The Ol' Switcheroo!

Nestled amidst a pile of books in Golden Oak Library's top floor, Twilight Sparkle found herself having much more difficulty concentrating on her studies than she would have liked. Every time she tried to absorb the books' material, one thought filled her head. One horrible, ghastly thought. And she could not resist.

It had been two weeks since the Royal Canterlot Wedding. Not only did her trip to Equestria's capital bring about an unexpected battle with Queen Chrysalis and her Changeling brood, but something else just as unexpected, and even scarier, happened on the trip.

She had a thing for Shining Armour.

Not just a thing, but a deep, burning hunger. Try as she might, she could not keep her mind from picturing him. His big, hard body with its glorious rippling muscles. Those blue eyes of his that matched his mane perfectly. His immaculately spiraled horn. How gorgeous he looked in uniform. He was the perfect stallion, and Twilight Sparkle could not have him. And he and Princess Cadance were paying Ponyville a post-honeymoon visit tomorrow morning.

But she wanted him, even if it was just for one night. Even if—

“Hey, Twilight?”

Spike's call interrupted a vivid fantasy of Shining Armour stroking Twilight's mane and gently nibbling on her left ear. “What is it?” she said with more hostility than she meant. She looked up to see Spike standing a few feet from her makeshift book fort and pressing his index claws together above his chest.

Spike pawed at the floor. “It's just that you've been up there ever since we got back from Canterlot. Like, I know you enjoy studying and all, but it's getting weird...”

I've been trying to figure out a way to have Shining Armour rut me senseless with that enormous cock of his, Twilight thought. “It's just that there's this spell I'm trying to find, but I've had no luck.”

“Maybe I can help?” Spike took a couple steps forward.

Twilight shook her head. “I don't know exactly what I'm looking for.”

“What are you trying to do with magic? I mean, you can do almost anything already.”

Twilight sighed and closed her book. “Never mind. Just never mind.”

Spike stepped forward again, more confidently this time. “Okay, that's it. You need to go out and get some fresh air.”

“Sure, I'll—” Twilight's nethers twitched “—study outside.”

Spike's palm met his forehead with a loud clap. “Ugh. I meant go outside and talk to your friends.”

“I guess a change is as good as a rest, and Sweet Apple Acres is really nice this time of year...” Twilight noticed the smile spreading over Spike's face. “I'll take...” She grabbed a promising-looking book. “This one. Just this one. Just in case.”

Spike glowered at her, rolled his eyes, spun on his heel, and stomped away.

Let him vent, Twilight told herself. I'm gonna find a way to make this work. I've got to. My time's running out. She placed the book on her back and trotted down the stairs. She left the library for the first time since her return. The fresh air was already doing wonders for her brain. What was once a quagmire of dull, buzzing notions was once again teeming with ideas and problem solving skills.

Twilight set a brisk pace for Sweet Apple Acres. She did not know why, but with every step she took, she knew more and more that this was the place she needed to be. Somewhere in the middle of the orchard, I think.

Before long, she had arrived. Instead of entering the normal way like she always did, Twilight hopped the fence in an arbitrary place and began weaving through the trees. Did I really just do that? Wow, Twilight, you really aren't yourself. If I don't feel him all the way inside me soon, who knows what I'll become?

Her eyes glazed over as her favourite thought entered her mind: Just how big was her brother's stallionhood? She had naturally seen it plenty of times growing up, though she had never had the privilege of viewing it at full mast; Shining Armour had to be the most careful clopper in Equestria. It looked normal enough when flaccid and in its sheath, but Twilight knew that did not mean much, if anything at all.

After intensive study on the subject, Twilight learned that a stallion's flaccid size had almost no bearing on his erect size. A pony's member could grow to many times its dormant state when aroused or only slightly increase in size. She had caught the odd glimpse of his black and pink spotted member while it was semi-hard. Based on that and her guesstimates, it looked like it might be quite a bit thicker than average, and sixteen, maybe seventeen inches long—a good few inches beyond the norm.

The thought of it alone made her marehood quiver and drool. It put the rather large toy Princess Celestia had given her for her eighteenth birthday that she kept under the bed to shame. A horse cock that large would fill her completely and make her the luckiest mare alive. And she had seen him training for his Royal Guard duties countless times. His strength, speed, and stamina promised that he could give it to her, and give it to her good.

I wish I didn't keep hearing Cadance's screams from the consummation ringing in my head every time I think about this, Twilight thought bitterly. She nearly walked smack-dab into an apple tree. I was five towers away from them. Five. And I still heard her. And she's quite a bit larger than me. My brother must be absolutely enormous.

Once again picking an arbitrary spot, Twilight came to a stop and curled up underneath a tree. She plucked an apple from its branches and munched on it as she leafed through the book. Its cover read, Malefic, Malicious, Maddening, & Miraculous Mind Manipulation Magics. Most of the spells within its pages looked quite mundane to her; they generally just made the victim have minor hallucinations or other such nonsense. Pinkie Pie would probably make heavy use of these more harmless spells if she was a Unicorn.

The “Want It, Need It” spell was listed, but she already knew that one. It's like Shining Armour somehow cast that on his gigantic, veiny cock, and now I'm infected. Twilight kept reading to no avail. Her desperation grew as she neared the end of the book. There were plenty of powerful spells toward the end, but none would be able to get her laid. After what had happened with Queen Chrysalis, simple mind control would never work on Shining Armour. Plus, she would never resort to the same tricks some skanky bug succubus used, anyway.

“Hey, Twi, whatcha readin'?”

Twilight sprung up. She did not notice Applejack's approach, but there she was, standing a few feet away. “Uh, just looking up some spells.”

“What kinda spells?”

“N-nothing.” Twilight finished her apple and tried to think of a place to hide the book, but there were none.

“C'mon, Twilight,” said Applejack, leaping forward and pinning the book on the ground with her forehooves. “You've been studyin' ever since we got back. I've seen ya like this before. Something's eatin' ya.”

Yeah, but I wish somepony was eating me out, Twilight thought. “It's—”

“Twi, are ya lookin' up mind control magic?”

“No.”

“Then why are ya readin' a book about mind control magic?”

Twilight sighed. There was no avoiding it now. She thought, I didn't know she could read, but said, “I'm... I'm trying to get something. Not with mind control magic, but with... I dunno.”

Applejack sat down in front of her. Her forehooves still rested firmly on the book. “Twilight. You've gotta tell me.”

“No way,” said Twilight.

“Twilight...” Applejack leaned in closer. “Somethin's the matter, and I ain't lettin' ya leave until ya fess up.”

“Uh...” Twilight scratched the back of her neck and bit her lip. “Spike has a crush on Rarity!”

Applejack snorted. “I knew that. Everypony knew that, except for Rarity, bless her naive little head.”

“Princess Celestia secretly hates tea and only pretends to like it to keep up appearances?”

“Everypony knows that now, too,” said Applejack with a sigh. “Look, I'm the Element of Honesty. I can tell when somepony's lying. Spill the apple seeds, already.”

I wish my brother would spill his horse seeds all over my face. Twilight shivered. “Do—do you promise not to tell anypony?”

“I promise.” Applejack raised a forehoof, made a circling motion, then placed it over her eye. “I'll even Pinkie Promise if that makes ya feel better.”

“Fine, I'll tell you.” Twilight looked around nervously, just to make sure nopony was watching. “I...” She leaned closer and lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper. “I have a thing for... Shining Armour.”

A wry grin spread across Applejack's muzzle. “No kiddin', huh?” She mimicked Twilight's suspicious glance. “I have a little secret of my own. I'm willin' to tell ya, considering...”

Twilight noticed Applejack shifting uncomfortably. Could it be? Could it really...?

“Well, uh... as you've noticed, this is a good place to be alone, to think about... uh... stuff,” Applejack whispered. “Well, see, I was out here because... I have a thing for... Big McIntosh.”

Twilight's jaw hit the ground. “No way!”

Applejack pulled her hat down and nodded with shame. “Eeyup. Ever since we got back from yer brother's weddin', I couldn't get him outta my head. I don't get it. I mean, I've been around him all my life and never felt this way until now. But lately, all I can think about is his ginormous serving of meat.”

“You've seen it?” said a giggling Twilight.

“Oh, yeah,” said Applejack wistfully. “Plenty of times. I mean, we are siblings, after all.”

Twilight shook her head. I've gotta know... “No, I mean... have you seen him ready for some action?”

Applejack wiped a strand of drool from her muzzle. “Eeyup. He's huge. I reckon he could almost split me in two with that there monster of his. I mean really. It ain't natural, I tells ya.”

“I bet my brother's bigger than your brother,” said Twilight.

“Hah! Now that's a good one, Twi! They don't call him 'Big' Mac for nothin'!”

Twilight held up a foreleg. “Just how big are we talking, here? I haven't seen Shiny at his peak, but from my estimations, he's at least as thick as my foreleg, and is at least sixteen inches long.” She smiled proudly. “Puts the average stallion to shame, really.”

Applejack smirked. “Is that it? Big Mac's thicker than that, and I reckon he's a good foot and a half.”

Twilight whistled. “Wow. So they're comparable.”

Both incredibly randy mares sighed.

“Well, it's all pointless, anyway,” said Applejack. “You know the rules and so do I.”

Twilight raised her hackles. “A full ponytration's what I'm thinking of, but...”

“I don't want it from any other guy.”

“I want my brother,” said both mares.

“And that's why—?” Applejack began.

“—I'm looking up mind magic,” Twilight finished.

Applejack gave a wistful sigh and cast her eyes downward. They met the open book. “Hey... what's this?”

Twilight, who had taken up staring past Applejack into the distance, did not bother to look at her. “What's what?”

“This here spell.” Applejack sprang up and jabbed the top left hand corner of the page with a forehoof. “Look here. 'Mind Swapping Magic.'”

Twilight gasped and skimmed the page. “Oh, Applejack, you're a genius!”

Applejack hopped back and forth, playfully kicking her legs. “We can trade minds! Wait... I really, really, really wanna get rutted good by Big McIntosh, but I don't think I'd wanna be you forever.”

“Nor I you.” Twilight looked at all the apple trees and shuddered. Kicking those things until I'm an old nag? No thanks.

Applejack looked like a balloon that had just had the air let out of it. “Back to square one, I guess.”

Twilight flipped a couple of pages. “Hold on. Hold on! It says here that there are non-permanent versions of the spell. I can cast it so it'll only be a day or so. That's plenty of time for us to get some of the good stuff.”

Applejack sat on her haunches and gazed at Twilight. “Yer absolutely sure this'll work?”

“Of course I am.” Twilight was already sizing up Applejack's firm, toned body. She winked at her. “Trust me. And I happen to know a few things about Shining Armour that'll make him see past his marriage. Once I've got him alone, I'll make him mine. I trust you can do the same with Big Mac.”

“Right, but let's just clear one thing up first.” Applejack pointed at Twilight. “I'll be in there,” she pointed back to herself, “and you'll be in here. That means yer brother's... err... 'equipment' is gonna be jammed up in this here flank o' mine. And my brother's huge, hard, enormous pole's gonna be rippin' ya in half. Are ya sure you want to put yer body through that? I'll be feelin' it during the deed, but you'll be the pony walkin' funny for the rest of yer life.”

Twilight flashed a devilish smile. “Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you, considering my Shining Armour has an exemplary member between his legs.”

A growl came from Applejack as she moved her head right in front of Twilight's. “Oh, yeah? I've got good, strong muscles down there. Besides, Big Mac is bigger!”

“Is not!”

“Is, too!”

Twilight leaned back and breathed deeply. “Okay, fine. Let's find out, shall we?”

Applejack held out a forehoof. “Wanna make a wager of it?”

“A bet I'm guaranteed to win? How could I say no?”

“Fine, if yer so sure of yerself...” Applejack rubbed her forehooves together. “If I win, you'll have to do my entire share of next Applebuck Season's work without magic.”

“Deal.”

“While wearin' a maid outfit.”

Twilight snorted. “I didn't know you felt this way about me.”

Applejack shrugged. “What can I say? I've always had a thing for brainy types, and I want something nice to look at while I sip my apple juice.”

“If I win, then you have to dress up as Shining Armour, sneak into my bedroom, and do me with a strap-on I'm gonna get custom made by Rarity after this is done. Every night. For the next month.”

“Two weeks.”

“Three!”

Applejack spat into her forehoof. “Done.”

Twilight mimicked her, and they hoofbumped.

“Now, do the spell.” Applejack backed off, and Twilight took a few minutes to memorize the procedure.

Twilight closed her eyes and ignited her horn. “Okay, don't move,” she said as magenta light enveloped both mares' heads. The beam wavered and pulsed, growing brighter by the second. A large, pink blob seeped from each of their heads. An odd sensation came over Twilight—she temporarily had no feeling in her body.

And then she felt normal again, or at least close to normal. She blinked. Staring her in the face was herself. Her muscles, specifically around the hindquarters, felt much larger and stronger, and she had lost all feeling where her horn should have been. She was Applejack, and Applejack was her.

“Whoo, whee, I feel funny,” said Applejack. It was so weird to see herself speaking and hear Applejack's vernacular coming out of her mouth.

Twilight cleared her throat. “Ah reckon we need ter get used ter our new bodahs.”

Applejack sat on her flank and folded her forelegs. “I do not sound like that!”

Twilight giggled. “I know, but you—ya looked pretty mad. I mean a mite mad.”

“Very funny.” Applejack growled. “So, what's the plan?” She screwed up her face and held her cheeks in her forehooves. “Clock. Is. Ticking!”

Twilight sighed and rolled her eyes. She approached Applejack and was surprised by the feel of her new body. The added muscle made her a lot heavier than she was used to, but the strength from those muscles more than made up for it. She did not realize a mare could have such a hard body, except maybe for Princess Celestia.

When she began to get over the new sensations, she looked more closely at her old body. It was more petite and smooth than Applejack's, but it had fine curves all the same. She did not really think about how cute she looked when she saw herself in the mirror. Now I know why Applejack wanted to see me in a maid outfit...

Twilight cleared her throat loudly as her new nethers grew warm and moist. She concentrated on making her voice sound like Applejack's. She was partially successful. “I think we need some time to get used to our bodies. You have to get used to wielding some powerful Unicorn magic, and I—”

“—Have to get used to bein' big and strong!”

“Work on gettin' rid of that there drawl of yers, AJ,” said Twilight. “Finish yer words.”

Applejack pawed at the ground. “I'm trying.”

“Much better!” Twilight clapped her forehooves.

“So, does your magic work like... this?” Applejack's face scrunched and her horn lit up.

Twilight's face went red as a magical disembodied forehoof teased her maregina. “Hey!”

Applejack giggled. “Nothing to it!”

Twilight's sturdy legs wobbled beneath her. Applejack knew her old body inside and out, and she was already teasing Twilight's g-spot. “J-just don't t-try any—aah!—advanced s-spells. Ooh!”

Applejack smiled coyly at her. “Wasn't planning on it. I reckon—I figure—that this is the best way we can get used to our bodies.” She winked and used her magic to rub Twilight's g-spot.

Twilight whinnied and leapt forward with strength and speed that caught her by surprise. She was on top of Applejack, kissing her passionately on the mouth. The smell of books was one thing, but when it was on another mare, it drove her wild. Her tongue entered Applejack's mouth and madly thrashed around.

Applejack's tongue soon answered, and Twilight felt a pair of hooves stroking her athletic body. Two can play at this game. Twilight slid a forehoof down their bodies and into Applejack's pussy. It was incredibly tight. She was satisfied to hear her partner moan as she eased her hoof deeper into her snatch. It did not take her long to locate her g-spot, and she began pleasuring it with a vengeance.

Each mare ground her hips on the hoof—magical or otherwise—rubbing them in the foal garden. Lost in the throes of passion, Twilight could not exert much control of her tongue as it explored her former mouth. She was not overly bothered by her lack of technique, however, as Applejack was not faring much better.

Twilight's nerve endings flared with pleasure, rocking her body with bliss with each rub from Applejack's magic. Twilight kept up what she was doing; the amount of filly fluid Applejack's marehood was producing was all the proof she needed that she was doing a good job of getting her partner off.

A particularly powerful portion of pure pony pleasure plumed inside Twilight's depths. She broke the kiss, and both mares loosed a loud whinny. She popped her forehoof out of Applejack's wonderfully tight snatch at the same time as Applejack finally ended her spell. Neither of them had reached their climaxes yet, but Twilight's nethers still burned with pleasure, and she assumed the same was true for Applejack.

Twilight looked into Applejack's flushed face. She bit her lower lip, and Twilight blushed. I had no idea I could be so sexy, she thought as Applejack ran her forehooves up and down Twilight's belly. “How about a little contest?” she purred.

Applejack cocked an eyebrow. “Another one?”

“Well, you are a pretty competitive pony. I need to learn to play the part convincingly.”

Applejack took Twilight's pussy juice-soaked forehoof in hers and started licking. “What've you got in mind?” she asked between licks.

Curious, Twilight took a few licks herself. Amazing. “I was thinking maybe a scissoring contest. First to cum loses.”

Applejack narrowed her eyes. “The stakes?”

Twilight pointed down to their tingling pussies with her free hoof. “Loser eats out the winner until she finishes.”

“Wait a second,” said Applejack. “How do you know about scissoring? I always took you for the sweet, innocent kinda filly.”

“I read about it in a book.”

Applejack arched an eyebrow. “You read those types of books?”

Twilight blushed. “Princess Celestia accidentally gave it to me a couple years ago... though the way she smiled at me for a few days after I'd gotten it leads me to believe it wasn't an accident after all...”

“Typical. You're on!” Applejack gave the forehoof a final lick, fully cleaning it of fluids, and propped herself up.

“Good luck, sugarcube,” Twilight said, copying her position.

Applejack brought her marehood to Twilight's, and their pussy lips kissed. Twilight exhaled deeply as the sensation shot through her. They began to rub against each other, grinding their hips in time with each other.

Applejack tossed her head back and snorted. She pushed forward, and Twilight fell flat on her back. Twilight giggled and moaned at the same time, noting how hot it was for her, the big and strong Earth Pony, to be below the less physically powerful Unicorn. She felt up Applejack's flank, signaling her to continue.

Applejack nuzzled her snout against Twilight's and started humping harder. Twilight was so turned on, she was surprised she did not cum on the spot. It usually took her much longer than this to arrive at her orgasm when she diddled herself—with magic or a plot device—and she fought to keep control.

Twilight moaned again, much louder this time, and Applejack took the hint. She humped harder and faster while Twilight squeezed her flank. It was not nearly as firm as hers, but it was generous, supple, and shapely all the same. Twilight gasped. She was about to cum, and Applejack showed no signs of wavering or slowing down. No! I can't lose!

In a panic, Twilight spanked Applejack as hard as she could, which was considerable. The thwack echoed through the orchard, driving a few dozen birds from the surrounding trees. Applejack stopped for a moment, and it was all Twilight needed. She kissed every part of Applejack she could find: her muzzle, her neck, her shoulder, and tackled her to the ground.

She easily overpowered Applejack, and lay on top, her breathing ragged. Twilight licked her lips and humped with abandon. She was grateful for her super strong hindquarters; her movements were powerful and precise. Applejack could do nothing other than moan with her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

Disregarding how close she was to cumming, Twilight drove Applejack into the ground as hard and fast as her awe-inspiring hips would allow. Applejack snorted and bucked underneath Twilight and started groping and squeezing her flank while giving it light spankings.

Twilight loved every second of it. The feeling of Applejack's hooves bouncing off her rock-hard horse ass was incredible. Applejack must be getting close. Just another minute or two, and— Twilight gasped. Applejack abandoned her frisky, flirtatious filly flank fondling and wrapped her forehooves behind Twilight's head. She pulled her in and kissed her deeply.

Applejack's tongue entered Twilight's mouth slowly and lapped at Twilight's tongue. She did the same, closing her eyes and basking in the unbridled passion of their slow kiss. Then she realized why Applejack had done this. That sneaky little whorse!

Her eyes snapped open to see Applejack's horn aglow with magic. A magical dildo at least a foot long had appeared inside her love tunnel and it wasted no time in thrusting in tandem with Applejack's hips. Twilight moaned, broke their kiss, and reached for Applejack's horn, but Applejack snatched the Stetson hat off Twilight's head and jammed it over top of the horn.

“Sorry, but you belong on the bottom!” Applejack exploited Twilight's momentary weakness and rolled sideways while still maintaining their scissoring. She wound up on top of Twilight and started pile-driving her into the dirt. “Yeah, yeah! You like that, don't you, you dirty filly!”

Twilight moaned in assent.

“Say it!”

Twilight moaned again.

“Say it!” Applejack thrust harder and faster. There was no rhythm or method to it anymore; she was probably as close as Twilight. “Say it, you filthy, sexy farmer, you!”

“YES!” Twilight shouted before an involuntary whinny drowned it out. “I—I love bein' filed on the bottom shelf!”

Applejack leaned in and bit down on Twilight's ear. She gave a final thrust and sent Twilight over the edge. She cried out as her horsegasm hit her full force, and her pussy clamped down on the magic toy hard. She writhed under her lover as the sheer amount of pleasure shooting from her maregina straight to her brain overrode all else. Her eyes rolled madly in her head as pulse after pulse of ecstasy shook her.

Eventually, Twilight came down from her climax and went limp beneath Applejack. She stared into her beautiful violet eyes and blushed. “You win... I'm not even mad that you cheated.”

Applejack rolled off her and lay on her back, legs spread-eagled. “'Filed on the bottom shelf'? Really?” She snickered and panted at the same time.

Twilight's cheeks went rosy. “Sorry. Heat of the moment thing.”

“Speaking of heat, you've got a job to do.” Applejack patted her very wet pussy and gave it a quick swirl with her forehoof. “Soup's on, everypony!”

Twilight, still high from the afterglow of such an amazing climax, snorted. “That should be my line, at least until tomorrow night.”

“All the same, you owe me some cunning linguine.”

Twilight facehoofed. “That's cunnilingus.”

“Whatever. Get to eatin'!”

With a grunt, Twilight pushed Applejack's hind legs back with her forehooves and dove right in. The copious amount of natural mare lube allowed her to bury her muzzle in as far as it would go. A forehoof on the back of her head instructed her to start licking. Even though she spent most of her time in the library, Applejack's insides smelled nothing like it; the strong aromas of tang and tuna flooded Twilight's nostrils.

Twilight thrust her tongue in as far as it would go and lapped up Applejack's tasty pony love juices. Judging by the erratic clenching and unclenching of her partner's depths, Twilight would not need too long to make her cum.

She licked every bit of Applejack she could, wriggling her muzzle around as she did so. Applejack wrapped her hind legs around Twilight's back, and Twilight began pleasuring herself with her now free forehooves.

Although she was still cooling down from her climax, the dull waves of pleasure she received from maresturbating still felt good as she continued to sip from the glass of fine wine that was Applejack's cunny. She felt deep shudders running through Applejack's body. She gave the bottom of her lover's sex passage one long, slow lick while nuzzling the top.

“Ooh! Ooh! Twilight! I'm gonna! I'm—” Applejack placed her other forehoof on Twilight's head, whinnied loudly, and bucked her hips against Twilight, cumming hard. She ground Twilight's head into her pussy as she clenched her muzzle.

Twilight eagerly lapped up the fresh filly fertility fluids like Winona drinking water from her bowl on a hot summer's day. Her tongue was sore by the time Applejack's horsegasm was finally spent. She released Twilight from her nethers and leaned against an apple tree.

“Whew! I'm spent.” Twilight flopped down on her back, panting. “I—you taste great.”

“Me, too,” said Applejack, putting the hat back on Twilight's head. “You're not so bad for a book nerd.”

“It's gettin' late.”

“Sure is. I'd better get back to the barn.”

Twilight sat up and looked Applejack in the eye. “I'd better get back to the barn. You've gotta go back to the library.”

Applejack clapped her forehead with a hoof. “Oh, right!”

“We've gotta figure out how we can go about gettin' our brothers alone.” She stroked her muzzle. “I've got it! You take Shining Armour for a visit to the farm, away from Cadance. Just brother and sister, havin' a nice country stroll. You lure him into the barn, where I'll be waitin'.”

“And I can find Big McIntosh while he's out in the fields! Nopony will see us there.” A frown crept across her muzzle. “Wait a second... what about Apple Bloom and Granny?”

“I'll tell them they need to to... uh... stay out while I'm, um... cleanin'! That's it. Cleanin'. Lotsa heavy objects bein' moved. Wouldn't want 'em to get hurt.” Twilight winked. “Which isn't too big of a lie, considerin' what I'll be doin' with Shiny!”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Let's just say it'll be a very good thing that Big Mac and I will be deep inside the orchard.”

Twilight stood, and Applejack mimicked her. “Just remember the contest. And no cheatin'!”

“I'm the Element of Honesty! Just because I'm in a different body...”

“That didn't stop you before!”

“I don't hear you complaining.”

“Fine.” Twilight swept in and gave her one last peck on the muzzle. “And I won't need to cheat. What say we meet at the library this time tomorrow?”

“Deal.” Applejack sealed their pact with another kiss.