Chapter I: A Night Like Any Other
It was never an easy feat to sneak by her kin every second Sunday of the month, but Madam Orange was used to it. She danced her way on her heels, right out of the front door, as the rest of her family slept. Well apart from her younger sister, whose window was still lit because the mare had to study for her college entrance exam. Madam smiled proudly at that fact, as a big black limousine entered the driveway of her farm home.
Fast Lane, her driver for two years now, opened the door quickly and Madam glided inside. As the engine began to hum silently, Fast Lane upped then speed and asked his employer: “I am sorry if I am crossing the line, but isn’t it time? She can’t be left in the dark forever.”
“I know Fast Lane, but I can’t burden her with my secrets while she is still in the middle of such a crossroad in her own life. But I promise you, she will know soon.” Madam replied in sobering tone.
“Very well. One more thing, I am not a fan of your client tonight, are you sure he deserves a night with you?”
“I appreciate your concern Fast, but don’t forget, I am a professional. He will have a good time, I will have a good time, and sis can pay her tuition fee.”
“I suppose. Sorry for the outburst, Madam.” Fast admitted, the reddish cheeks hidden behind his coat.
“It’s quite flattering sugarcube... I mean dear. Some habits are really hard to tone done, as you can hear.” she laughed nervously, before adjusting her voice, and practicing her pronunciation, as the pair drove into Manehatten.
A nervous stallion looked on into the starry sky. His mane was, as always, immaculate, his posture was snobbish and his clothes of the highest grade. Prince Blueblood was awaiting his date for the night, a mare so sought after that he came to Manehatten just to meet her. His upper class friends told him she was the partner for a classy and sexy evening. The Orange Madam was coming, and judging from the black limousine, this mare was no joke.
The usually assured prince gulped as a leg exited the car. The mere shape it made in the heeled shoe was arousing, and the rest of her feminine beauty did not disappoint either.
Her blond locks were made up in wonderfully wavy form, and her makeup gave her natural looks an added boost. The purple dress was also a work of art of its own merit, but with her wearing it, it was poetry in motion. Her toned abdomen did put the prince to shame a little, but her walk towards him eased his discomfort.
“Good evening, Prince. I am yours for the night.” she said in a distinct Canterlot accent, much to the prince’s enjoyment.
”Likewise, Madam Orange. I reserved us a seat, if you please.” Blueblood boasted, showing her towards the entrance.
“You are too kind, but I prefer my own section.” she respectfully declined, although her cleavage made it hard for the prince to comprehend.
“Section?”
“Why of course. Don’t worry, my prince, Madam is never a bad hostess.” Madam teased, flexing her own social muscles.
The pair entered the restaurant, and the head waiter quickly moved them to Madam’s private area. Blueblood was a bit annoyed he was not really the center of the staff's attention, but given his date for the night, he swallowed his pride a bit, which is quite the feat in itself.
Within minutes, the pair were enjoying Madam’s own table, fit for two. It did not take long for Blueblood to fall deep into her green eyes, as she fluttered her eyelashes ever so often in between his talking. Madam seemingly glided from humorous to lustful, twirling the poor stallion around her finger. The wine did not help his restraint either.
“So, Madam Orange, you heard everything about me... I’d like to know more about you. Surely that is not your real name.” Blueblood asked, as Madam danced her gloved hand under his chin.
“Oh I am sorry, my young prince, that is something I simply can not reveal. Besides, where is the lust without some mystique?” she retorted as the prince hung on her every word like on a leash.
She quickly went in for a kiss, and the prince became pudding in her arms. Her tongue danced inside, making him lose both his mind... And his load.
Madam only giggled as the prince sat there, exposed and frankly, pretty wet downstairs.
He tried to mumble his way to an explanation, but she only placed her finger on his lips and shushed Blueblood.
“Don’t worry, prince Blueblood, I am, as you probably know, a professional. Your little mishap is only known to me, and if you don’t tell, it will stay like that.” she reassured him, and the prince calmed down.
“You can get a clean pair from my waiter. Just say Madam Orange sent you.”
As the prince exited the room, the smile on her face vanished and she sighed.
“Jeez, some ponies.” she mumbled in a country slag manner.
After a little while, the prince did come back. The tux and jeans combo was rather unusual, but at least he did not look like a complete idiot.
“Thank you Madam.”
“All part of the service.”
“Funny you mention that. I was hoping for some more private time together.”
Madam only giggled and swung her head in a negative manner.
“As I told you before, only clients on my list can enjoy that treatment. Be nice, and maybe you will get onto that list.” she teased, as the prince sat back into his chair.
“... Alright. How can I say no to a face like that?”
“How indeed.” Madam teased, as she closed the gap between the two, much to the princes enjoyment.
The pair enjoyed their dinner together, as even prince Blueblood began to lose his self-absorbed bubble, seemingly feeling safe in her presence. Madam always had a great joke to tell, and her body was a sight to be seen.
Only some time after midnight did they leave the classy establishment, the owner waiting for Madam to finish her meal, hoping for an earlier meeting with the mare.
“I guess this means our night is over.” Blueblood said in a defeated fashion.
“It seems so. I hope you enjoyed my company.” Madam replied as she entered her limo.
“Will I see you again?”
“Maybe, if I find a night free.” she said and closed the door, as the limo drove into the night, leaving Blueblood in love, and with a lot less money on him.
The limo was fast, and only as it left Manehatan did the driver speak.
“To your home, Madam?”
“Yes, Fast Lane, please.” the orange mare replied as she drifted into sleep.
The fresh smell of apples woke Madam, a familiar farm greeting her in the dawn.
“Good luck Madam. I will see you next month.” Fast Lane replied as she exited his limo.
“You too Fast. Here, have a little bonus. You worked just as hard as me.” she smiled and gave the driver a hefty bag of bits from her purse.
“You are too kind, Madam.” Fast Lane thanked Madam, and drove off to his own home.
“Good to be back.” Madam smiled and placed removed her heels.
The mare tiptoed her way into the house, her heels in her hands, hoping for a unseen entrance like so many times before. She managed to get to her door, only for a familiar teenager to look at her perplexed as she opened her own door.
“...Sis?” the redhead asked in disbelief.
“Good morning Applebloom.” Applejack sighed, knowing the time was right for a very special private talk.
Author's Note
Yes, I did cheat the canon a little, but no need to worry. AJ did not become "Madam Orange" as a filly, you will get her side of the story soon enough.
Chapter II: My Sister, My New Teacher
Chapter II: My Sister, My New Teacher
The two Apple family members sat down in the kitchen, with Apple Bloom making a nice strong blend of coffee for her tired sister, who had changed into her usual casual attire. After both of them took a sip from their respective mugs, with Apple Bloom still preferring cacao over the caffeine “morning medicine” Applejack liked so much.
“I am listening.” Apple Bloom said in a curious voice, placing the mug on the solid wood table.
“I was hoping we would just drink our beverages for the rest of our days, but I am not that lucky it seems.”
“Careful sis, your sarcasm is showing. Now, why were you dressed up like a model in the break of dawn, and sliding through the house like a snake?” the ever investigative Apple Bloom asked.
Applejack looked long and hard into Apple Blooms eyes, and after a sigh, started her tale.
“You better drink that cacao now sis, because this story is a rather long one. You recall the time when you and your Crusaders asked me about my cutie mark, and how I got it?” Applejack began, sipping her own hot beverage in between her sentences.
“The Rainboom? Yes, I remember.”
“Well, I can honestly say that what I told you was all true, but I also must confess, that I have not told you all of it. You see, the matter of fact is, as much as I am an Apple, a country mare that loves this lifestyle, I am a Pair too. I did not have the heart or the nerve to tell that to Granny or Mac, and going away again just because I feel like it seemed to me as I sign of a weakness.”
“You knew that as a filly?”
“Oh no, this was about your age, when you were one year old. I had to go back to Manehatten, and Aunt Pair was clever enough to offer me a “scholarship” for professional cider making, so that I could go there one more time.”
“So, the diploma in your room is fake?”
“The diploma is real, and I did graduate. The scholarship part of it is not. You see, I did not realize that until I got back there that our Aunt is one of three main Mistresses in Equestria, and that she wanted me to be her protege, since she did not have a daughter.”
“What?!” Apple Bloom yelled, only for Applejack to smack her over the head.
“Quiet, you numskull! You want Pinkie Pie in Sugercube Corner to hear you?” Applejack whispered violently back at her sister.
”Sorry, it’s just a shock to think my sister is a wh...” Apple Bloom tried to explain, but a quick hand on her mouth stopped her.
“Don’t you dare say it. I worked my flank of to be a Madam. I am not some cheap sex off the corner. Understood?” Applejack replied with anger, removing her hand only when Apple Bloom nodded in agreement moments later.
“Sorry, AJ, I guess I wasn’t thinking. I am not sure what to think right now, to be honest with you.” the young mare explained, her confusion and sincere apology calming the older sibling.
“You can start by listening to what I did during my training, and then make your judgment. As I was saying, the moment I moved back in it started. I had never worn heels before then, and being in them for 4 hours every day, working on my posture was very hard. The etiquette part was less physical, but more of a mental challenge. My accent had to be hidden too, so I had to learn the Manehatten one. Foreign customs, humorous tales, everything I had to know to be a fun evening for my patron.”
“That is all fine and well sis, but why go trough it in the first place? Surely you could have just said no and come back.”
“Not really, and for two reasons. The first one was simple, I wanted to get that diploma, otherwise our cider production would have never reached it’s popularity that it has today with the local inhabitants. You are lucky to never tried my earlier work, trust me. The second one is a selfish one. I wanted to try something bizarre, taboo and dangerous. It was a role that I wanted to play, and be somepony else for a change. That is why I stayed, and persevered. “ Applejack explained, looking into the orchard and the glistening apples.
A long pause followed, as Apple Bloom began to understand what Applejack had really did. Then, an idea formed in her mind. It would be a risky, almost foolish, but she was desperate for the big city life.
“I want to go with you.” the young mare finally said, as Applejack lowered her cup.
“No.” the older sibling said with resolute conviction.
“Why not? You went, why can’t I try something daring for once? It’s only fair!”
“Please, Apple Bloom, this is not something you want. You had plenty of daring stunts when you were in the Crusaders.”
“Yes but that was filly stuff. I am a smart mare, surely you think of me as such? Besides, since when did you know what I want in life? Last time I checked, you could not read minds AJ!” Apple Bloom pleaded her case to Applejack.
“You are a bright ray of sunshine my dear, but that does not mean I can let you do this. This obligation is not meant for ponies who are so kind and smart as you.”
“You are nothing more than a hypocrite! Fine, if you think that you can hold me back, just try!”
The young mare stood up dramatic and looked deep into her big sisters eyes. The conviction was all to familiar to Applejack, and she gritted her teeth as if to admit defeat.
Apple Bloom began to storm out of the kitchen but a swift leg grab put her on the floor as Applejack stood above her, her legs on each side. It was a rather venerable position that Apple Bloom had found herself, and the fact her sisters female treasure was right above her made the still young pony blush. Once Applejack turned her on her back and tied her up, did Apple Bloom panic.
“Sis, what the hell are you doing?!” the younger sister screamed.
Applejack chuckled as she put Apple Bloom over her shoulder, and quickly sat her on the same chair she just tried to flee from, only to write a rather long letter to Big Mac and Granny Smith.
“What are you writing now?! Answer...” Apple Bloom’s investigation quickly ended, as a little piece of duck-tape made a lot of difference.
Only once Applejack was truly finished, did she look at her younger sister. She wanted to explain, even opening her mouth to so, but a cheeky smile stopped her. Showing was always better than telling anyways.
She took her sister on her back once more, and they went to the big shed just behind the house. They went to the most right corner of it, and under a large bile of hey, and inside an orange lockbox, Applejack took out a shimmering orange phone, with a decorative “M” placed on the back. She quickly navigated the menus, and called a number. The silence that was only slightly stopped by a muffled scream from Apple Bloom. This shouting subdued as Applejack began to speak with the pony on the other line.
“Yes, this is Madam Orange, I would like to talk to Mistress M please. Yes, this is an emergency. Thank you.”
Apple Bloom’s protest ceased as she overheard her sister’s ask. Whatever she had planned, it did involve Manehatten, and the young mare was eager to hear it. After a few minutes, Applejack perked up again.
“Good morning Mistress. Yes, I am aware of the morning routine, but this was important. My younger sister has asked for training, and I wish to prepare her, so that she does not put shame on our name. In twenty minutes? Excellent! Thank You Mistress and goodbye.”
The sound of hanging up and Applejack breathing in relief was at the same time. She closed in on her sister, and crouched so that they were on the same height of heads.
“Looks like you’ll get your wish dear. I just hope you are ready.” Applejack said as she removed the tape from Apple Blooms mouth, her lips very close to her sisters, making Apple Bloom move away ever so slightly. Applejack leaned her head to the side, only to kiss Apple Bloom quickly on the cheek, faking out her younger sibling.
As Applejack untied her, Apple Bloom placed her hand onto the cheek. Her sister had kissed her many times before, but never in such a alluring manner. This whole thing was going to be one hell of a ride, that was now certain for her.
“So, what now? Where are we going?” Apple Bloom asked, as both she and Applejack waited for the limousine to arrive.
“Patience sis, you will see when we get there. All I will say that it will change your view on me, yourself, and your family.” Applejack replied, a sly smile on her lips.
And as the limo was closing in on them from the hilltop, Apple Bloom felt a mixture of unease, nervousness and guilty curiosity.
Author's Note
Now that the cat is out of the bag, both Apple Bloom and You, my dear reader can enjoy a new part of pony life. Next stop, ~~Master Roshi~~ Mistress!
