Applejack wasn't particularly enjoying herself the next morning. Several factors contributed to that, of which the bright sunbeam that found it’s way from her window towards her face was the first one she noticed. After a few moments she also became aware of a grinding headache, full bladder and a parched throat. Furthermore, her bed seemed to have become very hard suddenly, not at all the comfortable linen sheets it usually consisted of. But the most annoying thing of them all was some kind of insisting noise. It moved around her, seemed to grow more and more demanding as she tried to ignore it and return to the blissful sleep she so much desired. Squinting her eyes open the source of the noise seemed to be some kind of bouncing yellow object, circling her and calling something. She grumbled towards the yellow menance and was rewarded with a headbutt in the ribs and an even louder yelling.

“Applejack! Wake up!” her sister was calling her.

“Wha?..” Applejack rubbed some of the sleep from her eyes.

“Hey sis! It’s breakfast and you overslept, You never oversleep it’s always I that oversleep but now you overslept and I got to wake you!”. The younger filly seemed to take immense pleasure in this fact.

Applejack was just about to say something but was interrupted as the air was knocked out of her lungs as Applebloom landed on top of her.

“Why are ya sleeping on the floor sis? It smells funny in here too, why does it smell funny? Ah think it’s you who smell” and with that Applebloom put her nose into the fur of her older sister and inhaled. “Haha, you smell like Babs did after we had that Cutie Mark Crusaders tickling contest.”

Wrinkling her nose, she continued.

“But your breath smells like like uncle ‘shine after Hearths warmin’ eve”. The younger filly giggled again. “Well grandma’ said ponies who sleep late get to make their own breakfast” “And she said Ah could go crusadin’ with Sweetie and Scootaloo after Ah woke you up and now you are awake so Ah gonna go now”. And with those words Applebloom left her much confused sister sitting on the floor of small bedroom.

Applejack managed to avoid remembering anything for at least several minutes after being so rudely awaken. It wasn't until she stood up, and by chance put her eyes on the still faintly glistening bedpost that all came rushing back to her. The apple, now unmistakably present in her rear, the encounter with her brother, the hard liquor on an empty stomach, and - with a rising redness on her cheeks - the things that transpired afterwards. Applejack was mortified, what had taken hold of her? How could she do things like that, and in the same house as her family slept on top of that. She couldn't really remember how loud she had been, had Applebloom heard her? O celestia Applebloom! Looking at her fur and her the unmistakable smell of her own fluids that had dried up in there. Suddenly Applejack desperately needed a bath, and a cold one at that. She threw open her door, and ran towards the outside. Leaving hardly enough time to close the door behind her, she galloped towards over the fields towards the small stream winding through the outskirts of Sweet Apple Acres.

On the outskirts of Sweet Apple Acres lay a small quiet glade. A small stream fed an even smaller pool of water. While tiny, the pool was deep, clear and cold, surrounded by reeds growing on the banks and dragonflies hunting in the air above it. All in all, it was a pure image of serenity. That was, however, immediately shattered when the brushes parted by an orange mare recklessly galloping through the thick underbrush and, with a mighty splash, dove headfirst into the small body of water. A pair of small birds who made their nest on the bank quickly decided they would retreat into the safety of the air, their annoyed shattering having no effect on the rude imposter who surfaced with a gasp.

After floating for a few minutes in the pool, Applejack’s head slowly began to clear. And with that, she began to ponder the events of last night. What on Celestia’s green earth had flown into her head? Abandoning all the morals her granny had taught her? Not only had she touched herself and wantonly tasted her own fluids, she had even further tormented her already abused tailhole. Applejack wondered for a moment if she had been under the spell of some malicious unicorn, putting all those evil thought into the minds of honest ponies.

“But you liked it” a small voice said in the back of her head.

Applejack couldn't deny that. She couldn't ignore the memory how good her hoof felt desperately grinding into her nethers. She couldn't forget the wonderfully dirty feeling of her juices coating her hoof and her tongue reaching out for them. And most of all, she couldn't forget the delectable feeling of the big wooden post slowly pushing it’s way into her behind, straining, demanding and painful.

“Gahh!” Applejack called out in frustration and once again dove beneath the surface to let the cold water clear the blush rising on her face.

When she surfaced again she felt a little better at least. That would have to stop now, she would get this thing out of her and that would be the end of that. No more deviant behavior.

“But you aren't the only who likes to pleasure yourself” the voice insisted. “Your friends are awfully lacking in morals it would seem”.

Applejack couldn't deny that either as she gently floated in the water. During the latest one of their regular sleepovers, they had come upon the subject. Of course, there had been much giggles and euphemisms, but from what Applejack could remember, all of her friends - except for Fluttershy - had in some way or the other admitted to pleasuring themselves. Even the ever elegant Rarity had been surprisingly frank and spoken about how a lady need to know her body so she can better please other in the bedroom. Twilight had been all bookish and talked about the health benefits and techniques but when asked directly by a smirking Rainbow Dash she had blushed furiously and nodded. Nobody had really bothered Fluttershy, but the small smile Applejack spied on her face during the conversation said more than needed.

And Rainbow Dash. She had been her usual loudmouth boastful self. Laughing, smirking and coming with snide remarks, a lot of them aimed at Applejack herself for her vehement denial of ever touching herself in any lascivious manner. Rainbow Dash had only laughed and winked with a grin that expressed her disbelief at Applejack's choking denial. She had then walked up on Applejack and with a sultry voice offered to “teach her a thing or two someday”, a comment which left poor Applejack gaping and blushing before Rainbow guffawed and punched her shoulder.

Applejack’s still could feel her anger boiling about how easy her cyan friend made her the butt of her jokes. She wished that sometime she would just have the guts to call her out on her provocations. That ought to show her. Catching her unawares when she was as unprepared as Applejack often was. She imagined the pegasus resting on one of the branches of her vast orchard, napping away her day. And Applejack striding up demanding to have that lesson she offered last weekend. That would surely leave her stammering and blushing. Or would she just smile that annoying grin of hers, few quick strokes of her wings placing her on the ground. She would walk up to poor Applejack and whisper “Oh, I expected you would like a piece of the Dash”. Applejack would stand frozen while Rainbow slowly circled her dragging one of those meticulously preened wings along her back, sending a shiver from her spine to her marehood. Always bold, Rainbow would wrap in in a strong feathery appendage, seductively nibbling an ear before a quick shove would put her on the ground. Rainbow would immediately be over her, holding her gaze while an errant hoof trailing her sides before it slowly made it’s way towards her yearning marehood. With confident motions she would begin to massage Applejacks sopping nethers. When the orange mare would begin to whine in pleasure she would lean into her ear and whisper,

“HEY APPLEJACK, YOU DEAF!?” the loud noise almost gave Applejack a heart attack, as she scrambled to remove the hoof who somehow had found it’s way in between her legs under the surface of the small pool.

“Got your attention now, you daydreaming and bathing on the same time?”

The apple farmer turned her head and found to her horror that a certain pegasus stood on the bank looking straight at her. Applejack felt her face turning as red as her brother. How much did she see? She just stood there looking at her, how long had it been? Was this another elaborate joke at her expense? She needed to say something, quick.

“Gruhh..” she managed.

It was a start at least.

“Wha… What are ya doing here?” she continued.

Better this time.

“I came to say I was sorry about scaring you yesterday”, Rainbow Dash actually looked a little remorseful. “I tried to warn you from afar this time, but you didn't seem to notice anything outside that head of yours”

Applejack still didn't really know what to say, the image of Rainbow Dash holding her in a powerful wing and grinding away at her marehood still lingered in her mind.

“Why are you blushing AJ? Nice dreams all alone out here?”

Now that stupid grin was back.

“That’s none of your goddamned business.” Applejack bit back with a sternness in her voice that surprised even her. It seemed to surprise Dash just as much because it wiped that smug look of her face.

“Well jeez, I was only joking with you” Dash said, as the orange mare made her way out of the small body of water. “Anyway, I came to pay you for your apple”

“That’s good, you can put it on that rock over there, Ah have to dry off and get back to mah chores” she said as nonchalantly as she could.

Casual and stern, that’s how you have to deal with her.

“Sure, I’m no moocher you know” Rainbows face had a strange expression Applejack hadn’t seen before. Her eyes rested on her as she shook the water out of her long blonde tail and mane, and tied the red bands holding them in place. For some reason it made Applejack slightly uncomfortable.

No, stay cool Applejack, that’s how you deal with her.

“Well I’m off for weather duties now” the cyan pegasus said as she spread her wings. And just before she took flight she added “By the way Applejack, you look really cute in a wet mane”

Now the grin was back an Applejack was once again reduced to a blushing fool who stammering tried to say something as her friend took to the skies and disappeared.

Author's Note

Sorry guys (and girls) Twilight has to wait, the adventures at the pool was longer than expected. Also a little light on the clop. I will strive to correct these defects in my next chapter.