Not in Her Wildest Dreams

Walking hurriedly, Applejack rushed through the hall of the castle, keeping the concealed Rarity by her side. A short moment later, Applejack found the door she was looking for on on wall, the door with the sign of the ladies room on the front. She struck her arm out, punching the door away, and it slammed against the wall forcefully. The resounding crash caught the attention of the few women who were washing their hands, or reapplying their makeup.

“Everybody, out!” Applejack screamed imposingly, her voice making them jump back in fright. “RIGHT. NOW.” In a flash, the women all scurried across the floor, past Applejack, and ran into the hallway. With the restroom now empty, Applejack escorted Rarity to a plush sofa against the wall. They both took a seat, and Applejack kept her arm around Rarity. The dressmaker held an expressionless look on her face, staring toward the floor and away from Applejack.

“Rarity?” Applejack asked, her voice dropping to a gentle volume. She looked intently at her face for any kind of response. She found none. Applejack felt her chest tighten in worry. “Hey, Rarity?” She asked again, reaching out and resting her palm against Rarity's soft cheek, turning it lightly toward her own.

Rarity had for the moment lost her wits in the weight of what she had been through in the night. All she had wanted was an enjoyable evening with herself and her little sister, and the rest of her friends to make up for the travesty of last year's gala. And for her efforts, she had been harassed, groped, slimed, robbed, and then stripped naked in front of so many people. Her mind had collapsed from the weight of such an unrelenting string of misfortunes against her.

“Hey.” The farmer continued speaking to her softly. “It's me. It's Applejack.” She said, subtly brushing Rarity's cheek, looking into her dormant azure eyes. “Ya' still in there?”

It was a bit of a struggle, but Rarity's mind clung to Applejack's words. It latched onto the tone of her voice, and she was lifted out of the fog just enough for her to feel again. She felt a great pain rushing up from her chest and into her eyes. Her face twisted, her eyes shimmered, and a soft yet shrill whine emanated from her throat.

“Come here sugarcube.” Applejack said, her voice cracking just slightly. She pulled Rarity's head against her chest, and wrapped both arms around her snugly. Rarity sobbed deeply, her face pressed up against the yellow fabric of her dress. Applejack let the palm of her hand slide comfortingly across her shoulder, resting her own chin above Rarity's violet hair. “I'm sorry darlin'. You've had a pretty crummy night, ain't ya?”

“I-i-it's not fair!” Rarity wailed, , feebly lifting a hand up against Applejack's breast. “What did I do to deserve this!?”

“Ya ain't done nothing wrong.” Applejack assured her in a soothing manner. She took hold of Rarity's hand and gave it a nurturing squeeze. “Ya didn't deserve this. Life just kinda kicks you around sometimes, for who knows why.”

“Th-they all saw me...” Rarity cried, her voice becoming garbled from her sinuses. “I knew he was going to ruin the night for us. You said he wouldn't, but he did.”

“I'm so sorry Rarity.” Applejack said, her own vision becoming blurry. “I didn't think he'd do something like that, not to one of us. Not to you, sugarcube.”

“He's awful... I don't see why Fluttershy can be friends with him.”

“I know. That was a real rotten thing of him to do. Wasn't right of him at all.” Applejack leaned down and kissed the top of Rarity's hair. A knock at the door of the women's' room sounded out, and Rarity's cries softened just slightly in response.

“Applejack? Rarity?” Twilight's voice came from the other side of the door. “Are you two in there?”

“Yeah.” Applejack replied, sniffing and wiping her eyes. “I've got her here with me.”

“Can I come in?”

Rarity tilted her eyes up at Applejack, her face full of fear. She shook her head, her bottom lip trembling as her eyes produced more tears.

“Not right now, Twilight. We need a minute.”

“That's fine. I'll be out here.”

Applejack remained silent, keeping a supportive hold of Rarity who continued to sob against her chest. Rarity gripped to her bosom, wishing she could lose herself inside of it, and hide away from this awful rotten gala that seemed to have it out for her.

“I want to go home.” Rarity wept pitifully.

“Hey, look at me.” Applejack said, tilting her chin up so they could stare into one another's eyes. “I know you're upset right now. You got every right to be. If you wanna go home, I understand.” Applejack lifted a thumb to Rarity's left eye, gently pushing away the tear that was streaming down her face. “But if you leave now... it's gonna stay with you. You're gonna go back home, and you're gonna feel even worse, 'cause you ran away. You'll have lost.” Rarity stared up in confusion at Applejack, who brushed a thumb underneath her right eye in the same fashion. “Everybody out there saw you when you weren't modest. It's a shame, but it's nothing you can undo. Your sister saw the same thing all of us saw, and now she's out there worrying about you, just like the rest of the gals are. If you can bounce back from this, if you can show them that even something like this don't shake you... well, you'd show them you're a pretty strong gal, wouldn't ya?”

Rarity stared up in wonder at Applejack, who offered a soft, reassuring smile. Many times she had been stunned by the wisdom a woman who worked on an apple farm held under her hat. Now, in her most fragile state, Applejack had surprised her yet again. When Rarity was falling with nothing to grab onto, Applejack was her safety net, keeping her from crashing. She stared into those eyes of green, and felt them tug at her heart strings. In quite a hypnotic fashion, they seemed to pull her move forward, lest her heart be wrenched from her body.

“May I kiss you, Applejack?” Rarity asked in a mystified state, turning her body to face Applejack's more head on.

Applejack’s eyes narrowed as she looked upon Rarity. She lifted her other hand, and with both of them cradling Rarity's chin, she leaned forward. Their lips touched one another softly, and Rarity felt the air around them come to a grinding halt. She closed her eyes and savored the moment. She had kissed her fair share of men in her life, and they had been pleasant enough on their own. Feeling Applejack's lips caressing her own, however, made her feel tranquil and secure. It felt as if the farmer was kissing her very soul.

Leaning back slightly, Applejack broke the kiss between them, but kept her forehead pressed against Rarity's. With her fear subsided for the moment, Rarity felt a peculiar sense of excitement as she looked into Applejack's eyes. So many questions swirled about her excited mind, and she struggled to find the best way to phrase them.

“Applejack?” Rarity began, as the farmer resumed wiping Rarity's moist cheeks. “Did you enjoy what you saw, out in the reception hall?”

Applejack paused in her ministrations, staying silent a moment. Rarity held no resentment towards her silence. It was quite a forward question, one that would throw anyone for a loop. Though she couldn't imagine being angry at her for what she said, she respected Applejack's tact in considering the best response.

“Well, I might've enjoyed it under better circumstances,” She replied softly. “Maybe if you weren't so scared, and there weren't a dozen other folks eying you up and down.” Rarity giggled, more than pleased with Applejack's choice of words.

“Well madame, there doesn't seem to be anyone else here at the moment.” With the tablecloth still draped around her form, she moved her hands underneath in a way to let the top of it fall just slightly, to expose her shoulders. She wiggled her hips and nudged her body up closer to Applejack. “And I can't say that I'm feeling scared at all right now, being here with you.”

Applejack's chest rose as she breathed in, wrestling with the excitement building in her at the moment. It was all the indication Rarity needed. Keeping her hands at a slow pace, she pulled them back, along with the cloth itself. Keeping her arms spread, Applejack was exposed to a full frontal view of Rarity's naked body once again. This time, she wasn't frightened or heartbroken. She was secure, and more than happy to show herself to a woman she trusted with all her heart.

The farmer’s teeth grazed across her bottom lip as she took in the sight of Rarity. Her light skinned hips were raised just above her yellow dress, and her vaginal lips were parted just slightly. Her eyes sparkled brightly as they traveled upwards, across her slim figure. They locked onto her breasts, white and pure as snowglobes. The soft, grayish flesh of her nipples stood erect, pointed straight at Applejack, the woman responsible for prompting their attention at the moment.

Applejack's hands lifted, and moved through the air towards the globes in front of her, but hesitated a moment. “Uh... is it okay if I touch?” Applejack asked bashfully. Rarity felt giddy and lifted her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing. So polite the farmer was, even when her arousal was moving to take over her instincts.

“You most certainly may, mademoiselle.” She replied, pushing her chest out invitingly. Feeling encouraged, Applejack's hands resumed their trek. With her fingers outstretched, her palms touched Rarity's nipples. The contact made Rarity's heart skip a beat, but she did well to keep herself still. The tan fingers descended, and Applejack's hands completely overtook Rarity's small breasts. She gave them a light squeeze. A delightful surge coursed through Rarity's chest and spread throughout her body. It was slightly intimidating, knowing that the entirety of her breasts could so easily fit in Applejack's hands so easily. She felt so small, so fragile compared to the strong and formidable woman. She loved it just for that reason. She enjoyed that she had a friend that wielded such power, and yet took the care to be so gentle with a lady such as herself.

She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling, a satisfied sigh escaping her open mouth. It turned to a small whimper as Applejack's fingers draped down her breasts and toward her nipples. With the tiny, erect nubs between her finger and thumb, she gave them a firm pinch. The electrical feeling in Rarity's body magnified. Her toes, resting underneath her buttocks, curled in response to the jump in her arousal, and she emanated a feeble whimper.

“Feel good?” Applejack asked, easing off of the pressure she was applying.

“Exquisite” Rarity moaned, before she felt the pinch on her nipples resume. Her excitement spread down her body, accumulating between her legs. It found a dead end at the head of her clitoris, and she felt it swell without anywhere else to travel at the moment.

Applejack released her grip on Rarity's nipples and moved them to her back, while leaning forward. She brought their mouths once again together, and pushed her tongue against Rarity's soft lips. Rarity welcomed them without pause, and let it invade her. She lifted her own tongue against Applejack's. Finding one another, the two tongues wrestled each other playfully, intertwined in a ritual of dancing and fondling. While their mouths held against one another, Applejack's hands moved down Rarity's back, and rubbed against the flesh of her smooth derriere. She gave the cheeks a slow, firm squeeze. The pressure in Rarity's loins jumped once again, and she unintentionally moaned in Applejack's mouth. Rarity pulled away a moment, and she fought to keep herself from screaming in lust.

“A-Applejack? Can I ask you for something?” Rarity asked, a string of clear fluid dripping from her lips and onto Applejack's dress.

“You can ask me anything, sugarcube.” she replied, still smiling towards Rarity.

“Could you...” Rarity wanted to ask so terribly, but hesitated in fear that it might sound vulgar or crass. “Um, between my legs, could you... kiss it?”

Applejack's eyes lit up, and she snorted in humor. “Just a kiss, huh?” She asked teasingly, extending her hand and gingerly caressing Rarity’s cheek. “Just a quick little peck, nothing else?”

Rarity lifted her hands against her face in embarrassment. “Well, you're certainly welcome to do more than just kiss it, if you wish.”

Applejack chuckled lightly. “Ain't a problem, missy. I'd be happy to.” Applejack kissed Rarity on the tip of her nose, before sliding off of the sofa and onto the floor. With her strong hands, she pushed Rarity's lower body over, so her back was against the couch and her legs facing the mirrors of the restroom. Her palms glided against the underside of her thighs. Grasping them firmly, she pushed them wide open. Rarity looked down, her moist, spread lips completely exposed to her friend. Applejack licked her own lips, staring at her target. With her mouth puckered slightly, she slowly leaned her head in, letting both of them writhe in the building anticipation.

And then Rarity felt it. Applejack's lips met her vulva. With the most gentle of care, the farmer applied a bit of force against her soft, moist flesh. She heard the farmer hum lightly, before a wet smack sounded out from pulling back. With her face still hovering over her entrance, Applejack looked up at Rarity seductively, the hot breath of her nostrils beating out against her throbbing clitoris.

She'd kissed it. Applejack had actually kissed her down there, in a place she dared show no one. She'd fantasized of it for so long, without ever thinking it would come true. But just as her nightmare had come to pass earlier, so too did one of her favorite daydreams.

Applejack wasn't finished with her yet. She moved her mouth back in, and once again pressed her lips against Rarity's crease. This time, she felt an additional movement down there. Applejack's tongue pushed forward, and penetrated Rarity's lips.

“Ahh!” Rarity threw her head back against the sofa and her chest sprang out in response to the shock of the new invader. She couldn't believe that Applejack was inside her at the moment. As much as she treasured a composed and proper soul, she found herself immensely turned on by Applejack's forwardness. It took a moment, but her body managed to acclimate to Applejack's ministrations, and her hips found a slow, steady rhythm to thrust at. Lowering her eyes back to Applejack, she moved her hands down to her head, brushing against the heap of beautiful blonde hair above her privates.

“Mm, Applejack...” Rarity moaned softly, delighted at the sensation of the lady's wet tongue sliding against the tightness of her soft inner walls.“You're such a wonderful girl.”

She felt Applejack's tongue pull back, escaping her caverns with a wet pop. She kept the tip of her tongue rigid, pulling it up across the surface of her lips, in the direction of her swelling clitoris. Rarity whimpered as she moved, until it met the little round nub. She gasped at the sensation, her feet latching against the cushions of the sofa as she struggled not to push forward too hard. Applejack's lips curled around her clitoris, and began to suck ever so slowly. Rarity felt her mind dissolve from the exquisite feeling that overtook her. Each suckle, each pull that Applejack made against her flesh, a playful tug on her heart. Rarity again tilted her head back in ecstasy.

Something caught her eye during the movement of her head. She feared for a moment that it might have been someone else in the restroom with them, watching the two in such a lewd act. Pulling her gaze forward, she realized what she had seen was merely her own reflection from the mirror in front of her. Rarity felt her heart rate increase as she realized what she was seeing.

It was herself. She was looking at herself, completely naked, sitting against a sofa in one of the restrooms of Canterlot castle. Her mouth hung open in lust as her legs were spread open quite crudely. And in between those legs, blocking out the sight of her own privates, was the back of the head of her dear friend. She couldn't see Applejack's face in the reflection, but she could see her head nod up and down with each lick against her clitoris. Though she knew she was partaking in the act herself, seeing it with her own eyes, as if she were an onlooker, brought on a new sense of excitement. Her eyes widened as the ticklish feeling in her legs and her clitoris accelerated at a rate that was slipping beyond her control.

“I'm about to cum, Applejack.” Rarity moaned helplessly, an effort to warn her friend of the oncoming flood of juices from within. A few seconds passed, and Applejack's face remained in its position. “A-Applejack? You're not going to pull away?”

Applejack shook her head, humming her intention to stay where she was. To prove her resolve, she kept her tongue pressed underneath Rarity's clitoris, flexing its muscles to lift up the throbbing nub just slightly. The pressure against it made the sensation rise at a rate that she couldn't possibly control. With the final remnants of control lost, Rarity let a powerful scream erupt from her chest in time with her intense orgasm.

“Ahhh! Oh, my, oh my, oh myyyy! Ahh!” With her arms against the cushion, Rarity flexed her hips forward as a rush of fluid spurted from her lips. It spewed into Applejack's open mouth, just underneath her tongue and dripped down her chin. Rarity remembered in an instant that Twilight was possibly still outside. She might not have heard anything else prior, but there would have been no way she couldn't have heard a scream that loud. Rarity put a hand to her lips to keep herself silent, riding off the remaining waves of her orgasm and whimpering with each pulse that rocked her.

After a few minutes of shivering, her body began to compose itself, a blissful sense of relaxation embracing every inch of her. Applejack pulled herself up, and wiped her mouth against the table cloth that had concealed Rarity's nakedness a moment prior. With Rarity still writhing in the bliss of her afterglow, Applejack lifted her just enough to sneak an arm underneath and held her tight.

Rarity leaned forcefully against Applejack without warning, pushing her against the cushions and pressed her mouth against the farmer's in a fierce kiss. She wanted with every fiber of her being to be as close to Applejack as possible. She wanted to become one with her, and never part again. Breaking the kiss, she rested her head against Applejack's chest. Applejack in turn had one hand against her hair, and another on her shoulder, keeping her in a close, warm embrace. Her nose rested above the purple hair of the dressmaker, taking in the sweet scent of her lilac perfume. A few minutes of silence passed between them, the only audible sound being the soft breath of Rarity against Applejack's chest.

“Rarity?” Applejack asked softly, making the lady against her stir in protest.

“Don't say it.” Rarity replied.

“I gotta say it.”

“No, please don't.”

“I think other ladies are gonna need this restroom at some point.” Applejack forced herself to say, despite even her own reservations. Rarity heaved a sigh of frustration.

“Why did you have to say it?” she whined childishly. She writhed and fawned playfully over Applejack’s body. “I don't want to get up. It feels so nice here.”

“Come on missy. We can't stay here forever. You know that.”

“Fine.” Rarity grumbled, heaving herself up from Applejack's chest and sitting against the couch. She leaned in toward Applejack's face, and the two shared a quick, final kiss on one another's lips. The two ladies' eyes locked one another for a moment, before Rarity bashfully looked away. Wrapping herself in the table cloth once again, she nodded to Applejack reluctantly.

“Okay Twilight.” Applejack called at a louder volume. “You can come in now.”

The door to the women's restroom opened, and Twilight's purple haired head poked out from the edge, looking at them both.

“Hey Rarity.” She called gingerly. “You feeling okay?”

“I suppose I feel slightly better than before.” Rarity replied, stealing a quick glance at Applejack beside her.

“I'll bet.” Twilight said back with a grin. Her remark drew peculiar looks from Rarity and Applejack. She cleared her throat hastily and stepped through the door.

“I have something for you.” She said to Rarity, pulling to the front what she had in her hands. Rarity saw in one hand the form of her purple dress, still covered in the repulsive green slime that the Smooze had left on it when he had groped her entire form. In her other hand was a pink pouch, its form weighed down with something within.

“I made Discord fetch it out of the vacuum it was stuck in. He's really sorry about what he did to you.”

“Did he actually apologize?” Rarity said flatly, wearing a grimace as she stared at Twilight.

“Uh, no, not exactly. But he is sorry in his own way.” Rarity rolled her eyes in disgust, before stepping up toward Twilight. “I'll have Fluttershy talk to him about it. Oh, Discord also got these back from the Smooze.” Twilight used her magic to levitate the contents of the bag out into the air. They were the jewels that were once affixed to Rarity's dress, before the Smooze had yanked them off. She saw that the jewels were sparkling and spotless, unlike her soggy and dripping dress.

“Ugh. Could he not be bothered to clean it up?”

“It's the weirdest thing. The stuff that the Smooze leaves behind has some sort of magical resistance. Even Discord couldn't do anything with it, neither could I.”

She attempted to lift the dress with her magic, but its force was a bit flimsy, and the dress faltered through the air several times. Whatever it was made of, it rendered Rarity's magic on it useless. Rarity reached out with a hand toward the dress, but felt the cloth around her slip away from her shoulder. It was going to be quite a struggle to hold the dress and keep her body concealed from the two ladies.

“Oh for goodness sake.” Rarity huffed, before stretching both arms out at once and grabbing the dress from Twilight. The table cloth fell to the floor and landed in a lump around her feet, revealing her naked body yet again. Twilight turned away and hid her eyes from Rarity. “It's alright Twilight.” Rarity grumbled. “Everyone else in this wretched castle has already seen it, including you. I might as well stop fussing over it while I'm in here.”

Twilight lowered her hand, and turned back to face her. A rosy tint appeared on her cheeks as she kept looking back and forth from Rarity to Applejack.

“You might as well say it, darling.” Rarity stated, inspecting the green goop on her dress closely.

“Say what?” Twilight asked innocently.

“We both know you're thinking it. You might as well get it out into the open air.”

Twilight scoffed humorously. “Honestly Rarity, I don't know what you mean. Applejack, what does she mean?”

Applejack offered Twilight a smirk with a raised eyebrow of disbelief.

“You never had a good pokerface, Twilight.” She said teasingly. “Just say it.”

“I can't believe you two did that in a CANTERLOT BATHROOM!” Twilight exclaimed in a huff. Applejack guffawed hugely, while Rarity herself let an amused smirk slip across her face. “I was out in front of the door the whole time, having to listen to... THAT!”

“Ya didn't have to stay, your majesty!”

“Yes I did, Applejack! I had to stand guard to make sure nobody else came in here while you were busy 'consoling' her. Do you know how many angry ladies I had to send to the bathroom upstairs?”

“I apologize Twilight, on both our behalfs.” Rarity said, using the tablecloth as a makeshift cover for her hand. With her palm covered, she squeezed the fabric of her dress from both sides, and scraped the green slime off of the end of her dress. “I was not quite in a state of mind to be rational at the time. I was in much need of some moral support, which I'm happy that Applejack was able to provide.”

Twilight pinched her brow in frustration, an aggravated groan escaping her throat. “At any rate, I'm glad it worked Rarity. I was really worried about you after Applejack pulled you away.”

“Well, it certainly was unfortunate.” Rarity said, patting her dress as dry as she could for the moment. “But I'm of much stronger character than some might believe.” With her dress now free of the chunky green mess, she was able to levitate it into the air and over her head, slipping back into its embrace. Despite the added heaviness of her dress, a world of weight was lifted off of her mind. She secure once again being fully dressed (even without and undergarments on underneath). She hovered the bright, gleaming gems back into place. With the exception of some faint dark spots on her dress, she seemed back to her normal, regal self.

“That's wonderful.” Twilight said in admiration of her resolve. “Right, I think this bathroom's been closed long enough. You girls ready to get back out there?”

The two ladies nodded. Applejack hoisted herself up from the couch and stepped toward the door. Before she could step across the threshold, Rarity reached out for her closest hand and grabbed it firmly with both of her own.

“I want to believe that I've just gotten through the worst of it, and that nothing else bad will happen tonight.” Rarity said softly. “ Just in case it does, I know I can ride it out, as long as you're close by.” Rarity squeezed her hand softly, in admiration of Applejack, her hero for the night.

Applejack smiled back and nodded reassuringly. “You can get yourself through it just fine. But I'm more than happy to help make it easier for ya.” Applejack gently guided Rarity out into the hallway, holding her hand in tow. Rarity had no reason to doubt her. Applejack, not only the strongest of her friends, but also one to pull a hidden strength from others when they themselves weren't aware of its existence. Whatever danger the rest of the night held for her, she and Applejack would get through it together, with a sense of courage she hadn't in her wildest dreams thought possible.