Author's Note

Continuation of Summer at the Farm, Chapter 18

Finally a Rarijack sex scene by me ^^ And it happens in a shower. The only thing to ask more would be a hot picture, but that might be against the rules of the site....

Hope you'll enjoy it ^^

Warning, contains elements of sexual domination (probably not much, but I prefer warn nonetheless.)

Shower time between a Baroness and a Farmer

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"Applejack, Darling! When I say it's ok, I mean it." Rarity said with conviction. "Beside, I like that impulsive side of your personality." She added with a wink as Applejack smiled to her.

"Ya're incredible for puttin' up with me like that." Applejack said slowly as she leaned in for a kiss, only to be stopped again by Rarity's finger. "What?"

"As enticing as kissing you sounds, you still got sand on your...everywhere!" Rarity said as she shook her head.

"Well, Ah guess ya're right." Applejack chuckled. "Ah looked like Ah've been through a desert storm!"

After a few seconds of thinking, Applejack's eyes lit up with a malicious glint. She grabbed Rarity's hand and pulled her inside the bathroom.

"Applejack dear, what are you doing?" Rarity asked in confusion as Applejack kicked the shower stall's door open.

"Ah got sand in ma hair," Applejack explained as she pulled Rarity inside the stall with her. "Ah need yer help to get rid of it." She added as she turned the hot water tap.

"I'm not getting near water with my clothes on, Darling," Rarity stated slowly while taking a step outside the stall.

"Who in tarnation said ya would?" Applejack asked with a knowing smile before facing Rarity.

Applejack blew a little on her right fingertips before grabbing the top of Rarity's blouse. In one swift movement from up to down, she snapped it open, catching the sight of Rarity's lacy white bra. The seamstress's eyes went wide in shock.

"APPLEJACK! Do you have any idea how expensive that ..." Rarity started yelling as she looked down at her blouse."....You....didn't even rip the buttons..." she said in amazement.

"There's a lot more that Ah can do with these fellas," Applejack said seductively as she moved her fingers in front of Rarity's eyes.

"Oh really! Why don't you show me then?" Rarity replied in sultry tone.

Applejack took a few steps back to position herself under the water-jet. Soon after, a wet white sports bra and some soaked orange shorts were thrown at Rarity's feet. Applejack signaled Rarity to come and join her with her forefinger. Rarity, blushing intensely, quickly let her blouse fall on the ground, before taking swiftly her shoes, trousers and socks off. She tiptoed inside the shower stall, closing the door behind her. A few seconds later, a pair of white lacy undergarments were tossed above the stall's door, quickly followed by a loud pleased moan.

"OH, MY STAR!"

Rarity had all but shrieked in pleasure after Applejack's right hand grazed her innertighs while her other hand was carressing its way up to Rarity’s already hard, left nipple. As her lover shivered under her touch and bit her lower lip to stop herself from screaming again, Applejack couldn’t refrain her chuckle.

“Ah didn’t know Ah was that good,” Applejack whispered playfully before gently nuzzling Rarity’s cheek

It took her a few seconds to collect her thoughts, but Rarity managed to throw a brief glare at her lover as the water jet undid her coiffure. Applejack’s chuckles died in her throat at that sight.

It wasn’t Rarity’s glare that had intimidated her, or anything similar. Applejack was just shocked by how the wet, purple locks of hair hugged the snow-white skin of the perfect face of her blue-eyed lover. Since Rarity had closed her eyes when she went under the shower jet, her light blue, eye shadow and mascara had been washed away by the clear water. Of her usual make-up, only her deep red lipstick had held on against the water.

Applejack saw those perfect, plump, crimson lips moved as their owner talked to her. She only caught the beginning of Rarity’s sentence, something about not going for the main dish right away or something like that. It didn’t matter because Applejack’s mind had shut down everything that wasn’t connected to being entranced by the luscious lips movements, the delicate, pink tongue that moved in tandem with them, or the pearl white teeth that those movements revealed to her.

Gulping slowly, Applejack’s gaze went down before it rested on Rarity’s desirable breasts, not realizing that her hands fell along her own body. The Titanian’s breasts were smaller than her own, not by much, but still smaller. Her pink nipples stood proudly in the center of a matching, tiny, circular areola on top of the incredibly, perky, white mounds whereas Applejack’s were flat and randomly stood in the elliptic, dark areola of her slightly saggier breasts.

Her eyes kept going down, noticing that Rarity’s figure narrowed between her ribs and her pelvis, giving it that delicate, hourglass shape that Applejack had always envied from her friends. Even before she decided to work out, or before her breasts started to develop, Applejack had always had a more square-ish figure, making her look more like a boy instead of a girl when she was younger.

The green orbs followed the droplets of water that coursed along Rarity’s flat belly before they rolled against her endearing lower curves. When her eyes wandered past the trimmed, purple bush just above a tiny bud that matched the idea that Applejack had of the most precious pearl in the world. Once again, the polar opposite of Applejack, whose belly was chiseled by well defined abs that merged into a toned pelvis before meeting the wild, blond bush that covered most of her private area.

Despite feeling more and more self-conscious about her own appearance compared to Rarity’s flawless one, Applejack lowered her gaze to bask it in the glorious sight of Rarity’s pretty legs. One more time, the contrast between the two of them was obvious as black ink on a white sheet of paper: Rarity’s thighs looked delicate, smooth, and so gracile compared to the blonde’s thicker, more muscular and harder-looking legs.

After looking at her legs, Applejack looked up to meet Rarity’s blue eyes, only to be entranced for what seemed to be the fifth time since she had invited the baroness in her shower by one of said baroness’ feature. The blonde farmer lost herself into the gleaming sapphires while their owner was still going on about how important foreplay was and that one shouldn’t skip them for it ruined the pleasure of the act of lovemaking.

“Ya’re so beautiful, Rarity,” Applejack whispered softly, interrupting Rarity’s speech before the seamstress’ cheeks took the same shade of red as her lips.

Applejack couldn’t lie: Rarity was beautiful, but even saying it didn’t sit well with the blonde. It wasn’t enough for her to describe the woman she loved. Applejack knew that Rarity was simply more than that in her eyes, but she wasn’t a woman of words so she knew she could never manage to properly say how beautiful Rarity was. Still, Applejack wanted to let the purple-haired noble know what she felt: How she felt that Rarity was Beauty incarnate.

“You’re beautiful tomgffhdhdh…”

Applejack wasn’t a woman of words, but her actions had always spoken volumes more than her words ever had. She would show Rarity how much of a beauty she was in her own way. Though like in every tale, Beauty wasn’t really prepared for the Beast’s rough way of things.

Rarity had no idea what snapped in Applejack’s mind before the blonde pressed her whole, strong body against hers, the farmer’s lips finding her red ones instantly after, but she couldn’t voice any protest about it. Not that she wanted to protest, but the sudden change in her lover’s behavior had sparked a few questions in her head.

Rarity’s questions promptly left her mind when her bare back got acquainted with the cold, tiles of the shower wall. If Applejack’s tongue hadn’t been keeping hers busy, she would have yelped in slight discomfort. She tried to gently push Applejack away from her, not because she wanted her to stop kissing her, but simply to not be pressed against the wall anymore.

Applejack ignored her attempts at pushing her off while they both fervently kissed each other with a passion that tried to be as burning as the sun itself. When Rarity tried to be more forceful, Applejack broke the kiss and took a step back from Rarity who then started to retake her breath through heavy gasps of air. Before she could thank Applejack, the blonde secured both lithe wrists of her lover in her left hand and raised them above Rarity’s head, and then went back to pressing her against the wall.

“A...Applej-jack, it’s co….” Rarity whimpered softly before moaning in pleasure when her blonde’s lips slammed against the crook of her neck. “...OH GODS!!” she shouted as the farmer started to nibble her flesh, gently at first, but they got more aggressive and ached more every seconds. “...K-keep doing that, Darling...” Rarity panted, her voice dripping with arousal.

Even without Rarity’s approval, Applejack would have continued, but the seamstress’ satisfied moans did wonders on the blonde’s ego. Despite her total lack of experience in the art of banging, as her Guard Friend would call it, Applejack felt she was going in the right direction.

Slowly, she peppered her way down Rarity’s collarbone with sharp love bites, before she reached the area just above the perfect mounds of her lover. With her left hand holding Rarity’s high above the seamstress’ head, and her being around six inches taller, Applejack couldn’t lower her head in a comfortable manner to get a taste of Rarity’s enticing breasts.

“If you’d let go of me that would be much easier,” Rarity let out in a sing-song voice that still sounded like a moan in Applejack’s ears. “I’ll be sure to let you feel my greatest appreciation for letting me free,” she purred sensually, her blue eyes burning with desire as she wiggled her wrists in Applejack’s strong grip.

Applejack glanced at her lover briefly before leaning in so that shared a tender kiss. It was sweet and soft compared to all the earlier mouth-play from her rough farmer that Rarity couldn’t stop herself from giggling a little bit. Though her giggles were cut short when Applejack’s free hand granted her behind a very firm caress.

“Yer offer is mighty interestin’,” Applejack admitted as Rarity sighed in pleasure while her right hand got acquainted with the soft rear of her lover. “But Ah got another idea…”

“Hmmm… What idea, dear?” Rarity asked in a blissful purr, feeling the blonde’s right forearm passing under her buttcheeks.

“If ya can’t reach it, ya just bring it to yer level,” Applejack playfully stated before she raised her right arm.

Rarity let out a small squeak of surprise when she felt her feet leaving the bottom of the shower stall as easily as with a Titanian levitation field. Applejack raised her right arm up to her midriff before leaning her hand on the wall for support. The blonde licked her lips like a predator that had just cornered its prey as her lover’s chest was now right to her eye-level.

“Oh, my…” Rarity let out, awed by Applejack casually carrying her with one arm.

Applejack snickered before pressing her lips on Rarity’s left breast. It was as soft and smooth as the rest of Rarity’s skin. It was like the baroness’ skin was made of velvet, and Applejack couldn’t get enough of it. Barely paying any attention to Rarity’s exhilarated moans, Applejack peppered the left mound of flesh with kisses that turned into slow licks after a few minutes.

“...Yes.. Yes…” Rarity whispered in pleasure, her eyes barely open as she looked down at the mass of wet, blond hair that hid the face of her lover. I would give all that I have to pass my fingers in those golden locks right now! She thought needily as Applejack’s grip on her wrists didn’t diminish despite the strong blonde attending to her chest.

Her thoughts of getting out of Applejack’s grip disappeared when her lover’s tongue snaked around her nipple. Her whole spine was coursed by shivers of excitement as her sensitive bud was flicked by Applejack’s tongue or pinched by her lips. Excitement that had found its way between her legs as Rarity felt something dripping from there, and with Applejack between her and the shower jet, she doubted it was water.

“A...Applejack,” Rarity called in a moaned whisper. “Applejack, go lower,” she pleaded but Applejack simply ignored her. “...Darling… I need you… I need you lower,” Rarity whimpered softly, causing Applejack to pull her mouth away from her breast.

The emerald green met the sapphire blue for a brief moment, a hopeful glint the later while the former glowed with mischief, something that Rarity hadn’t witnessed before today in her lover’s eyes.

“Hmmmmm...NAH!” Applejack let out with an evil smirk before tending to Rarity’s other breast.

While the feeling of Applejack’s tongue, lips and teeth on her right bosom was similar to a gift from the whole Equestrian Pantheon, Rarity couldn’t bare the itch that ravaged her insides. Even Applejack sinking her teeth in her nipple, which caused the seamstress to holler in satisfaction, couldn’t satisfy her need to be tended down below.

“Ap-ApplejaaaaaaAAAACKKK!!!!!” Rarity shouted in pain and pleasure, a lot more of the later though, when Applejack held her nipple between her teeth, and pulled with vigor. “.......... Y-You’re mean!!!” she whimpered after her lover let go of her breast, small tears appearing in her eyes.

“And ya’re likin’ it from what Ah can feel drip on ma arm,” Applejack retorted with a chuckle, earning a mad blush from her lover.

“Then, could you take care of the source of this … urgh...Dripping problem of mine?” Rarity asked in embarrassment before looking up to her forearms still in Applejack’s strong hand. The blonde merely shook her head. “..... Come on, I need it!” Rarity pleaded in a shaking tone.

“Nah-ah!” Applejack let out matter-of-factly, causing Rarity to blush in anger now.

“As Baroness of Northern Canterlot, I’m ordering you to please my… womanhood!” Rarity used her commanding voice that always managed to work on Applejack since that incident at with Caesar Laurel and his goons, even if she did fluster at that last word.

“Ya ain’t exactly in position to order me around, Rarity,” Applejack commented sardonically, looking up to Rarity’s face as the seamstress was sitting stark naked on the blonde’s arm, her legs hanging from each side of the farmer’s torso, and her arms held above her head. “Even if ya sound, and look very attractive while doin’ it!”

Rarity’s flush somehow deepened when she realized how exposed she was for her lover, though she suspected the compliment might have some influence on her cheeks’ color as well. The seamstress directed her gaze into her lover’s emeralds, only this time, the commanding glint was absent. The want and need were still present in Rarity’s sapphire-colored eyes, that much Applejack could see, even if they were ten times more obvious in her pale lover’s eyes. Yet Applejack also something in them that wasn’t there until now. Something that stirred something deep inside her and that aroused a lot more than she ever thought it would.

“....Please… I need it…. Please,” Rarity whispered in a desperate, submissive tone while closing her eyes, and hanging her head low.

Rarity felt Applejack’s grip on her wrists loosened up a little before she shivered because of her lover’s breath on her right ear.

“Can’t ear ya, Sugarcube.” Applejack purred before blowing gently in Rarity’s neck.

“P...Ple..PLEASE!” Rarity nearly shouted through her heavy pantings. “I NEED IT, DARLING! PLEASE!”

“Ya need what, Rarity?”

“...I need you to attend my ...huh.. secret garden,” Rarity explained with embarrassment.

“But, Ah ain’t no gardener, Rarity.” Applejack chuckled mockingly.

“You know what I mean!” Rarity whimpered in protest.

“Ah’m afraid Ah don’t… What do ya need?”

“Are you dimwitted, APPLEJACK?!” Rarity snarled in a needy tone. “I need you to play with my pussy! I need you to shove something inside it: your fingers, your tongue, even a broomstick would do! I need you to FUCK me until I come like a hose because you make me more horny than a unicorn during mating season!!!”

Applejack’s left hand let go of Rarity’s wrists before it slammed itself vigorously against her right buttcheek. The sharp slapping noise that followed was echoed by Rarity’s shocked, and pained intake of breath.

“THAT was for calling me dimwitted!” Applejack growled as her left arm joined her right one under Rarity’s buttcheeks, one reddened by the mark of her lover’s hand. “....mind yer head.”

Before Rarity could ask what Applejack meant, she felt her strong lover’s hands groping her soft behind. With a rather quiet grunt, Applejack lifted Rarity up high in the shower stall, earning a surprised shriek from her purple-haired lover who had to bend forward to not hit the ceiling. Rarity opened her eyes when she felt her legs resting on Applejack’s sturdy shoulders, only to see the blonde’s face being centimeters in front of her dripping core.

“THAT, on the other hand,...” Applejack started softly, causing Rarity’s blush to deepen as the hot breath caressed her lower lips. “... is for finally being honest with me.”

And with that, Applejack pushed her head forward, her tongue out and ready to please the seamstress. When the wet, pink muscle lapped its way through her soaking folds, Rarity moaned loudly in satisfaction, her fingers entangling themselves in Applejack’s flowing, wet mane of blonde hair while her thighs tightened their hold on the blonde’s head and her shins locked themselves behind Applejack’s back.

Praying all the gods she knew, Rarity pushed her pelvis against Applejack’s face with all the strength she could gather while she felt her farmer’s nose breathing out over her twitching pearl, her lips brushing strongly against her outer ones, her teeth grazing against her pink folds just hard enough to have the seamstress feel their presence, and her tongue pushing as deeply inside her as possible.

Rarity’s arousal tasted odd in Applejack’s mouth. It was a far cry from the supreme, sweet delicateness that Cloud had told her it was in the past. Whereas her Guard-friend had claimed that a woman’s excitement was as sweet and spicy as Zap Apple Jam, Applejack felt like she was eating a large and juicy lemon coated with salt: Bitter, sour and salty at the same time, and it tasted like sand as well for some reason. Though, that didn’t stop the farmer from drinking it more and more as fast as the tastiest cider she ever brewed.

“OH GODS! Appl..Applejack… I think I’ll … ” Rarity let out before the tongue pleasing her started to lap her swollen pearl repeatedly. “...Darling..right there please! Please right there is perfWAHAHAAAAA!”

As soon as she felt her lover’s teeth gently put a bit of pressure on her bundle of nerves, Rarity arched her back so hard that her shoulders, and back of her skull touched the ceiling while her pelvis was pressed against Applejack’s face. Said face which received whole of Rarity’s arousal head-on.

“.....Rare,” Applejack called gently, her tongue passing over her lips to collect a bit of what she would start to call Rarity’s love-cider. “...yer legs, Sugarcube.”

“Huh-huh,” Rarity whispered, her whole body shivering because of the afterglow.

“Rare, open yer legs so that Ah can get ya down,” Applejack chuckled a bit before Rarity loosened the grip of her legs.

“Huh-huh,” Rarity repeated softly as Applejack lowered her body until her feet touched the ground. “....That was...wonderful… Simply wonderful, Applejack,” the baroness whispered as rested her head against Applejack’s chest. “I love you,” she added with sincerity before snuggling into the farmer’s deep valley.

“Love ya too, Hon,” Applejack whispered softly before gently pushing Rarity off her chest.

“What is it?” Rarity asked with a pout. “You don’t want me too…”

“It ain’t that!” Applejack assured quickly, scratching her scalp. “It just Ah still got sand in ma hair because of earlier. It’s starting to itch a bit,” she explained, grabbing a nearby bottle of shampoo.

“Do ya want me to help washing your hair?” Rarity asked with gleaming eyes as her farmer poured an apple-scented cream over her head.

“Ah got the hair of ma head just fine,” Applejack stated slowly, putting the bottle back at its original spot before taking the soap bar, and giving it to Rarity. “Ya can do ma other hair though.”

“What...What other hair?”

Rarity glanced at her lover with a confused frown before Applejack cocked an eyebrow back at her. After a few seconds of pondering, and then letting out a long “ooooh” of understanding, Rarity grabbed the soap bar with coquettish smile. Immediately after that, she kneeled down before Applejack as the farmer started to lather her golden locks.

“....MMMMmmmmmm.” Applejack purred as she felt the wet soap bar gently gliding through her bush before it slided between her legs, thinking the soap wouldn’t be the only thing to get there in the next minutes. “...Good girl,” Applejack added in a whisper when her last thought had been perfectly right.