It was one night, one or two weeks after defeating Nightmare Moon and reuniting Luna and Celestia that Rainbow Dash asked the question that changed everything. The Mane 6 had been sitting around inside a cozy circle of hay bales stacked 3 high at Sweet Apple Acres. Spike had gone back to the library to sleep. The six of them sat there enjoying cider and re-living the whole adventure. Rainbow Dash, had gotten up to stretch her legs and had "accidentally" knocked over the cider jug. Being the gracious pony that she is, she offered to make the trip to the root cellar to re-fill it. While down in the cellar she noticed the XXX jug and decided that adding a very healthy shot of the hard cider to the regular would liven things up. She poured a tiny bit into her hoof and took a taste. The moment it hit her tongue, her wings shot out and her tail stood on end. She smiled and put a little into the freshly poured jug and trotted up the stairs and back to the group.

After each pony had unknowingly enjoyed their mug of the mix, Dash led the conversation to more interesting topics. Nopony seemed to object; in fact, they seemed to embrace it readily. Then Dash asked the question that forever changed Twilight Sparkle's life. There had been a pleasant lull in the conversation and Dash had been lounging back against a stack of hay bales when she turned to Applejack:

"Okay AJ, Nightmare Moon, and Luna - which one would you rather go down on and which one would you rather have go down on you?" she smiled and pointed in the general direction of her crotch.

The barn instantly erupted in all kinds of noise as the ponies reacted to the question. AJ turned red and rolled her eyes. It took Twilight a moment to realize what "going down" meant, but between everypony's reaction and Dash pointing between her legs, the young unicorn correctly surmised what it meant. Her immediate response was "ewwww, gross!!" As she looked around at her new friends she was both relieved and unpleasantly surprised. She was relieved that her instatn revulsion had been drowned out, but unpleasnatly surprosed that none of her friends shared her revulsion. In fact, the looks on their faces suggested just the opposite. Rarity's cheeks went pink with excitement, and Fluttershy blushed as well, but was clearly okay with the idea. Pinkie Pie burst into laughter and rolled over. AJ never did answer, but the general topic went on until everypony went home. Twilight suddenly felt left out again and some of the old pain of rejection from school started to return.

If she wasn’t confused enough, Nightmare Moon was evil, why would anypony think about doing that with her? And why wasn’t AJ disgusted and repulsed the way she had been? She was a sensible pony with serious responsibilities! Good ponies didn’t think about things like that, and AJ was a good pony.

As she lay in bed later that night, Twilight decided that no matter how repulsive it was, she was going to do whatever it took to try to understand her new friends, although the experience had been very upsetting. There were mares at the academy who were nasty to her and because she spent most of her time alone and didn’t seem to have any interest in colts, they taunted her saying, among other things, that she probably spent her nights alone and doing that. She hated those mares, and now these new friends were turning out just like them. Twilight felt a pain in her throat and felt like she was going to cry.

But they love me! And I love them! But now I feel like there is something that’s gone up between us, like a wall or something

Just because they share that in common doesn't mean they don't like me. It's not like those mares from the academy are suddenly best friends with my new friends and I'm left out. If I let this thing come between us, then it’s my fault, so I’m the one that needs to learn to accept it. At least maybe they’ll understand how I feel about it. I can explain why it grosses me out.

Twilight thought that she should prepare what she would say to them and decided to practice it. As she lay there in bed she imagined them together at the library…

"Now girls, about that question Rainbow Dash asked Applejack the other night. I understand that you are all okay with it but, well, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but I don’t want it to come between us. I’ve never had any friends like you, or any friends at all for that matter, and I don’t want to lose you so I thought I’d let you know that.”

That sounds perfectly reasonable…

“Doesn’t the idea of two mares having sex gross you out a little? I mean kissing is gross enough, but putting your face down there? Yuck! And then sticking out your…” Twilight felt another shiver of revulsion. “…tongue and touching her! That’s just disgusting!”

Then I’ll smile

“Don’t you think?”

That sounds too judgmental. Maybe I should try to ease into it by finding a part of it that’s less gross and start there.

“I mean if you’re the mare and somepony – some mare is making you let them do that to you, I guess it might not be so bad if you closed your eyes and pretended it was a really cute colt.”

That’s it, find some common ground! Try to act like you’re okay with that part of it.

“I mean who wouldn’t like that? A really cute colt with big green eyes and a blonde mane? Feeling a nice warm tongue touching you down there? Even licking you?” Twilight smiled and in an effort to accurately describe it began to picture it. Naturally she thought about what it might feel like. Her reaction took her by surprise. It would probably feel really good. A really cute colt being sweet and gentle and really naughty? And licking me. Down there. With his tongue.

Down there…

She pictured it, down there, what it might look like. She’d never really looked down there, but she’d studied it in anatomy..

She found that she had been flexing her haunches then crossing her legs and squeezing them without realizing it. Now she clenched the muscles under her tail and felt the pleasure spread between her legs. The sensation was nice but it felt like those times when somepony scratching your back kept missing the spot where it really itched.

The only way to get rid of this is to put my hoof between my thighs against myself and squeeze it. It will get rid of the feeling there the way a couple of scratches get rid of an itch…

She placed her hoof against the area between her legs, nestling it between the swollen folds of her pubic cleft. It took several re-adjustments to get it where it was positioned just right. Then several more adjustments. Just one more...

The young unicorn worked hard to ignore the intense pleasure that resulted from the re-adjustments The movement against her labia felt like the best itch of her life and the scratching was indescribable.

She stopped moving her wrist around to see if the desire had stopped. It was worse.

This has got to stop! Why is it that the more I scratch this itch, the itchier it GETS?!!

The anatomy of the hooves of ponies was somewhat complex. Their coat’s extended down the sides of the hooves but the only part that touched the ground was the hard keratin, When their hooves were off the ground they could extend the edge if their coats to wrap around the edges of their hooves. At the bottom edge of the coat was a lip of skin. They could fold that lip at the front and create a nub that could be used for all sorts of things. Twilight had just discovered what one of those things was.

She lay there in bed, her covers pulled up to her neck, heart beating fast, breath coming hard and quick and her hooves busy at work between her legs, scratching that wonderful itch. She had given up trying to understand it, it felt way too good to stop. Spike was fast asleep in his basket on the floor at the foot of her bed. She had to work hard to keep from making any noise.

Oh yeah, now I could get into a cute young studley colt licking me. Oh that feels so good…

In her fantasy, Twilight grabbed his ears and pressed his muzzle against her, forcing her lips farther apart. She imagined his tongue inside her, exploring. She didn’t find it revolting or disgusting, she found it was something that she wanted very badly. She wanted to see his face now. He’d had it buried between her legs since the fantasy started.

Oh yeah baby, let me see your face, come on. This keeps feeling better and better and I want to see your face, look up at me. We don’t even know each other. You’re some stranger who swept me off my hooves and now you’re doing this thing to me…

Twilight could feel the excitement building, could feel the tension increasing, heading somewhere, though she had no idea where.

“Look at me, come on cutie, you are so good at this, we’re going to be doing this a lot, so you better let me have a look at…”

Finally the cute young colt looked up. While Twilight had been very wrong about a few things, she hadn’t been wrong about the cute part.

The face of the pony that looked up was dripping wet and smiling very seductively. The face pony that looked up at her wasn’t a colt and it wasn’t a stranger.

It was Applejack.

And Twilight wasn’t revolted or disgusted and she didn’t want to run. To her surprise her desire and passion only intensified. In this state of pure honesty and desire Twilight couldn't deny how much she wanted to kiss her. A sweet, long loving romantic kiss. At the thought of it she felt her body taking her into an incredibly intensely rising spasm.

Whatever it meant, Twilight didn’t care, she felt like she had lost all control and let her mind go from kissing her to going down there! Down between those strong sweet honey blonde legs. Prying apart her lips, revealing the pink wet folds of skin there and then in her mind Twilight plunged her tongue between those wet lips going as deeply with it as she could, imagining the slick wetness enveloping her tongue as she extended it all the way in. And then hearing Applejack moan and gasp in pleasure…

Twilight had to fight to keep from screaming and waking Spike when she came. Her hips went into a series of rapid spasms thrusting forward and back as her legs trembled, shaking the bed. Then she rolled over on her stomach, bit down on her pillow, and rubbed even more furiously, having several more very intense orgasms.

After a few minutes her clitoris had become very sensitive and she had to stop. As she lay there panting hard she couldn't believe the things that had gone through her mind. As she went through them again, she felt ashamed and confused. But she felt the desire returning, and straddling her hoof she started to slowly hump it, faster and faster, thinking of the sweet blonde earth pony until it brought her to several more squealing muffled, orgasms.

She finally collapsed on her soaking, sticky hoof, barely able to hear anything over her heart as it slammed in her ears. She stayed frozen, determined to calm her heart and lungs until she was sure that Spike hadn't woken up. Gradually her mind cleared.

Applejack? APPLEJACK?! She wondered incredulously. The idea now seemed crazy, ridiculous, of course. But it wouldn’t leave her mind, how she felt when she looked down and saw that beautiful face look up at her and how it made her feel and made her want to do. In her mind she had done, all those things. Now that the need was gone, the fever had broken, and the itch had been scratched, oh had the itch been scratched! So...the thoughts of desire for her friend should have turned to vapor and vanished. It was exciting, sensual, and very taboo, but it was just a fantasy.

Right?

Applejack? The question resounded in her head.

The room was completely silent now. Her breathing and heart had returned to normal and she could hear Spike’s little snore coming from the foot of her bed. She looked toward her window and there was a new moon. The stars shone very brightly. It was before midnight and Twilight knew she’d have to get up in a little while to clean herself up and probably change the sheets, but for now, she felt the sleepiness creep over her and felt herself falling into a warm, peaceful nap. But there was unfinished business. The unanswered question and all that it meant wouldn't let her go. Not until she answered truthfully. Twilight smiled.

“Applejack…” she answered tenderly to the night.

Author's Note

I started this several months after first watching the show. (2 years ago?) Not sure if it's done so I'm marking it as on hiatus. I just have SO many pony things going on that I don't want to leave another hanging...