The barmaid heaved a heavy sigh as she finished placing the new kegs close together in a simple and convenient pattern. Wiping her brow of some imagined sweat, she squatted down in front of the familiarly labelled casks. Reaching up, she plucked at the uneven corner of the pressed sticker before running her thumb along the edge and correcting the odd wrinkle. A great, proud smile crossed her face as she could call such a thing her own, and she got back to her feet to gaze lovingly down at it.

“Thanks for helpin' me lug it all in, Mac.” Applejack beamed as she glanced back at her older brother, who was jotting down the numbers onto his delivery clipboard.

“Eeyup,” the man agreed firmly, scratching the stubble under his chin with a hissing noise. “Ah still can't believe she's lettin' ya carry this on draught.”

“Well, our seasonal stuff was back-ordered, y'see,” the young barmaid explained cheerily. “So Miss Jubilee asked if Ah had anythin' special, an' o'course Ah did.”

“Sure helps us out,” Big Mac plucked his hat off and ran his hand through his hair before pulling it back on tighter. “With th' extra revenue this'll turn over, Hearth's Warmin' dinner's gonna be mighty fine this year.”

“Ah reckon so,” Applejack concurred, finding the seasonal nozzle on the wall by the rest of them and starting to affix it to the nearest keg.

“So, what's th' compensation f' all this?” Mac asked simply, glancing up from his clipboard at Applejack, who went still.

“Uh, beg pardon?” the barmaid shakily questioned, nervously looking back at her brother.

She hadn't told Big Mac anything about what Miss Jubilee had been making her do on the side, and she wanted to keep it that way. Surely she had heard him wrong or misunderstood his intentions, but the idea his words provoked made her uneasy. Would Miss Jubilee want something more from the barmaid in exchange for carrying her family's craft?

“Y'know, did y'give 'er a discount for th' bulk purchase?” Mac inquired easily, business-minded as usual.

“Oh, yea', o'course.” Applejack shuffled around, biting at her cheek and pretending to be distracted.

“Good, Ah'll go jot up a receipt,” he said as he opened the door to the small room, letting his younger sister leave first before following.

They emerged around the corner behind the bar, as that was where they kept all the kegs and extra bottles, in the liquor storage room. Applejack led him behind the bar before going over to the draught handles and unscrewing the blank one reserved for seasonal draughts. Big Mac handed her the one they had hand-carved, which displayed the Sweet Apple Acres logo and was shaped as their signature crop.

“Ah hope it sells,” the barmaid said as she finished screwing the tap handle on right, making sure it was positioned correctly.

“Well, Ah think Ah know one patron who'll love a taste o' your namesake.” Big Mac smirked as he glanced over his shoulder, nodding down the stairs towards the girl by the front door.

Tensing up, Applejack anxiously met his eye-line before following it down to the host in question. There she was, hair as bright and multi-coloured as ever, stance as casual and bored as always. The barmaid gulped slowly as her eyes took the liberty of tracing at her body, though she knew it was not very professional of her to do so. In her endearingly somewhat-masculine uniform vest and button-up shirt, the girl did look quite desirable, and Applejack could not help herself.

The barmaid had not told her brother much about the girl, really, but he did know that she had been a good customer of hers whom she had made a plethora of drinks for. However, noticing the way she ogled and stared at the hostess, Big Mac had a creeping suspicion of his own. Forcing a light laugh, Applejack fumbled the pitcher she had grabbed to fill and start up the new keg, but managed to keep a hold of it.

“Oh, Rainbow Dash? Ah'm sure she'll give it a try,” Applejack hummed pleasantly, acting aloof.

“Ah'm sure,” he repeated in a low chuckle, agreeing. “Al'right, Ah'll leave this with y'all, Ah'm gotta head out. Don't be a stranger, AJ.” Her brother placed the receipt into the book as usual and turned to leave, nodding back at her.

“Yea', drive safe Mac, roads 're still slippery,” she warned him, watching him leave.

“Eeyup,” he responded as he turned the corner and exited the way he came.

The usual, inherent smile across her lips slipped off slowly once the older man left, and she got back to her work. Still, as she picked and plucked unhappily at the small raised corner of the tap handle, her eyes focused instead on the girl at the door. It seemed that no matter how distracted she kept herself, she could not keep her mind, heart, or eyes away. Ever since they had begun spending time together, touching and kissing and flirting, she was far too invested in the possibility of something steady between the two. She groaned to herself, clenching her eyes shut and trying to force the attraction out of her attention.

Down the stairs from her, unbeknownst to the barmaid, Rainbow Dash was not having any easier of a time. Remembering the rush of each individual and perfect kiss, the feeling of napping briefly under Applejack's arm, the tingling of the home-made gloves on her hands— all of it, it drove her mad. Groaning in the same tune of the mixologist, despite neither of them being aware of such a thing, the rainbow-haired hostess resisted the urge to slam her head against the host stand.

Seeing as how it was so slow, Rainbow Dash amused herself by placing her hands on the stand and propping her weight up on it bit by bit, wondering how much it could take. She imagined Applejack picking her up and placing her on the stand, doing all kinds of awful things to her that made the object rock back and forth. She shook her head though, knowing such a thought was not even close to safe for work. She cringed as she heard the off-key humming of a girl approaching from behind, and tried to look less pathetic than she was.

“Long time no see, Dash!” Pinkie Pie chimed, finishing tying up her apron again, as the strings hugged her somewhat wide midsection quite tightly.

“It's only been a few days,” Rainbow Dash murmured grouchily.

“Aww, what's got you down?” The frizzy-haired server swung around the host stand and leaned down on it, plopping her head onto her hands and her elbows on the stand. Rainbow Dash frowned at this, as the look of the girl draped over it so obnoxiously shattered her previous appealing fantasy.

“Nothing,” the host sighed out as she turned her head habitually in the direction of the bar. Her eyes settled on the barmaid again, and she swallowed slowly once she noticed the woman reach up to grab one of the hanging glasses in the stemware rack.

“Nothing at all?” Pinkie grabbed the wax pencil from the host stand and doodled on the plastic cover for the floor plan, which Rainbow Dash used to mark down dirty or occupied tables. “Are you sure?”

Glancing down, Rainbow Dash noticed the server scribble a somewhat lopsided heart on the board, which was upside down to the drawer but correctly flipped to the host. Her eyebrows furrowed as the girl proceeded to pierce the heart with an arrow, the tip of which was pointed right up to the barmaid. Rainbow followed the arrow and found herself looking at Applejack once again, her own heart pounding in response.

Without acknowledging her suspicions that Pinkie Pie must have figured out her desires, she responded ambiguously, “Have you ever wanted something so badly, it, like, physically hurts?”

“Yes,” Pinkie agreed, getting back to doodling. This time, she drew a long line before going back and drawing one nearly parallel to it, making it look like some kind of stiff shaft. Rainbow Dash widened her eyes at the possibilities, but nearly slapped herself in the face once Pinkie doodled big, puffy rounds at the larger end, narrating, “Cotton candy.”

“Cotton—?!” Rainbow huffed a laugh, shaking her head solemnly. “No, never mind. It's not the same thing.”

“Of course it's not, silly.” The frizzy-haired server pushed off the host stand and skipped around it, a smile clear on her face. With a giggle, Pinkie reached out and poked Rainbow Dash right in the side, making her twitch. “Cotton candy never wants me back.”

Blinking in surprise, Rainbow Dash was only able to respond with a dumb, “Huh?”

She frowned as she watched Pinkie stifle another few giggles before going back around the corner to the main restaurant section of the pub. Feeling her palms begin to sweat, she clapped them lightly against her pants, straightening the cuffs on her blouse and the buttons on her so-called lame vest. She checked the time displayed on the corded business phone to her left, noticing that though it was getting later, and very little had happened in the last hour or so. No surprise for the usual beloved Tuesday night.

After glancing back up the small couple stairs to the lounge two or three times, Rainbow Dash made up her mind. Taking great wide steps large enough to clear two steps, which was quite the stride for a girl Rainbow Dash's size, she made her way up into the lounge. Meanwhile, Applejack was busy making sure the draught tap was working well, pouring some traces of the new liquid into her jug until it was no longer just foamy head. She let it flow out of the tap just a few seconds longer, her eyes adoring the smooth, deep golden orange-red-colour of the beverage.

The tap flicked off abruptly, falling with a clunk back into place. Applejack glanced up from the settling liquid to see Rainbow Dash leaning right over the wide counter, having plucked the handle back into place curiously. She read the label, but it still seemed foreign to her. From such a position, Applejack could clearly see almost entirely down the girl's shirt, though she voiced no complaints.

“Hey Dolly,” Rainbow kicked her feet up and down, as she was leaning so far over the counter she picked them up off the ground, and rested on her elbows, which served to push her modest breasts up considerably. “What's this stuff?”

“It's a Sweet Apple Acres speciality,” the barmaid responded promptly, resting her hand on the top of the handmade tap handle and smirking a crooked, dimple-dotted smile. “Applejack.”

She was much more accustomed to seeing it in a barrel, or bottles as they often packaged it. It did take a good deal of effort to make properly, as the freeze-distillation could easily be messed up. By now though, she knew the recipe, times and preparation off hand, and made some of the finest brew in her whole family. Rainbow Dash gaped at her to hear that, though it did sound familiar the more she thought about it. Glancing down at the barmaid's name-tag, her face scrunched up in wonder.

“... Wait, like... like your name?” Rainbow asked in an incredulous voice, her expression suddenly jumping to excitement. “No, seriously?! What, were you named after the stuff?”

Applejack frowned in embarrassment, remarking, “Oh like 'Rainbow Dash' is so much better.”

“Yeah, it's the name of some badass future Wonderbolt,” the hostess said with an expressive wink. Noticing the way Applejack remained quiet and unresponsive, Rainbow Dash reached across the counter and touched her chin, raising it so their eyes met once more. “Come on babe, don't be stingy. I like your name, it's rugged and charming and stuff.”

“Y'do?” the barmaid asked hopefully, feeling her chest tighten at the touch.

“Duh!” Rainbow Dash broke into a beaming grin, pushing off the counter and coming around behind the bar instead. “I like everything about you.”

“Yea', Ah'm sure,” Applejack murmured, pouring some of the beverage into a smaller glass and shifting it around.

“Oh, I really do,” Ra.nbow slunk closer, peering over her shoulder as Applejack studied the texture of the liquid. Applejack paused as she felt Rainbow's warmth so near, and tilted her head to the side to listen. “Every,” she whispered against the barmaid's neck as she nuzzled against it, taking in the scent of her hair. “Little,” she continued, her hand tracing the girl's defined hip and pressing her chest against Applejack's back. “Bit.”

“Mmm, what're y'doin'?” Applejack mumbled in a hum, enjoying the closeness perhaps a bit too much. She was only glad the lounge was empty at that moment, which was never surprising considering guests often preferred the luxury of booths. “You're gonna get us in trouble.”

“Baby, I'm nothing but trouble,” Rainbow spoke into her skin again, kissing her sensually and gingerly once under the jaw.

“Uh, well...” Applejack cleared her throat, trying to negotiate the intimacy out of a supposedly professional situation, something she had failed to do many times. “Since this here drink is new, everyone's gotta try some, so they can recommend it an' all. Want a sip?”

“Do I?!” Rainbow chirped more excitedly, releasing her hold on the barmaid so the girl could turn around and present her with the glass.

Taking the glass in two hands, Rainbow Dash brought it to her lips, and stalled sipping only for a quick whiff. It was stuffed right up with the familiar scent of apples, and the more than familiar scent of alcohol. She could tell already that it was stronger than the usual Apple Cider that the barmaid provided, but she was eager to try this new beverage. The cool liquid touched her lips at once, and it tingled pleasantly all the while as it went down her throat. Her lips puckered as she thoroughly enjoyed the trademark rustic flavour, something that might have reminded her of old cask packaging if she knew anything about it.

As she finished her gulp, her eyes flashed up at the barmaid over the rim of the glass. A devious grin crept across her features, and Applejack wondered just what might have been going through her mind. Rainbow Dash casually shrugged and placed the glass on the counter, licking her lips once more.

“Not bad,” Rainbow revealed as her finger ran around the rim, her daring eyes tracing the body of the girl in front of her instead. “But...” Rainbow stepped closer at once, pouting her lips temptingly and loving the way Applejack stared at them lustfully like she was called by some siren to do so. “I want a taste of the real thing.”

“Th' real...?” Applejack realized what she intended as the girl tilted her head and smirked. Swallowing nervously, the barmaid nodded absently and huffed a simple, “Oh.”

“Mhmm.” Rainbow Dash reached out and twirled the loose string on the tied bow of Applejack's laced ensemble. “It sure is warm back here, behind the bar. Isn't it almost time for a break, don't you think?”

“Ah don't usually take breaks,” the barmaid explained slowly, forcing herself to look away and pretend to be disinterested. She wasn't a very good actress, it seemed, as Rainbow didn't buy it.

“Oh, but wouldn't it be nice to relax, just for a little while?” the rainbow-haired girl taunted more aggressively, twisting the lace around her finger until it was pressed right between Applejack's somewhat revealed breasts. Her finger trailed along tickled flesh before she released the tension, saying, “Unwind, perhaps?”

As Rainbow tugged on the laces ever so carefully, Applejack felt them slightly give way, allowing her bust to slip out freckle by freckle. She was so taken with this strange girl, in fact, that she was almost forced to stay still and let whatever may happen, happen. Some unfamiliar desire bunched up so hard in her chest that it actually hurt her to feel, and her palms burned with the urge to feel the ripe plush rounds and curves of Rainbow Dash.

“T-That reminds me,” Applejack spoke huskily, having to swallow to regain control of the shaking in her voice. “Ah do need your, uh, help with... somethin'.”

“Go on?” Rainbow asked, pressing herself nearer in anticipation.

Applejack suddenly shoved Rainbow away and nearly fell backwards, glancing over her shoulder as she saw someone approach the bar. It was the shift supervisor, Twilight Sparkle, who was scribbling names into slots for side duties as she ascended the stairs from down by the service aisle. The girl glanced up to see the barmaid and host, both with somewhat anxious and flustered faces. Not that she noticed at all, she was too busy with work as usual.

“Uh, howdy, Twi,” Applejack addressed her first, and she faked a warm smile.

“It sure is slow up here today, have you been keeping busy?” Twilight asked simply as she came behind the bar and placed her clipboard on the counter to write more accurately.

“Yea', always.” Applejack glanced at Rainbow, who winked at her in a way that kept Twilight from seeing. “Err, Twi, would you mind maybe watchin' the bar for a few minutes?”

“Huh?” both Twilight and Rainbow Dash wondered, surprised she would actually ask to leave her post.

“'s just that Ah got some stuff t' sort through in th' office, s' Ah was wonderin' since it's slow an' all, maybe Ah could recruit th' new girl t' help me out,” Applejack asked casually, taking Rainbow by the hand before she got permission.

“Go ahead, I can handle things up here,” Twilight agreed without question, letting the two of them pass by behind her as she put her pen to paper once more. “Miss Jubilee should be here in a couple days, and I know she likes it when things get done on time. If they're not, she always get bothered and pulls you down there to finish up.”

Applejack froze as she mentioned the name that stopped her heart cold, glancing back at her supervisor as if she even understood what she just said. Noticing she clearly had no idea at all, Applejack just swallowed her fears and continued down the two sets of stairs into the basement. Feeling Rainbow's warm hand in her own, she felt her chest growing tight all over again, and could hardly wait until she made it to the final room down the hall. Her own set of keys jingled and waggled in the lock, and it made her furious how long it took until the door opened, but at last it did.

It was not the office, as that was some place Applejack dreaded to go, but it was just as good. The barmaid shoved the door open and barely managed to rip the key from the lock before she yanked Rainbow Dash inside and slammed the door behind them closed with the girl's body. It was odd that she had said nothing, but now as they looked at each other in the dim, storage room lights, the expressions could not be silenced.

“Wait, there's no actual sorting?” Rainbow asked with a smug grin, before Applejack demolished it with a firm and expressive kiss; several, in fact. “Mmm... and here I thought... you were... all business.”

Though Rainbow Dash spoke between the kisses, Applejack could not dare stop, in fear that either of them may realize truly what it was they were doing. Her hands were all over the girl's body before she could even adequately understand it, though she desperately wanted to. So consumed with want, Applejack found herself being increasingly rough with the girl against her, and loving the grunts and gasps she provoked.

It felt so wrong to do so without explicit permission, but Applejack's hands raced up Rainbow's shirt, nearly busting the buttons right off with such an invasion. She groped mercilessly as her thigh slid between the smaller girl's, pinning her there and taking just about everything she pleased without reservation. Not that the hostess seemed to mind one bit; she adored every squeeze and shift. Applejack's mouth fell lower, sucking and lapping at Rainbow's neck as more moans escaped her, the sensations amplified by the vibrations of her throat.

Compared to any remnant of a relationship, the only one coming to mind being with her boss, this was much more appealing. Applejack was never one to date or fool around, but at that moment, those very things were all that filled her mind and her body. She could almost feel herself getting drunk off the ecstasy, the taste and texture of bare skin against her own so tantalizing she drank herself mad.

Rainbow Dash interrupted her thoughts as she began to pry at her vest and blouse buttons, flinging them apart and tugging her now more open collar down her shoulders a bit. As some clever excuse, she heaved, “Baby, I'm Burning.”

“How many o' those Dolly jokes y'got up your sleeve?” As she caught on, Applejack laughed in a murmur against Rainbow's skin, moving down to the revealed area and helping her along.

“Dolly, Dolly, Dolly,” Rainbow repeated the cute title over and over, and Applejack knew such a thing to be the name of an album by said artist. It amused her, though she was focused on other things. “I can't help it any more than I can help myself when you're around,” the hostess went on, gripping at Applejack as she nibbled at the sensitive flesh of her chest, peeling away the layers of her blouse. Rainbow looked down at the barmaid's own ensemble, nearly drooling at how good she looked in it. “I mean, look at you? Why'd You Come in Here Lookin' Like That?”

“Tha's another one, ain't it?” Applejack noticed, peering up dangerously enough to silence the girl. “Let's get that mouth busy, shall we?”

“Don't mind if I do,” Rainbow replied eagerly, closing her lips onto the barmaid's as they fought their way out of more clothing, letting it fall to the ground at their feet.

Forcing her tongue into the girl's mouth, Applejack ground herself against Rainbow and shoved her harder against the storage room door. Their tongues were wet and tangled, but it felt strangely right, oddly enticing and exciting. They broke apart for a moment as Applejack felt Rainbow push her back just the slightest bit, whether she meant it or not. The barmaid took the opportunity to get back to kissing her chest, which became more revealed as her skilful fingers pinched the buttons apart and ran over the thin lines of her bra.

A shiver and shaky breath caught the blonde's attention, and she glanced up at the girl she was pressing up against. Though it was dark and dusty, Applejack caught the expression on her paler-than-usual face as the two looked into each other's eyes. She looked entirely... nervous. Perhaps anxious, or scared. Could it have been that she had never done this before? Was that the reason for such a response?

Rainbow Dash's hands trembled as they traced the girl around her, as she was not really sure what to do. She wanted to do just about everything, but despite her usual bravado, she was rather inexperienced in acts like that. And further, she felt so strongly about the girl at her hands she couldn't stand the thought of accidentally screwing it up. Luckily for her, the barmaid found her hesitance adorable, and leaned back up to press a kiss against her lips once more; a simple, loving kiss.

Invigorated by the familiarity of their now mutual lip-locking, Rainbow found herself relaxing into the embrace and dropped her hands down lower. The two shared smirks and snickers as Rainbow's hand slid up under Applejack's skirt, feeling the toned muscle of her thighs adoringly. She continued up to her rear, and fondled it curiously before squeezing more firmly. By then, Applejack had resumed the furious kissing and undressing, ravishing her body with unbridled desire.

Finally able to express her own sexual needs, Applejack's mind reeled with possibilities. Never before had she just taken what it was she wanted, never had she been so physically honest as that moment. And she wanted to go further.

Her hands slipped under the remnants of Rainbow's blouse once more as she fiddled with her bra, easily unhooking it and letting the slack fall. The rainbow-haired girl swallowed anxiously, having never let someone look at her body that way so willingly, but let it happen. Sleeves fell over arms before straps, and Applejack hungrily watched on, her bright eyes falling in love with everything about the girl's body. Rainbow Dash was pleasantly surprised to feel Applejack take hold of her so carefully, despite the roughness of their encounter, her lips felt so gentle against bare chest.

“Shit, dude,” Rainbow breathed out heavily, her chest rising against the touches. “That, that feels... awesome.”

“Ah should hope so,” Applejack spoke as she wrapped her lips around the most sensitive nub on Rainbow's chest, pressing two fingers over the other.

“Oooh,” she groaned as she could feel her eyes rolling into her head and her knees going weak, but luckily Applejack was there to hold her upright.

“Jus' y'wait,” Applejack grinned over her nipple, baring her teeth against it enough to nip it and let the vibration of her voice play along it teasingly.

Yelping as Applejack suddenly lifted her off the ground, Rainbow found herself grasping the barmaid for dear life. Her legs easily wrapped around the blonde's strong body, in a much more comfortable way than the piggy-back ride had been. As her lips still worked hard on Rainbow's chest, Applejack carefully knelt to the ground, placing the girl down and nestling closer between her legs. Rough hands trailed along firm thighs, and Applejack greedily took in the form of her new lover inch by inch until she reached her destination: the button and fly.

“Whoa wait, you're not serious?!” Rainbow Dash whispered in a high voice, becoming a whole new kind of nervous. She looked terrified, unsure of how she would react to what Applejack seemingly wanted to do, and her body went cold with sweet kisses of sweat.

“Ah am,” Applejack murmured into her lips with a silencing kiss, able to undo Rainbow's slacks without even looking down.

Pressing one hand firmly over an exposed breast, Applejack proceeded to infiltrate Rainbow's mouth with her tongue once again, using her distraction to move her other hand into the freshly loosened pants. Against her better judgement, Rainbow's legs instinctively spread further apart, prompting the solicited engagement. An enjoyable moan moved from one mouth to the other as Applejack found her way inside of the girl at her fingertips, stroking just the outermost edges and adoring them.

“Well, tha's a s'prise,” the barmaid grinned as she could feel just what she had been doing to the girl out of sight; the abundance of moisture enthralling her. “Y'always get this wet?”

“With you... fuck, yeah,” Rainbow had trouble speaking through her heavy breaths, which came and went with each movement inside her trousers. “Secret's... out, now.”

“Ah think Ah can help ya with that,” Applejack's kisses went lower again, and Rainbow let her head lean back and enjoyed it.

It sure felt weird allowing someone in her pants like that, especially in some storage room in the basement of her new work, but Rainbow was utterly helpless under Applejack's thumb; which she literally was, as the barmaid pressed hard and rubbed little circles over a particularly sensitive spot. Rainbow's hips rose responsively as she felt Applejack tugging on her pants, and she let them slide down one of her legs and hang off the other lazily.

The blonde's arm wrapped around her victim's midsection, pulling her back into an arch to kiss the defined muscular line down her stomach, which she discovered she loved. Feeling it with her tongue just once or twice, she remembered how little time they must have had, and hurried down to her true destination. Sliding her wrist lower, she peeled back the underwear that prevented her from going further, and was impressed to see Rainbow not stopping her. She even bent up her knee so it would slide off easier, and left the article bunched up with her pants on her one leg. Applejack's eyes glistened as she caught sight of the most intimate part of the girl's body, and bowed her head to worship it reverently with her lips.

“You don't... have to... do that,” Rainbow whispered huskily, though she did nothing at all to show that she didn't want it to happen.

“But Ah want to,” Applejack whined in a cute voice, her mouth opening against Rainbow too tauntingly to ignore.

Rainbow Dash twitched as she felt the barmaid's tongue emerge, twisting and sliding against her in just about every possible way. Though it was uncomfortable being just about completely naked while Applejack was still clothed, she found her concern melting away with each little touch and suck. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she could not get over the amazing way it felt pressed up against her like that. Gripping at the girl's blonde hair, Rainbow moaned louder and pulled her deeper, satisfied at the way she urgently responded by digging her tongue in further.

“Y'taste so good,” Applejack groaned fondly into her, allowing the still secreting juices to slide over her lips and down her chin.

Though she wasn't lying, she liked Rainbow Dash so much she would not have cared for any unpleasant flavour. Gripping at her thighs to hold them still, Applejack ravaged the quite probable oral virginity of her lover, drinking every drop as if it were heaven sent. She loved the way the girl squirmed and shifted with each touch, and hummed in amusement at her attempts to stifle her voicing of contentment. Licking and lapping at the tips of her finger, which could touch the furthest reaches of this divine cavern, the barmaid reinserted herself into her lover and pressed hard against her. Raspy groans told of her affirmation, and the bucking of her hips told no other story than that.

“Damn it, you're... really good at this,” Rainbow managed to speak, her words varying in emphasis and volume, relative to what was going on between her legs.

“Thank ya,” Applejack mumbled into the skin, kissing it a few more times before getting back to the rhythm.

A steady and constant pressure was applied: forceful, accurate, and fast. Rainbow Dash had never felt anything like it, and before she could even close her eyes she had begun to see stars. Applejack was used to hard work in most all facets of her life, and though she expected this act to be no different, as she had resolved herself to keep going until the job was done, she was surprised to find it end rather quickly. Abruptly, the hostess pressed herself against the door as if trying to get away from the bedazzling action, but her hips dared not move an inch; well, at least, they would not move an inch away. With a higher pitched moan, an influx of liquid began to run down Applejack's hand and into her mouth, a sure sign that she had achieved her goal.

However, the barmaid knew better than to stop there. With the wetness increasing, so came the incline in sensitivity, and she made good use of that by working just a fraction harder. Rainbow Dash had to release her grip on Applejack to cover her own mouth, holding in each near shout as best she could manage. She flinched and shivered more and more, and Applejack loved to torture her already.

“A-AJ,” Rainbow squeaked out between her shaking fingers, ignoring her usual playful nickname. “I'm g-gonna scream.”

“Good,” Applejack replied simply, pouting her lip before returning to sucking on a hidden button and running her tongue against it in her mouth.

“Please, please stop,” her voice faltered as her head rolled back and her hand dropped to her chest as if she could stop the screaming from there.

“Is that what y'really want?” the barmaid asked as she sat up onto her knees, pressing one against the back of her hand to pin it between the girl's legs.

Her second hand ran up Rainbow's naked body and took hold of her just against her neck, combing the tips of her fingers into the roots of her fabulously multi-coloured hair. As she got a firm hold, she leaned back in and connected their lips once more, transferring a good deal of the liquid from one to another. Rainbow furiously reciprocated the kiss, opening her mouth and begging for entrance there to match that which occurred lower. As moans and tongues passed between their lips, Applejack felt Rainbow's legs squeeze hard around her, an inherent response to the aggression between their hands and mouths. Rainbow's face scrunched up once more as she felt another climax coarse through her, and though she wanted to shout out again, her body seemed to go limp and numb after the tensing subsided, leaving her silent and completed.

It was then that Applejack decided to give the girl some mercy, something she surely would not have done had they more time to spare, and slowly began to wind down her performance. Her kisses were still constant and loving, but she released the rough grip on Rainbow's head and relieved the pressure between her legs bit by bit. A sigh rolled out of Rainbow's nose and mouth as she relaxed against her lover, her hand fondly rubbing at the barmaid all down her arm and then along her hip.

A charming grin crept across Rainbow's face, much more confident than she had appeared throughout most of their encounter, and she pushed a long and telling kiss onto the barmaid before leaning back against the door. By then, Applejack had been kind enough to remove her intrusion and glanced down at the mess they had made with pride. Rainbow tilted her head as she examined the similarly happy expression on Applejack's face, and reached up to brush a piece of hair out of her face.

“I could get used to this,” Rainbow Dash said contently, a warm smile melting over her features.

“Mmm, me too,” Applejack agreed with a wink, plopping her still sopping wet finger into her mouth and humming at the taste.

“Pervert,” the hostess called her as if it were some cute title, finding herself further aroused by the sight.

“Well...” The barmaid sat back with a hot breath. “Ah reckon Ah should let'cha get dressed an' all.”

“Right, I do need pants for work, I'm pretty sure.” Rainbow shrugged, but as she tried to move, she shakily fell back into the same casual position and felt her body still trembling.

“Al'right, Ah'll go out first,” Applejack said with a grunt, picking herself up and placing a hand on the doorknob. Glancing down at the girl resting on the floor, she told her, “Come on after in a minute 'r two, got it?”

“That, uh, that's a good idea,” Rainbow responded breathlessly, rolling her head to the side and casting a satisfied gaze at the barmaid. “Considering I can't even stand right about now.”

“Somehow, Ah'm flattered t'hear that.” Applejack winked down at her before pulling the door open and stepping out.

Her boots met the familiar tile of the hallway, and she was relieved to find it entirely vacant. Pulling the door closed behind her, she took the moment to lean against it and expel a comfortable sigh. That, however, was cut terribly short as she heard the click of the doorknob opening beside her, from the door that led to the office. She went horribly still as she heard it open, and her eyes nervously passed into the expanding light as she recognized a familiar figure.

“Well if ma ol' eyes ain't deceivin' me,” her drawl rang out as the two met gazes. “Is that ma cute lil' barmaid?”

“M-Miss Jubilee,” Applejack swallowed her name with an anxious squeak. “Y'all're early, Ah, well... Ah wasn't 'xpectin' ya for a couple days.”

“Oh, darlin', Ah'm here for business,” the older woman spoke in that same suave, sultry tone that made Applejack uncomfortable, and made it worse by stepping right into her recently intruded personal bubble and touching a finger to the barmaid's chin. “Not pleasure.”

“T-That so?” Applejack forced a quiet laugh, just a huff or two to keep up the nonchalant appearance.

“Had t' drop off a few things from th' Dodge Junction Joint. Did y'all manage t' hook up th' new draught al'right?” she asked casually, checking her nails as she pulled the office door closed behind her.

“Yea', 'course,” Applejack mumbled, watching her carefully while keeping her own hand on the doorknob behind her in case her associate decided it was late enough to come out. “Make sure y'have a taste of it, Ah'm sure you'll like it.”

“Surely Ah'll love it,” Miss Jubilee responded by leaning in and gauging the full attention of the girl she seemed to have complete control over. It did nothing but please her. “Do bring me down a fresh taste when Ah'm next 'round, sound good?”

“Whatever ya need,” the blonde girl almost whispered, afraid to say anything otherwise. She wasn't certain if she was actually asking for a taste of the beverage, or something she usually demanded.

“Ah like that attitude,” her boss agreed with a smirk, leaning closer so that her bright ruby lips seemed to pout far enough out to close the distance. With a hush, she added, “Keep it up, an' Ah'm sure Ah'll lick up every last drop.”

It was clear with that statement that she had not been talking about any alcoholic drink, and Applejack should not have been surprised. It horrified her, however, that since she was still quite aroused by what she had done to Rainbow Dash, she thought such a thing sounded appealing, though who might administer such a treat was hopefully not the woman before her. Gulping back her urge to vomit, run, or scream, she bit at her own lips to make some more distance between them. Knowing Cherry would press on to usher another painfully repressed and therefore endearing response, Applejack hurried the conversation along.

“Yessum.” She nodded firmly, her green eyes wide and uneasy.

“Aww, Ah could jus' eat y'right up.” Applejack winced at the turn of phrase. “Well, Ah'd love t' stay a little longer, sug', you know Ah would.” Jubilee pulled back, leaving a wink in her stead. Flipping a lock of tousled hair over her shoulder, she tilted her head and raised her eyebrow, revealing a better view of her perfectly eye-shadowed eyelid as if Applejack knew anything about that sort of thing. “But Ah do have other business t' get to. You'll b' seein' me for our usual second-Thursday fun, though.”

“If you... say so.” Applejack found it difficult to respond, and brimmed another uneasy smile.

“Stay gorgeous, darlin'.” Cherry Jubilee twirled off at once, her body swaying in perfect strides as her heels clicked and clacked against the hallway. She always had a way of bobbing her hips that made anyone look, and Applejack grunted irritably as it tended to work.

The barmaid let out a slow breath as the woman rounded the corner and ascended the stairs, leaving her alone in the hallway at last. Licking her lips nervously, she released the doorknob and put her hand over her eyes instead, trying to calm herself down. Just as she got that moment to herself, however, the door opened from behind her, nearly knocking her backwards until she got a hold of herself and stepped away. She gulped as the saw the odd expression on Rainbow's face as she finished doing up the buttons on her now wrinkled blouse.

“What was that about?” Rainbow Dash asked obliviously, tugging on her collar as she stepped out and let the door fall behind her. “She sure talks to you funny.”

Applejack faked a smile and brushed it off. “Uh, yeah, that's just how she is. Ol' fashioned an' all.”

“Well, I'm just glad she didn't see anything. That sure would be awkward, huh?” Rainbow Dash snickered and nudged the barmaid.

“Y'all could only imagine,” Applejack mumbled, raising her eyebrows knowingly. Shaking her head and letting that slide, she went on, “Anyway, we should be gettin' back.”

“Man,” Rainbow let out a loud breath, tugging on her blouse as she fit snugly back into it and walked past Applejack. “I don't know how I'm supposed to focus on work after that.”

“Like y'ever focus much,” Applejack mentioned snidely, and the hostess turned around and stuck her tongue out in a retort.

With a light-hearted chuckle, Applejack followed Rainbow Dash up the stairs, taking the moment to carefully assess the girl's rear end. She was quite pleased by it, and found herself even puckering her lips in an impressed expression. But still, she was irked by the reality of her confrontation with Miss Jubilee, and found herself unable to get the woman out of her head. She was like poison, some toxic disease that reminded her just what little control she had over herself and her future.

At first, like Rainbow Dash, she had been concerned about Jubilee finding out about them. But what if she didn't? If Miss Jubilee had no idea about any of it, she would likely keep forcing Applejack into the same manipulative and abusive situations as ever. That was not fair to Rainbow Dash. In fact, it made the barmaid sick to imagine, as if the torturous acts with her boss weren't sickening already.

Dropping her head to the floor, Applejack scrunched up her face and frowned deeply. She knew it was wrong, it was all and always wrong. Applejack couldn't go about leading this girl on, if to protect her family and her job she had to continue some twisted affair with her boss. It crushed her even to think about. Rainbow Dash was already no good at social things, something like this would be a devastating betrayal.

She knew she had to stop everything with Cherry Jubilee, but she had been trying to do just that ever since she started, and never had she been able to make any progress. There was too much at stake for her to have been thinking about herself. But then, what was she suppose to do with all these feelings? These all-consuming romantic and lovely feelings? She had never been so swept away with someone before, was that something she should jeopardize, or chase? Sucking on the succulent taste that still hung in her mouth, she sure knew what she wanted to do. Rainbow Dash sure tasted a lot better than any Apple Cider or Applejack, though the girl may have disagreed.

Author's Notes:

Believe it or not, this was not the reason I changed the rating. Sure, this was fun and all, but their... intimacy becomes more of a standard and juxtaposition to other... relationships that will be unveiled. And mature themes are going to be a bit heavier, not just... well, the sex stuff. But I did want to put a few instances of that in here, what with the... complicated relationships we have going around.

And yes, we will be seeing more of Jubilee again. Now that we have some background stuff sorted through and more characters introduced, we can get to some good stuff.