Unrequited Lust
It wasn’t voyeurism, not really.
There was just nowhere else to look, that’s all.
She couldn’t wipe Applejack’s forehead very well if she looked the other way. She wasn’t staring or perving; she was just doing her job right.
Rarity huffed and blew a strand of hair out of her face.
It didn’t help that the earth pony was being so suggestive with every movement. Every time she leaned forward to fill a crack in the dam wall, her flank would rise and stick out slightly, drawing Rarity’s eyes like bees to honey. Not only was it unladylike, it was horribly unfair.
And worst of all, she didn’t even seem to notice! That darn farmpony would sit back down on the thick wooden plank and toss Rarity a grateful smile when the cloth gently dabbed away the perspiration. She would attempt to return the smile, though she knew hers was slightly pained in execution.
“Thanks for helpin’ me with this, Rare. Mighty generous of ya,” drawled the orange pony as she placed the trowel down for a moment.
“Oh, nonsense dear. You heard Twilight; we all must do our part to make Equestria safer.” Generous? What was truly generous was Applejack providing so many memorable mental images for the white unicorn.
“Still, ya could’ve chosen one of the cushy jobs but instead yer helpin’ me. I’m grateful, is all I’m sayin’.”
Rarity gave a short laugh. “This isn’t exactly strenuous work, darling. But… it’s my pleasure.” They shared a smile, but their thoughts couldn’t have been more different.
Applejack turned back and tugged on the rope, signalling the ponies controlling their descent that they were finished in that section. Slowly, the pair were lowered slightly further down the dam wall until they reached another crack. A second tug brought them to a halt, and the torture began anew.
The earth pony leaned forward to run a hoof along the split. “Hoo-whee! Look at the size of this one, Rare!”
“Yes… it’s quite the crack alright,” Rarity said quietly, her eyes nowhere near the damaged wall. “Very firm.”
Snorting, Applejack sat back down to retrieve the trowel. “Well it is made of concrete, ya silly pony.” She scooped up more of the mixture and leaned forward once more. A few moments passed before she looked back over her shoulder. “Uh, Rare? Ain’t you forgetting something?”
Snapping out of the delightful images in her head (and before her eyes), Rarity quickly levitated the cloth over to her friend and smoothly wiped her sweaty face. “Better?”
“Much.” She returned to her work.
An idea sparked to life in the fashionista’s mind. “Oh my, Applejack, you’re sweaty all over! I simply cannot let that be. Do you have any idea what dried sweat does to your fur?”
“Uh, no?” was the grunted reply.
“Awful things, darling, simply awful. Just thinking of those things happening to your beautiful fur makes me feel faint! You must let me clean you up. I insist.”
“Sure, I ‘spose. Do you want me to sit back?”
“No, no, no, that’s fine. You can keep working while I do it.”
With hungry eyes, Rarity slid closer to her friend. The cloth dropped out of the air and onto her left hoof. There was no way she would pass up an opportunity to touch that annoyingly attractive mare with her bare hooves.
Reaching out shakily, her covered hoof touched the back of Applejack’s neck. To her surprise, the farmpony sighed in enjoyment.
“Applejack?”
“Sorry ‘bout that. My neck’s been killin’ me this whole time.” After a pause, she cocked her head blindly towards the hoof. “Once you’ve got the sweat off, uh, could you maybe…”
Rarity almost squealed in excitement. “Do you want me to massage you?”
“Well, uh, if it’s not a hassle…”
“Nonsense! I’d be happy to! It’s the least I can do, considering you’re doing all the work here.”
“Thanks, Rare.” After that, she returned to the task at hand, slowly filling the big crack with the grey sludge and smoothing down the edges. Only when she felt a hoof sliding down her back did she remember who was with her.
With her cloth-covered hoof only a few centimetres above Applejack’s flank, Rarity was having trouble containing her excitement. Fear was the only thing that kept her from going further.
That was, until Applejack noticed she had paused. “Somethin’ wrong, sugarcube?”
“No, nothing.” The lie was evident in her voice, so she quickly corrected herself. “Well, just a little problem.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s just…” Another golden opportunity sprang to mind. “Your flank is quite sweaty too, and I was wondering how you might react should I start touching that area.”
Her blonde mane flicked when she snorted. “You’ve touched my flank plenty of times. We all shove each other out the way a fair bit. I don’t mind if you want to save my rear fur from the horrors of sweat.”
The farmer’s tone might have been slightly more concerned if she had seen the little smile upon Rarity’s lips. Her hoof went a-travelling downwards, sliding over the rear and revealing so much more than sight alone was able to. It was firm, just like she expected, but it was warmer than anticipated. Even through the cloth, heat radiated off the earth pony.
She swallowed back a mouthful of saliva so it wouldn’t drool out and quickly searched for something to say to break the one-sided tension. “You are… certainly a well-built pony, Applejack.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“Oh, yes,” the unicorn purred, “Very good.”
“Well thanks then.” The orange pony remained as oblivious as ever.
Rarity found herself leaning closer as she slowly moved her hoof in little circles over Applejack’s right flank. It was the ultimate tease, even worse than looking without touching! A low groan of frustration escaped her lips.
“You okay, Rare?”
The accented voice startled her and she quickly removed her hoof. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m also finished back here. Would you still like a massage?”
Applejack sat back and placed the trowel down, cracking her neck with an audible pop. “Ouch… You bet I do.”
“Just hold still and let your pain melt away, darling,” cooed Rarity as she shuffled closer to sit behind her friend. The bucket was discretely floated around to occupy her previous position, leaving no barriers between the huntress and her prey. Or more accurately, the pervert and her unwitting target.
Rarity quickly dispelled the thought. It was not voyeurism. Now it was just… helping out a friend. There was nothing perverted about that.
She shuddered slightly as her hooves contacted Applejack’s shoulders and began to work. Alright, maybe it was a little perverted, but that’s natural. Besides, wasn’t everypony always telling her to loosen up?
“Oh, you got some magic hooves right there,” muttered the earth pony, closing her eyes to reinforce the other senses.
Slowly, rubbing her hooves in small, pressured circles, Rarity felt the taut muscles around her friend’s neck begin to soften and relax. She smiled with satisfaction. Clearly, her skills had not dulled in the slightest, despite not having any recent opportunities to practice.
“Would you like me to do anything in particular?” the fashionista whispered into the orange ears in front of her, half folded over as they too relaxed.
“Y’all can do whatever you want as long as it feels this good…” Applejack mumbled in reply, clearly distracted.
Rarity giggled. “You should be careful saying things like that. Somepony might take it the wrong way.” Oh, how she would love to take her the wrong way!
The prey’s eyes drifted half-open. “I don’t follow.”
“Shh, just relax and forget about it darling.”
She did just that, sinking back into the dark world behind her eyelids with a content sigh.
The line of ponies on top of the dam were completely silent so as not to disturb the wondrous display below. Worker stallions wearing yellow hardhats, weather team pegasus ponies with their wings still ruffled from flight, and illustrious-looking unicorns were all brought together by the extremely visible antics of the local fashionista and apple farmer.
At the centre, directly above them, three particular friends stood.
The pink one wore an ear-to-ear grin as she looked downwards.
The yellow one had flushed cheeks and wide eyes as she did the same.
Finally, the cyan one simply smirked and watched, determined not to do anything that would break the moment.
A small dragon jogged ahead of an approaching purple unicorn, desperate to see what the fuss was about. Upon looking over the edge, his jaw dropped. “Do they know we can s-URGH!” He was cut off suddenly by three different coloured hooves in his mouth.
“Spike, shut up,” ordered Rainbow Dash, her smirk not flickering for a moment and her eyes remaining locked.
Twilight approached, floating a checklist beside her head. “Hello everypony! What’s going- OH MY-“
Dear Princess Celestia,
This town is full of voyeurs. Can I come back to Canterlot? Please?
Your Frightened Student,
Twilight Sparkle
My Faithful Student Twilight,
I take it you haven’t heard the nickname they’ve given me?
You are welcome to return to Canterlot.
I’ll be waiting.
Your Mentor,
Princess Celestia
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A/N: You thought you were getting a clopfic, didn't you? I am DawnFade, killer of boners! Fear my wrath!
Oh, and leave a comment if you liked the story. It was originally going to be a clopfic but I decided it was a bit unrealistic getting busy while suspended halfway down a featureless grey wall in plain sight for miles. So instead I went for the humourous ending.
Let me know what you think!
