As Rarity finished doing up her hair, she used her free hand to scroll through her contacts and called Applejack, putting her on speaker so she could finalize her makeup as well. Applejack picked up after the third ring. “Hey, Rarity! Ya need sumthin’?”

Rarity beamed, delighted for her cowgirl friend to have answered. “Applejack, hello dear! Um, how do I put this? I’m terribly sorry I didn’t ask earlier, but I was wondering if you could look after Sweetiebelle for the night. Is that alright?” She asked as she put a fresh coat of paint on her nails, making them look polished and pristine, just like the rest of her. A pair of black fishnet stockings over a pair of dark pantyhose covering her slim legs, her thighs partially covered by the bottom half of her asymmetrical white dress, with no shoulder straps. Her left wrist and neck were adorned with shiny pearls, as well as her earlobes. She had topped her outfit off with white flats.

There was a long pause of silence on Applejack’s end, before a drawn out sigh of realization broke the quiet drone of soft, barely-audible static. “One sec, Rarity.” The cowgirl said before soft footsteps on hollow stairs could be heard within the static tone of the phone call. Applejack had gone upstairs, probably away from the rest of her family to talk more privately with her friend, speaking softer and far more quietly this time. “Okay...Uh...Rarity… Ah know it ain’t really mah business, but… Are you goin’ on a date with some guy again? It’s not that Blueblood feller, is it?” She asked, not exactly in a disappointed tone, but more of a curious, concerned one.

Rarity cleared her throat awkwardly before nodding, then scoffing at herself, realizing her friend couldn't see her through the phone, and verbally confirmed Applejack’s suspicions. She knew this kind of conversation would arise from asking Applejack to babysit her little sister, but she didn’t think she would’ve made herself feel so flustered and awkward from it. “Yes, I-I am… And while I'm not planning to, er, ‘go home’ with him tonight, I do want someone reliable to look after Sweetie while I’m out. I do hope it's not too much of a hassle.”

Another long pause, followed by a softer sigh. “...Alright. Jus’ be… be careful, alright? Ah don’wanna hear nothin’ bout no bad date with this feller botherin’ you ‘er him makin’ a fuss ‘bout anythang, alright? Don’t let’im play you... Ah care about you…” Applejack caught herself with a light blush and quickly added, “W-We all do. Me, Twilight, Fluttershy...Pinkie, Rainbow… All of us.” Applejack’s voice wavered slightly as she spoke, but she did so under the guise of clearing her throat. She was in her quaint room that overlooked the first few dozens of acres of apple trees on her family’s farm, and the sunset was setting perfectly across the horizon, casting long shadows across the plowed dirt of the fields. “Ah’ll be there to pick’er up in ten minutes. See y’soon.”

Rarity smiled, relieved that Applejack was willing to help her. “Thank you so much, Applejack. See you soon.” She then hung up the call and finalized her makeup, then telling Sweetiebelle to get ready to go over to Sweet Apple Acres. After Applejack arrived, she smiled at Rarity as she walked her little sister to the Apple Family pickup. Sweetiebelle got in the passenger seat and Rarity walked around to the driver’s window, Applejack rolling it down so her friend could speak to her.

“Thank you so much, Applejack, you have no idea how grateful I am for this. I should be back late tonight, so would it be possible for Sweetiebelle to spend the night?”

Applejack put on a mock face of uncertainty, clearing her throat before looking to Rarity’s little sister. “Oh gee, Ah dunno. It don’t really seem like Sweetiebelle’s too excited about that…” She said, whilst the child in question was barely containing herself from exploding with excitement, bouncing up and down impatiently on the seat. “...Buuuuut, Ah guess she’ll just hafta deal with it, heh. No problem, Rarity, Ah’ll see you tomorrow.” The cowgirl flashed her friend a smile and wink before starting up the truck, the whole cabin shaking from the aged engine’s idling state.

The fashionista hugged her friend through the open window of the truck and looked into her eyes after letting go. “You’re the best, Applejack.” She then walked around to the passenger side and kissed her little sister on the forehead. “Be good, okay, Sweetie? And have fun with the Apples!”

“I will, Rarity!” The small girl beamed, standing up on her tippy-toes in the leather seat to peck her sister on the cheek. “Love you!”

“You too, darling!” Rarity called out before the truck pulled onto the road and took off, headed back towards the farm.

-----

“Pinkie, are you sure you need that much coffee?” Twilight asked, her and Fluttershy both staring wide-eyed at the 24 oz. cup of straight espresso that Pinkie was sipping on, and the two others sitting on the table beside it.

Pinkie stopped sipping her caffeine-overload-in-a-cup and nodded, smiling as brightly as ever. “Sure I’m sure, Twilight! This is one of the ways I keep my energy up all day! Plus, between you and me,” The pink-haired girl leaned closer to Twilight and Fluttershy with a suggestive smile, “I’ve needed the extra energy boost since Dashie moved in~” She licked her lips and giggle-snorted, watching Fluttershy’s face turn a hot red at the comment.

“O-Oh… My...” The shy girl said with a deep red blush, trying to hide her embarrassment with her hand, covered by the long sleeve of her favorite baggy green sweater. It was, of course, her favorite because it hid her curvy, feminine features. Even though during the group’s spring vacation in Las Pegasus she had promised to wear clothes that ‘appealed to her figure’ more often, she still preferred her sweaters and long skirts whenever possible, and nobody could deny those types of clothing looked adorable on her.

Today, however, she chose to be a bit outgoing, and with her baggy sweater, she wore some striped leggings, and this particular pair of leggings wouldn’t have been on display today if it weren’t for her long sweater- they hugged her butt more than she would’ve liked. Still, though her rear couldn’t be seen, her shapely, delicate legs were still visible against the stretchy material, and many of the girls at Canterlot High were envious of Fluttershy’s body.

Twilight smiled as she responded to Pinkie’s innuendos comment. “That’s not really a surprise, Pinkie. We could pretty much hear you guys every night in the hotel in L.P.”

Fluttershy simply nodded in agreement, a blush still on her face. She smiled softly as she found something else to direct her attention to; her favorite barista at the coffee shop was bringing over her favorite drink.

He walked with a feminine sway in his hips, which was slightly comical because of his large, burly frame and mountain-man-esque beard and mustache combo. He spoke in a lower register- another thing that seemed odd to be coupled with his feminine walk- and had a bubbly personality which was easily detectable on his voice, almost able to match Pinkie’s enthusiasm. “One pumpkin spice latte for my favorite customer!”

The shy girl in question giggled sheepishly and thanked the barista. “Thank you, Kougan. How’ve you been recently?”

“Oh, girlfriend, you wouldn’t believe what happened yesterday!”

While Fluttershy and Kougan were talking, Twilight pulled out her phone and sent a text to Spike, “Hey, Spikey <3 I’m out for coffee with Pinkie and Shy, and we’ll probably be out and about for a while. I’ll be home around 8:30, could you take care of dinner?

Love, Twi”

Not even a full minute later, she got a response. “Sure thing, babe. I’m thinking I’ll make you a German dish tonight, how does bratwurst sound? ;)”

The slightly suggestive wink at the end both excited and unnerved Twilight; her suspicions were confirmed only seconds later when an image of her lover’s… sausage… appeared on screen, standing proudly at its fully erect state. Spike held a package of Aryan meat next to it, which was dwarfed in comparison to its neighboring weiner. She let out a soft gasp as her face turned a flushed red, and she set her phone down hastily, suddenly becoming very thirsty, proceeding to drink down most of her coffee rather quickly.

Pinkie noticed this and, with a clueless smile, proceeded to ask, “You okay, Twilight? You don’t usually chug coffee like I do.” ending her statement with a giggle. This also made Fluttershy and Kougan direct their attention to the bookish girl, who was still red in the cheeks.

“Uhm, w-well…” Twilight couldn’t bring herself to formulate a proper response as she reached for her phone. Pinkie, being the curious girl she was, saw this and snatched the phone before Twilight could touch it. “H-Hey! Pinkie, don-”

“Oooooooh~” Pinkie sounded out obnoxiously before looking at her studious friend with a mischievous giggle. “Spike’s making you sausage for dinner, hm?~”

Thinking the energetic teen’s words odd, both Fluttershy and Kougan peeked at the screen to see what the fuss was about, while Twilight covered her face in embarrassment. Upon discovering the picture on display, Fluttershy looked away with a blush to match Twilight’s, while Kougan lightly fanned his face, not able to tear his eyes from the picture. Then he looked over at Twilight with the same look Pinkie gave her a moment ago.

“Mmm… Twilight honey, you’re so lucky to have a man who cooks~ especially when he’s willing to serve you…. THAT~” He chuckled while twirling an end of his handlebar mustache around his finger. He gave his embarrassed friend a sly wink. “Someone looks a little thirsty… one refill coming right up!” He says in a singsong voice as he walks away gaily humming a tune.

Twilight snatches her phone from Pinkie’s hands, hiding her face as she could feel every pair of eyes in the cafe on her. “Please kill meeee…” She grumbles as Pinkie tries in vain to grab Twilight’s phone again.

As she was trying to steal her friend’s phone, Pinkie couldn’t help but say, “I think Spike might, Twi! That thing’s like a lance, he’ll split you in two! Hehehehe~”

“PINKIE!” Twilight gasped out in embarrassment, giving her friend a quick slap on the arm at the dirty comment.

“What? I’m not lying, am I?” She replies, a knowing smirk on her face as Twilight glares at her. Pinkie slowly moves closer until she was not even an inch away from her friend. “I mean, it’s not like I don’t already know how much you like his ‘sword’… Dashie and I could hear you from the other suite of the penthouse in L.P.~ I don’t blame you, though- that thing’s even bigger than the dildo I gave Dashie for her birthday~”

“PINKIE!!!”

“... What?” She asked with a dumb smile, then looked up to see everyone’s heads turned to their table. “... Oh. Sorry.” She giggled before getting back to her seat, everyone in the cafe snapping their attention back to whatever they were doing prior to the commotion. Luckily for Twilight, it seemed that no other CHS student was present. She took a few deep breaths before turning back to a flushed Fluttershy and a giggling Pinkie with a bashful expression. Though she wanted to change the subject, she had a hard time believing Pinkie would let the past few minutes go as easily as she was willing to. “Kougan, where’s that refill?”

-----

As Spike was preparing dinner at the apartment, he heard a knock on the front door. Not expecting company, he went over to the door, smiling as he saw it was Pip. “Hey man, come on in.” Pip entered and bro-hugged his friend.

“Thanks, mate. Sorry for the intrusion. Had to get away from me family for a while… Nice weather, innit?”

“What’d your sister do this time?” Spike asks with a chuckle as he grabs two Colt-a-Colas from the fridge, handing one to Pip before sitting down on the couch and flicking on the TV. Pip snorted in annoyance, ready to tell Spike exactly what his sister did this time.

“So, her room’s off limits since she wanted a new floorin, ri’? So, I come ‘ome from’a shop, an’ I see ‘er blowin’ some git on me fuckin’ bed! An’, if that ain’t bad enough, I go down’a the laundry room, only ta fin’ ou’, she tossed me clothes outta the wash and put ‘er own in, ri’? So me fuckin’ clothes are soaked and’ sittin’ on the floor, stinkin’ up the carpet, ri’? An’ when me dad got ‘ome, he busted me good for it.” after finishing his sentence, Pip lifts up his shirt to show Spike the belt marks on his stomach and back. Spike knew about the abuse Pip endured from his father. Spike tried to tell his friend to seek help like Dash had, but Pip had made it clear several times before that he wanted nobody else to know what went on in his home where his father’s ‘parenting’ was concerned. It was sad for Spike to see that Pip had gone through so much of this treatment that he was practically numb to it.

“Damn, man… well did she at least get busted for suckin’ a guy off in the house?” Spike asks as he turns on his video game console and hands Pip the second controller.

“Nope. Me dad didn’t find out. Fucker left before me parents got ‘ome. Bet I’m gonna hafta clean ‘is nut butter off me sheets, too. Fuck!” Pip swatted a cushion on the couch in anger, then sighed, slouching into the couch. “Anyway, you were cookin’ somethin, yeah? Smells good, don’ let me keep ya from makin’ your food.”

“Oh, I’m slow broiling some bratwurst in a crockpot. Remind me to check it in thirty minutes.” Spike replies before chuckling as he remembers the picture he sent his lover, wondering what kind of a rise he got out of her. “Heh… anyways, whatcha wanna play? I don’t have anything new, so it’s just the same boring shit.”

“Nah, I’m good. I’m just gonna take a nap.” He replies as he leans back, closing his eyes, letting sleep take him rather quickly.

“Heh. Lazy ass…” Spike chuckled before standing and making his way back to the kitchen, stirring the pot of pasta he was boiling. He had prepared more than him and Twilight would be able to eat, so there would be enough for Pip. Suddenly, a loud sound pierced the calm silence in the room, and Spike nearly jumped out of his skin. “JESUS, FUCKING SHIT!” He rushed to the living room, the source of the noise, only to see Pip pointing the pistol he took from the gangster in L.P. out the open window. “Dude, what the fuck?!”

“Sorry mate, felt like a little target practice... Got a pigeon.” The Trottingham teen said with a smirk. Spike looked out the window to see what used to be a pigeon on the grass in the front yard next door, now nothing more than a few stray bloody feathers and avian innards.

Spike gave a ‘what the fuck is going on’ look to his friend of now questionable morals. “Where did you get a gun?!”

“That wanker tha’ tried’a rob us in L.P.” Pip answered nonchalantly. After examining the firearm in his hand for a few moments Pip looked over to his friend. “Wot?” He asks as he sees Spike’s expression turn from one of confusion to one of disapproval. “Better in my ‘ands than in his, ri’?”

“Not if you’re gonna shoot it in my house! What if someone heard it and calls for a squad car to be sent to my door?” Spike fumed as he grabbed the pistol from Pip’s hand and stowed it in a drawer in the kitchen. “You’ll get it back when you leave, but don’t fuck around with it again when you do.”

“Yes, Mum.” Pip scoffed sarcastically and rolled his eyes before folding his arms behind his head and leaning back. “Ri’, Now I’ll go to sleep for real. Scout’s honor.”

“You weren’t ever a fucking scout, asshat.”

“Pffft… Chew me, mate.”

-----

“Hey, man, your niece does some kickass ink! I’ll be back next week.” A pleased customer said to Hawkeye as he paid for the tribal tattoo on his right arm. Gilda’s uncle smiled proudly at the compliment to his favorite relative.

“Thanks, man. You know the drill, keep it outta the sun for a few days, and don’t take that cover off right away.” He said to the customer, who nodded in response before leaving a small stack of bills on the front counter and taking his leave. Hawkeye tossed the wad of cash to Gilda who caught it with wide eyes. “That’s yours, kiddo.”

“Payday! Thanks, Unc. Weed’s on me tonight!” Gilda replied with a beaming smile. “Does your guy have any new strains?”

“Well, a few cross-breeds. But, if you’re just going for quantity, I’ve got a half-ounce hook-up of some tasty fire; you interested?”

“Sounds good! A quarter-ounce for each of us, y’know?” Gilda said with a smile. Her uncle nodded and dialed up his plug.

“Yo, my dude! Swing by the house, got ninety on that half-o. Yeah, you can chill for a bit. Beer? Sorry, I only have Jackal Daniels, does that work? Alright, cool. See you in a few, G.”

After a short drive home from the tattoo studio, Gilda and Hawkeye waited for the hookup in the kitchen, making chit-chat while they did so. “So how’s school, Gil?” Hawkeye asks as he lights up a cigar, taking a few puffs before offering it to his niece, who happily accepted the stogie. “I haven’t heard any complaints from you. Which is a lot more than your folks could say when you were livin’ with them, apparently.”

“Yeah well,” Gilda paused to puff the cigar, then hand it back to her uncle, speaking as the smoke blew out her mouth, “When my creativity and freedom and and all that shit is actually encouraged rather than punished, it’s a lot easier to obey the few rules I have.” She said, passing the cancer log back to her uncle, who sucked down about an eighth of it at once.

“Yeah, I heard about the ‘creativity’ you laid out on that poor S.O.B.’s face right before you got booted from your place.” Hawkeye said with a chuckle as he blew a tornado of thick smoke from his nose, letting out a few quiet, staccato coughs, dissolving the shape quickly. “Not the worst you’ve done, no doubt.”

“Hey, you know why I beat his ass. He deserved it. Didn’t fight back, though… pussy.” Gilda sniggered in response, getting up from the table and walking to the fridge, grabbing a sandwich before heading back to the chair she had been sitting in.

“I wouldn’t wanna fight you either, dude. You’re one tough bitch.”

“Love you too, Unc. When’s the weedman gonna get here. I’m jonesin’ for that fire.”

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Hawkeye got up to open it and greeted his friend/drug dealer with a fist bump, inviting him in. He called back to Gilda to get what was promised upon delivery. “Hey Gil, get that Jackal, would ya?”

“Got it.” She replied promptly, bringing the handle of liquor to the slightly shady individual standing in the doorway, as well as the money for the bag of marijuana stashed in his jacket pocket. “Money’s there too. Where’s the grass, man?”

The hooded man exchanged the goods with Gilda, who smiled ear to ear as she held the bag of green in her hand.

“Thanks.” She said, about to close the door when she remembered Hawkeye had told the drug dealer that he could hang out inside for a bit. “Oh, that’s right, Unc invited you inside. Wanna come in?”

The man shook his head quickly, smiling apologetically at Gilda and his old friend. “Sorry, bro. I gotta get back to the garden. These new seeds ain’t gonna plant themselves, and I wanna get the new crop squared away before dark if I can.”

Hawkeye nodded in understanding. “No worries, man. We’ll catch up another time. Stay safe.” He bid farewell to the dealer as he got back into his rusty scraper of a car and left. Hawkeye shut the door before turning to Gilda, who was already ripping some weed in her bong, smirking as she pulled away from the glass, caught with her hand in the metaphorical cookie jar. Except instead of cookies, it was weed, and instead of a jar, it was a heavily-used bong.

“Hey, save some for me, iron lungs!”

-----

Rarity reached the porch of her house, crying loudly, her mascara turning to thick black streaks beneath her eyes. She barged inside and ran up to her bedroom, slamming the door and hugging her pillow on her bed as she sobbed, the salty tears burning her eyes. Her weeping became violent and hysterical over time, but she soon choked her tears back as she heard her phone ringing. She gasped as a name popped up on the screen: Applejack. “Oh…” She shuddered her tears away, doing the best she could in a few seconds to hold everything in, and push it down long enough to talk to her friend. She answered in her usual perky tone. “Hello, darling!~”

“Hey Rarity. Ah put the lil’uns down for the night… How’d everythang go?”

“...” Rarity was silent, her mood shifting back to the way it was moments before she picked up the phone. Applejack knew what this silence meant and sighed.

“Wanna talk about it?” The cowgirl asked as she pulled on her boots knowingly.

Applejack heard Rarity choke back a few sobs before she was able to reply, “Mmm-hm…” Through quivering lips.

Applejack sighed again. “‘Kay. Ah’ll be over there in a bit, sugarcube. Hang tight, alright?” She waited for a sound of affirmation from her friend before hanging up and grabbing the truck keys, knocking on Macintosh’s door. “Mac, Ah’m takin’ the truck to Rarity’s. If the kids need somethin’, you’re the nanny ‘til Ah get back.”

“Eeyup.”

“Kay, thanks.” She nodded and headed downstairs and out of the house, starting the old truck up with a groan from the aged engine. After a few failed idles, the engine roared to life in earnest, and Applejack drove down the dirt road of the farm until she hit pavement, making her way to Rarity’s house as she maneuvered the city streets. After a short drive, she stopped the truck in front of her friend’s home, and knocked on the door, waiting for the distraught fashionista to make her way downstairs and open it.

“H-Hello, Applejack. C-Come in…” Rarity said through a few sniffles and sobs, wrapped in a blanket, face stained with runny mascara.

“Oh, Rares…” Applejack looked at her friend in sympathy and walked through the doorway, wrapping her friend in a tight hug. The embrace lasted a good thirty seconds before Applejack slowly leaned away from the hug, just enough to look into her friend’s misty eyes. “...What happened, girly?”

“He… Oh, Applejack, boys are all the same!” Rarity let out, her fists clenched, still holding onto her friend. “I-I slept with him before, yes, but… he just… Didn’t even ask or... He tried to-” She stopped and her eyes widened, tears streaming out violently as she was hit with a strong feeling of discovery. “...You were right, Applejack… I’m… I’m a whore! If I hadn’t been so sexually forward with people in the first place, this wouldn’t have… Oh, God, why am I such a slut?!” She sobbed violently, her body flinching, her chest heaving about in her fit of hysterical crying.

Applejack couldn’t stand to see her friend like this. She held her close once again, and didn’t let go. Applejack picked up a thick smell of alcohol on the beautiful girl’s breath. Applejack’s eyes widened; All the dots finally connected in her mind. After Rarity calmed down enough, the farmhand pulled back a bit, and looked to her eyes again, speaking slowly, and carefully. “Rarity… Did he…. Did he rape you?”

Rarity paused, able to halt her hysterics for a moment to give a measuring gaze into Applejack’s eyes. Rage. Silent, waiting, calculated rage, and protective concern. That was all she could see. “A-Applejack, I don’t think that’s the way I’d say it…”

“Don’t try t’justify what he did.” Applejack shot out as her face burned with passionate anger. “Rarity…” She said, grabbing her friend softly by the shoulders, their faces mere inches apart. “Did. He. Rape. You?” Applejack was, at this point, looking into more than Rarity’s eyes. And with how deep she stared, she didn’t need verbal confirmation to know the answer. Blueblood raped her friend.

“A-Appleja-”

“Ah’munna fuckin’ kill this boy.” She grunted out in an almost animalistic growl as she stood up, ready to head out to her truck and drive said truck through the house of the man in question.

“No, Applejack, don’t!”

“No, it ain’t up to you no more, Rarity.” Applejack threw over her shoulder in cold rage as she began her walk towards the door, the heels of her cowboy boots clacking on the floor.

“Jackie!” Rarity sobbed desperately. “Please don’t leave me here alone!”

Applejack froze. This wasn’t right. Vengeance wouldn’t solve anything, especially when the vengeance Applejack wanted so badly to enact on the boy who violated her friend could land her 25 to life in prison, possibly separating her permanently from the one person who needed her right now. She could sense the vulnerability in Rarity’s voice; Shaken, weak… Scared. She turned around and came rushing back to her friend, wrapping her in the hardest hug so far tonight. “Ah won’t, sugarcube… Ah promise. Ah’m here for ya.”

“Thank you…” Rarity responded, muffled by the strong, protective shoulder of her friend, which she was now letting her sobs fall onto. But these were no longer sobs of regret and self-hate. These were sobs of relief. Her friend, Applejack, her best friend in the whole world, was here for her, holding here in her strong, capable arms. “Thank you so much…”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Applejack said, rubbing Rarity’s back in an attempt to soothe her friend. “Let’s go upstairs so we can getcha all warm and cozy, alright?” She asked as she cradled Rarity’s head in her arms, the soft purple locks falling perfectly between her fingers. Applejack smiled. Even when the rest of her was a mess, her hair was still nearly perfect.

“Mm-hmm…” Rarity responded with a sniffle, pulling her blanket tighter around her. They made their way back to Rarity’s bedroom, and laid in bed together, Applejack holding Rarity close, protecting her. She slowly worked Rarity down from her emotional breakdown, sobs turning into sniffles, sniffles eventually turning into silent coos of comfort as she snuggled closer into Applejack’s warm, perfectly chiseled body. After a long silence, Rarity let out a small giggle and began to speak. “My goodness, Applejack… With your muscles you could give most of the boys at school a run for their money. Very impressive, darling~”

The country girl couldn’t help but blush slightly. “Uh, thanks, Rarity…” She replied with a small, bashful smile. “Yer, uh… Yer in purdy good shape yourself.”

Rarity giggled again, covering her mouth with a dainty hand, nails still painted just as perfectly as they had been before her date, then let out a small, barely audible snort. Embarrassed at this, the fashionista covered her face and nose, blushing deeply.

“O-Oh, my… Sorry…”

“Fer what, the snort?” Applejack asked with a smile. “Don’t be, it was cute.” She said, following into a lazy smile for a moment before she was hit by the realization of what she had said. “D’uh, I mean, uh… it-it don’t sound bad, y’know…?”

Rarity smirked teasingly. “You know, for as good as you look, you’re not as good at flirting by a long shot.”

“W-What makes y’think Ah was…?” Applejack asked with a darker blush than before, to which Rarity responded with another giggle.

“Darling, it’s obvious… Applejack, dear, you’re too sweet for your own good sometimes.” She ended her statement with a kiss on Applejack’s cheek, red lipstick marking exactly where she planted her lips.

Applejack gasped almost silently in surprise, shaking slightly. Her first kiss… by Rarity. Well, besides that drunk one they had at the sleepover a while back. Wait.. Was her friend coming on to her? Applejack was fairly certain she already knew the answer to that question. But there was a more important question in her mind, the answer to which she was still conflicted about:

...Did she even mind that Rarity was coming on to her?

“R-Rarity..?”

“Yes, Darling?” Rarity asked with a blush and a coy smile. That is, before the cowgirl uprighted herself, straddling Rarity’s hips, which changed her look to one of coyness to one of surprise.

Applejack was completely on autopilot; that one peck on the cheek had done more for her own sexual discovery than any other point in her life thus far. She was flushed redder than the ripest apples on Sweet Apple Acres, and her breath was slightly ragged. She leaned closer and closer to Rarity’s face, until each of them could feel their breath splaying across each other’s faces. Applejack’s next words were barely a whisper, yet somehow confident at the same time.

“... You missed.”

FLUFF/LIGHT CLOP START

Before Rarity could respond, Applejack moved on her, pressing their lips together quickly, but gently. Rarity didn’t even tense up in surprise. Maybe it was the alcohol, or Applejack’s confidence, or the lust Rarity already harbored for her friend that she had hidden away until now, but she instantly accepted the kiss, enjoying it even more because of the amateurish, unsure movements by Applejack. There was an extra layer of arousal due to the fact that this was Applejack’s first kiss, save for the one they had already shared during that sleepover at Twilight’s house.

“Mm-mmm...~” Applejack muttered quietly against Rarity’s lips, already squirming with the level of arousal, Rarity noted, only a flustered virgin could have. The kiss quickly heated up after that, both of them soon discovering what the other’s mouth tasted like; Rarity’s of vanilla, Applejack’s of cinnamon apple cider. Rarity soon became quite impressed with how quick of a learner AJ was.

Before she knew it, Applejack found herself tongue-wrestling with Rarity… and enjoying it like nothing else she’d ever experienced before! She couldn’t help but gyrate her hips as her virgin body took control, grinding her clothed sex against Rarity’s navel. Applejack’s chest was heaving with arousal and sensory overload. She parted her lip lock with Rarity to catch her breath, her heavy panting accompanied by cute, quiet mewls. “A-Ahhh… hah… ehhrm… mmm…~”

“Oh, mah stars…” Applejack panted out, “Th-that… that was… amazing…” as she was still gently, slowly grinding on top of Rarity, causing the cowgirl to bite her lip to supress a moan. Rarity noticed Applejack’s movements and blushed deeply, reaching up to caress her hips, giving her gentle encouragement, in turn coaxing out the moan that was being held back. The sound of Applejack’s aroused noises sent shivers down Rarity’s spine.

The fashionista’s hands rested on the waistband of Applejack’s jeans for moment before she flicked her thumbs upwards, slipping under the cowgirl’s shirt. Applejack shuddered as Rarity’s soft, silky hands now stroked her navel. “Ahh-haaa-aahn!~” She groaned out in lust before it became too much for her. She planted her hands firmly on Rarity’s chest as she arched her back and threw her head towards the ceiling, her entire body seizing up as her hips shook stiffly, more quick, jumpy moans coming from her lips. She stayed like this for several seconds before her body slowly went limp as she exhaled heavily. “Haaaaaah….” She moaned out weakly before falling limp on top of Rarity, her face a deep red as she panted slowly in attempts to calm her quivering body.

FLUFF END

So many thoughts and emotions were running through Applejack at that time, but for now, all she knew was she felt something she had never felt before inside her, a warmth that she never knew could exist. Rarity ran her hands through Applejack’s hair, smiling with a blush just as deep. She cooed softly into Applejack’s ear after planting a soft kiss on it.

“Hm… Seems I didn’t miss that time~”

Author's Notes:

Applejack dun-doodly-did a cum. :D

All joking aside, I'M REALLY FUCKING SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED A CHAPTER ON THIS STORY IN LIKE A BAJILLION WEEKS! Life's just been kickin' my ass recently, but hopefully getting this chapter published will help me get my ass back in gear.

A big thank you as always to Ringmaster1336, you're awesome bro!

Deuces, guys!