It was a warm, sunny, cloudless day. Rainbow Dash soared along, her rainbow colored mane floating in the wind. The wind whistled through her feathers, tickling her primaries. The weather for today was to be cloudless. She paused to kick an errant cloud into oblivion and then commandeered one for her nap.

She had been up since dawn, making sure the weather was exactly as it should be. Now, she was done and she only had one destination in mind. Sweet Apple Acres. Rows and rows of apple trees covered her friend's land. Her family had harvested the fruit for centuries now, plying their trade from Dream Valley to Ponyville. Dash inhaled the sweet scent of apples that rose up from the branches. The plump, red fruit hung from between the leafy green branches. The fruit hung, tantalizingly sweet. Dash chose a favorite perch, landing on it and placing the cloud on the branch. Then she snuggled into the cool cloud. A light breeze tickled the fur of her stomach as she rested on her back.

Dash plucked an apple and bit into it. The sweet juice dribbled down her chin, staining her blue fur, making it sticky. She extended her tongue and licked up the juice. She always felt slightly guilty about grazing in Applejack's trees and made a mental note to buy two apples at the market place tomorrow. Applejack had told her it was okay to eat the fruit as long as she only had one. After all, with all the apple trees they had they always had surplus. Applejack refused to charge her friends full price and they were allowed to take the occasional free apple.

Dash yawned and stretched, settling into her nap. The wind blew once more, swaying the branches. The heady scent of apples rose up, sweet, intoxicating. The apples swayed on the leafy green branches. Dash licked her lips as she chewed the apple she was eating. It was autumn. The apples were crisp and fresh. She licked the juices that dribbled down the apple's succulent, red skin. Slowly, she peeled away the skin with her teeth, biting into that juicy goodness.

She sure did love apples. That was why she always chose to take her naps in the middle of an apple orchard.

She savored the taste of the apple, its ripe sweetness dancing upon her tongue. She turned it around in her hoof, applying her teeth to a part that she hadn't bitten into yet. The taste exploded, tantalizingly sweet.

As she ate she thought of how she had first met Applejack. She hadn't been on weather duty for Ponyville long when she decided to find a place to practice. She had been hard at work, practicing in the sky, doing corkscrews and loop-de-loops. She had been working on a new move in her repetoire, the Filly Flash. While trying to do the move, her wing had gotten a cramp and she had careened out of control.

The next thing she knew she had crashed into some strong, sweet-smelling, Earth Pony mare's embrace.

"Ah got you, pardner." The vision in orange had told her, looking down at her with a tenderness that had made her blush. After making sure she wasn't too damaged Dash had decided to stay and chat with the apple farmer. They had sat beneath her apple trees, trading tales of athletic victories.

The next day they'd had their first race. Then, the day after that their second. A strong friendship had developed as well as a rivalry. Both tried to best the other.

Both knew that they never would. As soon as one of them surpassed the other the challenges would be raised, the goalposts shifted. They would be eternal rivals, their bond to last a lifetime.

Or at least that's what Dash hoped. And they were just friends and rivals. Nothing more. Applejack had made it perfectly clear that she solely preferred stallions. No filly fooling for that mare.

And besides, friends were all they needed to be. Dash savored the last bites of the apple. Yep, just friends. As she swallowed the last bite of the apple she stretched and snuggled against the cloud. She contemplated asking Applejack to go racing with her today. She flared her wings and sailed off the branch in search of the apple farmer.

Around this time of day, Applejack was no doubt busy with her chores. Dash had never actually finished up her work this quickly and had thus never been around the farm this time of day.

She searched over the grounds in search of her apple farming friend. A smile spread across her face as she caught a flash of blonde mane. Applejack was out by the pigs. Then, Dash paused.

What was she doing? Applejack had started to walk away from the pigs the minute Dash had shown up.

'Did she see me? Is she coming over to say hello?'

Applejack suddenly struck an odd position. Dash landed on the roof watching as Applejack went through what looked like a carefully choreographed dance. Dash felt her wings beginning to rise and stiffen as Applejack used her hooves as if they were wings, flapping them. She let out a cluck.

Before Dash could stop herself, instinct took over and an answering coo came out of her throat. Applejack continued the clucking and flapping. Her wings were now fully spread, almost painfully so. Applejack's muscles rippled beneath her orange fur as her blonde mane and tail flowed around her.

Dash cooed from her throat. This couldn't be for her could it? She looked around. There was no other pegasii around, certainly no stallions. Besides, Dash had carefully and lovingly spread her scent over each tree. What bold pegasus would dare encroach on the territory she had marked for herself? She was an alpha mare. Nopegasus would dare.

She sniffed the air. There was no pegasus stallion scent.

Applejack reached the apex of her dance. Dash flapped her stiff wings and jumped from the roof, landing right in front of Applejack.

Applejack smiled. "Oh, hi RD."

Dash heard the sultry tone in her voice. Her feathers were trembling her wings were so stiff. She bent over the fence, lifting both her tail and rump. "Take me, AJ! Take me like the filthy whore I am!"

Applejack gaped. "W-what?"

Dash wiggled her rear. "C'mon...get your tongue in here!"

Applejack's face turned as red as her apples. "D-Dash, y-you know Ah ain't no fillyfooler!"

"Do you want to be on bottom? I like being on bottom cause I'm in charge so much I like giving someone else the reins in bed, but you can be on bottom. Or we can do it biped style! Wait, do you want me to dress up in a sexy saddle? I got one!"

At this point, her mind was gone, crazed with lust. She laid her head on the fence. "Take me..."

She yelped as cold water hit her mare parts and turned around. "What was that? A-are you into that sort of thing? I could probably get into it."

Applejack put down the bucket. "What Ah'm into right now is feeding the pigs!"

Dash raised an eyebrow. "Is that some sort of euphemism?"

"No, no it ain't. I was trying to feed the pigs. Where did you get it in your head I wanted to have sex with you?"

Dash stammered. "Y-you were doing the dance! The Pegasus mating dance!"

"Do Ah look like a Pegasus to you?"

"No, but...I mean I know Earth Pony martial arts! It's not unusual for tribes to share things! I thought you learned it from another Pegasus or something! What were you trying to do?!"

"I was trying to get the pigs to come and show them that the chickens were about to get their lunch." She started the dance again, then stopped when she saw the tell-tale twitch in Dash's wings. "That's really somethin' pegasii do when they get randy?"

Dash nodded and looked down at the ground. Then she spread her wings and took off. She yelped as she felt teeth around her tail. "Let me go!"

Applejack brought her down to the ground. Dash shuffled her hoof and stuttered. Suddenly, she felt Applejack wrap her up in a hug. "Ah know you're embarrassed."

Dash whimpered and buried her head into Applejack's warm chest.

"But everypony misunderstands things sometimes."

There was more incomprehensible whimpers. Applejack stroked her mane like she did with her kid sister. "But if Ah ever did want to date a mare you'd be my first pick."

Dash looked up and smiled up at her. "You mean that?"

Applejack nodded. "Of course Ah do."

Dash looked away"...You'd understand if I didn't want to look you in the eyes for a while right?"

"Oh yeah. Of course. We still up for that race on Saturday?"

Dash laughed. "Of course."

They hoofbumped before Dash once again took off. Applejack shook her head and returned to her chores.

Author's Notes:

That moment when you think your straight friend is flirting with you.