Author's Note

Sorry about the pitiful intro chapter. I hope this makes up for it.

Southern Style

Rarity rose early in the morning, so early, in fact, that the sun wasn’t due to rise for another two hours at least. The timing was perfect. Without even taking the time to fix herself up from her slumber, the unicorn was out of her house and on her way to the only pony that wouldn’t buck her in the face for disturbing them at this inequine hour.

The trip was much faster than anticipated, and Rarity found herself nearing the residence of her dear friend Applejack, who, to her highly positive surprise, was just walking out the door.

“Applejack, Darling,” came Rarity’s voice, rather softly.

Applejack jumped slightly, but settled very quickly upon seeing Rarity, only to become visibly unsettled shortly after, upon seeing Rarity without her being gussied up as usual.

“Uh, heya, Rares. Um, might I ask why ya came over so, well, early? And what happened to ya? Did ya mean ta walk out without fixin’ yerself up?”

Rarity allowed a giggle at the response and sighed with a smile. “Oh, dear Applejack, don’t you worry. I know what I did, or, rather, what I did not do. I didn’t want you thinking I was trying to be overly formal. I’m here for a very casual offer.”

At this, Applejack blushed enough to be seen even in the current lighting. “Uh, o-o-offer, ya say? What, uh, what kinda offer didya mean?”

“Oh, well, I just felt simply awful after the incident in Manehattan, so awful, in fact, that I decided I owed you and the other girls some kind of return for it. I just don’t feel I’ve at all made up for my actions, you know? So, if there is anything, and I mean anything at all that you would like to ask of me, I’m more than happy to help. Afterall, that’s why I came here so early.”

Applejack’s blush never left. Her eyes darted between the barn and Rarity and soon she cleared her throat. “So, uh, y-you came over to, uh, ta ‘help’?”

“Yes, Applejack, I came to help. Do I not look the part for my approach?”

“Oh, no, uh, you, you look the part, Rare. But, uh, you sure you mean anything? Ah don’t wanna drag ya into nothin’ ya ain’t up for.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, now. After all, I am the Element of Generosity. It’s the least I could do.”

“Well, if yer sure about this, then follow me. I was already gonna try an’ handle it maself, but a helpin’ hoof ain’t something ta just say no to with this.”

“Oh, perfect! Lead the way.”

The mares walked quietly across the stretch between the Apples’ house and the barn. Once they arrived, Applejack opened the door and motioned for Rarity to hurry inside, despite the near complete lack of light within. Rarity, knowing Applejack would never do anything to hurt her, didn’t hesitate to go in.

Applejack closed the door and barred it, leaving the barn in utter darkness, something which didn’t seem to stand in the farm pony’s way whatsoever, as the light sounds of hooves on dirt and straw seemed to come in regular, sure intervals.

A few moments passed before Rarity heard a number of things shifting, followed by hoofsteps approaching her direction. She felt somewhat uneasy, especially with no ability to see a thing about her, but shortly after a soft thump, she heard her friend’s voice.

“Rare, ah’m gonna need ya ta talk fer a moment. Ah know the usual steps for gettin this and getting to the door, but I need ta find you.”

“What should I say?”

“Don’t much matter. That helped a bit. Talk about fashion or somethin’, just talk so ah can find ya.” Soon after the last words were said, Rarity heard another rustling.

“Um, okay. I’m not quite sure why you can’t simply light a candle or something more practical, but I suppose that if you must do it like--”

“Th’t’s ‘n’gh R’re”

Rarity quirked an eyebrow, but soon had her eyes wide as she felt something leather being somewhat awkwardly placed around her haunches and fastened in place. Were it higher up, she might have mistaken it for some kind of strange saddle. Then she felt her tail being ‘gently’ moved through a hole and soon felt another strap lock the object around her hips, strapped over her marehood and buttocks.

Then she noticed the weight of it was under her. “What is she doing?! No, no, calm down now, Rarity, it’s okay. She likely just put it on wrong in the dark. Yes. That’s it.”

“Applejack, dear, I think you may have put this on upside down.”

There was a pause. “Whadya mean?”

“Well, I mean, it’s just that I believe the weight isn’t supposed to be, well, under me.”

A longer pause. “Pardon? Did ah grab the wrong thing? Ain’t yer tail through the hole and comfortable?”

Rarity stopped. She flicked her tail to each side a few times before gulping. “Okay, so it’s really looking like that. She knows it’s like that. She thought I meant… Oh dear. Well, I can’t back out on her now. I’m in too deep. At least it’s dark…”

“So, um, how are we supposed to get in position, exactly?”

The mare’s answer was a hoof sliding slowly along her flank and up her neck, bringing a slight shudder in response. The hoof left quickly and moments later Rarity felt something brush her muzzle. A nearly unmistakable scent followed shortly after, and it finally clicked that this was actually happening.

Rarity let out another gulp and gingerly stepped forward once, twice. She reared and did her best to gently place her forelegs around Applejack’s withers as she mounted her friend. She eased her way forward until she met a bit of resistance and felt her friend, now partner, shudder slightly.

Taking the response as a sign of being more or less in position, Rarity gave a slight, gentle thrust with her hips.

“Higher, sugarcube.”

“Right, right.” Rarity pulled back some and tried her best to go higher. She moved her hips forward and apparently managed quite well, as she was rewarded with a rather lewd, wet sound and a light moan from her partner.

Rarity took a deep breath and closed her eyes, or she tried to, given that the darkness about her left no real difference. She slightly tightened her grip on her partner before making a slow but purposeful push with her hips. Slowly but surely, the toy she’d had strapped to her made its way into her friend’s marehood, accompanied with a series of light squelches and not-so-light moans.

“Am I doing okay? Should I go faster now that I’m in?”

“N-naw. We got time, sugarcube. You pace yerself.”

Rarity bit her lip and did just that. She steadily eased the toy in further, trying to pay attention to Applejack’s reactions to be sure not to hurt her. She soon managed to force the full length of the toy inside, her hips pressing against her partners, an action which earned a very lewd moan.

“So, are you ready for me to, um, thrust, dear?”

“Y-yeah. Go ahead. Ya ain’t gotta hold back anymore than ya wanna, Rare. Ah just don’t wantcha wearin’ yerself out before ah’m done.”

“Oh, okay then. Well, I’ll get to it.” Rarity pulled her hips back decently faster than the push in, though little as that may mean, before she thrusted forward, earning a louder moan and more shivering from her mate.

It took a while to get used to, but Rarity soon worked herself into a steady rhythm and a decent pace, and if her partner wasn’t happy about it, her body certainly wouldn’t back up such a statement at the moment. It wasn’t too long after getting into this rhythm that Rarity noticed Applejack pushing her own hips back and almost instinctively picked up her pace, though not by much.

The resulting increase in volume and motion from Applejack told her all she needed to know. Rarity quickly set about a steady increase in her pace, something which wasn’t contested for even a moment by her partner, who, by all measure, seemed to be approaching her climax.

Rarity, of course, soon reached her limit as to how fast she could go, but it didn’t seem to matter much, as Applejack soon shuddered and pushed her hips back against Rarity’s, an action to which Rarity responded by holding her mare tight and keeping pressed against her.

A few moments passed, and Applejacks climax with them. Rarity soon carefully dismounted her friend and hurried to find the straps to remove the toy. She found them and undid them, finding little difficulty in removing it. As she set it down, carefully, she caught another wave of the scent from before and felt her friend’s tail brush her muzzle.

“W-would ya mind helpin me clean up too? Ah understand if ya say no, but it’d be awful appreciated.”

Rarity thought for a moment. She’d just mounted and fucked her friend. She couldn’t think of a single thing she had left to worry about on the matter. That, and part of her felt compelled to, as it was put, ‘clean up’.

With that much settled, Rarity leaned in, pressing a hoof gently on Applejack’s haunch as she began to steadily lap up the leaked juices of her friend. Before long, Rarity noticed the taste had left noticeably, and blushed as she felt a slight pang of sadness, but all the same pulled away from the now quite clean marehood before her.

“So, how was it?”

Applejack didn’t speak for a moment, instead voting to take a moment and catch her breath. “Y-ya did great, Rare. Thanks. Ah really needed that.”

“Oh, it was no problem at all, dear. Though, um, would you mind showing me the door? I can’t see for the life of me, and I’d rather not chance getting lost.”

“Sure thing. Just a sec.” Rarity heard slightly unsteady hoofsteps before hearing the door being unbarred and having some light return. She looked out and noticed that no more than an hour could have passed since they’d entered the barn.

“I’ve still got four friends to go. I’m not sure what my hopes are for this, but I don’t see myself backing out now. What have I just gotten myself into, exactly?”