Impulsively Committed an Appledash Tail

It was evening when Dash winged in over the small town of Ponyville, the sun slowly sinking into the horizon as she flapped into a steady glide to survey the area below. It was quiet besides the occasional cluster of ponies going about their evening routines.

Dash rolled her eyes, talking to herself to fight boredom. “Oh this is going to kill me! The whole place looks so lame...”

She drug an immaculately clean hoof over her face. Whatever, bits is bits, but the weather team better promote me fast if I’m dealing with this. She gritted her teeth in frustration as she homed in on the obvious landmark for her temporary housing. A farm? Even more lame… With the weather team hoofing her rent for the week, she hoped she wasn’t expected to do any chores.

Dash folded her wings, dove, and pulled up into a spinning loop, offering the ponies below a colorful show as she made her roundabout way towards Sweet Apple Acres. “Hehe, I’m probably the best thing these boring ponies seen all year!”

A sudden glimmer caught her eye mid-loop, and she flapped into a steady glide for a better look. Long golden flowing fields of hay swayed gently in the breeze, hallowed by dancing rays of the setting sun. She stared, eyes wide and mouth agape at the sheen that sparkled like a streak of golden mane set in stark contrast to the rolling hills of brilliant green orchards caressed by deep autumn hues.

“Whoa, awesome…”

Applejack flopped her flank down onto an old log, and heaved a relieving sigh. “Woo’dowgy! That’s a lotta hay!”

She glanced over at the small wall of remaining bales. Big Mac tossed another one onto the pile, bringing it to two stacks of three standing next to each other.

“That it?” Her lips pulled into an enthusiastic grin, though her eyes belied her exhaustion.

“Eeyup…”

“Head on back then, ya earned it. I’ll haul the rest of em up into the hay barn with the others ‘ere tonight. Gonna enjoy some quiet, and watch the sunset fer’a bit.” She pointed over to the farmhouse over the next hill as her brother hesitated, reaching for a bale. “Go on, git! I can handle mah own work.”

“Eeyup.” He swiftly plodded off towards home and food.

“Have Apple Bloom run me out a pie!” she shouted as an afterthought, pulling the band out of her mane so she could enjoy the cool apple scented breeze to its fullest.

“Eeyup!” her brother called back, already halfway down the hill.

Applejack turned towards the sunset. A tingly warmth spread through her as love for it’s orange and yellow hues filtered through the autumn leaves of the apple trees, and straight into her heart. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the earthy scent of freshly harvested hay. When she opened them, she was staring straight up at the sky, intent on watching the waning light of day darken from vibrant blue into the deep purples of night.

She blinked and squinted in confusion. “Ain’t rained today. What’s with the rainbow?” She marveled at the out of place streak of colors, until it dawned on her that it was moving, looping, and twisting around the sky. “Wow! Don’t see that everyday.”

Applejack leaned back, splaying across the log in very unladylike fashion. She propped her head back onto her forehooves, and enjoyed the colorful streak as it swirled and twirled at random.

A goofy grin spread across her muzzle. She wondered what it would be like to meet a rainbow, and she giggled at the absurdity of the thought. Hay there cutie, if yer the rainbow of mah dreams, then fall from the sky, and- She glanced over at the wall of hay. -and move some hay bales for a lady!

The rainbow drew closer. Applejack sat up a bit, propping back on her forehooves as she stared. “It’s falling!?” Her heart skipped a beat, then sped up. “What in the world? It’s comin’ right for me!”

Dash arched back around to keep the hayfields in view, and dropped altitude, intent on getting a closer look. However, by the time she realised she was coming in too fast, an unsuspected updraft snagged one of her wings.

“Horsefeathers!” Dash rolled into a spin, flapping wildly to regain control. I’m gonna buy the farm! She twisted, aiming for a wall of hay to soften the crash.

Applejack watched wide eyed as the rainbow twisted and juked until it fell out of sight beyond the tree line behind her. She glanced around frantically, trying to find her descending imaginary rainbow hunk. Well this is excitin’! Wonder when I fell asleep? Days work must’a been extra hard ta earn a dream like this!

Applejack’s mane blasted forward as a vibrant streak of colors swished past, just barely missing her little wall of hay. It crashed with an explosive crunch behind it. A flurry of reds, oranges, and browns fluffed outwards in a cloud of leaves.

“Ah just raked those leaves…” Applejack’s eye twitched at the added work even as she gulped down her apprehension. She craned her neck trying to get a glimpse of the newcomer just beyond the wall. A sudden nervous sweat beading upon her brow. “H-Hello?”

She was answered by a soft groan. “Oh, my head…” Dash slowly crawled out of the massive pile of leaves, shaking off the prickly ones that clung to her fur.

Applejack mumbled under her breath. “Oh, a mare. Well that’s fer the better, don’t need no distractions-” After moment of rustling about, the mysterious rainbow popped it’s head over the wall of hay. “-any-wow!” Applejack’s face flooded with tingles that burned their way back to her ears.

A wonder of colors, every hue of the sunset, autumn, spring, and even a blond streak of the hayfields all in contrast to a beautiful sky blue coat greeted Applejack. Every color of everything I love...

“Hay’ya, not my best landi…” Dash’s jaw dropped. “Whoa! You’re totally glowing!” Applejack’s mane flowed around her, gently whipping in the wind, the sunset rays lighting them in a haloing gleam. “G-Glowing like the hay fields…”

Heat flooded through Applejack’s cheeks, and suddenly she became self aware of her unladylike pose. She snapped her legs shut, sat up, and twisted to the side on the log.

Dash choked on her words, also suddenly aware of just how personally acquainted to this new mare she had become. “I-I-I was just admiring your mane, that’s all! I mean, your tail was glowing too but’uhm...”

Applejack’s blush doubled in shade.

“Nonono! It was really beautiful! I mean, of course, all of you is beautiful! What, wow, did I just say that?” Dash slammed her face into the hay. “Aww, horsefeathers!”

Applejack snorted behind her hoof as she tried to contain a giggle, and forced out a greeting. “Name’s Applejack.” Try as she might, southern hospitality escaped her at that moment. Her hoof refused to extend for a shake, and an invitation to dinner stuck in her throat.

“Rainbow Dash…” She muffled into the hay, peeking up slightly. She froze as she felt a breeze cross under her wings. Oh, No! Nonono! Stupid wings, go down… down-down-down...

“H-hello, well ah guess I kinda already said that, but hi again and all…” Applejack stammered wringing the end of her tail, her mind racing to find which part of Dash’s body would be the least embarrassing to compliment. “I mean, uhm…” Her eyes locked back onto Dash’s mane. “Uh...colors!” she blurted out awkwardly.

“What!?” Dash’s head popped up.

“I like your colors, they’re purdy.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Wow! Hay, thanks.” Dash beamed at the compliment.

“Whoa, I mean, it’s nothin’, just a kind sayin’ in kind for a kind sayin’, righ’?” Applejack fought the urge to face hoof.

“Oh, yeah! Right, well I like your eyes, and the freckles are totally adorable…” Dash grinned, then remembering her wings, she forcefully shoved them down, her hooves behind her back.

Applejack lost control, the giggles forced their way up her throat as she stammered uncontrollably. “Y-You already c-complimented me. Ahm the one who owed you the compliment…”

“Right, duh…hehe… Well, yeah. I’m not from around here. Compliments in Cloudsdale are usually said with wings.” Dash chuckled nervously as a wing popped up, and she swiftly forced it back down with a hoof. She pulled them forward, pinning them to her stomach. “I’m supposed to stay here while I’m training for the weather team.”

“Oh! You’re mah G-PET!” Applejack choked on her words, realizing them, but too late to stop herself. “Mah, pet, I mean not mah pet, but mah guest pet. Not pet!” She waved her hooves frantically, and said her words slow and methodically. “Guest, yer mah guest stayin’ here from the temp agency, right?” Seeing the rosy blush overtake Dash’s face Applejack froze, and stopped fighting that urge to face hoof.

‘Pompf!’ Dash’s wings, still pinned to her stomach, slammed back, blasting her forward through the wall of hay. “Whoa!” She tumbled into a roll, stopping at Applejack’s hooves, hay bails tumbling behind her. She nimbly popped up, sitting on her haunches as she played the embarrassment off with a brush of her hoof through her mane.

“Grr-ounded Pegasi Enrichment Temp or G-PET, at your service.” She laughed awkwardly, extending a shaky hoof, the other twirling a lock of hair. “The pegasi job agency likes acronyms waay to much. Heh, so uh, I guess that makes me the pet you’re looking for. Gah! No, I mean I’m your Dash…” She face hoofed with a groan, trying to hide her blush.

Applejack snorted, and burst out laughing. Dash looked down with indignant eyes, a reprimand on her lips, but her words were shushed by an orange hoof.

“Hold on nah, don’t get yer tail in a bunch, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it.” Then, suddenly aware of what she was doing, Applejack’s hoof shot back, hiding behind her. “Whoa! Sorry, ahm used to doin’ that to my little sis when she gets that look. Ah didn’t mean to touch yer lips like that.”

“No problem…” Dash squeaked, her eyes wide in shock.

Applejack gasped out a shaky breath, eager to change the subject. Dash’s jittery wings caught her attention, and suddenly, her hooves itched to touch them. “Oh, what in tarnation!? Your wings are all shakey. Are ya’lright?”

Dash nodded, apprehension catching in her throat, though she wasn’t sure she could keep from screaming much longer. Tension balled up in her chest and stomach, jumbling her thoughts, and weakening her knees. She sat on her haunches. Her forelegs pitched back in a blur to grab her wings, and fold them forward. She rubbed her primaries together nervously across her belly, trying to fight butterflies with little tickles.

Applejack’s voice softened, her brow furrowing with honest concern, but her eyes were locked on Dash’s wings. “Do they hurt? You had some nasty falls.”

No... Dash mewed in her mind, but her head shook a meek little yes with big puppydog eyes, still twirling her primaries in little circles around her belly.

“Aww… here, let me take a look at em’. I don’t know the first thing ‘bout wings, but I know a whole heapin’ lot’about scrapes and bruises!” Applejack’s heart skipped a beat as Dash leaned closer to her hooves. Those wings! They look soo soft...

She nearly ‘squeed’ out loud, as she gently prodded one of the wings, looking it over with tender hooves. A numbness spread through her forelegs. Her pupils dilated at the tingling pleasures. It took all of her willpower not to dive face first into those delicate, fluffy…

Applejack wiped a bit of drool from her muzzle.

Dash shook her head no in a barely perceivable motion, her mind screaming for Applejack to back off, but her traitorous body denied her any means to tell her so.

“Aww, they are a bit scraped up aren’t they. Here, have a seat, and I’ll see if ah can help.” Applejack gently pulled Dash to sit in front of her on the log, by a wing.

They don’t hurt! Dash’s mind screamed as her body complied obediently.

“Uh? They’re shiverin’ real hard now. Yah must’a sprained somethin’.’” Applejack worked around the base of Dash’s wings, gently massaging the muscles, questioning the sanity of every stroke of her hooves as she reveled in the delicious downy softness.

Dash shifted her shoulders forward, trying to pull her wings away, only to have them extend back under their own volition as they refused to leave Applejack’s hooves. “Ye-yeah! Just a sprain...hehe.” She tensed as a shiver ran through her body, chewing at her lip.

“If y’aren’t comfortable...we can...stop.” Applejack’s words came hard and forced.

Dash’s mind screamed yes, but her head shook no. Then her traitorous wings jerked back to caress Applejack’s shoulders. Her jaw dropped in shock as she struggled to get them back under control.

Applejack tensed, her eyes snapping wide as she shrank from Dash’s wing tips. “W-what are ya doin’!?”

“Oh, me?” Dash sucked in air, her mouth open to reply, but her chest squeezed so tight she could barely manage to squeak. “N-Nothin… they just do that…”

“Really?” Applejack’s brow raised as she eyed the wings slowly caressing her forelegs. At this point she felt willing to believe anything as long as she could keep touching, exploring, devouring that fluffy softness.

No! Dash gasped out her words in a long blurred forced jumble. “Oh, yeah! Normal! Totally can’t control em! If you’re embarrassed we should stop!”

Applejack nodded in agreement, but her tongue had already agreed with her hooves which held the base of Dash’s wings, preventing her from moving away. “No-no-no! Not bothered at all!” She gritted her teeth at her own stubborn stupidity, laughing awkwardly.

“Kay!” Dash blurted out a bit too loudly. She struggled for breath, growing tired of fighting against her own body. Her shoulders sagged as she tried to relax. However, her wings took full advantage of her drop in defenses as her primaries curved around Applejack’s biceps, squeezing.

Applejack giggled at the warm little tickles that Dash’s primaries left in their wake. “Wow, wings sure are friendly critters.” She bit her lip, secretly fangirling over the fluffy down of Dash’s underwing ridges as the muscles melted beneath her magical hooves.

Dash mumbled in reply, “not usually…”

“Ah...ah hope ahm not taking southern hospitality too far over here?”

“N-Nah…” Dash blatantly lied, her forelegs sagging limply to the sides as her head lolled back.

Emboldened, Applejack worked up Dash’s delicate wing ridge, gently rolling it between her hooves.

Fuzzy realizations slowly wormed their way into Dash’s thoughts as her wings began shamelessly claiming Applejack. Seering little tingles followed Applejack’s roaming touch. She struggled internally to get her wings in check, fighting against instinct as they demanded free reign to explore.

“Oh-my-gosh…” she whispered in shock. Her face flushed deeply as heat spread down her neck, radiated through her body, and pulsed back through her wings. “You’re the one…” Dash fought to control her breathing, which was swiftly careening out of control. Dash’s wings tensed around Applejack, gripping her tighter.

Applejack was too lost in wonder to notice. Prickly little arcs of static were nipping at her hooves. She recoiled slightly at first, then slid them back over Dash’s wing ridges as little tingles danced through her hooves, and radiated sensations of pleasure up her forelegs.

Applejack sucked in a deep breath, unaware she had stopped breathing. Her cheeks burned, her whole face pulsing with frantic beat of her heart.

Dash was too far gone to reply, but her thoughts and actions were in agreement for the first time that evening. Her mind flooded over with a torrent of fuzz, a muffled moan escaping her lips. Wings slid further back, curving around Applejack’s shoulders as Dash slowly leaned towards her.

Applejack hesitated, a wave of apprehension crawled up her back with a shiver as her sense of duty and responsibility nagged through tingling haze crawling from her cheeks into her mind. She pressed harder into Dash’s back, trying to keep her distance, but her muscles buckled under the passion in Dash sudden overwhelming desire communicated through insistent wings as primaries caressed her biceps, rendering them weak and complacent.

“Maybe we should stop…” her words fell flat and meaningless, a toneless breathy plea, a last ditch effort of her waning ego struggling for control. Her own hooves ignored her as they slid under Dash’s wings, and gently twisted to support her weight, sliding down her sides to pull her flank closer.

Applejack’s breath caressed Dash’s neck triggering a sudden chain reaction as Dash’s wings shot forward, and she arched back into Applejack, gasping at the sky. “Hung-ga-huh!”

“Wha-wow…” Applejack’s eyes shot bolt open, a little sanity creeping up on her even as the sound sent tingles rippling up Applejack’s legs, flushed her cheeks, and radiated back down to settle in her… “Hot! It’s dang hot! Weather’s gone plum crazy! Hot, we should… inside…”

Dash cut Applejack off, pinning her back, resting her head on her shoulder, and panting in her ear. The ear twitched. Applejack gritted her teeth, every muscle tensed.

She forced a breath, and melted under Dash as the mare’s scent wafted across her muzzle. “Fresh crisp rain air after a long drought…” Applejack half mumbled to herself as the fuzz resettled thicker, dulling her thoughts. Her hooves slid around Dash’s mid, hugging her tight, and exploring her chest with little minds of their own.

Applejack, having momentarily retreated into her mind, was a simple pony. She paid attention to her simple thoughts, accepting them at face value, usually without digging deeper. She also paid attention to her body, while she dutifully ignored it's complaints half the time she nonetheless listened, and understood. At the moment, it couldn’t have screamed any louder at her.

Applejack turned to look Dash in the eyes, coming nose to nose. “Ahm, really not into mares…” she denied without conviction.

“First for me too...” Dash savored the sweet scent of apples rolling off her new body pillow. Her eyes softened, begging.

Thier trembling lips brushed ever so slightly...

“Hay, Sis!” Apple Bloom screamed from over the hill. “Ah got yer pie!”

“Buck!” Applejack’s hooves shot out, sending Dash fluttering chaotically into the air. They both fell to opposite sides of the log, thudding onto the ground.

Apple Bloom rounded the hill top, and trotted over. “Oh, howdy.” She locked onto Dash, who was confused between shock, surprise, and a flood of other emotions all turning into indignation at being shoved aside. “Mah names Apple Bloom! Ya hungry? Hay, what’cha doin’ on the ground?”

Dash shook the fuzz off her brain, the situation slowly dawning on her. “Oh, yeah...uhm haaay there Apple Bloom. Names Rainbow Dash. Sure, I could go for a bite.” She grinned awkwardly, trying to regain her composure as she picked herself up off the ground.

Applejack popped up from behind the log. “Uh, hay, Apple Bloom! This here’s Rainbow Dash!” She said a little too loudly.

“Yup, got that covered already, Applejack. You feelin okay?” Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah! Right, feelin’ great. Hehe...heh.” Applejack popped up to her hooves and clopped Dash on the shoulder, sending her stumbling forward, and continued with a manic grin. “This here’s Rainbow Dash, I mean you already know all that, but she’s our pet.” She shook her head. “NO! Dang it, she’s my pet! Not yers, erk…”

Dash face hoofed, and slammed the other into Applejack’s muzzle. “I’m here on an official G-PET cadet scholarship. That’s lame speak for Grounded Pegasi Enrichment Temp for the Weather Team Regional Officer Training program, or WeTROT. I’ll be staying at your farm until I get a place of my own.” She added unnecessarily. “Uhh… Your sister was just helping me deal with some wing cramps after a bumpy landing.” She kept a straight face, Applejack was impressed.

“Eh… Yeah, gotcha. Well ya’ll come on down soon. Granny’s gonna wanna meet’cha!” Apple Bloom dropped the pie into Applejack’s hooves, spun around, and trotted back towards home with extra bounce in her step. “I’ll let’em know yer comin’!”

Dash blasted out a sigh of relief, surprised she had been holding her breath in the first place. She turned on Applejack. “Are you crazy!? Massaging my wings…” She halted mid sentence, and swiftly removed her hoof from Applejack’s mouth. “I-I-I…” She cradled the hoof in her foreleg, stammering, and blushing anew as she watched little wet trails of slobber slide down her hoof to her fur.

Applejack spit out some dirt and hay. “Ah was only tryin’ ta help! You could’ve said no ya’know.” Her words lacked bite, though her lips scrunched up in embarrassment.

Dash shook her head. “Yeah, let’s just forget about it okay? I’m kinda tired. This whole thing has been...weird…”

Applejack’s ears fell flat. “W-Weird? Was it that bad?”

“That bad!? I’m used to colts and mares wanting me. Totally nothing new, but I really gotta hoof it to you-” She brushed Applejack’s cutie mark with a wing. “-you almost had me there. I just wasn’t expecting it.” She shrugged. “No biggie.”

“Oh, so you fallin’ back on me was mah fault? Let’s not forget who was on top!” Applejack glared at her.

“Yeah I was!”

“What!?” Applejack blinked in confusion.

“It’s cool, if you can’t handle it, I’m totally into taking charge.” Dash grinned teasingly.

Applejack stuttered, her brow furrowing as she flushed with angry indignation. “H-Hay now! Ah can take charge any ol’ time!”

“Sweet!” Dash laid down on the log. “Prove it...”

Applejack took a step forward, stared, then blinked. How did it come to this?

“Waaiitiinng…” Dash wiggled her hips enticingly.

“Ah new it! Yer tryin’ ta trick me!” Applejack waggled a hoof at Dash, her eyes glued squarely to those rocking blue flanks. “Ahm onto ya...ya...ya sneaky...ver...va-vermit.” Her voice trailed off as her brain began to fail.

“What? You better not bail on me! Not after...what just happened.” Dash’s face scrunched up indignantly. “You were the one touching my wings, you know. Though usually that’s a bad thing...” Dash trailed off in thought.

“Wha’?” Applejack shook the fuzz off her brain. “Wings? Wait...so what!? Stop yammerin’ and make some sense would’ya?”

Dash rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, like you don’t know?”

Applejack’s answer was a mute deadpan as she waved a hoof at the surrounding farm.

“Uh...point taken. Well, let’s not worry about who’s fault it was.” Dash bounced off the log, trotted up to her, and threw a wing around her back. “Why don’t you show me around? Any good hiding places we can be alone for a while?”

Five or six popped into Applejack’s mind. She shook them off. “What? No! And y’ain’t gettin’ outa it that easy!” Applejack’s lips scrunched up to the side.

“I’ll tell you about it later. For now let’s just…” She leaned over, and nibbled Applejack’s ear.

“Wha’aa!” Applejack face planted as her forelegs gave out.

Dash burst out laughing, taking wing as Applejack took a swipe at her with a rear hoof. “Uh...ohh… I think somepony likes me!”

“Knock’it off, yah fluttery vermit!”

“You liike me… You wanna huug me…” Dash waved her hips from side to side in mid air tauntingly. “You wanna kiiss me. You wanna make sweet swe-eeyigh!” She dropped down barely missing the hay bale that whizzed by her head. “Watch it! Whoa, hold on, hay!”

Another hay bale wanged her wing. Dash dropped in a flurry of chaotic flapping straight into Applejacks awaiting forelegs. “I said knock it off…” she growled down at her captive.

Dash threw her forelegs around Applejack’s neck. “Whoops! Didn’t hear you. Must’a been too busy staring at that tight, round, juicy flank.” A wing dropped down to caress the curve of said flank. She grinned as Applejack turned bright red, unable to reply. “Yeah! That’s the reaction I wanted. So, uh…if you want me so bad, you gonna lay some of that sweet apple on me or what?”

“Eeyu-nope…” Applejack dropped Dash to the ground with a huff, rolled her eyes as she turned, tossed her pie up onto her back, and trotted off towards home.