Maybe if You Beg

The window was open, and Rainbow Dash caught brief glimpses of the stars in the night sky through a part in the curtains. She laid back on the bed, breathing deep of the dark, night air that drifted in through the window. No matter how many times she slept in Applejack’s bedroom, she always expected it to smell like apples, and it always disappointed her to find that it smelled something much more like hay and sweat.

She watched Applejack, standing by the dresser, outlined in the little bits of soft moonlight that leaked in through the window, as she removed her hair ties, letting her mane fall loose over her shoulders, and her tail fall loose onto the floor. Applejack looked over her shoulder and smiled. Rainbow Dash sighed, lying on her back, her head resting on a pillow.

Applejack hopped onto the far end of the bed. She slowly skulked forward, her head lowered. Rainbow Dash tried to will herself to be excited, but she had seen that same walk too many times to feel anything other than bored. She knew what would come next. Applejack would lean down and kiss her, gently, lovingly, always gently and lovingly, and then she would move up to her ear, just as she always did.

As Rainbow Dash had expected, Applejack stepped over her, bent down to nuzzle her chin, and then kissed her, so softly that it made her sick. Rainbow Dash closed her eyes and kissed back. She pushed her tongue through Applejack’s lips, trying to coax her partner into fighting back, into being more forceful. But Applejack didn't take the hint, and instead accepted her advances. Dash groaned.

“Somethin’ wrong?” Applejack asked.

“No...” Dash answered. Best to get it over with quickly than to draw it out, though she could already tell that she wouldn't get off.

Once again, always doing as expected, Applejack’s lips moved up the side of Dash’s cheek, stopping at her ear. There, Applejack lightly sucked on the tip of her earlobe, licking at the outer oval. Dash twitched. It was enough to make her feel flustered, but Applejack always stopped frustratingly short. As she did this time. Just as Rainbow Dash began enjoying her ministrations, Applejack stopped, and moved back down her cheek.

She knew what Applejack would do next. Finished playing with her ear, she would work her way down the side of Dash’s neck until she reached a wing, where she would caress her feathers. And so she did. Applejack moved down Dash’s side, from her ears to her shoulder, alternating between soft kisses and gentle nuzzles, and the softness and gentleness of them irritated her to no end. Applejack never quite pushed her far enough, and Rainbow Dash always ended feeling more empty and annoyed than satisfied.

As Applejack reached her wing, softly licking at its base and then across her feathers, Rainbow Dash reached a breaking point. Applejack felt too nice, too gentle, and she couldn't stand it any longer. She folded her wing against her side abruptly, hoping Applejack would take the hint.

Applejack gave her a puzzled look, but didn't stop to ask why. She put a hoof beneath Dash’s chin, and tilted her head up. She kissed from Dash’s cheek to her mouth, where she stayed, pressing their lips together. Rainbow Dash laid back, her mouth feeling numb and useless, resigned to a night of despondence and frustration.

“What’s wrong?” Applejack asked, looking concerned.

“Nothing,” Rainbow Dash replied, shifting away from her.

“Are you feeling okay?” Applejack asked, lifting a hoof to Dash’s forehead. “You’re not gettin’ sick, are ya?”

Dash batted her hoof away. “I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

“Well,” Applejack smiled, “I think I might know a little way to wake you up.” Applejack wrapped a foreleg around Dash’s neck, pulling the pegasus to her and gently pushing their mouths together again. Rainbow Dash turned her head away. She couldn't stand it any longer.

Applejack pulled back, her hoof falling away from Dash’s neck, looking now more concerned. “Alright, tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing,” Dash answered, looking away. “I told you. I’m tired.”

“You are not. You spent the whole afternoon nappin’.”

“Well, uh, yeah. Because I was tired,” Dash countered. “Can we just go to sleep already?”

“Rainbow, I can tell when something’s botherin’ you.”

Rainbow Dash opened her mouth to say what bothered her was the fact that she’d hadn't reached climax with Applejack in weeks, and she expected she never would again as long as she stayed with the farm pony, but that sounded too callous even for her. “I’m just not in the mood,” she said instead.

Applejack scowled, tossing the sheet aside. “That’s it. You've been acting like this for weeks and I’m tired of it. I thought you liked this? I’m your marefriend, Rainbow. Why don’t you want you want to sleep with me?”

Dash poked at the pillow. “I didn't say that.”

“Yes you did. You just did.” Applejack’s scowled deepened. “What? Am I doin’ somethin’ wrong? Are ya just too good for me now?”

Rainbow Dash shrugged her away. “No, it’s fine. Will you just drop it and go to sleep?”

“No, Rainbow,” Applejack replied, face turning hard. “This is important. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, just drop it.” Dash turned on her side and closed her eyes, hoping Applejack would simply let her fall asleep. She hated arguing with Applejack, it always turned lousy for them both. And she knew Applejack wouldn't like her explanation anyway.

She had no such luck, as Applejack grabbed her and rolled her back over. “Rainbow Dash, you tell me what’s botherin’ you right now.”

Rainbow Dash closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

“You used to like that,” Applejack continued, prodding her with a hoof.

Dash didn't open her eyes or mouth to respond, but she could hear in Applejack’s voice that her scowl was deepening further.

”I’m not doin’ anything any different—”

“Exactly! ” Rainbow Dash cried, raising suddenly and pointing a hoof at her, glad Applejack had said it instead of her. “You’re so boring! I swear, you treat me just like Fluttershy does her squirrels.”

Applejack raised a brow at that. “You think Fluttershy’s been doin’ that with her squirrels?”

Dash rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant.”

“I have no idea what you meant,” Applejack said with a confused frown. “What? Are you sayin’ you wanna do it in a tree?”

Dash groaned, throwing her head back. “You do the same stuff every time. And you act so—so nice, and soft, and snuggly.” Dash stuck her tongue out.

“Too nice?” Applejack repeated, eyes narrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Yeah,” Dash confirmed with a nod. “Too nice. It’s so annoying. It’s not like I’m gonna break or something if you’re a little rough every now and then.”

“Well I’m sorry if I like to show you that I care about ya,” Applejack retorted.

“Yeah, you should be,” Dash replied. “It’s boring.”

“I am not boring,” Applejack said, moving closer, her voice rising. “I’ve made you holler plenty of times. I guess you were bored then too?”

Rainbow Dash opened her mouth to declare that she had never made any noise that could be considered anything like a ‘holler’, but she cut herself short when she noticed the glare in Applejack’s eyes. Great, she thought, Applejack’s getting herself all worked up. Exactly what she had wanted to avoid.

“Whatever,” she said, rolling over before she could mess things up anymore. “Never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Hey!” Applejack cried. “You can’t tell me that I’m bad in bed and then just go to sleep like it’s nothin’!”

Rainbow Dash sighed, but didn't roll back over. “I didn't say you were bad in bed.”

“Yes you did!” Applejack yelled, as angry as Dash had ever heard her. “And just because I’m too nice to you.”

Dash covered her ears with her pillow. “I’m not talking about this.”

Applejack jabbed her in the back. “No, you don’t get to do that. You answer me right now!”

Rainbow Dash pressed the pillow around her ears and snored.

“What?” Applejack continued, more to herself than to Dash. “You want me to be mean to you?”

“Yeah,” Dash muttered into the pillow, voice muffled.

“You've gotta be jokin’.”

Rainbow Dash turned to look at her. “No, I’m not.” She turned and pressed her face back into the pillow.

For a long while, Applejack didn't say anything more. She simply sat in the same spot, her glare softening and her muscles relaxing. “Alright,” she said.

Feeling a weight lift off the mattress, Rainbow Dash peeked out from behind her pillow to see Applejack get up out of bed and trot out the door, grumbling something Dash couldn't quite make out all the way.

“Applejack?” she called. She could hear Applejack rummaging around somewhere downstairs.

She had never seen Applejack simply walk out of the room during an argument before. Dash had no idea how she could make this one up to her. If only she had just kept her stupid mouth shut for once, she scolded herself. But what she said was true. She shrugged. And Applejack couldn't stay angry forever, right?

Just then, Applejack walked through the door with a pair of coiled ropes hung around her neck.

“Look, A.J.,” Dash said, rolling onto her back. “I’m sorry, okay?”

Applejack didn't respond. She stepped up onto the bed and over to Dash, her face like stone.

“What are you doing?” Dash asked, a nervous itch spreading through her gut.

Applejack smiled evilly, but still she didn't respond. She grabbed one of Dash’s forelegs and quickly tied one rope around it, tying the other end around a bedpost.

Rainbow Dash realized too late what the ropes were for. Applejack had already begun restraining her other foreleg by the time she had the piece of mind to put up a struggle. She fought back, but with only one foreleg free, Applejack easily overpowered her.

When both legs were bound, Applejack jumped up on top of Rainbow Dash’s chest, causing the pegasus to cry out. Dash pulled against the ropes, but their knots wouldn't give any slack. Applejack smiled down at her. Rainbow’s nervousness quickly turned to excitement. She had never seen this side of Applejack in bed before.

“What the heck are you doing?” Dash asked again, voice strained by the pressure on her chest.

“You said you wanted me to be mean, right?” Applejack replied, her voice like silk, drawing one hoof up and down Dash’s side. “But first we’re going to have a little talk.” Her smile fell. “What do you mean I’m too nice, and you want me to be mean to you? You think I’m boring?”

“No, it’s just, er...” Dash wiggled her hoof. One of the bindings felt a little loose. If she kept working at it, she might be able to get it free without Applejack noticing.

“Are you bored with me?” Applejack asked bluntly, looking hurt to even have said it

Rainbow Dash tried to turn away, but with Applejack on top of her there was nowhere for her to hide. “Kind of,” she admitted.

Applejack bit her lip. “Do—do you wish you were with somepony else? Somepony more exciting?”

“No,” Dash cried. “That’s not what I meant at all. I’d rather be bored with you than—I mean, I like being with you, Applejack. I love you. Seriously, like a lot.”

Applejack leaned down and kissed her. “I love you too,” she said. “And I like being nice to you. Why would you want me not to?”

Dash groaned. “That’s not it. I like it when you’re nice. But not all the time. It’s just—ugh, I’m not Fluttershy or Rarity or Pinkie Pie. I don’t have to be cuddled all over. I’m not some little filly who needs lots of hugs and kisses. I’m a mare, I've saved the world like ten times, and I can handle it rough. I just wish you wouldn't treat me like I can’t.”

Applejack sat up. “That’s not why though. I know you’re not a filly.”

“Yeah, but that’s what it feels like,” Dash said.

Applejack paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Okay, I think I get it.”

She placed a hoof on Dash’s chest, slowly trailing it farther and farther down her coat. “If you want it like a mare, I can give it to ya like a mare.” Her hoof rested just above Dash’s thighs, moving in slow, teasing circles, barely out of reach of Dash’s rising heat. Rainbow Dash felt her excitement grow as she tried to move her bound forelegs. She was vulnerable and exposed, and she knew it.

And Applejack knew it too. She leaned down and kissed Dash on her lips, and then on the tip of her snout. She moved to the side, kissing Dash's cheek, and then trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. All the while, her hoof circled further and further down her stomach, closer and closer.

Rainbow Dash whimpered. She both hated and loved being teased. Abruptly, Applejack bit down on her ear and slid her hoof deep between her thighs at the same time. Dash’s legs closed by instinct at the touch as a little whine slipped from her mouth. Applejack easily pulled Dash’s legs apart again and pressed her hoof against her folds. She began lightly sliding her hoof up and down, and the clutching pressure in Dash’s gut grew.

Lightly. Dash groaned. Too lightly to do anything but make her desperate for more. Lightly, softly, gently. That’s all Applejack ever was. “Applejack, harder,” she breathed.

Applejack smiled, planting a tender kiss on Dash’s lips. “Nah, I think I’d rather just watch you squirm for a little while.”

And beneath Applejack’s hoof and frustratingly gentle ministrations, Rainbow Dash did squirm. She tried bucking her hips, longing for some release. But Applejack easily pushed her back down to the bed, her hoof slowly but insistently stroking her slit.

“Come on, Applejack,” Dash whined. “Harder.” She wiggled her hoof, and the knot that held it loosened.

Applejack laughed, her hoof continuing its wretchedly slow up and down motion, never quite reaching Dash’s exposed nub. She leaned down close to Dash’s ear, and whispered, smirking as she did, “Maybe if you beg,” before suckling on the tip of her ear.

For a short moment, Rainbow Dash considered doing just that. Anything would be better than this. But she was Rainbow Dash, and Rainbow Dash definitely did not beg. Rainbow Dash definitely didn’t just sit back while her marefriend gently played with her either. She gritted her teeth, redoubling her efforts on the rope’s knot.

Finally, her hoof slipped free. She wedged her back hooves beneath Applejack’s stomach and, before Applejack realized what was happening, bucked as hard as she could.

The teasing farm pony fell backwards with a yelp. Rainbow Dash quickly untied her other hoof and grabbed both of the ropes. She charged into Applejack, striking her in the side and bowling her over before she had a chance to recover.

Rainbow Dash stood over the stunned mare, fumbling with the ropes. “How do you tie these?” she asked, more to herself than to Applejack.

Applejack merely grunted in response, blinking dully.

“Whatever,” Dash shrugged, smiling down at her. “You’re mine now either way.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Applejack replied, still out of breath.

Rainbow Dash shrugged again and wrapped one end of the rope around Applejack’s leg, deciding that was as good a place to start as any. Suddenly, Applejack threw all of her weight to one side, nearly tossing Dash over the bed. Dash grabbed onto her leg, holding on while Applejack rolled over to the other side. Applejack bucked and shook like a wild bull, wriggling back and forth while Dash desperately tried to hold her down. Dash hastily tied the ropes around anything she could reach in an attempt to restrain her. But Applejack kept going, almost succeeding in throwing Dash off of her again and again.

“Jeez, A.J.!” Rainbow Dash cried, awkwardly wrapping the ropes around Applejack’s legs and chest, sweat dripping off her brow as she both tied the knots and held on for her life at the same time. “Stop moving!”

Abruptly, Applejack complied. Panting heavily, she relaxed on the bed. Dash tied one last knot, and then slumped onto her bound marefriend’s chest, panting just as heavily. She could feel Applejack’s heartbeat pounding in her own chest, its wild rhythm running counter to her own. Dash smirked. “There,” she said between gasps.

She took a deep breath, standing up straight to check her prey. The ropes criss-crossed around Applejack’s legs, over her chest, and down her barrel at odd angles, like a spider had gone mad with webbing, holding her in place. “There,” she repeated. “Now I guess I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Applejack merely grunted.

Dash reached down and drew a hoof through Applejack’s straw-colored mane, feeling through the soft, damp hair. She leaned down, pressing her mouth to Applejack’s, not so much kissing her as roughly mashing their lips together. Applejack met her in kind, pushing back just as hard. Dash smiled, pleased to see Applejack finally put up a fight.

Then she moved her lips along Applejack’s coat, down her neck, over her chest, along her stomach, moving down faster and faster as she sought out the cowpony’s burning sex, feeling her own grow hot. When Dash reached her thighs, she leaned back to revel in the sight. She could see Applejack’s growing arousal, her folds slick with moisture. She leaned back down, breathing deep, taking in Applejack’s musky scent, the smell of apples she had longed for. “Applejack, you’re mine,” she said, smirking as she licked her lips in hungry preparation.

“Like hell I am,” Applejack replied.

Dash felt herself flipping backwards, confused and not understanding what had happened. Applejack easily undid the clumsy knots holding her down and stood up. When Rainbow Dash began sitting back up, Applejack pressed a hoof to her chest and pushed her down. She stepped over Dash, straddling the pegasus and shoving their chests together. Using her mouth, hooves, and even tail, Applejack quickly began tying her up again. But this time Rainbow Dash fought back.

She tried bucking like Applejack had only moments earlier, but it was no use. She had never realized just how heavy with muscle Applejack was before. Hours, days, weeks, months, and years spent working on the farm had their benefits, and now all of that built-up muscle was pushing her down to the bed. Dash shook and wriggled all she could, but Applejack determinedly kept working. With surprisingly little difficulty, the cowpony forced her down on the mattress, restraining her legs. Dash rocked back and forth, and tried to stretch her legs out of her marefriend’s reach, but Applejack just pressed down harder on her chest, quickly overcoming her again.

Rainbow Dash gave up, sweating and out of breath, allowing her marefriend to slip the ropes around her limbs, accepting defeat. Applejack chuckled and bound Dash’s wings to her sides.

“Agh!” Dash cried, the ropes cutting into her sensitive wings. “Too tight!”

“Oh, sorry,” Applejack said, loosening the knot. “I don’t do wings too often. That better?”

Dash nodded, relaxing as the pressure let up. “Yeah.”

Applejack moved on to her legs, tying Dash’s forelegs close against her chest, folded tightly, while her hind legs were spread wide, raised in the air, allowing the cowpony easy access to her puffy, moist sex.

Some part of Dash wanted to keep fighting, and scoffed at herself for giving in so easily. But a whole lot more of her couldn’t wait to find out what Applejack was going to do to her.

Finished, Applejack stood back. “Can you move?”

Rainbow Dash grunted, trying to jerk her hind legs closed, but found that it only caused her forelegs to pull tighter to her chest. Conversely, when she tried to raise her forelegs, her hind legs were pulled farther apart, with the rope connected somewhere behind her back, and she could barely so much as twitch her wings.

“Good, you won’t be wrigglin’ out of that one,” Applejack said with a smirk, placing a hoof on Dash’s chest, stroking up and down. “So you want me to be rough, huh?”

Rainbow Dash nodded, at the same time both nervous and excited. She was breathless, exposed, helpless, vulnerable, her most intimate parts laid bare, mercy to any of Applejack’s whims.

Applejack leaped on top of her, bringing all of her muscle and weight down onto her chest, causing Rainbow Dash to gasp. Applejack leered down through the dark, predatory, a wolf appraising its next meal, and the part of Dash that wanted to resist wilted beneath her gaze. “Then I’ll show ya rough.”

Applejack threw their mouths together, fighting and forcing her tongue past Dash’s lips. Normally, Dash could stand against Applejack reasonably well, but now the cowpony gave her no quarter. Applejack swirled about inside her, exploring every inch of her mouth and laying claim to it all, taking it for her own. Her tongue grappled against Dash’s, pushing it down and out of the way, forcing her to yield. Then she reached her tongue as far as she could go, lapping at the back of Dash’s throat, nearly choking her.

Satisfied, Applejack released her mouth and moved to her neck. There, she bit down on Dash’s coat. This wasn't the playful, loving nips of before. She bit hard, and her teeth bore deep into Dash’s skin, hurting, but in the best way possible. Rainbow Dash gasped. But her gasp was cut short as Applejack clamped their lips together again, reaching her tongue back down her throat. Before she could even think to stop it, Rainbow Dash moaned, long and deep into Applejack’s mouth.

She felt Applejack’s hooves reach all over her body, feeling every part of her, reaching over her chest to stroke her firm nipples, across her delicate feathers, and then down between her legs and between her flanks, all of her most intimate areas, turning Dash into a squirming, blushing, sweating, flustered mess as Applejack alternated between kisses that left her breathless and bites that left her gasping. Rarity would have described it as savagery, and Applejack didn’t leave any part of her body unspoiled. Her teeth and lips reached everywhere, roughly subduing the pegasus. Rainbow Dash’s sex was dripping by then, moisture slipping down her legs, darkening the sheets beneath her, her folds pulsing and desperate for some relief.

Applejack must have noticed, as she began to shift her weight. She lifted Dash’s hindquarters up slightly, and angled their sexes together. She bucked down hard, biting down on Dash’s ear and stroking her cutie mark at the same time. For Rainbow Dash, the combination of sensations was too much. Her head throbbing and her senses tingling, she let out a long, throaty cry.

Applejack continued to grind against her, her own voice going raspy. Rainbow Dash, using what little sense she had left, did her best to match the rhythm, as their slits rubbed and pulsed together in time. Her sex sputtered fluids, her essence mixing with Applejack’s and running over both of their coats, where it mingled with sweat and spittle.

Just then, rapidly rising to her peak, her muscles shivering and trembling, Dash remembered who she was. Applejack’s aggressiveness sparked her own competitive nature. She was Rainbow Dash, and Rainbow Dash didn’t just lie on her back, handled and broken and seized by another mare.

She writhed in her bindings, but the ropes were too tight, and their knots out of reach. She began rocking back and forth. Applejack was too lost in grinding against her to notice, gasping shallow, hot breaths into Dash’s neck. Rainbow Dash fought to keep her own pleasure in check. Using her built up momentum, she managed to flip all the way onto her side, throwing Applejack off her chest. But she fell forward, back down on top of Applejack, their positions reversed. With both her legs and wings bound, there was nothing she could do besides act as dead weight.

She jerked against the ropes, furiously struggling with her bonds. Applejack looked up at her, seeming amused. The cowpony had restrained her too well. The most she could was flick her tail. She knew there was little chance of regaining the upper hoof, and a whole lot of her wanted to give up and let Applejack have her. But she was the Best Young Flyer in Equestria, holder of the Element of Loyalty, and so she kept trying. She swayed up and down over Applejack as she futilely tugged at the knots. Accidentally throwing herself too hard to one side, she tipped over the edge of the bed. and spilled down onto the hard floor. Pain shot through her back, and dark spots filled her vision.

Applejack easily hopped down off the bed, landing on the wood with a thud. Her long, damp mane, free of its hair tie, hung about her like a cloak as she walked. It slicked to her face and neck, and her tail hair was matted and saturated with moisture at its base. She sauntered forward, head lowered and tongue lolling out of her mouth, as if preparing to pounce. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” she asked, her voice low.

Rainbow Dash gulped. Her tail swished of its own accord, silently waving her lover towards her. Applejack’s stepped forward slowly and deliberately, knowing and delighting in the effect she had on the pegasus. She reached forward, grabbing both of Dash’s spread hind legs and pulled her towards her, sliding Dash across the floor and leaving a dark, moist trail on the wood behind her.

Applejack moved to one of Dash’s raised hind legs, wrapped both of her own forelegs around it, and pushed it higher into the air, further exposing Dash’s folds and flank. She leaned down and bit Dash’s flank, and then moved higher. Dash felt shivers run up and down her leg as Applejack started at her thigh and worked her way up, licking and kissing and biting all the way. Applejack paused just before she reached the tip of the hoof.

She smiled down to twitching pegasus. “I hear you don’t like other ponies touchin’ your hooves.”

Dash’s eyes shot open. She raised her head and uselessly tried to yank her leg out of Applejack’s grasp. “Applejack, no wait, don’t—”

Her protests were cut short as Applejack bit down on the edge of her hoof.

“Ow! Stop!” Dash wrenched her leg back. “You don’t bite it!”

Applejack backed off and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I’ll leave your hooves alone.”

“No, just don’t bite them,” Dash said, letting her hoof fall back down into Applejack’s reach. “Jeez...”

Applejack looked between Dash and the offered hoof for a moment, and then shrugged. She pulled it towards her mouth, slowly this time, and suckled at its edge instead. “Better?” she asked.

“Unnh...” Dash moaned. “Yeah...”

Applejack smiled, and wrapped her lips around Dash’s overly sensitive hoof again. She licked her way to its center, swirling her tongue back and forth in slow strokes over its surface. Tremors ran down Dash’s leg from her hoof to her thigh, as she let out a series of embarrassing little squeaks from her mouth. It had been so long since somepony had done her hooves, she barely remembered how it had felt.

Applejack moved to the other leg, giving it the same treatment, moving from its base to its tip, sucking on the hoof until both of Dash’s legs throbbed with a pleasant, tickling feeling, twitching and kicking. Applejack worked her way back down the leg. She stopped, her mouth hovering just over the pegasus’s sex, leaving Dash to squirm beneath her.

“You sure have been giving me a lot of trouble tonight,” she said. Her hot breath tickled Dash’s thighs, driving her all the more crazy. Applejack grinned. “It looks like somepony’s gonna  have to show you who’s boss around here.”

Dash nodded, like a drunk. “Yeah,” she heard herself say, barely even aware that she was speaking. “Show me...”

Applejack laughed. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” She grabbed Dash’s thigh in between her teeth, biting hard. She kissed her way over to the other thigh, and bit that one too, her teeth leaving two pronounced red marks around Dash's folds. She lapped all around Dash’s puffy mound, stroking with her tongue, soaking up moistness and sweat.

Rainbow Dash whined, a pitiful sound.The desires to fight back and submit, indignation towards Applejack for being so aggressive, and happy excitement that Applejack finally was being so aggressive all ground together inside her. The opposing feelings just made her feel more flustered, the tension bringing her closer to her peak.

Applejack wasted no more time. She dove straight in, charging into Dash’s folds like a pony gone mad. Her wet tongue felt like cool bliss on Dash’s burning slit. Applejack assailed her stiff nub with her tongue, flicking and rubbing it as fast as she could move. A trembling shudder traveled up Dash’s body, over her chest, into her throat, and erupted at her mouth in a long, throaty moan.

Applejack slicked her tongue from the base to the tip of Dash’s slit, before burying it inside to stroke at her inner walls. Dash’s muscles clenched, grasping at the invading tongue. Rainbow Dash’s mind stood over the brink, gasping and trembling. Abruptly, Applejack pulled out.

Rainbow sputtered, trying to put together a coherent sentence. “What?” she finally managed.

“Sugarcube,” Applejack said, standing up and walking around. She stopped in front of Dash’s head and looked down. “You didn’t think you could get somethin’ for nothin’, did ya?”

She stepped over Dash, hovering her own glistening sex over Dash’s face. Rainbow Dash didn’t need to be asked twice. She quickly leaned up, biting and licking at everything within reach. Finding Applejack’s folds, more by accident than by purpose, she drove her muzzle in, her snout pushing past the wet outer tissue with a schlurping sound.

Applejack arched her neck and cried out, a long, raspy scream, to Rainbow Dash’s delight. The pegasus worked faster, hungry to hear more, to know that she could make Applejack ‘holler’. Gasping, Applejack bent her own head back down and went back to work on Dash’s sex.

Rainbow Dash felt Applejack inside her, pressing deeper and deeper, her tongue swirling and stroking at her inner walls. The tension became unbearable, and her muscles uncontrollable. Dash needed to come, but she held herself back. Small remnants of the parts of her that refused to ever give up any fight still remained. She couldn’t come until Applejack did, and it became it another kind of race, one she was determined to win.

Rainbow lapped at Applejack’s slick, hot flesh, tasting and feeling all she could, like a starved pony, hoping to push her over the edge first. Applejack’s sweet tasting essence overwhelmed her, until she could think of nothing else, her head swimming. Soon, the fluid dripped into her throat and down her snout, into her eyes, blurred her vision and trickled down her neck. She kept pace with Applejack, but the ever increasing tension and heat between her thighs made it more and more difficult to hold her own.

Applejack never once let up. The pressure on Dash’s sex was constant. Applejack’s tongue seemed to move ever faster, rooting wide and long, pushing deep down in, pulling out to grapple with her clit, and then rushing back in again, and Dash only held on by the barest of threads. Desperation took control, and she threw herself at Applejack’s sex with all the energy she had left, licking at anything and everything she could.

Finally, Applejack wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked. It was too much for Rainbow Dash. Letting out a final half-groan, half-scream of grateful defeat, she fell back to the floor, at last wholly giving herself to Applejack. And in doing so, her senses lost themselves in blissful release long before her head hit the ground.

Throes of orgasm wracked her body as she called out Applejack’s name in incoherent cries. Applejack didn't stop, pushing her further and further over the edge and into rapture. She arched her back, and her muscles spasmed against the bindings, her wings desperately straining against the ropes that held them.

Just as her limbs began to relax, Applejack dove back in, sending rippling aftershocks through her weary muscles. She drifted in and out of consciousness along with them, drawing her climax out. When she could take no more, she collapsed to the floor, her energy spent, nearly senseless.

Applejack stood up, turned around, and lowered her soaked, dripping muzzle to Dash’s own. Applejack kissed her, musky and sweet. Rainbow Dash, lying exhausted on her back, was only vaguely aware that the honeyed taste on Applejack’s mouth was from herself. Her whole body ached with a refreshing, relaxed numbness. Hard floor beneath her, her coat soiled and wet, and her bound limbs sore, she felt more content and satisfied than she had ever been, feeling Applejack had finally, really taken her as her own.

Applejack broke the kiss. Sighing, she slumped down and rested her head on Dash’s chest. “I hope that wasn’t too boring for ya.”

“That was so awesome,” Rainbow Dash breathed, her voice scratchy and tired. “I got you first.”

Applejack looked up. “You weren’t even close and you know it.”

Rainbow Dash didn’t have the energy or will to argue. “That was so awesome,” she repeated, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. “You’re the coolest marefriend ever. Like, all time.”

“Well, thanks for sayin’ so,” Applejack replied with a chuckle. She got up, wiped the moisture off her muzzle, and began untangling and untying the ropes, tickling Dash’s still sensitive skin.

As each of her limbs came loose, Dash allowed them to drop to the floor and her wings to sag at her sides. Applejack brushed against a sore spot from their earlier struggle, and Dash cried out.

“Are you hurt?” Applejack asked quickly.

“I’m fine,” Dash muttered. “Just a little sore.”

Applejack inspected her coat closely. “These are bruises,” she said, alarmed. “Why didn’t you tell me I was hurtin’ you?”

“Because it was awesome,” Dash replied. “We should have done that forever ago.”

“You really liked it?” Applejack asked.

Rainbow nodded, twitching as Applejack hit another sore spot.

“Okay,” Applejack looked her in the eye. “But you know I didn’t mean to hurt you, right?”

“Yeah,” Dash murmured, feeling more tired every moment as the numbing sensation faded.

With the knots undone, Applejack nudged Dash in the shoulder and lifted her up onto her back, causing Dash to groan. Applejack gently deposited her on the bed, belly up. The sheets were beautifully soft and dry in comparison to the floor. Applejack stepped over on top of her.

“Ugh, Applejack,” Dash protested. “Not yet. I can’t take anymore.”

Applejack leaned down and nuzzled her. “I know. You just sit back and relax now.”

She moved down Dash’s coat, stopping at the bruise she had hit earlier. Softly and slowly as a mother with her foal, she pressed her lips to it in a long kiss. She kept going, from Dash’s thighs to her neck, searching out every bite and bruise, and meeting each one with a tender kiss. Each kiss seemed to take in some of the soreness, and Dash whimpered appreciatively in return. Then Applejack gently licked at her coat, cleaning away the results of their exertions, until Dash’s whole body felt ticklish. Applejack’s tongue brushed her sides and wings, and Dash couldn’t hold back a giggle.

“Does that feel better?” Applejack asked, pulling away.

“Mmm hmm,” Dash murmured, smiling.

Applejack laid down next to her, pulling her close. “Good,” she said. She drew the sheet over them both, tucking it tightly.

“I meant what I said,” Dash mumbled. “You really are the coolest marefriend ever.”

Applejack kissed her cheek. “You are too.”

They rested their heads together, and fell asleep.