Impulsively Committed an Appledash Tail

Dash flopped down onto her bed, her ears flicking in irritation to the croaking, chirping, and hooting of various night critters floating in through the thin walls. The events of the day tumbled through her head as she tried to unravel them. She knew she was a simple pony. Feelings were confusing, and questioning them in the moment never gave her anything but frustration. So she filed them away for moments like this, when she could be alone.

She also paid attention to her body. Whether it had too much energy and needed exercise, or it was hungry and tired, she gave it what it wanted. If it was happy, she was happy.

Her eyes slid over the opposite wall. She could hear Applejack rustling around in her room on the other side. “Not happy…”

She likes me, I know she likes me! Then what’s her problem? She buried her face into the pillow. “Grraahh-this sucks!”

She sat up, extending a wing for preening. It’s gotta be because I’m a mare... She snuffled angrily at the feathers, straightening them out with all of her frustration. What else could it be? If either of us was a colt, she’d be worshiping the ground I fly over by now!

Dash ripped out a bent feather, and tried to spit it out. “P-tah, stupid feather!” It stuck to her tongue until she shook her head, and it fluttered out, then defiantly zapped to the side of her muzzle. “Oh come on!”

“Shh!” Applejack hissed through the wall. “Yer gonna wake Granny up!” She whisper yelled.

“Sorry!” Dash whisper yelled back, using a hoof to remove the feather.

“Oh, yuck… Great!”She realized too late just how dirty her hooves were as she smeared some bits of gravel across her nose. Then, she wiped her muzzle on her shoulder, only to realize again too late just how dusty it was from earlier.

“Gah, stupid, why’s everything so…so-” She sneezed the word out. “-filthy!”

“Shh!” Another disembodied Applejack hiss.

“I’m sorry!” Dash snapped at the wall.

Dash and Applejack's hackles stood on end as their ears picked up on a muted thudding sound. “You fillies keep it quiet up there! I’ma tryin’ ta git mah beauty sleep!” Granny Smith yelled, giving her ceiling a few more pokes with a stick she kept just for such occasions.

“Sorry!” They whispered loudly at the floor.

Dash plodded quietly over to the window. “Maybe some air will clear my head.” She opened the simple wooden shutters with a creek, and leaned out, preparing to launch.

“Wait!”

Dash’s hooves slipped on the windowsill, nearly sending her over the edge. “Whoa!” She scrambled back inside, falling to her flank.

Applejack leaned a little further out her window, giggling quietly behind a hoof. Dash’s head popped back out. “Hay! Not…”

“Shhh…”

“Oh, right,” Dash whispered. “Not cool Applejack. You trying to kill me?”

“Well I might if yer leavin’ already.” Applejack tapped a hoof lightly on the window sill, an eyebrow raised.

“What? No, I’m just going out to stretch my wings. All this ground pounding is making me dizzy.” She hoofed at the dirt below. “Dirt doesn’t move enough. I’m getting land sickness.”

Applejack’s ears sagged. “Oh, right. Go on then. See yah later.” She dodged back into her window.

Dash squinted, waiting. Come back...come on...you know you want to! She chewed at a lip nervously as the seconds ticked on for an eternity. Come on!

Applejack’s head popped back out. “Quit starin’.” She hissed quietly. “Ahm tryin’ ta sleep…”

“Yes!” Dash hoof pumped the air. “Knew you’d come back.”

“Shhh!” Granny Smith’s head popped out of the lower bedroom window. “If ya two fillys er gonna yack up a ruckus all night then pick a room, build a fort, be quiet, an’ hunker on down!”

“Sorry!” They whispered loudly.

Granny Smith popped back into her room, the shutters clattering shut.

Applejack and Dash locked gazes for a split second.

“Chance…” Dash darted inside.

“Ahh no ya don’t ya vermit!” Applejack whispered back vehemently. She tippy hoofed swiftly to the door, and latched the deadbolt. “Hehehe, get through that.”

“Ooh…” Applejack spun around, coming nose to nose with Dash. “Great idea, we’ll need the privacy.”

“How did ya?” Applejack backed into the door, scrunching up as Dash pressed on.

“Pegasus, hellooo?” She flapped for emphasis, and hoofed over her shoulder to the window.

“Uhg...right… Ah fergot you’re a sneaky flappin’ vermit.” Applejack dodged to the side, letting Dash’s weight carry her stumbling awkwardly past.

Dash spun around, and trotted up from behind. “Why are you playing so hard to get? Did I make you mad?”

Applejack stopped in her tracks, and stared at the floorboards. “Look, Rainbow Dash, you were right and all. This is weird.”

“What? Did I say that?” Dash gritted her teeth, looking to the side for a moment. “I may have bucked up, okay. I mean, what’s so weird about it? We obviously have some sparks. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to seeing where this is going.”

Applejack deadpanned over at Dash. “Really? This-” She waggled a hoof between them. “-isn’t weird to you? I thought you said you weren’t a fillyfooler?”

“Well I could be I guess. I do like you. My wings really like you...” Dash shrugged matter of factly. “So what if you’re a filly. Doesn’t bother me.”

Applejack’s jaw dropped. “So…just like that then? Yah never put much thought into it so now that you like me it’s ‘el’I’be! Shrug, guess I’m int’a mares?’”

Dash smiled happily and nodded. “Or, just into you…”

Applejack sighed, reaching up to pull off a wayward feather that had somehow gotten stuck to Dash’s chin. “Well sorry, but I cain’t be that carefree ‘bout it.” Applejack turned away, drawing little trails in the dust on the floorboards with a hoof.

“Oh…” Dash chewed at a lip. “Well, how many colts have you been with?”

Applejack went rigid. “None!” She whisper yelled. “Ever since ah took over as head of the farm, ah haven’t had time for no sweet talkin’ googly eyed lovey dovey nonsense.”

Dash squeed excitedly. “Sweet! I’m totally going to be your first...” She giggled as she threw a wing around Applejack, pulling her close.

“Have ya been listenin’ to a word I said?” Applejack shook her head as it tilted to the side, her ears falling over, trying to see Dash from a different angle in hopes of better understanding her insanity.

“Yeah I’m listening. Right now my wing is telling me that you aren’t pulling away.” She grinned mischievously.

“Oh for lands sake!” Applejack rolled her eyes in exasperation. “I’ll just spell it out for ya. Ahm busy, and your carefree attitude ain’t good for mah farm or mah family. You got trouble written all over ya.”

Dash’s smile didn’t waver. “Kay… So that’s why you told me to wait when you thought I was leaving, and why you still haven’t pulled away from my wing?” Dash hugged Applejack closer, nuzzling behind an ear as she sneaked a foreleg up around her neck to pull her in tighter.

Applejack leaned into Dash. “Would’ya just give me some time to figure all this out?”

“Mmhmm…” Dash playfully nibbled at the ear.

Applejack dodged out of her grasp, and trotted over to the bed.

“Awww…” Dash pouted.

“Well…” Applejack glanced back shyly. “You gonna help me build this fort or what?”

Dash lay half in and out of sleep, listening to Applejack snore. The chill night air breezed in through the window, and gently over the rustling sheets of the fort. Memories of cold and lonely nights pining for that special somepony came clawing back to Dash’s mind as she scooted slowly closer, little by little, to Applejack.

She held her breath. Don’t wake up...just a little bit more...please don’t wake up...

The snoring stopped. Dash’s heart felt like a balloon expanding in a shrinking chest. A nervous terrified grin spread over clenched teeth as she waited.

Applejack shifted a little, and the snoring resumed. Dash let out her breath in slow, controlled, jerky halts, and waited until the snores grew slightly louder. Then she began sliding once again, attempting to cover the vast expanse of inches between her and that sweet red delicious flank.

So close! A jolt ran up her spine and out her legs as their flanks touched ever so slightly. She resisted the urge to squeal, holding her breath, slowly sliding her back against Applejacks. Shivers ran through her whole body. Her hind legs squeezed and shifted restlessly as she fought against the heat spreading through her cheeks, wings, and the powerful urge building between her thighs.

After what felt like an eternity, their shoulders met. Her breathing came in long gasps, her lungs wound tight. I’ve flown in competitions that were less exhausting than this!

Applejack moaned, a hoof reached back, and grabbed Dash’s wing, pulling it over like a blanket. Dash twitched. “Aaapplejaack…” she whispered painfully. “It’s not supposed to bend that way…”

She lifted herself up with her legs to relieve the tension. Then tugged on her wing slightly, trying to get it back without waking Applejack. “Come on, that really hurts.”

A jolt ran through Dash, her eyes bolted wide, and her jaw dropped. Oh my gosh! She isn’t… There’s no way!

Dash clenched her teeth as she craned her neck to look back. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Applejack smiling happily. She’s chewing on my wing! In her sleep!?

Her cheeks flushed deeper, and her wings burned hotter. She snagged a loose pillow and stuffed it under her side. Dash then leaned back, slightly elevated onto Applejack, and giggled quietly as she chewed softly in her sleep.

“Dash...ya sure can ride a cowgirl…” Applejack mumbled sensuously into her wing in between soft little snores.

Dash grabbed another pillow, shoving it between her thighs. Her lip curled in, and she bit it hard as her hind legs shifted ceaselessly. “Applejack, you’re so mean…”

Dash opened her bloodshot eyes, and lazily blinked away fuzzy sleep as she glanced around. The previous nights memories came flooding back. She sat up with a start, the white sheet fortress collapsing around her in a heap. She fought at it only to get entangled worse.

Applejack laughed whole heartedly from the other corner of the room where she sat brushing her mane in front of an old vanity. “Ah see, so that’s how ya nab a rainbow!”

Dash’s bedmane popped out of the sheet, followed by bedraggled looking blue pegasus. The sheet fell, coiling around her mid.

Applejacks laughter redoubled. “Well now, don’t you look worse than anything the cat dragged in!?”

“Hay! I kept up my end of the bargain. I was in complete control, and totally awesome last night…” Dash beamed.

“Well, except for ruinin’ a perfectly good pillow… Yeah you were a complete gentlemare.” Applejack smiled and trotted over. “I feel much safer around you now.” She pecked Dash on the cheek. “Good job.”

‘Pompf’ Dash froze, her wings slamming out to the sides flinging the sheet up. “Hehe…sweet!” The sheet floated back down, wrapping around her head. “Awesome!” She collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles.

“See yah after yer trainin’!” Applejack trotted out, smiling ear to ear as she shut the door behind her.

“Uhhgg…last night was torture.” She let out a deep aggravated sigh, threw the sheet aside, and shook her mane into its usual style. Her hoof rubbed her cheek where Applejack’s lips still burned. “Heh, totally worth it though.” She grinned as she launched out the window, adding in an extra spin before shooting up into the sky.