A (Hoofi)Cure For What Ails Ya
Rarity was a lot of things.
She was a unicorn and she was a mare. Those two things were most apparent. To delve deeper into this particular avenue, she was a white unicorn mare with purple hair, blue eyes, and a cutie mark of three diamonds. But to be perfectly honest, in this instance, attention was meant to be paid more to her personality traits than her appearance, resplendent as her appearance might have been.
Rarity was a lady. While one might have thought that this was covered when defining her as a mare, there was a fundamental difference between the two titles. The title of "mare" simply referred to the gender to which she was born and of which she identified as. "Lady," however, denoted her elegance, charm, and social graces, all of which practically seeped out of her every pore. She was a mare of refined tastes, one who wouldn't deign to sully herself in any fashion.
At the same time, though, she was also a very generous soul. If somepony needed something and she had the means to reasonably aid them, then she would do so without hesitation. This counted double for friends and family, and even more so for her significant other. There was practically no request her significant other could make of her which she would deny, provided she was capable of giving it to her. Unfortunately, this sometimes contradicted with her status as an elegant lady.
"...What?" Rarity asked of her marefriend. "Asked" might not have been the proper term for the utterance; in fact, "uttered" seemed more fitting for the bemused syllable that spilled from those pristine white lips. To utter was to give forth with the voice. Nearly any other description of the noise she had made would have suggested a more carefully-enunciated expulsion of noise, and Rarity's expression was far from carefully-enunciated.
"Oh come on, Rare, you heard me," Applejack responded. "Those're the ears that can hear me sneakin' into the kitchen for a bite of your chocolate cake. Ain't no way they missed what I said."
Rarity hmphed. She certainly had her there.
"Well, you certainly have me there," Rarity said, because she certainly did have her there, as previously stated. She had hoped that feigning ignorance would make Applejack's request fade into the æther, but such was not the case. Applejack was brighter than some ponies gave her credit for; such simple methods of distraction would not sway her from something as important to her as she had made this particular request out to be.
"So what do you say?" Applejack asked. Rarity just stared for a few moments, unsure of how to respond. What did she say? She hadn't expected such a request from her love. Although to be honest--and her marefriend did have a tendency towards being honest--it could have been worse. When she had promised Applejack that she would indulge her in whatever her deepest desire was, she could have been stuck doing something terrible. She'd heard tell of other ponies whose fantasies put the audacity of Applejack's to shame. This didn't make Applejack's any more desirable; only a bit less reprehensible in the grand scheme of things.
"Well..." Rarity began. And ended. She made a mental note to herself not to begin sentences in the future unless she had some semblance of an ending in mind for them. The hesitance hung heavy in the air, and Rarity instantly regretted it as she watched Applejack's face fall.
"I-it's alright, Rare," Applejack said. "If it's too much for ya, I understand."
Rarity wasn't sure if Applejack's reaction was intentional. It was entirely possible that she had picked up on the reaction she would get from Rarity whenever she did it, but at the same time it very well could have been genuine. In the end, though, the intent didn't matter, because when Applejack made that particular face, that visage of utter disappointment, and accompanied it with that mournful little sigh, Rarity would do anything within her power to make her love happy again.
"...Very well, Jackie," Rarity said. "If it will make you happy..."
"You mean it?" Applejack asked. Either she had spontaneously become an excellent actor or her reactions really were genuine.
"I do," Rarity responded. As she felt Applejack wrap her in one of her trademark hugs, she idly wondered if she would regret this decision.
"You're the best, Rare," the farmer said, nuzzling Rarity's cheek. "Just make sure to wear those stockings I love so much, alright?" Rarity sighed lightly and returned the nuzzle. Seeing the smile radiating on her love's face was making her decision a difficult one to regret.
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Rarity hadn't been this nervous and uncomfortable--or uncomfortervous, as Pinkie Pie would have likely said--since she was a filly acting in her first school play. In a few ways, actually, it was somewhat similar, though there were quite a few key factors in which it wasn't. She certainly would have been in a world of trouble with her parents and her teacher if she had walked on stage for that play with the stockings she was currently pulling up her legs.
She stared down at her legs, not understanding what the appeal was behind Applejack's interest. Yes, every single part of her was lovely and stunning, from the tip of her horn all the way to...them...but why did it have to be that? She saw no appeal in it whatsoever. They were so...dirty. Even if she did her absolute best to keep them clean, it was inherently impossible, all things considered. So what did Applejack find so appealing about them?
Rarity figured she would find out soon enough, because Applejack was waiting just on the other side of that door. Rarity could imagine the look on Applejack's face as she waited for her to saunter through the doorway. Even though she couldn't understand the appeal of what her love wanted, she could fully understand the idea of wanting something as much as Applejack seemed to want this. She, too, had her own secret interest that she wished to bring up to Applejack, but it could wait. Tonight was Applejack's night, and she would do her best to make it as special as possible. With a deep breath and a silent prayer that the experience wouldn't be too terrible, she pushed the door open.
From the moment she took her first step into the bedroom, Rarity could feel Applejack's eyes upon her. This part was comfortable for her. She was used to walking into the bedroom and becoming the focus of Applejack's world. She did so often, many times even wearing the very same lacy black lingerie that she wore tonight. The difference tonight lie in what body part Applejack was likely focused on. Although considering how she'd gone on to Rarity about just how strong her interest in tonight's activities was, it was entirely possible that her attention had been drawn there on plenty of other occasions.
"Gosh, Rare, you look amazing," Applejack said quietly, as if in reverence of the sight in front of her.
"Thank you, darling," Rarity replied. She found herself unsure of exactly what to do to help things along, so she began taking slightly higher steps, doing her best to give Applejack a good view of her stockinged hooves.
"...Rarity, what in the hay are you doing?" Applejack asked, raising a brow.
"I...thought you might enjoy this," Rarity replied, holding one foreleg in the air. She watched with a frown as Applejack began laughing.
"Dang it, you look like you're marching for the Equestrian Army," the farmer said between guffaws. "Only you ain't dressed for the occasion." Rarity stomped the hoof that had been previously raised, her ears folded and her cheeks puffed out in anger.
"Applejack!" the fashionista exclaimed, face turning red. "I'll remind you that I am doing this for you out of the goodness of my heart, and to be so insensitive as to laugh..."
"Rarity!" Applejack quickly interjected, sitting up. Once she was certain that she had her love's attention, she continued. "You're right. I'm sorry."
"Hmph...you should be," Rarity replied curtly. As glad as Applejack was to have calmed her sweetheart down, though, she couldn't resist one more little poke.
"Sir, yes sir!" the farmer replied, her right front hoof meeting her forehead in a swift salute. The laughter she followed this up with was more than enough for Rarity, who turned tail to leave the bedroom.
"Wait, wait!" Applejack called out. "I'm sorry, I really am!"
"I cannot believe you, Applejack," Rarity hissed as she turned back to face her. "This is what I get for giving of myself for your interests?"
"No no, I really, truly am sorry, Rare," Applejack said. When it was clear that Rarity was not accepting it, she sighed. If tonight was going to be saved, she would have to pour the sugar on.
"I'm sorry I offended you, Rarity," she said. "You're the most beautiful, most generous, most wonderful, and absolute sexiest pony the world has ever seen. I'm not worthy of a pony as amazing as you, and to even be allowed in your presence is an honor that only princesses could dream for."
Rarity was a lot of things, and "smart" was one of them. She saw through Applejack's little charade easily, seeing it for exactly what it was: a shameless attempt to flatter in order to quell her anger. Thankfully for Applejack, a bit of flattery from the right pony went a long way with her, and Applejack was certainly the right pony.
"You're lucky I love you so, Jackie," Rarity said with a small smile. "But never say you aren't worthy of me, because you are worthy of anything you desire." She resumed her walk towards the bed, only stopping when she was mere inches from it. She rose one foreleg, setting her stockinged hoof on the mattress just in front of Applejack. "And speaking of things you desire..."
Rarity watched Applejack's gaze fall from her eyes straight to the hoof on the bed. She watched Applejack stare at it as if it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever seen. She tried to understand it. She really did. As hard as she tried, however, it just didn't seem to work in her head. As lovely as every part of her was, her hooves were just hooves, and she could not find a single thing about them that was appealing enough to warrant so much of Applejack's attention when there were other parts of her body that should have been demanding it. For the first time since she'd gotten to this point in her relationship with Applejack, she found herself completely unsure of what to do to make her partner happy.
By this point, Rarity was sure that the subtlety of her hesitance had been broken. She wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed since she placed her hoof on the bed, but it had to be at least a minute, and there was no way that her pause had gone unnoticed. Sure enough, she looked back at Applejack to see that her emerald eyes had left her hoof and we're now focused on Rarity's own.
"Something wrong, Rare?" Applejack asked, although based on the look on her face, she already knew the answer. Rarity sighed a deep sigh. She couldn't possibly lie to Applejack.
"I just..." Rarity began.
"You don't want to do this."
The words hit Rarity harder than expected, although not nearly as hard as the look of disappointment on Applejack's face. The worst part was that, in a way, she was right. Were it
Rarity's choice, she certainly would not have come up with this manner of bedroom activity. Applejack was a lot of things, but two things that she certainly was not were stupid and unobservant. Even if Rarity hadn't expressed her disinterest earlier in the day, she would have noticed just by Rarity's actions that she didn't want to go through with this. At the same time, though, she did want to do it. Not for herself, but for the pony she loved. She quickly shook her head.
"It's not that," Rarity said. "I want to make you happy, Jackie, and I'll do absolutely anything to make that happen. It's just...darling, I don't know what to do for you. I don't understand what you want, exactly." She picked the hoof that was on the bed up. "What do I even do with this to make you happy?"
Applejack hummed to herself, smiling lightly as she observed Rarity's dedication to her needs. After a few moments, a big grin crossed her face.
"I've got it," Applejack said simply. "I know exactly how to get you going."
"Then how?" Rarity asked, eager to hear this idea.
"Well," Applejack said, her grin growing. "Maybe we could work with how upset you were at me when I was making fun of you before."
Rarity stared at Applejack blankly, not exactly processing what Applejack said, causing Applejack to roll her eyes.
"You know," Applejack said. "When you were goose-stepping around like a goofball." She watched with grim satisfaction as Rarity's brow furrowed.
"I recall, Applejack," Rarity responded, sneering. "What I meant was-"
"Girl, you looked ridiculous," Applejack said simply. "Comin' in here all 'Hup, two, three, four, I'm goin' to a fashion war!' Hah!"
If one looked close enough (provided one was lucky enough to have front-row seats to the goings-on within Applejack and Rarity's bedroom), one could almost see steam rising from Rarity's head. Her complexion, which was usually a well-maintained pristine white, was currently more akin to that of a large horned tomato with a fabulous mane.
"How...how dare you say such things when I am..." Rarity began. Then she noticed Applejack give her a little wink. Gears began turning in Rarity's head. Jeweled gears, with a fine silver finish. Now she was falling into familiar territory.
"When you're what?" Applejack taunted playfully. "About to head to boot camp?"
"Watch your tongue, Applejack," Rarity said with a grin. Then her grin grew wider as something popped into her head. "Or I shall have to put it to work." She watched, pleased, as Applejack's ears perked up. "Punishing" Applejack in the bedroom was nothing new for her. She'd just have to mix the "punishment" up a bit.
"You wouldn't dare," the farmer responded. Just as expected, she felt Rarity's magic take hold of her ponytail, pulling her head back with just enough strength to be forceful, but done with no intent of causing real harm. Just as she figured, all that was needed was the proper impetus.
"I have had enough of your sass, Applejack," Rarity spoke sternly. "You need to know your place. You will treat your lady with respect." Applejack tried to respond, but her ponytail was pulled once more, effectively silencing her.
"You will speak when I allow it and no earlier," Rarity demanded. She glanced down at her stockinged hoof, thinking on what to do. It didn't take her long to decide as she moved it closer to Applejack. "Now, peasant, you will do what I say without question. Is that understood?" When Applejack answered with only a nod, she gave her mane another tug, eliciting a tiny squeak from the farmer. "I asked you a question, peasant."
"Y-yes, m'lady," Applejack answered.
"Good," Rarity responded. She lowered herself to Applejack's face and gave her lips a gentle peck. "A reward for listening to your lady, and if you behave through your punishment, I'll see to it that you gain many more." She pushed Applejack's head down against the mattress, then nudged her hoof forward until it was mere inches from her muzzle. "Now, be a good peasant and remove the stocking from your lady's hoof."
"Yes, m'lady," Applejack said, doing her best to sound like she wasn't excited by the prospect. She began to reach her hooves towards Rarity's, but another pull of her ponytail made her stop.
"With your teeth, peasant," Rarity whispered through a cheshire-like smile. The look on Applejack's face sent shivers of happiness down her spine; she couldn't believe how much joy this was bringing her love. She released her magical grip on the farmer's mane and watched her as she leaned up, pearly white teeth snatching the hem of the sheer stocking. She watched as her darling pulled the stocking down, inch by inch, her excitement growing with every inch that was peeled off. From this vantage point, Rarity could almost understand Applejack's interest. The understanding wasn't quite there, but at least it had become somewhat more vivid.
"All done, m'lady," Applejack said, though her speech was slightly altered by the fact that she was still clutching Rarity's discarded stocking in her teeth.
Rarity considered her options for a brief moment before pulling on Applejack's ponytail once more.
"I did not ask you to speak, peasant," she said, pulling Applejack's face level to hers. With a quick motion, she pulled the stocking out of her mouth and tossed it to the side. Then she gave her another soft peck on the lips. "But you did a wonderful job of removing my stocking."
Applejack opened her mouth to respond, but quickly thought better of it.
"Good girl," Rarity said with a little giggle. "Learning so fast." She lit her horn up again, gently easing Applejack's head back against the mattress. "Now, I do believe that a good peasant worships every part of her lady, correct? You may speak."
"Yes, m'lady," Applejack responded, her eyes unable to focus on anything but the white beacon that had rested in front of her muzzle once more. It didn't take Rarity long to notice where Applejack's gaze had fallen. It didn't surprise her in the least at this point, and it was exactly what she wanted at the moment.
"I see you've already discovered your next task," Rarity said, a bit of haughtiness in her tone. "I've not had time for my evening shower, what with the call of tonight's events. If you like my hoof so much, I'm sure you won't mind giving it a thorough washing." She emphasized the last word, bringing her hoof forward and touching its tip to Applejack's lower lip, bringing it down and letting it flop back up into place. "Does that sound agreeable? You may speak."
Applejack did not speak at first. She simply couldn't, stunned to silence by the idea of fulfilling her fantasy. A nudge of the hoof against her cheek was only just enough to snap her back to reality.
"Y-yes, m'lady," Applejack said eagerly. She took a breath, then leaned forward, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Rarity watched the tongue snake forward and make contact with the side of her hoof. She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched Applejack's tongue dance around her ankle. Applejack was obviously happy, given the eagerness with which she was going about this task. It may have made little sense to Rarity, but seeing her love so happy did a fine job of satisfying her.
Rarity blinked as she saw Applejack take a hold of that hoof with hers. Before she could question it, she felt Applejack nibble gently on the hard tip of her hoof. Rarity let out a little squeak as her marefriend continued to give gentle little nibbles to the hard edges. She quickly shifted her weight onto her other front hoof so as not to fall over, then tried to direct Applejack on what to do next. Before she could get a word out, she felt the warm, wet feeling of Applejack's tongue on the soft frog of her hoof.
Rarity was a lot of things, but one thing that she wasn't was into hoofplay. This did not stop her from squealing in delight as Applejack's tongue danced along her sensitive frog, pushing into the soft flesh as much as it would yield. Rarity felt her darling employing tactics on her hoof that she recognized from their kisses, and she had to admit to herself that it felt just great. Carefully, so as not to stop Applejack from enjoying herself, she eased herself fully onto the bed, having a seat while making sure not to relinquish the hoof currently being worshipped. Then she tugged with her magic at the stocking on her other front hoof before bringing it up to Applejack's face, rubbing it a bit forcefully on her cheek.
"Let us not leave this one out, peasant," Rarity cooed. Applejack was more than happy to do as she was instructed, turning her attention to the other hoof. It received treatment very similar to the first, every inch of it bathed by the farmer's eager tongue. Rarity couldn't help but fall into peals of laughter as the sensation of Applejack's tongue on her delicate frog began to tickle. She had gotten plenty of hoof massages in the past from the spa ponies, but they were nothing like this. The spa ponies, naturally, used their hooves to massage, and while they were talented, hooves were not exactly made with fine motor skills in mind. There was no easy way for them to reach the places that Applejack's tongue darted into with ease. Despite being a little wet and just a smidge unsanitary, this was by far the most fantastic and thorough hoof massage she'd gotten in her life. She thanked her lucky stars for the tongue being the strongest muscle in the body as Applejack licked away, soon replacing her licks with soft kisses.
"You love my hooves, don't you?" Rarity asked, knowing full well of the rhetorical nature of her question. She giggled lightly as Applejack's hummed response sent vibrations into her soft underhoof. Suddenly, she was struck with an idea. She deftly pulled both hooves away from Applejack's grasp, much to her dismay.
"...M'lady?" Applejack asked, licking her lips. A quick tug of her ponytail quieted her back down.
"On your back, peasant, if you wish for this to continue," Rarity purred. Applejack raised a brow, but quickly did as she was told, rolling onto her back. Rarity stared down at her beautiful mare, a playful smirk crossing her face. The thought of needing to clean the bedsheets tomorrow briefly entered her mind as she got up and began to walk along the mattress, but it was quickly dismissed. She sauntered up the bedspread until she was standing over Applejack, and grinned down at her. She brought one foreleg up into the air, letting it hover about a foot over Applejack's face. She could practically feel Applejack's heart beating as she taunted her with the underside of her hoof, before gently bringing it down upon her face. Once again, Applejack gripped the hoof she was given like it was a favorite toy, gleefully nuzzling at its underside. Rarity smiled contently as she watched Applejack go at her, and applied the tiniest bit of pressure down on her lover's face, an action which seemed to spur her on even more. The rush of adrenaline she got from keeping Applejack underhoof and watching her happily submit was addicting, and she couldn't help but play with the feeling, putting just a little bit more pressure on and moving it in small circles.
"You're being such a good girl, peasant," Rarity purred. "It's good that you know your place under your lady's hoof." For all her posturing, Rarity had to admit that she, too, was having quite a fine time with all of this. It was rare that she found herself so glad to be wrong about something.
"Mmm," was Applejack's only reply, a reply which was muffled by the hoof pressed against her muzzle and further obfuscated by the hungry slurping noises she'd been making. Rarity just grinned and gave the air a little sniff. The scent of Applejack's arousal hadn't gone unnoticed by the fashionista; it had caught her attention when she'd first started dominating her, but now it was strong enough that she couldn't ignore it if she tried. She gave a glance down at the pony who was obediently tonguebathing her hoof. Perhaps it was a silly thought, given that this entire situation was tailored for Applejack, but Rarity figured that it was time to reward her further.
Applejack's confusion was once again evident when Rarity lifted her hoof from her face, but this time she said nothing. Rarity had made it quite clear by this point that speaking out of turn was not permitted.
"You know, peasant," Rarity said, stepping back to give her love some space. "You've still got two more hooves to clean for your lady, but you've been such an obedient girl that I think you deserve some extra incentive. Get up."
Applejack found this request a bit odd, but she was in no position to argue with Rarity's demands, and she rolled to her hooves. She watched with interest as Rarity laid down on the bedspread, much in the same position that she had been in.
"I'll take these off myself," Rarity said, her horn lighting up. Slowly, deliberately, her magic peeled the stockings from her hind legs, much to the delight of her lover. One stocking was flung across the room. The other was playfully tossed at Applejack, draping itself over her muzzle. Rarity grinned up to Applejack as she parted her hind legs. She left them parted just long enough for a little peek before closing them again and stretching her hind hooves out.
"Come now, peasant," Rarity said through a grin. "Give your lady's hind hooves a thorough cleaning."
Applejack began to reach towards Rarity's hooves, but a very small yank on her ponytail stopped her.
"You are positioned incorrectly," Rarity said simply. Applejack felt herself lifted into the air by Rarity's magic and spun around. She was soon set back down, her rear hovering slightly over Rarity's face.
"What a lovely view from here," Rarity cooed, letting out a puff of warm air upon Applejack that made her shudder. "Now, you will put that tongue to work on my hind hooves. Make sure you are thorough in cleaning them..." She reached up with a hoof and gave one of Applejack's flanks a swat, snaking her tongue out to catch the drop of her juices that fell from her marehood. "Because the thoroughness of my actions will match that of yours." Before Applejack could object--not that she would have, but had she wanted to, she wouldn't have had the time--Rarity grabbed her rump with both hooves, pulling it down until her face was tucked snugly between its cheeks.
Applejack let out a little squeal, almost forgetting what she was instructed to do, but a bit of wiggling from Rarity's beautiful hind hooves did a fantastic job of jogging her memory. Biting her lip, she reached forward for one of those wiggling white hooves, pulling the left one close to her. She took a few moments to stare at the hoof in reverence. Somehow, Rarity's hind hooves were even lovelier than her fores. A good ten seconds passed as she admired her love's hoof, before she was interrupted by a mumbling from under her rump. She shifted a cheek to the side so she could hear whatever Rarity was trying to say.
"What are you waiting for, peasant?" Rarity panted, her face already a bit wet. "If you do not get to work, you're not going to get worked either." Then she pulled Applejack's rump back to its previous position.
Applejack apparently needed to be told twice, but she sure didn't have to be told three times. She brought Rarity's hind hoof up to her face and placed her tongue on the very tip of it, giving a good, long lick straight from tip to heel. She sighed a happy sigh, one which was quickly interrupted by a soft, pleasured moan as she felt Rarity's tongue run straight down along her slit. Now this was some good incentive, and for something she'd already wanted to do, no less.
WIthout hesitation, Applejack hugged Rarity's hoof close to her, swishing her tongue all over the bottom of it and cooing happily as Rarity matched her actions. Not a single detail escaped Rarity's keen senses. If Applejack nuzzled, she nuzzled in return. If Applejack nibbled, so did she (although Rarity's nibbles were thankfully more gentle). Each pony was in their own world of pleasure; Applejack for the physical pleasures and the fulfillment of her fantasy, and Rarity from the pure delight of knowing how happy she was making her darling...though the sweet taste of her marefriend was certainly an added bonus. And it didn't hurt when Applejack snuck one of her own front hooves down between Rarity's legs, playfully teasing at her marehood as she enjoyed her ride. The pleasure only paused every here and there when Applejack wanted to switch hooves or when Rarity felt the need to breathe.
Applejack was soon panting, close to climax from the entire situation. She grinned and hugged Rarity's hoof against her body with all of her might, nibbling on the very tip of it. Soon enough, she felt Rarity nibbling gently on her nub. This was more than enough to send Applejack over the edge, and with a loud groan, she soaked her marefriend's face in her juices. She felt Rarity give a few unprompted licks to her hindquarters to lap everything up, and let out a soft, satisfied sigh as she gave a few more licks to Rarity's hoof to match them. Never one to take pleasure but leave her partner unsatisfied, Applejack kept the hoof between Rarity's legs going, working it into her until she was rewarded with a squeak from under her rump and a fresh coating of juices on her hoof.
Applejack sighed happily as she rolled off of Rarity, shifting so that she was face to face with her and snuggling up. She gazed into Rarity's eyes, beaming, before leaning in for a kiss. Rarity, however, leaned out of the way.
"Your tongue has spent the whole night on my hooves, Jackie," Rarity said. "You'll excuse me if I wasn't looking forward to tasting that."
"Well, I know where your tongue's been and I still wanna kiss you," Applejack shot back with a grin. Rarity rolled her eyes and smiled, then consented to a deep, but not too long, kiss.
"So," Rarity said after breaking the kiss and resting her head against Applejack's chest. "I assume you enjoyed that, then?"
"So much," Applejack responded, stroking Rarity's mane. "I stand by what I said about not being worthy of a pony like you."
"Nonsense," Rarity said, kissing Applejack's chest. "You deserve me."
"I guess I'll take that as a compliment," Applejack laughed, wrapping her hoof up in one of Rarity's curls. "Love you, Rare."
"Oh, I love you too, Jackie," Rarity whispered, closing her eyes. Then she opened the eye furthest from Applejack's body, glancing up at her. "But you do know what this means, right?"
"Hm?" Applejack asked.
"I fulfilled your fantasy, darling," Rarity said with a grin. "And while I did enjoy it after all, it was your fantasy. As such, I'd simply love it if you'd help with one of mine next time."
Applejack gulped. Part of her was afraid of whatever fantasy Rarity had dancing about in her mind. One look into Rarity's eye, though, was enough to help push those fears away.
"Anything for you, Rare," Applejack said. "I promise."
Rarity smiled a satisfied smile and closed her eyes again. Rarity was a lot of things, but one thing she wasn't was a pony who forgot a promise.
