A Role in the Hay

Applejack was almost done.

Even with the sun beginning to set, Applejack figured she had just enough daylight left to finish moving the hay bales to their proper spot in the barn. If she wasn't alone, she could've had it done much earlier- but the rest of her family had gone to Appleoosa for a pie baking contest, leaving her to tend to things on her own. It wasn't so bad, actually- the work wasn't too hard, and being all by herself on the farm cut down on distractions.

Usually.

“Take me, Applejack!”

“Say what?” Applejack thrust her pitchfork into a bale of hay and wiped the sheen of sweat from her face. She hadn't expected to hear Rarity's voice in the barn- and when Applejack turned to see what the commotion was about, she realized she certainly hadn't expected to see Rarity there, either.

Rarity stood barefoot, leaning against the barn door. She arced her back with the greatest of artistry, putting every subtle curve of her lithe body on display. Her pose was only enhanced by her attire- a slinky, black affair that managed to stretch from the nape of her neck to just below her knees while at the same time being mostly transparent. A cunningly tailored slash in the side of the negligee revealed the pale, tempting skin of Rarity's shapely leg.

“I said,” Rarity tossed her coiffed hair back, and affixed Applejack with a sultry look. "Take me.”

Applejack stared. Applejack blinked. Applejack began to wonder if she'd had too much cider for lunch. “Take you where?” she said.

Rarity allowed the frustation to show on her face for only a moment. “Here.”

“Beg pardon? You're already here.”

“That's not what I meant!”

“Then what do ya mean?”

“Ravish me, Applejack!”

“Radishes? Whatcha want radishes for?”

“That's not what I said,” Rarity huffed. She crossed her arms (which did rather interesting things beneath the lace of her gown, Applejack noted). “Honestly, you are impossible.”

“What's impossible is you gettin' all the way to the farm dressed like that.”

“If you must know, I wore something different on the walk up, and changed just now.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Why'd ya go through all that trouble?”

“Augh!” Rarity strode across the barn, the hem of her lacy gown swishing up little bits of hay in her wake. “Why must you be so difficult? All I wanted to do is surprise you, and you're ruining everything!” Rarity glared up at the taller woman.

Applejack tilted her head towards Rarity (and tried not to look down her negligee). “I am?”

“You are! If I didn't know better, I'd say you weren't interested in me at all!”

“Hey, wait a tic. I didn't say that.” Applejack felt herself smiling. “In fact, I find this whole getup mighty interestin'. Just wasn't expectin' it, that's all.” Applejack let one hand fall to Rarity's exposed thigh, and felt her shiver at the touch.

“That's more like it.” Rarity cooed.

Applejack leaned in, brushing her lips over Rarity's.

Rarity moaned into the kiss, and hungrily went in for more. She grabbed hold of Applejack's flannel shirt, pulling the taller, stronger woman downwards. When the pair broke their kiss to breathe, Rarity couldn't help but look smug. “Now have you figured out why I'm here?”

“I'm workin' on it.” Applejack grinned, and leaned down to nibble at Rarity's soft neck. Rarity squealed delightedly, clinging hard to her lover's firm frame. She turned her chin, allowing Applejack access to just the right places. “Y'know,” Applejack nuzzled her lips upwards to whisper into Rarity's ear. “Ya don't have ta get all fancied up for me.”

“Oh, but I want to.”

“But here? Now? I ain't complainin', but...what iffin your fancy outfit gets dirty? Or tore up?”

“Then tear it.” Rarity murmured into Applejack's ear.

“Say what?”

“Rip it off of me.” Rarity rolled her hips against Applejack's denim clad thigh. “We both know I can make another one.”

“You sure?”

“Applejack, if you don't tear my clothes off right now, I...I'll...do...something.” She trailed off, her flustered condition getting the better of her typical erudition.

“Like what?” said Applejack. She smiled playfully, and traced her fingertips along the plunging neckline of Rarity's negligee.

“I'll whine.”

“Well shoot, when ya put it that way-” The farmgirl hooked her fingers into the plunging neckline of Rarity's negligee. She pulled downwards, and the thin lace ripped, barely more substantial than a spiderweb. Rarity groaned, as if the fabric itself was some part of her body. She shrugged her shoulders, and the remnants of her nightgown fell to the barn floor in a silken whisper.

Rarity shivered, feeling the warm summer air upon her naked skin. A pleasant pink flush rose on her pale cheeks, while her nipples tightened at the sudden exposure. Applejack took in the glorious sight for just a few seconds, and then pounced upon Rarity.

Each pass of those rough, calloused hands made Rarity shiver in pleasure- and soon enough, strong arms scooped her up and deposited her onto a nearby hay bale. Rarity squirmed, the rough hay poking into her back.

She opened her mouth to complain, but was cut short as Applejack moved in to really have her way with her.

With slow deliberation, Applejack took off her hat and hung it on a nearby hook. She sank downwards to her knees, and pushed Rarity's knees apart, exposing her clean-shaven pussy to the open air.

“Oh.” Rarity said. Applejack's teeth grazed the inside of her thigh. “Darling!” Rarity squeaked.

Applejack wasted little time, leaning in to kiss eagerly at Rarity's folds. She curled her tongue into the paler woman, savoring her sweet, musky taste.

Rarity tried to squirm, only to find herself held in place by rough, strong hands as Applejack lavished her with attention. Applejack lashed her tongue up and down inside Rarity- then she moved her lips upwards, nudging and sucking gently at Rarity's swelling clit. Rarity reached down and took hold of Applejack's hair, moaning in pleasure as she felt the waves of delightful pleasure wash over her with each pass of the cowgirl's tongue. Soon, every muscle in her body tensed, every nerve ending in her body flared, and every bit of pent up energy came spilling out as Rarity moaned all through her orgasm.

Applejack made a muffled sound of surprise, and then drew back from Rarity's sex with a lewd, wet 'pop!' She pulled an arm up to protect herself from one of Rarity's flailing legs, and then smiled with the contentment of knowing a job was well done.

“Y'all alright?” Applejack said, leaning over Rarity to give her a kiss on the forehead.

“Mmmh?” Rarity murmured, still shivering from her climax. “Oh. Give me just a moment to, ah...recover.” Her breasts rose and fell as she took in deep, bracing breaths. Applejack couldn't help but admire the view.

Finally, Rarity opened her eyes, staring up at the barn ceiling. “This,” she said as soon as she had the breath, “will not do.”

“Hm?”

“Look at you!” Rarity sat up, and affixed Applejack with a cross look. “Or rather, look at me. You're dressed, I'm not. I'm...sated, and you're not! Don't you see what this means?”

“Uh, no?”

“I've let you spoil me, and it's absolutely terrible!”

“It is?” Applejack scratched at her head.

“It certainly is! I got so caught up in my own pleasure...” Rarity trembled pleasantly at the recent memory, “-I completely forgot about you!”

“Aw heck, that ain't nothin'.”

“The hell it isn't! Look at you! What do you think you're doing, still dressed?” Rarity sat up suddenly. “I demand you fix that this very instant!”

“And iffin' I don't?”

“Well, I wouldn't be so crass as to overpower you, Applejack. But I was rather hoping I wouldn't have to.” Rarity fluttered her eyelashes, and Applejack suddenly found herself unbuttoning her shirt.

“I thought you'd see it my way.”

The rest of the farmgirl's clothing soon joined her shirt on the barn floor. Naked, Applejack looked just short of glorious. Years of hard work had sculpted her body to statuesqe perfection, darkened her skin to a pleasing shade of tan- and yet, Applejack held herself with a certain, irresistible tentativeness, far less confident (and far more enticing) than any boring statue. Her breasts were large, but proportionate to her tall frame, speckled with small constellations of freckles to match those on her cheeks. A small tuft of golden hair between Applejack's legs proved her to be a natural blonde.

Not that Rarity had ever doubted it.

She beckoned Applejack closer, tugging her gently down onto the makeshift bed they'd made of the hay bale. Rarity luxuriated in the feel of skin on skin, tracing the lines of Applejack's muscles with her fingertips. As if drawn there by a magnet, Rarity's hand slid down between Applejack's legs. She touched Applejack like an artist- gentle, careful, deliberate.

Applejack trembled, and Rarity smiled.

This is the best part, she thought to herself. To think, Applejack was so strong, so tough...and yet, the faintest little curl of the finger could make the cowgirl shudder in pleasure. Rarity traced her fingertips along Applejack's folds- and, unable to help herself, she pushed a gentle digit between them. Applejack grit her teeth, meeting Rarity's eyes in an expression of delighted tension.

Rarity smiled, then leaned in to nibble along Applejack's muscled shoulder, gently working her fingers in a slow rhythm between the cowgirl's legs. Applejack braced her feet on the barn floor (somehow, Rarity noted, Applejack had managed to keep her boots on) and ground her hips in time with Rarity's fingers, lewdly offering her softest, most delicate parts to Rarity.

Rarity soon sealed her lips over Applejack's, muffling the soft moans and sighs each pass of her fingers coaxed out of her. Rarity could still taste herself on Applejack's lips, which made her kiss her even harder. The kiss was enough to push Applejack over the edge; she trembled as she reached a soft, nearly delicate climax right there on the impromptu bed of hay.

Rarity finally broke the kiss, allowing Applejack to suck in a desperate gasp of air. The naked cowgirl shivered again, pulling Rarity to her like a blanket.

“Well, shoot,” Applejack panted, her cheeks pleasantly flushed. “Now you've got me all sweaty.”

“Mmmh. Don't remind me.” Rarity rested her cheek on Applejack's chest, and traced a fingertip around one of her nipples. “I just hope I didn't get too...mussed up. Don't get me wrong, I've always wanted to play out the 'ravished in the barn,' fantasy...I'm just afraid I'll be picking straw out of my hair for days.”

“You could always say it's the new fashion?”

“That'd be even worse, darling! The gold doesn't suit my complexion.”

“Funny, looks just fine ta me.”

“You're only saying that because you've ravished me.”

“So?”

“I appreciate the sentiment, dear- but this just will not do in the long run.”

“Welp, good thing there's a big ol' clawfoot 'tub back in the house. Might be a li'l tight, gettin' both of us in there...”

“Why Applejack,” Rarity feigned innocence, badly, “whatever are you suggesting?”

“I'm just sayin' we should both get cleaned up.” Applejack brought a broad hand down on Rarity's bare bottom in a playful smack. “Just might take awhile to do it, that's all.”