"Why won't you tell me what's going through your head?" you ask your fashionista amidst the shady apple trees. "You still haven't mentioned why we're coming here. You asked me to come when you could talk to her yourself, so shouldn't I know what's going on?"

The sun was nearly gone for the day, and a few sparse beams were peaking through the leaves, flicking light against your skin. The Apple's home was only a couple more minutes walk by now, but Rarity had yet to tell you what she was up to – which could frankly be anything. Rarity was always a sly little minx.

"Just follow my lead," she says coyly.

With a sigh, you continue on. If she's not going to spill the beans, fine. Soon enough, you pass by the barn. It's open, but there's no noise coming from within. Something probably isn't finished somewhere; the Apples wouldn't leave the door open like that. Just next to the barn is the ultimate destination though. Upon reaching the Apple home, Rarity knocks. Hm, odd. No response. Maybe you'll be able to turn around, go home, and try and weasel your lady's plans out of her later.

However, Rarity has other ideas. She tries the knob, and, sure enough, it's unlocked. Kind of nice to live in a place where the idea of home invasion, armed or not, simply isn't a thing. Maybe in a big city but not in this little Podunk town. Still, if this was your place, you wouldn't want anyone just barging in whenever they want. Good thing Applejack and Rarity were such good friends or, in another world, someone could end up accidentally at the business end of a gunshot.

She sticks her head inside, and through the opening, you can hear some gentle snoring. Short list as to who that is. Heading in and closing the door quietly behind, the two of you stroll up to Granny Smith, sitting in her rocking chair having dozed off.

"Um, excuse me? Granny Smith?" Rarity whispers, nudging her awake.

"Huh, wha?! Whuzzit? Oh, hey you two," she says, yawning and stretching. "What brings you here?"

"Hello, dear! Apologies for the intrusion, but do you happen to know where Applejack is? We were hoping to talk to her about something. It's kind of important."

"Sure do! She's upstairs taking a nap. Had the same idea I did. Said she worked herself up something fierce today and just wanted to lay down for a bit before we had dinner. Speaking of which, I should probably get started soon." The elderly Apple stumbles off her chair and cricks her back in the process. Jeez, that didn't sound good. "Oof! Stupid old bones. Guess it's a good thing you showed up when you did. Probably would've slept all the way through till tomorrow if you hadn't...or when Big Mac finished up whatever he's doing outside and woke me up anyway, whichever."

"Glad we could help, I suppose. We'll see you later!" Rarity replies. You follow a step behind as she trots past the senior, giving the old girl a wave as she heads into the kitchen.

Second door on the right. Your lady would know where it is, of course. She's been here plenty of times. Just likely never for such a...unique reason. Hopefully this doesn't get weird. Her knock eventually gets a response. Must have woke Applejack up. Her hair and tail is messy, and she's rubbing the sleep from her green eyes.

"Hey, guys," she yawns, "what's going on?"

"Good afternoon, dear. Sorry for waking you. Could we come in? I was hoping to talk to you about something kind of...important."

"Oh, uh, sure thing." Odd, A.J. doesn't seem at all worried or bothered. Maybe you were wrong about her being the spy? The farmer hops back onto the bed and adjusts her pillow, leaning it against the headboard. You choose to stand near the foot of the bed and Rarity, upon closing the door, lays down between you, facing her friend. Are you going crazy or did Rares just lock said door? What's she up to?! "So, what brings you guys here?"

The fashionista bites her lip. How does one go about accusing one of her closest friends of such deviant behavior, especially one who'd frown upon it so harshly? Well, directly yet gently, if they were Rarity. "Applejack, a few days ago, we...discovered something outside the boutique. Over by the kitchen window where the table is."

A nod tells you to remove the evidence from your pocket: a red hair band and a few strands of long, golden hair. You set them on the night stand beside the bed.

It's subtle, but you see Applejack's eyes bug out and her face sink ever so slightly – the actions of a guilty party knowing they've been caught. Guess you were right all along.

Of course, she tries to act all innocent. She should know better, what with the honesty thing and all. Jeez, Rarity told you before that A.J. was a bad liar and she wasn't kidding! "Errr, w-what's all that?"

Your single raised brow could give the cowgirl a run for her money – as could Rarity's. All the poor girl could do is shrink away with nowhere to go.

"Well, how do you even know those are mine? I'm not the only blonde in town and...I-I'm sure somepony else wears hair bands."

"I've never seen anypony else in town wear hair bands, Applejack," Rarity deadpans.

"Okay, but...but, so what? What does finding them outside your window have to do with anything?"

Your lady sighs and clears her throat. Why did this feel like it was suddenly about to get loud and ugly in here? "We were...in the throes of passion at the time. On the table. Right in plain sight. Yes, I forgot to close the drapes," she adds with an eye roll.

"And...why do you feel I need to know this or had anything to do with any of this?"

You finally pipe up, justifiably annoyed at the constant evasion. "A.J., we found the dirt outside disturbed in such a way that you had to have been sitting there long enough for your feet to dig in and then, when something spooked you, you bolted, and when you ran, your tail must have gotten stuck for a second on a branch and snagged the hair band."

Laughter was not the response you expected. "Whaaaat? And how did you come up with such an idea?"

"You realize Rarity likes to read those detective novels...um..."

"Shadow Spade."

"Yeah, Shadow Spade. Plus, y'know, paying attention to details is part of her job. And I'm not an idiot."

Well, that stopped the laughter real quick. Ah, the first bead of sweat. Applejack is even more cornered now than before. With a grunt, she folds her forelimbs in front of her chest and looks away, scowling – and grumbling something under her breath too.

"I'm sorry, dear?"

"You should've been more careful," she mumbles. "Besides, it...it doesn't sound like this is the first time with you two messin' up like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask.

"Y'know...you and...Pinkie?"

Rarity's eyes meet yours. Crap! "W-What about her?"

"Oh, come on! A few months ago? Sweetie Belle stopped by your place late one night to pick up her homework or something and she said that the three of you were...y'know!"

Clamming up in the face of the truth has become suddenly popular. "So, you know about that," you mutter.

"Oh, dear Celestia! How could you do that?! Relationships like yours are supposed to be one on one! What in the world happened?!"

Rarity looks at you again, slightly embarrassed, your own lip bitten this time. Seems the cat was out of the bag. What harm could it do at this point? "Pinkie came with us on a date we had planned since she was feeling a bit down in the dumps. We went to dinner, had a few drinks, one thing led to another..." you explain.

Applejack glares at your mare. "And you were okay with this?"

"Sweetie, I was the one who suggested she come with us in the first place." The farmer blinks in surprise. At least she couldn't accuse you of being the bad guy anymore, if that was going to be her intention from the get-go. "And I don't regret it either. Heck, it was...rather fun, to be honest," Rarity admits, smirking mischievously. Her reddening cheeks are too adorable.

Poor, sweet Applejack's brain must have broke. "So...you two are–?"

"Just fine, yeah."

"I must admit," Rarity adds, "it was a bit exciting watching my boo with somepony else. But we wouldn't have done all that we did with somepony we didn't know and trust completely, and I think you'll admit that we can trust Pinkie Pie. I'm also trusting you that you don't speak of this either. We and Pinkie made a promise to keep things quiet."

"Okay, okay," the farmer eventually sighs, "I won't say anything either then."

"Cool, thanks. There's still something we really gotta know, though," you say. Her green eyes slice right toward you. She must have an idea what you're about to ask. "Why did you watch? I mean...yeah, under normal circumstances, I can't see you doing something like that – at least, from what I know about you. Is it because it's season for you guys aaaand...?"

The farmer shifts her gaze away again, sulking visibly. "Yeah, I guess so. You're right though. I wouldn't normally have done that. I only came over because a branch caught my hat while I was working and torn a hole in it. Thought I'd ask you to patch it up for me. The front door was locked, so I figured I'd head to the back door and...well, you know the rest."

"Did you, at least, enjoy what you saw?" Rarity hums.

"I am not going to answer that."

"Oh, she did," you whisper to your sweetheart.

"She totally did." Applejack could only roll her eyes and conveniently not deny it. Meanwhile, Rarity shifts in place, facing you directly now. "I suppose it's only fair then that she get to finish watching the show. We do owe her that much."

Without warning, your shorts are magically yoinked down to the floor and you're dragged to the side of the bed. "The Hell?" Poor Applejack is just as stunned and it only gets worse when the fashionista takes you into her mouth. Shit, she isn't even waiting for you to be at attention yet!

"What are–?!" The country girl quickly stops herself from screaming at the top of her lungs. She did not need to have Granny Smith finding her way to her room to investigate any loud ruckus. "What the heck are you doing?!" she hisses.

Just as wildly confused, you shake your head and shrug at the orange mare. But, Rarity's efforts were quickly paying off, forcing you to bite your lip and begin to succumb to ecstasy. You always loved what she did with her gifted tongue. This still felt a bit wrong.

You'll get over it – starting with tossing your shirt away and scraping your shoes off your feet. The socks can stay.

Your eyes meet hers, and your hand almost unconsciously finds the top of her head. She gazes at you hungrily as your cock gradually hardens, filling her warm, wet mouth. A small grin takes form across your lips with each noisy slurp. Much to your delight, Rarity suddenly swallows you whole, her nose feeling a slight tickle thanks to curly hairs. Bit by bit, she slides you out her throat, never breaking eye contact, until your head literally pops from her snout. Smirking coyly, Rarity just barely shifts her focus to her speechless friend.

Applejack's dumbfounded yet thirsty, curious stare immediately shifts to disdain upon being discovered. Folding her forelegs even tighter than before, she looks away and snorts in disgust.

Stifling a chortle, Rarity asks, "Something wrong, Applejack?"

"Oh, just finish up already and get out," she snarls.

Shrugging to herself, Rarity spins around and lays on her back, spreading herself for you and draping her legs and tail off the side of the bed just like she did the kitchen table. She flutters her eyes a single, seductive time and motions you over.

Your hormones officially override your intelligence, even in such an awkward situation. You can never say no to that come-hither smile.

The fashionista takes in a sharp breath when you enter her. You lean in and her forelimbs wrap gently around your neck. The mattress squeaks in protest with every slow, firm thrust. A light, tugging nibble on her fuzzy ear makes her giggle. As she enjoys herself, Rarity takes the briefest of seconds to check on Applejack. The farmer is staring with bated breath, but the as soon as their eyes meet, she quickly turns away as she did before, just with slightly less scowling this time. A wry grin stretches across your sweetheart's cheeks.

It's a unique time to strike up a conversation, even a whispered one. Hopefully the mattress and the pounding together of flesh will mask enough of what Rarity says to you. "So, what do you think?"

"What about?"

"This."

You pull away a bit and stare quizzically; your hips keep up a good pace though. Regardless, that's not really an answer.

"You were right before about..." Rarity darts her eyes at her friend and back. "Don't look!"

Okay, you won't. But, again, what's she talking about? Well, once she shares a cocky grin with you, it's not hard to figure out. It even takes the wind out of your sails for a minute.

"Wait, you mean this was all to get back at...?"

"Mmmm, partially." Once more, Rarity wraps a hoof around you and pulls you in close, hiding her lips behind your head for Applejack not to see. "I can be a devious bitch when I want to be."

Jeez, she wasn't kidding! Yet, oddly, you're not really upset with her. If anything, you find it all kind of amusing. Aside from hearing her say something so unlike her, it's not every day a lady will drag you straight into the bedroom of one of her best friends just to fuck in front of her in an effort to get back at her for some perceived slight.

"Ohhh, what am I going to do with you?" you tease.

"Whatever it is, do it later. Right now, stand up. Give her a good view. She's watching but she won't admit it."

Stifling a chuckle, you obey the wanton mare and firmly take hold of her hips. As you get back to roughly pounding her slit, you spy from the corner of your eye that indeed A.J. is staring, watching, probably a step or two away from salivating. With another quick glance sideways, you observe her even trying to get a slightly better shot of your cock sliding in and out of Rarity. She spots you watching and shies away once again, this time more embarrassed than anything. But her actions still betray her and it's not long before she goes back to eating you up with her hungry green eyes. She doesn't even bother to stop when you both turn and face her outright.

A white hoof taps at your hand. What's up this time?

Between heavy breaths, Rarity gives you a nod. You cock your head; what's she going on about now? She follows her smirk with a sudden, stunning revelation – one that feels oddly familiar.

"Okay, Applejack, your turn."

"Huh?" The cowgirl is engulfed in blue and slid up next to you both. She has an even more bewildered look on her face than before, but you rapidly put two and two together. Good Lord, this was Rarity's actual plot the whole time.

...Shit, you were lucky – assuming A.J. was cool with things, of course.

You double check with Rarity, and she gives you another nod. Looks like you're in the clear, but you better take things a bit slow. Don't want to get your arm torn off and be beaten to death with it by an angry, orange mare. Poor girl needs to remember how to breathe though.

Ever so cautiously, your hand finds its way to a hind leg. Not going straight in for the kill just yet, but the gentle caress of your fingertips against her skin make her leg twitch, and a gasp hisses through her teeth. Jeez, if that little bit of sensuality sends that much of a jolt through her system, Rarity must have been right that Applejack has gone a long while without any contact. The pains of being a workaholic.

Once she's relaxed again, the soft circular rubbing continues. You can feel every bit of her tight muscles clench up as you move closer and closer to her sweet spot. Heaving breaths rush from her nose. She's biting her lip, trying to remain quiet as not to attract any unwanted familial attention. It's obvious that it's not easy for her. You finally reach her clit and, with a gasp, she slams her legs shut. Is A.J. cutting you off or...?

Ah, she's not. Her legs gradually open as the initial shock dies down. Just not used to someone else touching her there – yet. As Applejack gasps for breath, she turns to the fashionista. "I'm gonna get you for this."

"Promises, promises."

Rarity wriggles as you leave her and step to her friend, a bit disappointed but still eager to watch what was to come. Your meat, coated in your lady's slick, is the only thing in Applejack's sights as you grab hold and nuzzle her entrance with your head. Grabbing tightly to her leg, you slowly push everything you have inside the cowgirl and soak in the new flavor. If Applejack were much tighter, it may have hurt. Thankfully, she's excited enough now – and she'd have no real choice but to admit it – to be consumed by passion too. The way she arched her back off the bed and curled her tail around your leg was enough of a giveaway. Her resistance to screaming in ecstasy and alerting the family makes you cock a smile. This was going to be fun.

Despite how wet you already were, and how juicy the Apple was starting to become, you had to take it slow, partially to enjoy fucking your lady's close friend as much as possible and partially to get the farm girl loosened up some more. Mostly the former though. It's a good thing you had been fooling around so much lately. If you hadn't, the long, loud, moist strokes and the steady pops of your hips into A.J.'s wanton clit would have set you off already. Though her vice-like grip wasn't helping in that regard. That was fine though!

Beside you, Rarity had propped herself on her side, holding her head up on a free hoof. She was sporting a devious little grin while her other hoof was busy below. Good to see she was enjoying herself too, but considering what happened a few months ago involving Pinkie, that's not a surprise. Is she going to join in this time too?

However, she may not have time to. Applejack suddenly gasps, takes hold of your hand and wraps her legs around your midsection, pinning you inside her. Good Lord, it feels like she's going to break a couple ribs! Her shaking and quivering alleviates the pain a little though; it's always nice to see a job well done, even if you don't finish yourself. She certainly seems to be taking a while to get it all out. Not surprising though after what Rarity's told you.

Finally, Applejack is spent. Her breaths are heavy and raspy, and you’re mercifully set free from those powerful hind legs of hers as they slumped off the side of the bed. As you back away, her tail wraps around your leg. You also note that she hasn't let your hand go yet.

Once her breathing calms down, she commands, "I didn't say stop."