Applejack’s eyes peered open as the sun rose up. She was a little groggier than usual from her late night of fun, but still found the energy to throw her quilt off of her naked body and rolled off. One would think that after doing this for over two decades that you’d get used to it, but in truth, it was just exhausting to her. “Whoever decided that farmers should wake up at the crack of dawn was a real donkey’s ass,” she grumbled sleepily. After stretching and a yawning to get herself relatively motivated, she searched warily for a clean set of clothes, palming the ground until she found her pants and tossed them on the bed. Looking for that shirt she thought she was wearing yesterday before passing out, she wondered aloud, “Might need to hide that magazine in case Applebloom comes in here looking for my headphones…” Of course, she wouldn’t find it. She’d basically forgotten all about throwing it under her pillow last night.

The cowpony opened her drawers and was greeted with a full supply of denim and different coloured plaid, no dresses or skirts for this mare. She grabbed a button up shirt and quickly threw it on as well as a fresh pair of panties. All that was left to do was take her belt from her old pants and picked up her favourite hat from the rack. With herself all dressed, she tipped-toed down the stairs. Apple Bloom would sleep like a rock and her brother was probably tired from last night’s hat-wearing. The only pony in this household that would be up at this absurd hour would be Granny Smith, probably making breakfast or knitting yet another sweater.

Speaking of, as she started to descend the stairs, she could hear the jazzy tunes of The Jive Cats and smelled the distinct scent of a sweet, tangy aroma being created by cooking apples coming from the kitchen. Granny Smith was downstairs happily flipping pancakes and humming to her old record player. Every three beats, she’d be seen flipping the spatula like a show gunner would with his or her Single Action Army revolver.

“Morning Granny,” said Applejack, walking into the kitchen and taking a seat at the table. “You’re up early as usual.”

“G’morning to you, sweet pea,” grinned her elderly grandmother. “I was just about to call you and the rest of the famn damnly down for pancakes, but those two are lazier than a pig in the summer.”

Applejack laughed at her grandmother’s metaphor. “Well, let them sleep in today! We need to start bringing in the harvest in the next couple of days for Market Week. I’ll need them well rested if we’re going to pick every apple in Sweet Apple Acres, which is why I’m going to need to get the grub to go. I’ve got a lot to do today.”

This peaked the old mare’s interest. “Oh, is that so? Prepping for the harvest? Heading into town for supplies, dearie?”

“S-something like that…” With her cheeks flushing red at the real reason for her doing so, Applejack tried to hide the truth from her grandmother, something that she was terrible at doing. “I might be gone all day, though…”

“I see,” smirked Granny Smith. “So, tell me.” The wrinkled hands picked up a glass of juice and held it, swishing the liquid inside around before asking, “what’re you really doing, missy?” If there was one thing Applejack couldn’t understand, it was why she was the worst fibber in Ponyville, and why Granny Smith had the poker face of a brick wall.

Applejack heavily sighed in defeat, slouching in her chair as she did so. “Fine… Me and my friends, yeh see. We’re going on over to Canterlot for some silly waste of time that probably won’t work anyways. There, you happy?”

“I will be when you tell me the rest of the story.” The glass settled down on the wooden table. With a critical eye looking Applejack up and down, Granny Smith voiced, “Like, what exactly is this ‘waste of time’ you’re going on about.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Applejack, dear… Now, if it really was nothing; why, you wouldn’t be redder than a sunbaked tomato right about now!” Her granny smirked after relaxing in her spot a bit, flipping a couple of pancakes onto a pair of plates and sitting next to her granddaughter. If there was one thing that always amazed Applejack, it was her granny’s amazing ability to juggle a conversation with somepony else and cook with little trouble, too. “Y’all were never the best at keeping your feelings hidden without lighting up; it’s a curse for you, sure. But, it’s also a gift, too, y’know. Now, tell your old granny what’s on your mind.”

“Alright, alright, here’s the deal...” She pondered to herself a little, thinking on the best way to word her situation. “Last night, I had a little bit of an... emotional breakdown, and let it slip that I was alone, and that’s no lie, either… I haven’t had a coltfriend in… well, not since junior high. See, I’m really starting to get mighty lonesome these days, and it doesn’t help that Apple Bloom has a new boy every couple of months. Shucks! Big Mac’s practically married to Cheerilee, and… Well…”

Throughout her brief confession, Applejack had been becoming even more shaken with every word that left her lips. By then, it’d become such a thing to Granny Smith that she simply had to say, “Go on, let it out, hun.”

So, she did. Raising from her seat and planting her justly balled up fist on the hard table, Applejack stated, “I despise being single! There, I said it!”

She sat back down slowly, her palms sweating with rather random anger. They sat in silence for a minute, partly so each could think up of what to say next, but mostly to make sure the others would stay asleep. They weren’t stirring upstairs, though, so they resumed with trouble from the sudden, awkward atmosphere.

“So... it’s about a stallion, eh?” Granny smiled. “You have a coltfriend you’ve been hiding from us?”

“Not really,” mumbled Applejack, wiping her hand down her face, trying to massage her stress away. “It’s just that Rainbow and everypony else managed to talk me into going to some charity event. They say they’re hopefully gonna get me a stallion I’ve taken a liking to.”

“Well, that’s great, darling,” her grandmother said. “Truth be told, I was getting mighty worried with you. When your mother passed away; Celestia rest my daughter’s soul, I promised her that I would watch over you and your siblings, and make sure that you’re happy, and frankly sweetie, you’ve been a bit of a sauerkraut, which is why it warms my old heart that those friends of yours got your flank in gear and put that sweet smile back on your face. I know you don’t need a stallion to take care of you, none of the Apple mares ever had, but’s it’s always nice to know there’s one out there... just in case.”

Applejack’s eyes started to tear up at the kind words of her grandmother. She gave her a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks a bunch, Granny. I guess I’m just a little nervous, or something...”

“We’re always here for you, sweetie,” whispered Granny Smith. “And I love you.”

“I know that, grams.”

“Now, you need to go and hustle your bustle! You don’t wanna be late for your date.”

“Granny…” Applejack slouched down, looking away with a smirk.

“Oh, let an old horse like me have her fun!” The granny handed her a plate of pancakes. “Now, get going, and be sure to eat something on your way. Last thing your stallion needs is to see you without breakfast! Don’t mind an old hag’s ramblings, but when you don’t eat, you look skinnier than a plank of wood.”

Applejack groan sarcastically, although it was hardly as loud as the one her stomach made. She took the plate from her grandmother rather quickly. After dousing it with a fat glob of maple syrup, she headed out of the kitchen and into the crisp morning air outside the house. She took a few forkfuls of sweet pancakes as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the rising sun. One of the things that she loved about her farm life was the stellar view that she got to see every morning. She could never imagine life without it.

However, today’s view seemed abstracted, blotted even, seemingly from a shadowy dot on the horizon. She squinted to try and make out the shadowy figure that was doing a poor job sneaking closer to the house, almost as if it was coming back from something she wasn’t supposed to be going to…

“Apple Bloom,” sighed Applejack to herself, staring as her little sister crept through the treeline off the apple orchard. “She must have snuck out after her curfew again to go to some party, or perhaps a late night visit with one of her many guy friends...” Part of the filly’s sister knew that she should go and talk to her about this, that it wasn’t good to always defy the rules of the house and act like she was an adult, even though she was barely fourteen, she wouldn’t be considered an adult for another three years. However, not only did she not have time to play mother figure with the little hellion, she didn’t want to be too hypocritical. After all, everypony was a teenager at one point. Besides, Granny Smith would give her eight kinds of hell if she was caught sneaking into the house through the kitchen.

So, she just let the teen filly have her espionage this morning while she continued to the edge of the farm. It surprised her to see that Rainbow and Fluttershy were already waiting for her at the gate. Rainbow pacing in small circles in the air as she started kicking up a small dust devil. The little twisters seemed to scare Fluttershy as she was an uncanny distance from Rainbow, and the path of the spinning winds. It was Rainbow that finally noticed Applejack coming down to the gate.

“Well, there you are! What took you so long? We’ve been waiting here forever, I even ran out of sex stories to tell Fluttershy.”

“I told you I didn’t want to listen to them!” Whimpered the yellow pegasus. “I don’t want to know what anypony does in their private time…”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Rainbow said, rolling her eyes. “So you ready to go get boinked, AJ?”

Fluttershy seemed to flinch at the sentence. “Please stop…”

“Oh, come on. It’s not like you’ve never done it. You can’t tell me that you and Will haven’t done anything on those weekends you go out on together.” Rainbow started to hover around her shy little friend, looming down on her, flying circles around her like a hungry shark. “I mean, I guess I can see what you see in him. He’s is a successful, big guy like that, just bulging in all the right places, and I don’t mean his biceps or wallet.”

“RD, maybe you should stop,” said Applejack, pointing out the fact that Fluttershy was on the verge of tears, and her face couldn’t get any redder. “You’re scaring her.”

“What?” Rainbow asked, putting her fists on her hips. “All I wanna do is compare notes,” she said. “Lately, things between me and Thunderlane have been getting a little boring in the sack. He’s a nice guy, but I get the feeling he’s starting to slow down.”

“What do you mean?” Applejack asked, raising her eyebrow, curious about Rainbow’s situation. She knew that Rainbow and Thunderlane didn’t exactly have the most... romantic relationship in the world, and, to be frank, she was surprised that they’ve lasted this long without a speedbump. Applejack supposed that there was only so long you could go with a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship before you have to face your feelings for one another. “Have things not been working out for you?”

Rainbow gave out an ugly sigh. “Lately the sex has been… let’s say subpar at best, and since Spike and Rarity are too vanilla for me, Pinkie’s love life scares me, and Twilight won’t talk about those stallions she has in Canterlot, I thought that Fluttershy would have some suggestions that weren’t so run of the mill sex, or dungeons and chambermaids.”

Like a warning light, Fluttershy’s face lit up red. “Who told you about that?!”

Both of her friends gave her a look, Rainbow scratching her head in her state of shock. “Fluttershy… wait ,what?”

“Nothing!” Fluttershy blurted out, turning head as she started walking away and towards town. “I thought that we were getting the rest of the girls and Spike to help Applejack get Soarin’. Not about what I do in my private time with Iron Will.”

“Fair enough,” said the farm pony, looking towards Rainbow Dash. “We’ll stop prying, right?”

“Ugh, whatever.”

Applejack smiled and gave a nod. “Good, now c’mon. We need to go wake up everypony else. I think Pinkie should be up by now, and maybe Twilight, too. Now, if Spike spent the night over at Rarity’s, we’re going to need a damn foghorn to wake them up. What with her and her beauty sleep and him with his I like sleeping attitude, they’re like two sloths in a fuzzy blanket.”

“Hey, don’t rip on sleeping. Sleeping is what keeps my awesomeness levels at top velocity.” Rainbow did a backflip in the air as she said, “That’s why I take six naps a day.”

“Whatever you say, RD. I reckon I really couldn’t care less. Even if I tried.”

The three ponies walked the rest of the way into town in silence. There wasn’t much to talk about, but there was plenty for Applejack to think about, like what she would even do if when she was actually with Soarin’. Part of her wanted to think that it’d be just like any other stallion that she’d ever met in her life, but feared that in his presence she’d be reduced to a garbling school girl, like that time she first saw Soarin’ in a Wonderbolt poster in high school, and nearly fainted at the young cadet. He was the youngest flyer since Spitfire to ever pass the academy, leaving shortly after to join the elite team of fliers. He was a heartthrob then and he remained so as he aged into young adulthood. She was getting warm just thinking about it, and thought that she’d break into a sweat. Thankfully, they got to the Golden Oaks Library just as Twilight was locking the door behind her and placing the ‘closed’ up.

“Hey there, Twilight!” Rainbow shouted, fluttering over to the alicorn. “You’re up earlier than we thought.”

“I’m still up,” she yawned while adjusting her wings so they would fold into her back. It had been years since her transformation but her flappers still liked to disobey her from time to time. “Couldn’t sleep last night. I was sending letters all night to the princesses and finally got them to leave me alone to do this.”

Rainbow’s brow busheled in confusion. “What? Why? Were you doing a friendship report or something?”

“You could say that,” mumbled Twilight. “Although, I did also talk to them about Applejack’s predicament.”

Applejack’s ears flopped down. “Twilight! That was personal!” she cried. “I didn’t want the whole world to know… Why’d you do something like that?”

“I was just trying to get some help,” she said, reaching into her large, purple purse around her shoulder. “Besides, you’re going to thank me when you see what they poofed me a few hours ago.” Twilight pulled out a small envelope from her post bag. “They sent you a little good luck money.”

“Holy horse apples,” gasped the cowpony, taking the money in her quivering hands. “How much is in here?”

“Twenty thousand bits in royal credits.”

“Twenty—Twilight, with that sorta moh-” She looked at the sealed gift, and resumed, “With… this, I could fund a workforce for the farm, and build another silo for my harvest!”

Rainbow nodded. “Yeah, and instead, you’re going to do something fun, and not totally lame for once in your life.”

“Silly Dashie!” Pinkie Pie laughed, jumping on her friend’s shoulders. “Applejack’s fun! She just works so much that she just seems like no fun. But, I do agree we should use these bits to buy Soarin’! That’s what the princesses would want, anyways.”

Each of Pinkie’s friend’s did a double take. Pinkie had somehow appeared out of nowhere and was acting like she had been there the entire time; even though no pony had even heard her approaching… It was ‘Pinkie’ to say the least.

“Pinkie, how long have you been standing behind Rainbow?” Twilight asked.

“What’re you talking about?” The pink party pony laughed, “I’ve been here since three in the morning, playing the new ‘Manimal Crossing’ game. It’s super addictive! I’ve just finished putting a second level to my house if you guys ever want to come and visit it.”

“WHAT!?” Twilight gasped, awestricken by Pinkie’s in game accomplishment, even she hadn’t been able to get that far into the development of her own house. “That must have cost you a fortune of bells!”

“Yeah, but yesterday I caught, like, ten stringfish!”

“B-b-but they only have a one percent of them to spawn! That’s so unfair!” Twilight let out a brief growl, mumbling to herself. “Biggest thing I’ve ever got was an angelfish…”

While Twilight and Pinkie continued to bicker with one another, mostly of which consisted of Twilight complaining of Pinkie’s apparent success, the rest of their friends began to migrate away from them, since not one of them had a clue of what they were talking about, nor did they care that much. Applejack, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash knew that they’d catch up later, or at least meet up with them at the train station.

Besides, they had to go wake up sleeping beauty and her ‘beasy weasty’.

It was a short walk to the Boutique, and a rather quiet one, too, since most ponies were still asleep. It was no surprise to see that there was no pony waiting for them outside.

“I suppose they’re still asleep,” sighed Applejack. “I figured as much. Reckon they’ll wake up soon?”

Rainbow shook her head. “Not likely, guys. This is Spike and Rarity we’re talking about, remember? There’s a good chance that they forgot about our plan and got to horsing around last night, and not in the good way.”

Applejack added, “Not for us, that is.”

“If we’re lucky, they’ll come around at about... noon."

“Isn’t that when the Wonderbolt Weekend starts?”

“Yeah, and by then, it’ll be too late. So, we need to do something a little more drastic.” Rainbow grinned devilishly at Fluttershy. “You thinking what I’m thinking.”

“Umm… Maybe… I don’t know, probably not.”

“Perfect, then go up there and punch through their window!”

“I’m not going to do that!”

“Oh my goddess Fluttershy, you can’t do this one thing for me?” Rainbow mumbled. “After all the times you dragged me to see the butterfly migrations or talked me into helping you out with the animal shelter, and what about that one time I went all through Cloudsdale and told them to help with the clean-up for the great geese grease clean?”

“You actually never did any of those things for me…”

“Exactly! So you can’t do this one thing for me? I thought you were my friend,” tsked Rainbow.

“Hey, not to interrupt your brilliant and cunning plan, but I think I’m just going to knock on the door,” droned Applejack. “Honestly, the things that go through your head… you always overlook the simple things.” She knocked on the door of the house a few times and waited… and waited a little bit more before trying again. After a few minutes passed with no answer, she looked back at her pegesi friends and gave a heavy sigh. “Welp... so much for the simple approach. You got any other ideas?”

“Yeah, Fluttershy can pu—“

“I’m not punching through the window!”

“Well then, I don’t know what to do!” Shouted Rainbow, throwing her hands in the air. “We’ve exhausted all possible options. I guess we’ll just have to leave them behind or something.”

“B-but they’re our friends…” whimpered Fluttershy. “We can’t leave them out of this.” She gulped, as she expanded her wings a little. With a few cautious flutters, the shy pony ascended to the upper level of the Boutique. She tapped on the window a few times and whispered, “Umm, Spike and Rarity…? It’s time to get up, but if you’re too tired, then that’s okay as well.”

“Can you see anything, Fluttershy?” Applejack asked.

“Rarity’s curtains are in the way… All the lights are still off, too.”

“Well then knock louder!” Fluttershy glanced down at Rainbow who hovered next to Applejack.

“Rainbow, don’t be so loud,” hushed Fluttershy. “You might wake somepony up.”

The intense force of Rainbow’s face-palm echoed through the town. “That’s the whole freaking point!”

“Rainbow, shush it,” muttered Applejack. “She means the rest of Ponyville, feather head. But, I really think that we should just—“

“Spikey, do you have my bags?” Rarity’s voice called from inside. “I think everyone else is ready for us outside. I can hear Applejack and Rainbow’s voices.”

“I think they’re upstairs, but are you sure you need the bags? We’re just going for the day, it’s not like we’re staying the weekend or something.”

“But wouldn’t it be magical, darling?” She said from within the house. “I always love my trips to Canterlot! We really should think of taking a little vacation there.”

The door to Rarity’s store swung open with Spike walking out with three heavy suitcases in his one claw, two traveller’s bags in the other, and tome pins on his scaly tail. “I’ll take a look at our schedules and—oh hey guys—I’ll see what I can find, there’s lots of things to consider like when we want to go and stuff like money.”

Rarity followed closely behind the dragon, still brushing a few stray curls out of her hair. “Well, we could always stay—oh hello darlings—during this weekend. You don’t suppose that Princess Celestia would lend us one of the towers again, do you?”

Spike shook his head. “Doubtful, after our last little vacation to Canterlot, and the unfortunate death of three mattresses, I don’t think that we’ll be allowed back for a bit. Plus, I don’t think we should abandon Applejack in her time of need. We have our whole lives to vacation in Canterlot, but only this weekend to make AJ’s dreams come true.”

“Of course, dear! How silly of me...” Rarity nodded, turning to Applejack. “Oh, don’t worry about a thing, Applejack. You have Spike and my support on this. We even pooled into the PDF…” Rarity stopped for a second, almost looking like she was going to start crying for a minute. However, she managed to keep herself composed. “… But, I think that this is more important than the Pretty Dress Fund. So... here.” She handed her a small envelope, stuffed fat with bits. “So, what are we waiting for? We mustn’t be tardy. To the train station, everypony!” She and Spike picked up the pace towards the outskirts of town, their friends a bit confused, but still followed the rushing couple.

Once the train was in sight, they quickly bought their tickets to take the Friendship Express, opting to get the fastest train route available, one that would get them to the Four Flower Festival in time for the Wonderbolt Weekend. Once the conductor called, “All Aboard,” the seven of them made their way into the train and found themselves their seats, and the Train took off almost immediately afterwards.

Applejack quickly slid into the corner of a small booth, with Rainbow, Pinkie, Twilight and Fluttershy quickly taking the surrounding seats. “This is so exciting!” Pinkie smiled, constantly bouncing on the cushion of her seat, ready to spring to the ceiling at any given time. “Applejack, are you excited? I bet you’re super excited! I know I’m super excited, and I’m not even going to be doing anything! Everything is just so exciting! So, back to my first question, Applejack, are you excited? I bet you’re super excited! I know I’m super—” She was immediately cut off by Twilight’s fingers pinching her lips shut, but Pinkie kept chirping on the same thing through her clamped lips.

“I know where this is going,” Twilight groaned. “She got stuck in an infinite loop again.”

Rainbow nodded. “Yeah, but she does have a pretty good point. How are you feeling, AJ? You ready to get boned?”

“Can you not call it that?” Applejack grumbled, sinking into her folded arms on the train’s table. Suddenly now that they were leaving for Canterlot, she was starting to get cold feet. “This is a stupid idea… Maybe I’ll just take the next train back to Ponyville once I get to the train station. I’ll reimburse you guys the money you spent, but this was just a waste of time.”

“No it’s not!” Fluttershy pepped, squeaking surprisingly loud over her friend’s chatter. She realized that all eyes were on her, so she started to turn a little red. “I mean… it’s not a waste of time. You don’t want to look back on this day and regret not going through with it, do you?” Applejack looked down. “If I didn’t muster up the courage to confront Iron Will with my feelings, I’d… I’d probably still be alone, and I don’t want you to be like that. It’s not like you to be so cowardly, Applejack. You’ll charge headfirst into a pack of timberwolves, but you’ll flee from meeting your crush?”

“Fluttershy’s right, Applejack,” Rainbow Dash said. “You’ve just gotta do this, even if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming. You’re doing this, Applejack, there just ain’t nothing to it.”

Sighing in defeat, the cowpony sat up from the table. She nodded in acceptance over the inevitable. She was either cursed or blessed to have friends that were being so stubborn about her happiness, although they did bring up a good point with regret. It was always hard for her to accept help from other ponies, be it with work or her love life, or hunting down a Sass Squash. No matter how hard she tried, she always forgot to ease up, and allow others to step in every once in a while. Besides, perhaps this would work out for the better after all. “Alright, you’ve convinced me, girls. I’m just a little jittery is all, and I just didn’t think this was how my day would turn out.”

“For the better, right?” Pinkie asked.

Applejack didn’t really know how to answer that. “Sure, why not?” She shrugged.

“AWESOME!” Pinkie cheered, looking out the window. “Are we there yet?”

“I don’t think so,” Twilight said. “Because we’ve been traveling for less than ten minutes!”

“So we still got a few hours before we get to Canterlot, right?” Applejack mumbled, laying her head onto the table. She pulled her cowboy hat over her eyes as she tried to get some sleep from her friends. “Why don’t y’all wake me when we get to Canterlot, Spike or Rarity aren’t the only ones that probably had a long night.”

“Speaking of… I haven’t seen either of them since we got on board,” said Twilight. “They just disappeared. I wonder where they went off too…”

“Why don’t you go look for them, if you’re so worried?”

Twilight shrugged. “Nah, I’m sure that they’ll show up eventually. They’re probably just exploring the train or something like that.”

“Or having sex in one of the train carts,” snickered Rainbow Dash.

“Rainbow!” Frowned Twilight, annoyed at the fact that Rainbow simply had to insert a sex joke at any given moment. “That’s terrible! Rarity would never do something like that...”

“You’re probably right. She’s probably at the bar forcing Spike to do some wine tasting or something super gay like that.”

*****

The hallways were quiet, with no pony making a noise. This part of the train must have been off limits. Otherwise, more likely, simply not in use at the moment. It seemed strange that this whole travel cart would be vacant, but it wouldn’t be for much longer. Spike and Rarity looked around the halls, double checking to make sure that this silence wasn’t an illusion. When the coast was clear, the two stepped in and disappeared into one of the private booths.

It was a lot more roomy than they had expected, with two couches on both sides of the booth, and a collapsible table that went into the wall or floor, whichever was of most convenience. This would work well for what they were about to do. Spike made sure to lock the door behind them.

“Ah, alone at last,” he sighed, turning the dumb lock on the door. “I thought we’d never get away from the others. Thank goodness that these particular booths were completely empty… I wonder why, exactly?” He tapped his chin with a claw while pondering.

“It’s not really important, now is it, dear?” asked Rarity, taking a seat on one of the sofas and pulling out a little make-up kit from her purse. “I’m just glad we finally have a moment all to ourselves.” She started to apply a little blush to her cheeks, adding a little dab to help bring out her completion. “We definitely could have gone without that rude awakening. With Fluttershy knocking on our window, we didn’t even get to finish our… session.”

“Yeah, I wonder why she did something like that.”

Rarity giggled a little, but groaned a as she slipped a little on her mascara. “Damn!” She spat, quickly taking a white cotton ball and wiping away the black smudge on her face. “You have got to be kidding me... I swear, can this morning get any worse?”

The dragon jumped back from Rarity’s sudden hostility. It was unlike her to act this aggressively over something so insignificant, even if it was her make-up. “Whoa… Rarity, are you okay?”

“Sorry, dear,” the unicorn sighed, putting her makeup back into her purse. “It’s just that I’m a little… how would you say, wound up from this morning’s rather tiresome activities.”

“What do you... oh,” the dragon said, realizing what his mare meant. With their friends’ little interruption that morning, the two weren’t able to finish fooling around, and it was starting to get to his beloved diva’s nerves. He never liked seeing her in this much anguish, or better put, sexual frustration. It not only annoyed the hell out of him, but Rarity as well. A girl has her needs, especially somepony like Rarity, and he needed to do something about that. “Here, slide over.”

“Why, Spike?”

“Just trust me,” he grinned, taking a seat next to her. “You do trust me, right?”

“With my life, if things came to that, but I still don’t—oh my…” Her muzzle scrunched up as Spike started massaging her shoulders, not even bothering to ask. He was good at that, predicting when and where the right time may be. The only thing that can become an interference was Twilight and his other friends. As he continued his work, it was almost instantaneous how all of her stress, and all that pent up aggression just seemed to disappear, melting away like the snow on a summer mountain. While her tension seemed to be released, it only served to fuel the burning desires that began to intensify inside her. She felt nice, relaxed as if she had just stepped into a warm, bubbly bath, but without feeling warm, even with the water being the perfect temperature. Spike truly had magic in those claws of his; she couldn’t help but breathe out a moan at the touch of his nails, but it still wasn’t enough.

Spike could tell, the way her shoulders quivered from under his influence, he started to get a little more daring with his massage, venturing down from the mare’s neck and shoulders to her lower back, dragging his claws lightly down, tickling her as they went. He even caused her to arch back and coo in ecstasy for a moment. The summit of each finger crept along Rarity’s sides and eventually found their way to her chest.

The unicorn gulped as Spike’s loving hand caressed her breast. “I… Spike, this is wonderful... but, don’t you think we should slow down? Just because this cart is empty at the moment doesn’t necessarily mean somepony could walk in by accident. Why, what if this booth belongs to somepony? We could get into a lot of trouble if we’re caught!”

“I know,” Spike grinned, giving her a little nip on her neck. “And I know you just love the idea of getting caught.”

“Yes, but our friends…”

“They’re all dealing with Applejack right now. C’mon, I know you want this.” He adjusted himself on the couch a little more so she could slide into his grasp if she wanted. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have let me get this far. You want this release just as much as I do.”

It was true; her body was yearning for the dragon’s touch, and a bit more of his touch than what was already happening. Her urges were roaring for her to act, attacking the last sensible resistance of her brain before she reached back and pulled Spike’s head towards her and whispered, “You locked the door, right?”

“Of course, milady.”

“Well then,” she smiled. “I suppose we should get a little more comfortable.” Rarity led Spike’s hand to the base of her shirt. How was it that she could never say no to her dragon? Was the lust for his chiseled figure that strong, or was it his exoticness? Maybe it was how he was the embodiment of a beast, but with the heart of a gentlecolt. Whatever it was, she freed herself from her top, leaving her bare chest visible for Spike. All he could do was stare while discarding her shirt. “Silly me, forgot to put my bra on this morning.”

“Definitely,” grinned Spike. He cupped each of her breasts, feeling and massaging them before, pinching the nipples of his mistress. Spike pulled her in closer, getting a better taste of her. His slick, forked tongue flickered coyly between his lips, inviting her to play, and she naturally took the bait. The tales of tamed dragons having insatiable effects in bed, to Rarity, were utterly true. She suckled his lower lip while rubbing her hands down his back, making her way down between his belt and towards her favourite double headed dragon. The warm rods were already pulsing hard in her grip, adding some for stimulus with circular rubs from her fingers. Rarity knew it was about time she unleashed the dragon’s special gifts. She made quick work of Spike’s belt and zipper, practically tearing down his pants and boxers. quite easily. It was all worth it, though, to see his two heads bounce about, eager and ready to go.

She pushed Spike off of her and onto the floor to stood over him. With a sly twinkle in her eye, she started to slowly hitch up her skirt, working up her long, white legs until she got to her waist. Her panties were already tinted a little, something that just so happened to be predictable for Spike. She quickly discarded them loosely, looping them around her ankle and flicking them onto Spikes left ear. He brushed them off open mouthed, blankly watching, but not before taking a quick taste of her desire. She was more than ready for this, so why keep her waiting?

He leaned up, gripping her arm, and pulled the unicorn down on top of him. He eagerly, though tenderly kissed her, making small nips on the side of her neck while lightly coursing her skin with his sharp fangs. Rarity arched back in a gasp of lustful mumbles, her spine tingling from her aching yearnings for this. She had initially been mad that her friends had ruined her and Spike’s alone time so early, but she almost felt like thanking them now for this build up.

“Ready?” Spike asked.

“J-just do it…” she hummed.

Spike licked his lips and bent his head down slowly, his mouth opening ever so slightly, to where only the fangs could be seen. He gave her a tender nibble, not enough to break the skin, but enough to get her body quivering with excitement. With that, Spike bucked up into her, his twin rods entering forcefully through her opening. Her tightness was the greatest feeling in the world to him, a sensation he could never get sick of, not while both his knotty dicks were being copiously suctioned in by Rarity’s slit and pucker. He had so much to be thankful for, gazing up at the white, panting mare he was rutting, her quivering arms that reached out for the edge of the train seats so she could better balance herself. Each of her fine breasts bounced with every wonderful, hard thrust he gave her, shaking while still saying firm in place. He was careful not to over do it.

Spike could feel his heart racing as Rarity picked up the pace, practically hopping up and down on his pogo sticks. She was starting to groan louder, biting her lips to keep from screaming, but she could only keep it in for so long. She made a sudden, loud screech after Spike finally landed one of her more favorite spots. Rarity’s mind slowly became a mess after that. She no longer cared about being discreet, challenging the idea that somepony; anypony could walk in on them right now, near buck naked and having the time of their lives. She wanted them to envy her happiness, watch in jealousy as she took what was only hers to take, and then simply relish in the pride that she would never love another the way she loved him.

The burning only became more intense as she glared off at the closed door. Who knows how many ponies had passed by, unknowing that she was being railed behind a thin wall of wood and glass. With the thought of whoever somehow walking through the door to see Spike filling her up with his spunk crossing her mind, she nearly lost it. Her love juices were already beginning to soak out and about, so she gave Spike her amused stare; a lusty and blushing expression that translated into ‘finish me off’.

It was a good thing Spike was fluent in many languages, as in one swift movement he complied. He flipped the tables on Rarity, sitting up and pushing her onto her back. She fell gently, her arms stranded above her hair as she brushed a few loose curls out of the way. The dragon had to make little adjustment, as his members never left Rarity’s love holes. With himself on top, he could have more control, and more importantly, a lot more power.

The dragon ferociously increased his pace, ramming violently into her gap freely. It was what she loved though. While the speed may have doubled, her experience and sensation tripled at least. Gawking at his work, and almost losing focus were it not for her hand pulling at his collar, dragging him closer to her, their tongues intertwining to give Rarity that last bit of ecstasy, and to finally finish her off. Her walls squeezed against his dragon prick tightly, riding out the exhilarating high and milking him of every last drop of reptilian cum. Once her heart’s thumping began to wind down, she looked down and blushed at the mess they’d made. It was unavoidable, though. All one could say for these two was that they were a pair unlike any other. The only thing keeping the two tied together was both years of friendship, and months of ‘fuck it’ sex. Despite everyone else’s opinions, they still continued with their play time. However, they both overlooked the fact that they had left a rather large love puddle in the carpet of the train booth.

One down side was that the two were insanely messy lovers. Spike could probably cum a bucket load if trained well enough, and Rarity, though thought to be completely into stallions only eventually proved she can broaden her horizons better than others would normally dare. Still… it had been worth every moment. Spike reluctantly slipped out of Rarity’s holes, though there was nothing to see. Everything was censored by a steady flood of thick, warm jizz. Getting up and onto his knees, he helped Rarity off the floor as well. The mare was still a little dizzy from the sensational experience, but she did get up, only to have to crawl around for her discarded clothing. Spike unzipped their suitcase and pulled out a fresh pair of underwear for Rarity who was more than grateful that she had over packed.

“So…” Rarity said, after a few minutes of silence. “What exactly are we going to do about that?” She pointed at the soaked part of the carpet.

Spike scratched his head a little. It’s not like they had prepared for something like this, although in hindsight, he probably should have. He’s a dragon, after all. “No idea. We could always just say it was there when we got here. It’s not like they can directly accuse us. I mean, there aren’t any cameras in here… are there?” He looked around to satisfy his paranoia. “Yeah, we should be fine.”

Rarity sighed a little in relief. Even if she had gotten caught up in the moment, the thought of actually getting busted was terrifying. She’d be so embarrassed, she’d probably have to drop off the face of the earth. Thankfully, though, that wasn’t the case. Rarity hopped over and onto the dragon’s lap, buttoning up the last of her shirt. “Still, this was quite exhilarating. Almost makes up for our rude awakening.”

“I’ll make sure certain boundaries are established for the future,” Spike reassured her. “But let’s not worry about that right now.”

“I know…” Rarity beamed, snuggling deeper into his chest. “But, I really liked that window.”

The two sat in loving silence as they both dozed in and out of consciousness. Happy memories of a weekend years ago relapsed in their minds, the weekend when they fell so deeply in love with one another. Spike always kicked himself for not realizing it sooner, but when a girl invites you to spend the weekend at her house and insists on wearing a maid’s outfit the whole time, it’s usually an inclination that she likes you more than you think. However, he was able to find out how much she liked him several times that weekend, and several times prior. She was sweet, kind, generous, sexy as all hell, and to be honest, he couldn’t come up with a flaw if he tried. She was about as perfect as they could get.

Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve her, but he was glad he had her. There was something about her that was more than just a pretty face. She was very special, in more ways that she could imagine. Recently he had been told about some rather unsettling things about draconic nature, such as things about hoards of more than just gems. He did admit that from time to time, he would experience an urge like no other, but one look at Rarity would smother any and all of these primal desires. She was, after all, the Element of Generosity. It was as if that magic was rubbing off on him, so it didn’t matter whatever he felt, she was the only treasure he’d ever really need.

It was Rarity once again who broke the silence. “I really hope this works out for Applejack,” she said. “You know… I really hope that she gets to experience this kind of happiness.”

“Same here,” Spike responded, stroking her hair. “If Soarin’s half a great as you are, Applejack’s a lucky girl.” He looked out the window, noticing the increase of white, urban infrastructure. “I think we're almost here.”

“Ah, Canterlot,” sighed Rarity, getting herself ready to leave, flicking the lock open. “Such a wonderful place, we must get a trip here soon once this business with Applejack is taken care of.” The two were just about to head out of the door, when it swung open itself, the train’s police officer standing under the support beams.

“Hey folks, just letting everypony know that we’re doing…” his voiced started to trail off and his nostrils started to flair up a little. He was sniffing the air. Rarity and Spike knew exactly what was making that smell, and were doing their best to smile nonchalantly and fan away the scent with their tails. But it was to no avail. “Is that… Move over, please.” The officer pushed the terrified pony and dragon out of the way and getting his first look at their little love puddle. “What the hell is this?!”

“Officer, we can explain!” Spike begged, before getting caught off by the officer.

“Can it, dragon!” He growled, fishing for his handcuffs. “You two are under arrest for indecent exposure and copulating on public transit—GAK!”

Out of nowhere, Rarity let out a shriek, sort of like a battle cry before grabbing the officer by the neck, and pinching down on his nerves. The officer’s face shrivelled up in pain as he made a gurgling noise as his body fell motionlessly to the ground, his head landing face first into the damp spot on the floor.

Spike’s reaction was appropriate. “Holy shit you killed him!” He panicked, both claws gripping at his head. “W-why on earth would you do that? Where the hell did you learn to do that?! What the fuck is going on?!”

“Okay first of all, language!” Rarity frowned. “Second of all, he’s not dead, I just pinched a few nerves a little and caused him to fall asleep. It looks more lethal than it actually is, but I would never kill another pony, I just don’t want to get thrown into prison over something as embarrassing as indecent exposure and public copulation.”

“But where did you learn to do that?!”

“Please, stop shouting dear, and walk with me,” she said, taking him by the hand and leading him outside and off the train. “You know how my father is… paranoid?”

“Yes…”

“Well…” Rarity began, her voice sort of trailing off a bit as she tried her best to not look nervous. “He’s always been a bit eccentric, what with his imprudent and stupid theories about timberwolves that work for the government and want his ten minutes, among other things equally as silly. Well, as a child he sort of taught me how to defend myself again any agents of the crown that he thought were going to abduct me, or to fight off time stealing timberwolves… by teaching me seventy different ways to incapacitate my victims. That was method twenty-four in case you were curious.”

Spike just stared blatantly at Rarity, the cute little mare that could probably kill him with a flick of her wrist. There some strange new feeling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t fear, although that was there. It was more like… arousal? Was he really titillated by the idea that his marefriend could break his neck at any given time? Sat, like he pissed her off? He was getting antsy just thinking about it, but he would have to wait until later to take advantage of these newfound feelings. He could see Applejack and the rest of their friends waving them down.

“There you two are!” Applejack said. “Where the hay did you two sneak off to?”

Spike and Rarity exchanged glances, giggling in their mind and winking at their friend’s cluelessness. “Oh… just explored the train for a bit, nothing to worry about. Now, let’s get to the festival!”

Author's Note

Thanks to Art Inspired for his awesome edits! He's like so freaking awesome it's retarded.

Speaking of, feel obligated to ponder this thought. We were going to include a more, in detailed search for the magazine, which would include Applejack going to her sibling's room and looking for the magazine, since she thought they stole it from her for black mail, and would lead to a Bi curious Macintosh, a chastity book full of dick pics in AppleBloom's room, and a secret sex dungeon in Granny Smith's room, filled with caged strippers, toys and other things... in the end though, we didn't add it.

Not sure why... We must have been high :P

Anyways, also got to thank Path_of_cloud for this as well, and you should all go and read the sequel to Weekend Maid for Spike, I'd link it but that's illegal or something to do that now, since it's Mature rated. Just be forewarn that it's Spike x Mane 6, as well as a few other mares and griffons. So if that's not your cup of tea then steer clear! But if it is then check it!