(all crusaders in this fic are at consent age)
“Is anyone home? Hello…? Miss Rarity? Sweetie Belle?”
Applebloom pushed the door to the Carousal Boutique open. It was her appointed time to arrive -the same as any other day she was not sleeping over- but no one had been there to greet her as she opened the door. She continued to call out, but there was no response.
It wasn’t uncommon for Rarity to be running an errand, and therefore not home when Applebloom arrived, but she would always ensure that either Sweetie Belle or a note was there to greet her. On that particular day, neither was present. There was nothing there to direct her to a seat or provide her with a task that could be done while she waited for Rarity to return.
So, as the young woman entered the place of her employer, she put her tool set down and wandered the boutique looking for an answer to the strange event. Applebloom wasn’t worried, though. She didn’t think a band of thugs snatched Rarity away… again. She didn’t think she had fallen somewhere and bumped her head while Sweetie Belle was spending the day visiting one of Scootaloo’s extreme scooter competitions.
Nope, as she checked the kitchen, the laundry room, and various other places, she was sure everything was fine. The only problem she could see was the hazard of walking through the maze that was Rarity’s latest renovation project, for which Applebloom had been specially chosen. Her resume had become quite golden since she got her cutie mark and set off for work.
Yet Applebloom couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… off. Rarity made it a point of being prompt. It wasn’t proper for a lady to keep others waiting and it was in one’s best interest to keep on schedule, as Rarity always said. It always left her terribly stressed when she fell behind. Still, from time to time a person slips. No one is perfect.
Applebloom did have a job to do, though, and preferred to begin punctually because of the sheer number of things that she had to accomplish in one day. Besides actually working on the building, there were checks, double checks, and even triple checks that had to be counted before she could retire for the night. She was almost as well-organized as Twilight when it came to her work.
She scoured the house looking for some sign, and she even checked around the outside. All that she came across was Opal sleeping with comfort in a pile of unneeded fabric.
Applebloom had nowhere else to check but Rarity’s bedroom. Her face grew warm as she neared the door. When she did sleep over, for convenience, sometimes a week at a time, she occasionally found herself in that very room.
Rarity only had one guestroom, but it still acted as Sweetie Belle’s secondary residence, even after all the time that passed between being little girls and young women with jobs and cutie marks that finally appeared on their hips. But, the fact that Sweetie Belle still had claim to the room was not why Applebloom wasn’t always present there.
Rarity was known for many things throughout the town and even across Equestria. But, one very local “fact” about her was that she tended to be very… friendly. If anything she was the town flirt, and there was a side to her that was in for more than just the occasional hair flip or bedroom-eyed glance that got others to bend to her will.
Even being a best friend of her little sister or the little sister of her best friend could not save the red headed carpenter from Rarity’s… appetite. Caring for her as a babysitter and almost treating her as a little sister did not deter Rarity from finding an attraction to her. And if Applebloom didn’t know any better, she would have thought that actually made Rarity want her all the more.
In all honestly, Applebloom had grown to be quite pleasing to the eyes over the years. Her hips and chest filled out her outfits (which increasingly ignored overalls outside of her work outfit). Her vibrant red hair was much longer and was done more often in a variety of styles (much thanks to Rarity’s insistence). Her voice, though still young, lost its juvenile intonation. Whenever she traveled, from one town or another on a carpentering assignment, she noticed that she received far more attention from guys than her days at the school house, not that it had mattered to her as much as it did Sweetie Belle at that early age.
Applebloom opened the door of the bedroom without knocking. She hadn’t been around long enough for all the meticulous nuances of what Rarity called "good manners" to settle in yet. Plus, she wasn’t truly expecting anyone to be in the room, seeing as all the other rooms were empty.
“Applebloom!” Sweetie Belle’s voice was clearly surprised though her words were slightly muffled by the pillow the side of her face was buried in.
“Oh my, Sweetie you were right. We should have stopped after the last round.” Rarity licked her lips while she pulled her face away from her sister’s behind as it was poised in the air. Before Sweetie Belle could try to adjust her position in an attempt to look more decent, her sister thwacked her on the behind. The familiar nonverbal command told her to stay put. It didn’t stop her from turning her face to look at the other side of the room instead of at her friend who stared dumbfounded... and more than a little intrigued.
“Don’t stand in the doorway with your mouth wide open, dear. You’ll catch flies. Come in and shut the door, please, Applebloom. And do forgive me for not greeting you at the door, as you can see I’ve- we’ve been a bit distracted.”
“Bu- hu- wha- I-”
“Please, use your words. You’ll sound like Applejack if you blabber on that way. And whatever is the matter, darling? It isn’t as though you haven’t done this with Applejack already.” Rarity rolled onto her knees, sitting on them while she rested one hand on one of Sweetie Belle’s bottom cheeks and talked casually to Applebloom as if she had walked in on her folding laundry.
“I- she hasn- We ain’t done this!” The absurdity of the accusation hadn’t dissipated but Applebloom was finally able to compose herself enough to wheeze out a response. She even regained enough thought to close the door.
“Really? Because I see the way she looks at you, and the way you look at her. At least when you think no one will notice.”
“I have no idea what kinda hoowie you’re spittin'!”
“You don’t hmm? Well, that would explain why you look as though you’ve just watched Pinkie Pie devour three birthday cakes in five minutes.” She cringed at the memory.
“I’m surprised though, I thought Applejack would have been quicker to the punch, if you will. But, she was always a bit slow with these sorts of things. It did take a while for her and Big Mac-“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What in Equestria are you sayin’!? There is no way no how that Applejack and me have ever or will ever do… that together! And that goes for her n' my brother, too!” Applebloom was livid, whether out of anger or fear she wasn’t sure, but as she yelled at Rarity, certain memories started to pop up that made her waver.
Rarity seemed unfazed, nevertheless, and grinned smugly as realization struck her.
“So that means I got to you before her. Ooh, she is going to kill me when she finds out.” The thought of her friend enraged passed through her mind. She hoped it would lead to a stern lecture and a bit of punishment. It made her grin grow all the wider; it was always a fun night when Applejack was riled up.
“Um, Rarity, can I move now?”
“Oh my, Sweetie Belle! I almost forgot you were there, darling. Of course, you must be getting terribly uncomfortable.”
“No more than having your best friend walk in on you when you’re naked and being eaten out by your own sister. Ow.”
“Language, Sweetie.”
Sweetie Belle quickly sat up and grabbed the pillow she was on, hugging it closely. With the makeshift barrier placed between her body and her friend's roving eyes, she tossed an awkward "hey" to the red-faced young carpenter.
“Well as long as you are getting comfortable, then why not let Applebloom get comfortable, too? Oh, don’t look at me like that.” Rarity got off the bed, pouting and sashaying her way over to the girl. She watched as Applebloom tried to keep from openly gaping at her naked form. Hardly anyone ever succeeded at that.
She stopped right in front of her and placed her tender hand on the young craftsperson's cheek.
“You and I have been together more than once, and I’m sure my Sweetie Belle would be more than happy to share me with you. She shares the lineage of the Element of Generosity, you know.“
“B-but you two a-are sisters. Doesn’t that bother ya'?”
“Should it?”
Applebloom didn’t look away from Rarity’s dazzling blue eyes once they made contact with her ruby ones. She always found that Rarity’s presence made her feel comfortable, even open to new things. She so strangely possessed the ability to persuade anyone to do her bidding with an appealing look and a small amount of physical contact. Rarity wasn’t characteristically tall, but her womanly presence was enough to loom over Applebloom, despite the height she gained since her Cutie Mark Crusaders days.
The hesitation was clear on her face and in her words as she began to speak. Rarity cut through her stuttering once more.
“And I do apologize for those assumptions between you and your sister. Whatever you two, or three, do in the privacy of the Apple Acres stays in the Apple Acres. And the same goes for here in my boutique.”
Rarity moved her hand off of her cheek and reached down to clasp Applebloom’s hand as she moved towards to the bed. The grip she used said that she wasn’t taking no for an answer, but Applebloom wasn't sure if she would have refused, even if she was.
When Rarity found her place back on the mattress she snapped her fingers, casting a spell that removed Applebloom’s clothes and folded them neatly in a corner.
She squeaked, but didn’t move to cover herself, knowing that Rarity would most likely swat her hands away. As if to prove her right, Rarity yanked the pillow that was concealing Sweetie Belle away. Just the same, Sweetie Belle didn’t try to hide herself.
“There, now isn’t that better?”
Sweetie Belle and Applebloom refused to make eye contact. Their faces were brilliant red, but the surprise of who Rarity shared her bed with only hung thickly over Applebloom. Rarity wasn’t one to gab about who she shared her company with, at least in detail, so it Sweetie Belle who was one of the only people to ever be completely in-the-know. They both knew that Sweetie Belle was aware that Applebloom had become Rarity’s new bedroom companion, but they found that the best way to deal with that knowledge was to ignore it.
“You two shouldn’t try to make this awkward. Remember the times I would catch you girls bathing together? You would always say that it was to save time in the mornings so that you three wouldn’t be late to school. You didn’t have any problems being naked then, but I suppose you hadn’t really known any better then, either.”
Rarity was right, and in the back of her mind Applebloom was kind of okay with this. It wasn’t as huge of a surprise as she had made it. Applejack had actually warned of the glamour girl’s habits a few times, though they weren’t the most clear warnings she had ever heard. Applebloom had been suspicious of Rarity and Sweetie Belle’s relationship, though. She could see that as the years drew on they grew closer, but there was something… different in the way they talked to each other or looked at one another. It usually left her feeling a bit uncomfortable, as if they were communicating a secret that wasn’t even meant to be thought of in the company of others.
The most unsettling thing was that she could remember Applejack and Big Mac looking at each other and her the same way. That was why she had dismissed it before. It could have just been a sibling thing, she often thought. She shook away those thoughts in the present, returning her attention back to her boss and her best friend.
“Sweetie Belle… I’m thinkin’ your sister is right.”
Slowly the song bird lifted her eyes to look at her friend. She was met with a conceding smile that she returned sheepishly. From there, the uneasiness that bound them dissipated. The smiles turned to giggles and the giggles rose to all out laughter.
“Y-y’all should have s-seen your face Sweetie Belle!”
“Me? Haha! You should have seen yours! You were all like "Ah! What are they doing?!”
Rarity watched with a smile as the girls laughed themselves silly. They quickly gained their composure and found that Rarity was staring at them intently, waiting as they accepted the situation.
“Are we quite finished, girls?” Her tone was light but her eyes were hungry for the two beautiful young ladies, who both nodded.
“Well then, I only see it befitting that you two should share a kiss to prove how ready you both are.”
The girls looked at each other and agreed with another nod. Applebloom crawled to the other side of the bed to meet Sweetie Belle in a passionate lip lock. The bed shifted as Rarity made her way over to them. It was time she got the action rolling.
She stood on her knees behind her sister and gathered her soft curls into her hand before letting them fall away from her neck. As Applebloom and Sweetie Belle kissed, Rarity poured her attention into her little sister’s neck and shoulders. She kissed and nipped up and down her soft skin causing her to moan in Applebloom’s mouth.
Rarity reached around her sister to pull the farm girl closer to them. She held them sandwiched together rhythmically swaying her sister’s back thus pushing her into Applebloom. The two who were kissing broke occasionally for air while Rarity fondled them in the tight embrace.
She moved from behind her sister and then pulled them down to lie on the bed so that she could peer over. Rarity moved her attention to the red head as she positioned herself over her. She kissed and licked her the same way she treated Sweetie Belle. While she did so, she used her nearest hand to massage one of Sweetie Belle’s breasts.
Rarity’s lips coiled smugly as she trailed her kisses to Applebloom’s lips. She had two beautiful girls in her bed mewling at that way she so tenderly handled them. Rarity moved her hand from her sister as she lowered herself along the other girl’s body. Her mouthed seemed to be everywhere as she nipped and licked her way down Applebloom. She realized a time ago that the spots that made her tick were similar to the apple picker’s. Maybe it was a family thing because there was a spot right above the hip bone that drove Big Mac crazy, too.
Rarity’s lips littered spots along the inside of her legs just floating around the spot Applebloom wanted them the most. Sweetie Belle took the chance to distract her friend by sealing her lips against hers again. Sweetie Belle rolled onto her knees but did not break contact, but Applebloom did when she gasped. Rarity had finally let her soft mouth claim Applebloom’s center.
The broken contact allowed Sweetie Belle to cascade kisses along Applebloom’s neck and collar. She brought her hand down her body to caress herself while she listened to the effect her sister was having on her friend. Rarity swirled her tongue around Applebloom’s bud driving her closer and closer to the first of what promised to be many orgasms that night. Rarity could see that she was getting close but she felt the need to stop.
“Oh Sweetie Belle, I almost forgot. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, haven’t I?”
Applebloom groaned impatiently. Sweetie looked just as confused as Applebloom, though less agitated. What was so important that she had to stop that very moment?
“Just one second, girls.”
Rarity used her magic to open a drawer and pulled out a strap-on. After it was fastened, she adjusted it to her liking and then made a motioning gesture towards her sister. Sweetie Belle made her way over and was met with a passionate but quick kiss.
“You poor thing, you could have reminded me that we stopped in the middle of your turn. And you were particularly close weren’t you? Well you finish talking care of Applebloom and leave me to take care of you.”
Rarity kissed her once more, much longer and sloppier that the first time. Applebloom wanted to pout but Rarity really knew how to put on a show.
The sisters pulled away, and Sweetie Belle took a moment to catch her breath before she let her tongue explore her friend for the first time. It was slow and tentative, carefully building Applebloom back up to where Rarity left her off. When Rarity entered her sister, Sweetie Belle’s lips vibrated against Applebloom’s wet slit from her moan.
She moved slowly at first, letting her get accustomed to the phallus, but new how much her sister enjoyed being a bit rough. Her hands firmly gripped her sides right on top of her prized cutie marks. As her speed increased, she lifted one hand lift and let it fall back down against Sweetie Belle's cheek, resulting in a resounding smack. It left a little mark which Rarity thought was cuter than her surprised yelp.
Sweetie Belle was losing focus. As Rarity rammed her from the back her eyes fluttered. Her sister knew just what it took to drive her crazy, and before long she was too entranced to worry about Applebloom.
Twice interrupted, Applebloom took matters into her own hands. Sweetie Belle’s face had fallen to the side of her leg, leaving space for her to massage her own dripping need. Rarity had been fixated on the sight of her sister’s heart shaped bottom and the strap-on easily sliding in and out of her. When she glanced up and saw that Applebloom was tending to herself, she gave a disapproving glare at the back of her sister’s head. She used her magic to suspend Applebloom’s hands over her head.
“Aw, come on!”
“Sweetie Belle, Applebloom is our guest. You know better than to leave her by the wayside while you see to your own pleasure.”
“I know… but you... just… so good.” Sweetie Belled tried to think coherently but Rarity had yet to relent as she slammed into her.
“No excuses. You are to tend to Applebloom. You are only to come after she does. Understood?”
“Yes, Rarity.” She pulled out slowly, making sure Sweetie Belle felt every inch that she would be losing for her bad manners.
Her tongue found Applebloom’s snatch again, but she didn’t tease. Her hands were still in the air, restricted by magic, but she didn’t mind. It actually seemed to excite her because it reminded her of the times when Applejack practiced rope tying on her.
Not that she should be thinking about her sister in a time like this.
Sweetie Belle wasn't as experienced as her sister, but it would be a lie to say she wasn’t good . Applebloom felt herself getting close to a climax and her back arched on the bed. In the midst of her orgasm she could hear Sweetie Belle moan in delight, and knew that Rarity had made good on her promise.
Rarity let the magic bond on Applebloom go, permitting her to rest completely on the bed while she watched Rarity thrust into her sister. Rarity’s eyes went back to the staff that repeatedly disappeared inside of Sweetie Belle wet folds. The smaller rod inside of her was bringing her close, so she speed up once more. She grabbed at her sister’s hips and held her close so that she couldn’t see anything but her cheeks against her pelvis.
Sweetie Belle came hard, her vocalizations trapped somewhere between a loud moan and scream while Rarity thrust her way to her own orgasm, letting loose a long, throaty moan. She pulled out and took off her toy. She let it sit on the corner of the bed, not particularly caring for the mess because the laundry had to be done that day, regardless.
Applebloom watched as Rarity lay next to her while Sweetie Belle took her spot next to her sister, leaving the seamstress in the middle. The two cuddled up to her for a moment to relish in post-orgasmic bliss.
“Well, that was most delightful, darlings, but we do have work to do today.” Rarity said as she made her way out from the sandwich after a long moment.
“But Rarity, I don’t want to.” Sweetie Belle half sat up, leaning on one arm. She pouted her lip and made her green eyes wide and shiny. “Can’t we just stay in bed a little longer?”
“Please, Sweetie. Doe eyes? I taught you those tricks. Now up, up, up! I have to strip the bed and gather the rest of the laundry, which you will be helping me with. Oh, and Applebloom, the revised blueprints are in the small upper drawer in the kitchen.”
Rarity clapped at the young ladies to emphasis her point. They all found their clothes and began to set out to their tasks.
From then, it was just another day in Rarity’s boutique.
