to the top and shifted about as the drink settled into a deliciously red hue. Finally, Applejack pierced three little cherries with a pick and balanced it on top of the glass before she placed the whole thing in front of Rainbow Dash.

“Sweet,” Rainbow Dash squeaked in a high voice, taking it with both her hands and bringing it over to her, smelling it first. Plucking the cherries off the glass by the pick, she bit one into her mouth before taking a big sip. “Mmm, very sweet.”

“Y'all should drink up an' head on home,” Applejack told her calmly, leaning over the counter as she fixed something else that seemed a fraction out of place. “Ah'll still be here for a while, an' it ain't gonna be too much fun hangin' 'round.”

“Aww, seriously?” Rainbow pouted immediately, dunking the cherries into the drink and stirring them around in it.

“Well Ah gotta clean up th' liquor room an' detail th' stools an' mouldings 'round the cabinets,” the barmaid dutifully explained.

“I really doubt that Miss Jubilee is going to look that carefully,” the hostess replied blankly.

“It's a matter o' pride, honey,” Applejack admitted as she placed her hands on the counter, finding herself staring at the girl across from her.

“Yeah well, your loss. You'll be missing an awesome night with me, just so you know.” Rainbow tilted her head and suggestively winked, to which Applejack smiled. “At least be good and keep your energy up, 'kay? Here, have a cherry, Dolly.”

Rainbow Dash held the pick up, displaying the still dripping cherries between them. With a chuckle, Applejack replied, “Naw thanks sugarcube, Ah'll pass.”

“Come on, be a good girl,” Rainbow whined cutely, puckering her lips as she brought the cherries closer to her own lips. She tactfully opened her mouth and let her tongue run along them, tasting the sweet flavour in a more than teasing way. The barmaid could not say no to that.

“Well, since y'asked so nicely,” Applejack nearly whispered, leaning further over the counter and bending down, allowing Rainbow Dash to hold the pick out to her as she took a cherry between her teeth and slid it off. As she tasted the beverage as well as something else, she agreed, “That is good.”

“Oh, baby you have no idea.” Rainbow's eyebrows bounced up and down, and Applejack really wished she did have an idea.

“Shit, you two are hilarious!” a voice barked before she burst into cackles, coming around the counter and slamming her hand on it as Applejack tried not to choke on her shock and the cherry. “It's like watching the first few minutes of a porno!”

“V-Vin-nyl,” Applejack coughed out, managing to swallow the cherry and breathe again. “A-Ah thought y'left already?”

“Forgot my phone, had to come back,” Vinyl told them as she passed by, holding up the device as to prove her point. “Glad I did, that was priceless! I had no idea it got so steamy in here at night.”

“Goodbye, Vinyl,” Applejack said evenly, hoping the cocktail server would take the hint. The girl had got her job there because she had been a good friend of Octavia's, and needed a part-time job to support her actual passion: mixing and playing music.

“Oh, don't let me interrupt.” The girl lifted up her tinted shades to show a wink before starting towards the exit. “I have a DJ gig to get to anyway. Later, peeps.”

Both Applejack and Rainbow Dash waited until they actually saw the girl leave before sighing in relief. They were both glad, however, that it was just her, and not somebody else. They looked over at each other once more, with somewhat embarrassed and also amused expressions. Rainbow Dash took another large drink before conversation started back up again.

“So, see you more tomorrow, I hope?” Rainbow suggested, tilting her head in question.

“T'morrow.” Applejack nodded in agreement before getting back to her duties.

And without another mention of the topic, the night came to an end. Rainbow Dash went on her way after she finished up the drink, and Applejack was still hard at work well past closing time. At last, though, she let herself relax for the evening, and closed up the bar herself.

Just like every visit before, the barmaid had the whole place in perfect running order by the time Jubilee's Joint opened that Thursday afternoon. However, Applejack really should have listened to Rainbow Dash, because as always, Miss Jubilee was rather unconcerned about menial cleaning duties. No, she was usually more interested in human resources.

From the moment Cherry Jubilee stepped into the Joint, which was from the rear door since she parked in the private section behind the pub, all eyes were on her. She had an unmistakable and unquestionable presence; that, plus the way she always dolled herself up, it was a wonder men and women alike didn't fawn at her feet. One set of eyes, however, was very careful and serious as they set on her, and as she finished making a few drinks, Applejack watched the woman cross the pub like she owned the place. Which, of course, she did.

The barmaid's eyes widened as she noticed Miss Jubilee catch sight of the hostess, who was busy looking like she was doing something up at the stand by the front door. From afar, it looked entirely innocent and friendly, but Applejack knew better than to trust the woman or her looks. Gulping in anticipation and uneasiness, Applejack hurriedly finished up the drinks she was working on, her hands shaking a bit as she noticed the two of them start talking.

“Well,” Miss Jubilee's deep and seductive tone swept around the hostess, causing her to turn and look at the woman. “Ah'm pleased t' see y'all becomin' a familiar face 'round here.”

“Who, me?” Rainbow Dash asked, pointing a thumb at herself and blinking.

“Who else?” Miss Jubilee laughed lightly before extending her hand to the girl, daintily leaving it in the air between them with her palm facing the floor. “Charmed t' meet ya, Ah'm Cherry Jubilee: entrepreneur, celebutante, bombshell, an' owner o' this here Joint. But y'all can just call me Cherry, sugar.”

“Cherry, huh.” Rainbow reached out and accepted the handshake, though it seemed more like the older woman was requesting a kiss on the hand or something. “I'm Rainbow, Rainbow Dash. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Oh, darlin', th' pleasure's all mine,” the boss murmured with a wink, feeling the smoothness of Rainbow's slender fingers before sliding her hand out of the exchange. “My, don't ya look cute all done up in that outfit?”

“Yeah, I heard you have a sick sense of humour, dressing us up like this.” Rainbow clicked her tongue and smirked, looking down at her vest and blouse ensemble with disdain.

“Mmm, but somethin' might be missin' here.” Miss Jubilee tilted her head and crossed one arm under the other, propping the top one up to let her cheek rest on her palm.

Her dazzling, maroon-shadowed emerald eyes trailed over the small girl's body, checking her out and objectifying her. Rainbow Dash felt more than awkward as the woman looked at her that way, and felt herself growing cold under the gaze. As if coming to some decision, Miss Jubilee raised one finger and shaped her mouth into an 'O', before gesturing to the girl's chest.

“Yea', there seems t' be a lil' somethin' lackin' here,” Cherry told her simply, and Rainbow looked down at herself.

“Like what?” Rainbow growled irritably as she understood the woman to be implying something about her small bust.

“Like...” The older woman paused to reach out with one hand and take hold of either inner corner of the girl's blouse, tugging them together and pinning them low against her chest. Rainbow's face instinctively flushed in embarrassment at the unwanted touching, but said nothing aloud as her boss examined her further, holding her still by the collar and moving a pace nearer. Rolling her plump lips before smiling, Jubilee finally spoke, “A cute tie, maybe. A bow, perhaps.”

"You think so?" Rainbow uneasily wondered, her expression narrowing as she was unsure if the woman was being serious or making a pass at her.

"Oh yea', somethin' bright red would look stunnin' on you. And you know, Ah do love havin' somethin' to grab on to," her voice dropped into sensual murmurs, and Rainbow's face twisted in bewilderment.

“M-Miss Jubilee,” a voice broke in heavily, a little out of breath. Both Cherry Jubilee and the hostess looked up the few stairs to see Applejack standing there, gripping the railing tightly as she glared down at her boss. “Can Ah talk t'you for a minute?”

“Well o'course, darlin',” Miss Jubilee grinned to see her reaction, and her eyes mercilessly perused her barmaid's body from the elevated platform of the lounge, which provided a particularly enjoyable view. “Ah'll give ya an hour, if ya need it.”

“Uh, thanks.” Applejack came down the stairs in something of a rush, taking hold of Jubilee's outstretched arm and pulling her away from Rainbow, which she did not resist.

“See ya 'round, darlin'.” Cherry cast a simple wave back to Rainbow Dash before starting down the stairs as Applejack wordlessly directed her.

Before she herself followed the woman, Applejack glanced back at Rainbow Dash. Applejack met the girl's gaze knowingly, though Rainbow was lost as to what she might have been thinking. It was clear in the barmaid's own gorgeous green eyes, she was terribly afraid. Rainbow could see worry, anxiety, regret, and some kind of protectiveness in her eyes, though she explained none if it before she nodded firmly and reluctantly went down the stairs with her boss.

Applejack willing crept into the dark passageway and stepped through the gates of hell, allowing Jubilee to unlock the office door before the two went inside. Though she wanted nothing more than to run away, she knew that for her own good, and for Rainbow's, she had to have this discussion, and put herself at risk to do it. It had surprised her, of course, that seeing Jubilee even speaking to Rainbow Dash had damn near sent her into a fury. As selfish as it sounded, she wanted the rainbow-haired girl all to herself, and wanted to protect her at all costs.

“Wha's gotten into you today?” Her boss giggled as they found their privacy.

“Miss Jubilee,” Applejack started in a low tone as she followed the woman over to her desk, her eyes daring to catch Cherry's gaze to show just how serious she was.

“Applejack, sweetheart,” Jubilee responded mockingly, pouting her lips as she whined the girl's name, which Applejack hated to hear on the woman's lips. Her fingers reached up and moved a lock of the barmaid's hair, which she knew always made the girl flinch.

“Ah'm gonna tell y'this once. Jus' once.” Applejack raised one finger in between them, and Jubilee placed a hand on her hip and made a blank-looking face as she listened to her barmaid's request, if only to humour her. “Don't y'even think 'bout goin' near Rainbow Dash, y'hear? She's a good kid, Ah won't stand for you tryin' nothing with her.”

“Why, how could y'ever think Ah'd go an' do somethin' like that?” Jubilee sounded offended by the suggestion, but with a dull expression, Applejack did not believe her false innocent act for a second. She did, however, get less confident as a grin spread across the older woman's face. “Oh, darlin', are ya jealous?”

“Jeal—what?! No!” the barmaid frantically defended herself, raising her hands in between the two of them and stepping back nervously. She frowned angrily at the prospect, hating the way the woman laughed at her like it could have ever been true. “Ah'm serious.”

“Don't you worry that pretty little head o' yours, Ah ain't gonna do nothin',” Jubilee promised her, striding the distance between them with her tall heels and slipping her fingers behind Applejack's neck, playing with her hair affectionately. “B'sides, you're more than enough t' keep me young.”

“Mmm,” Applejack grunted, making a repulsed face as she resisted the urge to slap the hand away. She would not have admitted it of course, but some attention did feel nice. Keeping on topic, she continued, “Look, we really, really haf'ta talk.”

“We can do a lot more than talk,” her boss dropped her voice into a murmur, her shimmering ruby lips teasing to meet the barmaid's. Applejack felt her hair flutter around her as the woman easily pulled the tie out, undoing her usual professional ponytail before running a hand down her spine.

“Can you... can you stop that? Ah... Ah don't wanna do this, Miss Jubilee,” the barmaid tried to tell her once more, gently and carefully pushing her away.

“Y'never did, darlin',” Cherry Jubilee reminded her with another playful smirk, pushing back against her until Applejack found her rear pressing against the L-shaped desk once more. “That's th' fun in it.”

“Why can't Ah just work for ya the honest way?” Applejack asked pleadingly, lowering her head to catch the woman's gaze and show her how sincerely she was resolved against the act.

“Ain't no more honest way than this,” she debated cleverly, her fingers dancing up Applejack's frilly uniform and pinching at the frills that bordered her breasts. She tugged at them easily and moved the fabric down the younger girl's body before leaning down and tactfully licking and sucking at her neck.

“S-Stop,” the barmaid protested louder and more adamantly, grabbing her boss by the wrists and prying her hands away. “It-it ain't fair! This ain't right, please understand.”

“Naw sug', it ain't fair.” Jubilee pulled away suddenly and bore her eyes right into Applejack's firmly. “It ain't fair that all your family's dreams rest on your shoulders, ain't fair that at any moment, it could all jus' go bankrupt,” she teased, though it sounded more like a threat, and Applejack gulped to hear it. “It ain't right for a pretty young thing like you t'have to take care'a all y'do, but here we are, ain't we?”

“Ah can work harder 'round the bar,” the barmaid negotiated, squeezing the woman's hands though her own shook fearfully. “Ah promise Ah can—anythin' y'want, please just don't make me do this any more.”

“Sorry darlin', but Ah can't lose ya that easy. You're ma favourite.” Cherry reached out and ran a finger or two along Applejack's cheek fondly, her eyes softening on the younger girl's face.

Applejack could see something there in her eyes, as much as she didn't want to. It was some fraction of adoration, though she would hesitate to call it anything more than lust. Still, she almost felt guilty about rejecting the woman so persistently, as twisted as that even sounded to her. Though at first Cherry's touches seemed delicate and innocent, her hand fell down to the barmaid's chest as it often did, and she perused it without permission.

“Now, what have Ah told ya 'bout insolence?” her voice sounded much more sinister when she said that, and Applejack felt herself grow increasingly unsettled.

“Miss Jubilee, can't you jus—?” Applejack tried to keep her focused, but the woman's strong hands wrapped around her arms and shoved her up against the desk, though several files and objects on top rustled, fell over or slipped off the desk entirely.

“If Ah hafta tell y'all t' call me Cherry one more time, you're gonna get spanked.” Miss Jubilee pushed her harder onto the desk, causing Applejack to scramble to keep her balance. Cherry grabbed her by the chin and forced her to keep looking right into her eyes, though Applejack's widened and her palms began to sweat to know what was coming next. “Oh, but don't worry darlin', what Ah have planned f' you is much, much more fun than that.”

“B-Beg pardon?” Applejack's voice came out shaky and high, her chest tightening with a sense of overwhelming shame.

With a hummed laughed, Cherry Jubilee trusted Applejack to remain still as she bent down under her desk to take hold of the handle of a small, brown briefcase. As she revealed it to the barmaid, the girl immediately recognized it and she flinched with fear as her body went cold.

“Now, do behave, ma little sugarplum,” the Joint owner warned as she placed the briefcase onto the desk and clicked the locks open in one swift motion.

“No... no, please,” the barmaid shakily and quietly spoke, shaking her head in horror as she knew just what things lurked inside that case. “Miss—Cherry, please! Ah'm askin' you nicely, stop this!”

"You're in no place t' ask at all," the irritable growl escaped her plump crimson lips like a hiss.

Leaning back over, Cherry Jubilee pressed her lips right against Applejack's, holding her still as the girl tried desperately to pull away. She frowned against the older woman's plush lips and could even taste her lipstick, which sickened her. Feeling Jubilee's tongue emerge and run along her lower lip, Applejack clamped her jaw tightly closed and was about to fight back more assertively, when the woman pulled away.

Licking her lips in enjoyment, her boss whispered, “Mmm, save your energy, beg me later.”

Miss Jubilee's hungry fingers drummed over the top of the briefcase before she pulled it open. Though the contents made her uneasy, Applejack could not look away as more and more of it was revealed to her once more. She rarely got to see inside, but now that she could, it entranced her in the most twisted and fearful way. All down the bottom and strapped to the top, there was a plethora of different sexual tools. Applejack could name a few, some that she had seen before and others she had unfortunately felt, and she mentally wondered how long it would take her to sprint to the door or how many steps she could take before Jubilee would catch her.

“What... what're y'gonna do?” Applejack asked shyly, pinning her knees together and sinking between her shoulders.

“Oh, Cherry's got a special punishment in mind f'you, darlin',” the woman easily replied, her fingers dancing and tracing along several objects before she found the perfect one, which Applejack could not see from her position. “Today, Ah think Ah'll use ma favourite toy.”

“Is it gonna... hurt?” the barmaid found herself wondering, contorting her face into worry.

“Oh, sugar no... unless you want it to?” The woman laughed at Applejack's uncomfortable expression before revealing the object.

It was small, that was the first thing that came to Applejack's mind. It looked much less threatening than she thought, as it was just a little, red object. As she looked a little closer, she could identify the thing as a little cherry, and resisted the urge to force a laugh at how odd it was for a grown woman to have a play thing that was so reminiscent of her own name. She turned it in her fingers, the maroon hue of her fingernails matching the dark crimson of the object, and Applejack noticed it was clearly made of some kind of plastic.

“Here it is. Y'all can call it, ma very own, lovely little...” Jubilee's lips curved around the words as she came over to Applejack, placing one hand on her knee and holding the object in plain sight as she named it, “Cherry Bomb.”

Applejack blinked at the name, and just had to ask, “... Bomb?”

“Oh, don't worry, it ain't an actual bomb, Ah ain't that sick.” She laughed at the mere idea, but her hand moved up a bit and traced between Applejack's thighs, her fingers sliding roughly between them. “Ah'd tell y'what it does, but... that'd ruin th' s'prise.”

“P-please, don't,” Applejack frantically began to squirm and fight the woman, but found her rather skilled at working around such protests. Feeling her whole body flush hot as the woman made her way between her legs and reached under her skirt, Applejack resorted to pleading once more, “Cherry, stop it... Ah'll be... good, Ah mean it. Don't!” Her words were stalled each time Cherry made her way further towards her destination, or when the woman squeezed her thigh hard and caused her minor pain.

She knew she needed to fight back, she needed to get this woman as far away from her as possible. But she knew too well that Miss Jubilee loved it when she fought back, and protesting only ever served to spur her on. So then, what was she to do?

“Shh, jus' relax, darlin'... tha's right,” Cherry soothed her, rubbing her hand along the inside of her thigh as if she would obey.

Applejack squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back, biting her shouts and violent reactions back as best she could. As little as she wanted any of this, she could not bring herself to be gutsy enough to hit the woman or something more extreme, and throw her business at risk. Besides that, shouting for help was not a viable option, it would be humiliating and devastating.

Though she tried her best not to focus on it, she could feel the woman's skilful fingers tracing her beneath her undergarments, which she bypassed from the side without hesitation. A low groan came from her lips as she felt the cooler object slide inside of her, and though it felt foreign and larger than she expected, she tried to relax and let it be over with. Cherry's fingers followed it dutifully, making certain it was in deep enough to hit just the right spot.

“Now, see? That wasn't s'bad, was it?” Miss Jubilee asked in a murmur over her pouted lips, taking the moment as Applejack was distracted to kiss her again and move the tips of her fingers around inside her, much to her disdain.

“A-Ah don't like it,” Applejack admitted with a huff, adjusting herself on the desk as she felt the uncomfortable intrusion sitting dormant and deep. “Why are y'doin' this?”

“Don't like it? Are y'sure?” her employer ignored the question as she leaned down to get a better look, noticing the subtle slickness that was apparent between the girl's legs.

“That ain't a conscious reaction an' you know it,” Applejack barked back irritably, though she found herself thinking about just what trouble she could get into if she stole Miss Jubilee's little treasure chest and used it on Rainbow Dash. Shaking her head, she knew she didn't want the girl anywhere near her mind while she was in this situation.

“Oh Ah know, sugar, just looks like ain't no one been takin' care o' you, that right?” Cherry asked in an innocent voice, her thumb pressing against a sensitive nub that always made Applejack's right leg twitch.

“W-Well,” Applejack's voice fell into a mutter, as she had no answer for that. It was true, after all, that time spent with Rainbow Dash had made her grow frustrated, eager for release that they just hadn't had the opportunity to get to working out.

“What do you think Cherry is here for? T' take care o' you, darlin'.” Miss Jubilee spread Applejack's legs a little farther and bent down, her hot breath breezing over the barmaid's bare thighs.

“Stop! Don't do that,” Applejack kicked a bit and managed to scoot back on the desk enough to keep herself away from the woman. “Y'can't keep doin' this t' me, Ah won't let you. What if... what if Ah tell someone?”

“Listen t' you, all fired up.” Cherry grinned to hear an attempt at a threat, and placed her hands on either side of Applejack's hips before pushing her weight onto the desk and leaning closer, her body sliding between Applejack's knees. “You an' Ah both know y'ain't got a spec o' proof, a lady like me knows how t' cover her tracks. An' even if y'did have somethin' on me, you ain't gonna tell, you're too loyal for your own good. T' your family, t' your business, and t' me.”

“Don't put words in ma mouth.” The barmaid frowned.

“Maybe somethin' else,” Jubilee hardly got the words out before her lips were on Applejack's, and her tongue wormed its way into her mouth with more grace than the girl could negate.

Applejack whined into the kiss, though she felt more like whimpering and breaking down into tears. She was loyal, but she used to pride herself even more on her honesty. And now, thanks to this dirty, abusive woman, she was robbed of that. There was someone who she wanted to be those things for, she wanted so badly to be loyal and honest and good... for Rainbow Dash. But this, this was a betrayal, and it made her sick to her stomach.

“Stop,” Applejack repeated into the woman's mouth, and she felt her fingers dig into Jubilee's shoulders as her strong arms pushed her away.

“You're so mean, Applejack,” Cherry complained, and Applejack was startled by the childish tone she forged for it. “Here Ah am bein' nothin' but good t' you, givin' y'all a job, sellin' your cider, an' taking care'a you like only a woman can,” her voice dropped lower as her mouth did, and Applejack felt the woman's tongue on her neck and a hand sliding into her shirt. Being a diplomatic woman, Applejack allowed her to finish what she was saying, and even listened, “Sometimes, Ah jus' feel like you're takin' advantage of me.”

“Ah wouldn't do that, Ah swear,” Applejack told her softly, suddenly feeling a whole lot more guilty and sad for the woman. She grunted as she felt Jubilee's tongue trace her collar bone, and swallowed as she tried to come up with something decent to say. “I don't mean t'hurt your feelin's or nothin', honest, Ah just—?” Applejack paused as she realized just what was going on, and that she was being deceived. “H-Hey! You're sick, y'know that?”

“Aww, that didn't work?” Cherry grinned widely as Applejack tried to push her off again. “Well, Ah like it better when y'struggle, anyway.”

“Get off.” Applejack shoved her again, thought she felt the woman's thigh grind between her legs again and again. “Seriously! Tha's enough!”

And just like that, some of Applejack's frustration was unleashed in a firm, aggressive shove. She had never been physical with the woman, at least not like that, but for a second, she was free. That is, until Cherry Jubilee retaliated with a hard slap across her face. Sent reeling, Applejack caught herself by slamming her hand back down on the desk, though the shock was still apparent across her face just as the light pink mark across her cheek became. Before she got a chance to process what had happened, she felt her employer's fingers tangle up in her hair and yank her back to the edge of the desk before pulling her head backwards, exposing her neck and putting her in a terribly awkward and submissive position.

“What did Ah tell y'all 'bout insolence, again?” Cherry's voice was laced with poison, and Applejack could feel her eyes water as the image before her blurred just a bit. “Now, Ah was gonna be nice and treat ya today, but Ah have a better idea.”

“W-What?” Applejack managed to speak in a strained voice.

“Looks like ma little barmaid needs t' learn a lesson 'bout just who th' boss is 'round here,” Jubilee's words contrasted the careful and affectionate way she released Applejack and brushed her blonde hair back out of her face. She forcefully kissed the barmaid once more, and shoved her tongue deep into the girl's unresponsive mouth for a few near painful seconds, before she stepped back.

Applejack huffed a relieved breath and Miss Jubilee removed the pressure from between her legs, though she could still feel the strange object pressing against particularly favourable spots inside of her. Carefully watching the woman, Applejack noticed her remove another small item out of the briefcase before she closed it back up and locked it. The woman held it out between them, and Applejack noticed a few small buttons across it, and wondered what those could have possibly been for.

“This, darlin',” Miss Jubilee spoke as her eyes dropped down to the still visible space between Applejack's legs, which the barmaid was afraid to close. “Is why that Cherry Bomb is so... excitin'.”

Her finger pressed on one of the buttons, and Applejack's whole body seemed to twitch and convulse. She moaned loudly before she realized what was happening, and felt herself heat up at the pleasurable stimulation she felt from inside of her. Her back was against the desk in an instant as she lost the ability to sit upright, and her eyes closed up for a few seconds in reluctant enjoyment. The Cherry Bomb hummed lightly as it vibrated against her tight walls, and though she was inclined to clench up her knees or reach down and remove the object, she found it hard to do much of anything.

“If you s' much as reach on down an' curiously touch what Ah have s' generously lent ya,” Miss Jubilee warned, shadows falling around her already dangerous looking eyes and frightening Applejack into horror. “Consider y'self unemployed. Do Ah make m'self clear, darlin'?”

Applejack trembled as she tried to speak a coherent response, though all she managed was a couple tired nods of the head and a grunted, “U-Uh-huh.”

“Good.” A sneaky grin crept across her face as her hand played around on Applejack's thighs once more. “Then get on back t' work, Ah ain't payin' ya t' lay around.”

“Y-ya can't... be serious...?” the barmaid huffed with begging eyes, her fingers shaking as she tried to even get a grip on the desk to pull herself up.

“Try me,” Cherry lowly growled, and Applejack knew just how serious she really was.

As Applejack tried to get a hold of herself long enough to make it to her feet, Cherry tucked the remote into what little space there was between her large breasts. Wobbling uneasily as she slid off the desk, Applejack accidentally had to reach out and grip Miss Jubilee for support, which the woman found hilarious. The barmaid grumbled lowly as she forced herself away from her boss, her steps uneven and weak. Tying her hair back up clumsily, she made her way to the door, moving through determination and will power alone. As the reached for the knob, though, Miss Jubilee grabbed it first and pulled it open, leaning against the door and allowing her barmaid to exit first.

“Oh come now, Ah can't miss this. Watchin' is ma favourite part. An' Ah have t' make sure y'ain't gonna sneak around and take it out,” Miss Jubilee said as she watched the girl summon her courage and walk out of the office with minimal trouble. “B'sides, Ah gotta stay in range.”

Applejack glanced over at the woman to notice her pull the remote from her cleavage just enough to remind her of it before nestling it back in. Following a grouchy exhale, the barmaid's head dropped and she stared at her feet as she stepped down the hallway. With her bright red face, which still tingled from the slap, she felt like everyone would be able to see right through her. She reached up self consciously as rubbed the back of her hand against her lips, wiping any potential lipstick residue as she had become accustomed to doing.

Managing somehow to get back up the stairs while her loins felt like they were on fire and soaking right through her underwear, Applejack had never felt more objectified. She could feel Miss Jubilee's eyes on her —all over her in fact— but could do nothing to stop it. As she reached the top of the stairs, she was glad that Rainbow Dash was no where in sight. There was no way she could face the girl like that, especially feeling so disgusting and horrible. She felt as though shame was stuck to her whole body like a shadow.

She hurried back up to her bar, feeling much safer behind the wide counter where half of her body was obscured entirely. As she made it back to her post, she noticed that there were but a few drink receipts printed up at the end of the bar, as often servers would type them in at serving stations and she would receive the order up at the bar. She swallowed nervously before she forced an attempt to make them, finding her mind mostly lost as to how to make some of the most simple drinks. As she fumbled through her work, Miss Jubilee teasingly leaned over the swinging door and teetered back and forth on it in amusement.

“An' here Ah thought Ah hired th' best barmaid in all o' Ponyville,” she spoke up with a cheeky smirk.

“Ah ain't never done this... when I'm... like this,” Applejack couldn't even say it, her face getting redder with embarrassment and humiliation.

“Practise makes perfect, darlin'.” Cherry reached into her bosom and took hold of the remote between her index and middle fingers, pulling it out high enough to notice the intensity dials.

“What're you—?!” Applejack gasped and grabbed the counter suddenly as she felt the vibration increase, actually pulsing through her body so roughly it felt like someone was inside of her, penetrating her. “H-heavens, y'try'na kill me?!”

“Naw, just torture.” Cherry winked at her, watching as the girl's knees buckle as she desperately fought something that felt so good.

“You're... sa-sadistic,” came another tired heave.

It made her feel sick to think that she might have possibly enjoyed it, even just the physical feeling of the toy inside of her. But no matter how her body felt as the thing shook her to the core, she had never hated someone like she hated Miss Jubilee, especially for doing things so cruel to her. Noticing someone approaching from the other end of the bar by the service aisle, Applejack wilfully straightened herself and tried to put on a casual smile.

“Oh, there you are, I was trying you in the office,” Twilight Sparkle said as she hung up the phone she had up to her ear, looking over at Jubilee. “I thought we could go over that checklist of repairs quickly.”

“Mm, that sounds like work, sugar.” Miss Jubilee frowned as she looked over at the supervisor, but pushed off the swinging door anyway. Glancing back at Applejack, she added, “Y'all better not go anywhere, Ah ain't done with ya yet.”

“Y-Yes ma'am,” Applejack breathlessly agreed, waiting until the two went down the stairs before sighing in relief.

Her body slumped against the counter, her legs shifting and grinding back and forth in a pleasing way. The vibration still hummed inside of her, and showed no signs of slowing down at all. She huffed a slow breath as her trembling hand ran through her hair, and she was finally able to rest her head against her palm and close her eyes. But that did not last.

“Evening Dolly,” Rainbow Dash's voice startled her, and she glanced up with a frightened yet fond expression. The girl leaned over the bar right across from her, so near Applejack could feel her words tingling against her skin as she spoke, “Just thought I'd drop in and say hi, check on my favourite barmaid. How's it going?”

“Huh?” Applejack hadn't been listening, as she had been so entranced by the girl's lips, but she put it together in her head before replying in a strained voice, “Ah've... been better.”

“Oh? Is that so?” The hostess inched closer, her lips taunting Applejack's flushed face as they danced so near to her cheek and ear. Whispering in a husky voice, she went on, “Maybe I can help you out... make your night a little nicer, hmm?”

“Hnng...” Applejack stifled a moan as she felt herself grow increasingly aroused by the proposition, her chest tightening with desire. Nearly collapsing onto the counter or the floor right there, she managed to keep up the conversation, “Rainbow, y'really, really ain't gotta do that.”

“Come on,” the girl whined in an adorable voice, and Applejack resisted the urge to grab her and pull her across the counter. “After work, maybe we could swing by my place, bed's big enough for two, you know. Oh, and I do have a storage closet, if you'd prefer.”

“T-That sounds... ooh, uh, w-we'll talk 'bout it, Dash, A-Ah swear.” Applejack winced as she felt herself growing nearer and nearer to some end, just being near the girl giving her all kinds of motivation. She blinked, trying to stay focused and in control though her words fell out of her mouth almost randomly, “Ah'd love to, Ah'm just a little, uh, just a bit distracted right now.”

“We'll talk?” Rainbow Dash leaned back, and Applejack's heart broke as she saw the girl's hurt expression. She hadn't meant to come off as rejecting her, but there was no way she could handle being around her when trying to fight off sexual pleasures, it drove her mad. Rainbow acted aloof though, taking it as best she could. “Well, okay then. That's cool.”

Abruptly, Applejack felt the vibrations increase dramatically, and with it, her lasciviousness. Miss Jubilee must have been playing with her even from some distance away. Her mouth tried for words several times but her mind was blank, the only thing captivating her being Rainbow Dash, as had become normal for her now.

Applejack's head tilted to the side as her resolve wavered, as her eyes fondled the girl's body. Her fingers twitched with the urge to feel her again, and she swallowed before more words came tumbling out without being filtered, “Ugh, Ah jus' wanna rip your clothes off an' lick y'all over.”

Rainbow Dash's face went pale and blank as she heard that, and she looked incredulously over at the barmaid, who was still struggling to get a hold of herself. “Wait, what?”

“Nothin', Ah'm just... thinkin' out loud. But... mmm, but if Ah could just hold y'right between my—no, no sorry, just, just ignore me.” Applejack grabbed the counter and squeezed, clenching her eyes shut as she tried desperately to get the tantalizing images out of her head. She could feel herself brimming, and the moisture and heat between her legs was impossible to ignore. “Y-y'all should get on, Miss Jubilee's 'round, an', an' she'll be mad if y'look...” Gorgeous, is what she wanted to say. Irresistible, perhaps. “Like... you ain't workin'.”

“You sure you're okay?” Leaning back over the counter, Rainbow Dash reached out and placed her warm, comforting hand right on Applejack's. Their bright eyes met between them lovingly, and Applejack was engulfed in the ecstasy of their simple reunion. “Dolly?”

Her whole body tensed up and a whimper escaped her throat as she climaxed right there. It took a few seconds for her to drop back down from a cloud in heaven and realize what had happened, and as she did, she noticed Rainbow Dash looking at her with wonder and concern. Embarrassed, Applejack dropped her bright red face down a bit and managed to hold herself up by her arms rather than her unresponsive legs. Feeling the tickling sensation of liquid sliding down her inner thigh, she resisted the urge to whine again or reach down and wipe it off, since that would have raised questions or given her away. Her heart was racing, pounding hard against her ribs, but she swallowed her arousal and pride to raise her head and display a tired yet blissful smile.

“Yea'... Ah'm, uh,” her voice sounded odd, but her hot hand squeezed Rainbow's right back as she stared at her affectionately. With but one more lie, she replied, “Ah'm great.”

Hearing the clacking of heels, Applejack released the girl across from her at once, her face falling again as she anxiously glanced over at the woman who approached them from down the stairs. Rainbow Dash took the barmaid's advice and went back across the lounge and down the stairs, though not without a worried and suspicious gaze planted in her wake.

As she left, Applejack gave up holding her brave face, as she knew it would hardly fool Miss Jubilee anyway. Turning around and resting her rear against the lower shelf of the counter, Applejack let out a long held sigh and put her weight on her hands, leaning backwards onto the counter. The swinging door was pushed open as her employer came behind the bar, and Applejack had no time to clean or compose herself after what had just happened. The vibrations continued interminably, and Applejack was more than exhausted and humiliated.

“Stop... make it stop,” her voice came out raspy as she tried to put more force into it, flinching as the vibration rubbed against her now much more sensitive loins. “P-please, Ah can't take it—Ah can't!”

Jubilee came right over to her without hesitation, her salacious gaze ravishing her barmaid until she felt like a worthless whore. The woman caught sight of the glistening liquid that slipped down her leg and found it endearing, remarking on it instantly, “Well, lookie here, someone's makin' a mess behind ma bar.”

Cherry Jubilee reached down between her barmaids legs and ran a finger up the slick line that had dripped the lowest, coating the tip of her digit in Applejack's pleasure. Though Applejack made a broken and horrified face as the woman neared her most intimate of parts, she did not push her away—if she even could— and merely watched with blurring eyes. Bringing her now wet and even possibly dripping finger to her lips, Cherry licked off the abundance of moisture and took half of her finger into her mouth.

“Lemme take it out, please.” Applejack shook her head, resisting the urge to do so without permission as she knew what that would mean for her business and family. “Ah will get on ma knees and beg ya, Cherry. Ah need it out, All do whatever y'ask. Ah'll be better, Ah will.”

“While the thought of you on y'knees sure is temptin'...” Miss Jubilee leaned forward and made the face she always made before shoving her tongue into Applejack's mouth, though she held off this time. She noticed the way her barmaid remained obediently still and even looked right into her eyes like a sad puppy. In fact, the girl was damn near in tears. “It does look like y'learned your lesson.”

“A-Ah did, Ah swear Ah did,” she agreed, nodding furiously at the hope of getting out of the situation already. If she could bring herself to lie to Rainbow Dash, she could surely do it with no qualms to Miss Jubilee.

“Al'right then sugar, y'all can take it out,” Jubilee finally gave her permission. Applejack immediately pushed off the counter and went to run to the bathroom, but Cherry caught her by the wrist and stalled her. “But Ah want it back. An' don't y'dare wash it first.”

“R-Right,” Applejack twitched with a sniff and tried to hide the heaving of her chest as sobs clambered to the surface.

As she fought the tears and pleasures enough to break into a hurried step, she passed a curious Twilight Sparkle who approached the bar, greeting her, “Hey, Applejack, I—?” The barmaid raced past her with her head hanging and flustered, and for once, that did not go unnoticed by the supervisor. “Applejack? Um... What's wrong with her?”

“Beats me,” Miss Jubilee passively responded, though a smirk crept onto one side of her face. “Poor darlin' must jus' b' havin' a rough day.”

That was an understatement, as the barmaid hurried into the staff bathroom down the hall. She closed the door up behind her aggressively and wasted not a moment reaching down between her legs and negotiating the small object out of her. With a disgusted expression, she shakily removed it, which was difficult considering she was almost in hysterics and was still impressively wet. Slamming the bright red and sopping wet object onto the counter, she stifled her weeps and tears long enough to snatch handfuls of paper towel and clean herself off. The Cherry Bomb only hummed for a couple more seconds before it switched off, which must have been the doing of the woman up at the bar.

As she shoved the dampened paper towel into the garbage can, she caught sight of herself in the mirror above the counter. Salted water immediately began pouring down her cheeks, and she hated the face she made when she cried, as she thought it looked nothing less than pathetic. One hand covered her mouth as more deplorable gasps and sobs came out erratically, though it hardly stifled them, while the other ran through her hair and gripped at it, hating how it reminded her of when Cherry Jubilee had done it.

“Damn it,” Applejack murmured through her weeping, wiping at her eyes again and again as if trying to stuff the tears back inside. “Ah'm s-so sorry... Rainbow...”

That was truly what upset her the most, what she had done to Rainbow Dash. Not only did she feel like a liar and a cheat, but in trying to keep the girl out of her tangled mess of relations, she had hurt her even more. Looking back up to her reddening eyes, all she wanted to do was smash her fists against the mirror, regardless of the potential injury. She realized then that the only person she hated more than Cherry Jubilee... was herself.

“Applejack? I know you're in there,” accompanied a knock or two, and Applejack recognized the speaker as Twilight Sparkle.

Sniffing and clearing her throat quietly, the barmaid promptly responded as casually as she could, “Oh, Ah'll be out in a minute, Twi.”

“Let me in,” she continued firmly, her hand trying the knob.

“Just a minute,” Applejack tried again, turning on the tap and running her hands under it to test the temperature, as she wanted to splash some onto her hot face.

“I know you're crying,” those words stopped her still, and her body went cold.

Sighing, Applejack reached over and unlocked the door with a turn of her hand before doing the same to the tap. She noticed the Cherry Bomb still sitting on the counter and hurriedly scooped it up, though it left a few drops of liquid behind. Leaning over the counter patiently, Applejack waited as Twilight opened up the bathroom door and stepped inside.

“What happened?” Twilight asked carefully, tilting her head and trying to catch the barmaid's gaze.

“Ain't nothin' t' worry 'bout, honest,” Applejack blankly responded, not sounding the least bit convincing.

“If it's enough to make you cry, it must be a doozy,” the supervisor tried for a joke, placing her hand on Applejack's shoulder as the two shared small smiles.

“Ah just ain't havin' th' best day,” the barmaid said, which was true, though it left a good deal out. “Maybe Ah'm just overreactin' 'r somethin'. Ah'll be fine.”

“You're nothing if not stubborn,” Twilight told her, leaning against the counter and brushing a damp lock of hair out of Applejack's face. “But remember, AJ: I'm not just a co-worker, or a supervisor. I'm your friend, too. I'm here if you need me, okay?”

Applejack nodded a few times, her smile melting warmly though her chest was still tight and guilty. She looked over at her supervisor gratefully. “Yea', Ah know. Thanks, Twi.”

In unison, the two turned to each other and embraced in a comforting hug. It did feel nice to have someone so supportive right there at arm's length, but Applejack knew that she could not tell her about anything important. Besides, the person she wanted to confide in most was Rainbow Dash, and she knew telling her any of it would likely crush her and force them apart. Glancing over Twilight's shoulder, Applejack looked at the little Cherry Bomb in her fingers as it glistened under the fluorescent lighting. She opened her palm once more and let it fall back inside and out of sight.

Author's Notes:

Well... that was interesting to write. You could probably tell something bad was going to happen once you read the title of the chapter. Usually I hate messing with my OTP, but... I decided to try something a little different. If you didn't hate Cherry already, you probably do now.

So, well... tell me what you thought!

Also, you probably noticed the new cover picture. I admit I am nothing compared to the glasworks and askhumanappledash tumblr artists, whose collaborative image I had as a temporary cover, but I do like to use my own images for covers so... yeah. Arby did do the colouring for me, which I adore. If you have any ideas for more fanart I could whip up, tell me!! I'll put it on my to-do list.