Exquisite Tyrant, Lovely Brute (or: On Power)
Once the lasso binding her wrists to the posts of her bed came off, Rarity languidly draped her form over Applejack's - letting her muzzle rest over AJ's barrel and her ear over the deep thrum of AJ's heart, letting her knee fill the furnace-hot hollow between her legs and simply lie there in a whisper of contact - and let out a sort of long and cathartic sigh that was almost musical in its falling tone.
Dawn and Dusk, Rarity's - their - evening had been absolutely incredible.
Her first orgasm was a long and rolling thing that slowly washed against her with every stroke of Applejack's palm and fingertips; it had grown so powerful over time that it completely swept her consciousness out to a wine-dark sea. She could almost imagine such a liquor running down her throat and intoxicating her further with each of her staccato gasps for breath and release. It would certainly explain her dizziness at the time.
The other orgasm was even better; sweeter for the pause when Applejack had (in what Rarity now had enough regained wits to consider an inspired stroke of wordplay) shoved Rarity's head roughly down to her crotch, leered, then snarled: "Yeh insult my honor - ah demand satisfaction." Rarity had begged and pleaded and whined to be spared such an indignity then - as if she could ever resist her Applejack! - kissed and suckled her until she was very satisfied indeed, before she returned the favor to Rarity tenfold.
In the end, there was no room for thought, no room for words; nothing but her nerves sent flaring to crackling life by Applejack's lips, tongue, fingers and palms. Rarity's ass, normally a white ranging to dusty blue in shadow, was a now an inflamed rosy red that shone through her fur. The brush of her own twitching tail across it after the fact was at once quite painful and extraordinarily sensuous and relaxing.
She put her arms around the broad and powerful torso of her earthpony lover in Applejack- strong, tall, and unyielding under her soft amber fur and a layer of body fat that softened her rippling muscles without obscuring them.
Then she felt Applejack trembling.
Rarity opened her eyes, fully back in the land of the awake and alert, and looked up at Applejack with eyes crinkled in concern and her lips slightly parted in a frown. She wouldn't meet Rarity's gaze; in fact, it seemed to Rarity as if she was on the verge of tears.
Rarity brushed back a stray curl of violet hair, then put that hoof to her lip in worry. "Jack, darling?" she asked. "What's wrong?"
"Nothin'," AJ said in a way that, between the compression of her nose inward, her tightly closed and downturned lips, and her averted and glistening eyes, rather managed to mean Everything!
"The Keeper of Honesty? Lying? Perish the thought," Rarity said with what she hoped was an indulgent and sympathetic smile.
Rarity offered her hand, letting it hover over the straw-blonde strands of hair on Applejack's head; she accepted by dropping her scalp back into Rarity's hoof for a good scratch behind her twitching ear.
"I know something is wrong, darling - tell me what it is," Rarity murmured. "Let me help you."
Applejack groaned, a short explosive bark of breath that propelled her back against the cool plaster of the Boutique's wall. She tilted her head into the hollow of Rarity's shoulder (carefully - minding her horn at all times), still sporting an expression that struck Rarity as - well, as hollowed.
As ashamed, and shell-shocked, and soiled.
Applejack allowed Rarity to continue her gentle ministrations, the winding of her straight hair around Rarity's hooves and the scratch of thick keratin against her scalp, and Rarity thought it helped her relax - helped her fill herself up with herself again and grow, if not happy, at least ready.
Then she spoke.
"Ah hurt you," she said. "Ah hurt you bad."
Rarity's first impulse was to say That was rather the point, darling! but she had learned long, long ago to hold her tongue. Still, she couldn't prevent the smile from spreading across her face at Applejack's words - it struck her as so innocent and charming; full of what Applejack metaphorically called 'heart' and what Rarity preferred to name 'compassion,' even if it was misplaced.
"Go on, dearest." Rarity kept gently scratching at Applejack's scalp.
"Ah hurt you," Applejack repeated. "No, mor'n that - I twisted you up. Took you and - and used you." Applejack brought her hands to her eyes and sobbed. "You were beggin' and screaming and carrying on, 'Sun in Heaven no, don't do this to me no, please Applejack no,' and ah took you hard anyway! Sheeyit, ah didn't even think once, forget twice - I was -"
There was a strangled sound from Applejack's throat as her thought died in her throat. She literally groped for the word, flexing her fingers in the air before her, if only out of nervous energy.
"Ah was a brute to you," she said. "Ah was a tyrant. You said no and I didn't take no for an answer." Applejack hung her head. "I feel lower'n dirt, lower'n a worm, Rarity."
Rarity swooped her hand down Applejack's scalp to her neck and then her shoulder, and began to undo the knots in her neck as her tension tied them. "It's hard, isn't it? Playing the villain," Rarity murmured. "Even if it was at my request."
"Even at yer request," Applejack echoed. She allowed herself a dry, humorless chuckle. "I just - I know you said it was a'ight earlier. I know that we planned this. Even so, I'm -" Applejack chuckled again, and this time the smile lingered. "- I'm wary of an arrangement where no means yes, e'en just for the night."
"As far as I'm concerned, that just means you have a functioning conscience," Rarity said, her tone matter of fact. She nuzzled Applejack's cheek with her own, then kissed it, than kissed the bridge of her nose.
Applejack presented her forehead to Rarity's muzzle for a kiss. Rarity brushed her blonde hair aside and gave it one.
Then she held her close and whispered in her ear. "Applejack." She managed to make the Earthpony's name sound like a benediction. "If you remember nothing else of this night, then remember this: not once, not once, did I say the word 'tea,' let alone 'lava.'"
Applejack leaned forward, her belly shaking with inaudible laughter at their safe-words. "I'm tryin'."
"Good. Listen." Rarity let her arm drape over Applejack's rear, one pale white arm in a sea of gold, her forehoof coming to rest below Applejack's left ; she cupped it and gently squeezed. Applejack grunted and immediately relaxed back into the unicorn's slender frame.
"Everything you did to me, you did for me." Rarity caught Applejack's gaze, staring right into her vivid, emerald - or perhaps, in her case, Pippin - eyes. "When you struck me tonight, I felt it reverberate; felt the ache, and let my nerves sing with it. When you reduced me to begging - pleading - pathetic whining to spare me your attentions, you were indulging me in a very specific fantasy."
"Which would that be?" Applejack said, her lips a flat line.
"Ravishment," Rarity said. "You overwhelmed me, overpowered me, took advantage of my helplessness - and, most importantly, you did this in the time and the manner of my choosing." Rarity sighed; even describing it conjured forth memories that she found electric.
"On the farm, we called it somethin' else," Applejack snarled. "You'll forgive me if I feel bad about takin' you by force, even if you wanted me to."
"And I thought, what with being roundly and delightfully abused, that I would be the one in tears once we were done." Rarity kissed Applejack on her forehead, then beamed down at her. "Baby. It's true, you were a brute and a tyrant - but you were my exquisite tyrant, my lovely brute, and you have no idea how grateful I am for it," Rarity said.
"I suppose you could demonstrate th' appeal," Applejack said, her smile back - and wicked.
"Aaah." Rarity twirled a strand of Applejack's hair around her forehoof - then slowly, and subtly, shifted the motion and the weight over to the ice-blue glow of her horn, twisting it with force of will alone. "You'd cast me as the evil enchantress and you as her unsuspecting victim - is that what you're proposing?"
Applejack's eyes positively twinkled. "Sugarcube," she practically sang, her accent having reached the point of both self-awareness and self-mockery, "You can cast a spell on me any day or night you want - 'cept this one, 'cause between your happy meltdown and my distraught one I managed to get awful tired."
Rarity flung a pillow limned with blue-white witchfire at her head. Then Applejack helpfully returned it, with perhaps slightly more force than was necessary.
"Feeling better?" Rarity asked.
"Ah reckon so," Applejack said, laying the pillow, then her head, down next to the lozenge diamonds emblazoned on Rarity's hip. She kissed Rarity's Mark, then threw her arm around the smaller unicorn. "I'm feelin' tired."
"Mmmn." Rarity slipped down and nestled against her like a teaspoon stacked on another. "Good night, my exquisite tyrant."
"Goodnight from your lovely brute," Applejack replied.
They slept, curled together; and neither nightmares or cold troubled them.
Author's Note
This fic was a birthmas present to a girl I met at BABScon who is Actually Just Human Applejack. She's the reason I ship Rarijack these days.
This fic is tagged Anthro not because it has to be, but because it was originally intended to be - and because On Courage has to be anthro for it's inciting incident to work. Consider it a warning to anyone who wants to collect the whole Trihorse.
