Bloodymare Rarity

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The sounds of somepony knocking on the front door awoke Rarity from her slumber.

“Rarity! Wake up!” A voiced called from outside. It was Applejack.

Rarity, rolled out from under her sheets and rubbed her eyes. “Morning already?” she grumbled.

“You need to hurry up and get on outta here,” Applejack yelled, from outside.

Whatever is the matter? she thought.

“What time is it?” Rarity yawned, looking up toward the clock on the wall.

It’s only 9:00, she thought. Rarity’s eyes grew wide. Oh dear…

“Trenderhooof will be here in 15 minutes!” Applejack yelled.

Rarity jumped out of her bed.

“I’ll be down in a minute!” she yelled in response. She ran into the nearest bathroom and frantically began washing her face.

Applejack tapped her hooves impatiently as several minutes went by. “Rarity, what’s taking so long?” she asked.

“Nothing I’m just… putting on my makeup,” Rarity answered, while still applying her eyelashes.

“Rarity, we ain’t got time to look fancy,” Applejack argued. “Hurry up and get your hiney out her so we can get moving. First impressions are everything.”

“Coming!” Rarity called as she ran down the steps. She exited through the door. “Quick! How does my mane look?” she asked.

“Fine. Now let’s go!” Applejack quickly replied. “Last pony there is a rotten apple core.”

The two ponies made a dash toward the train station. They made several twists and turns on their way. After some time, Rarity’s breathing became heavy. Gradually, Applejack got further and further ahead of her.

It must be all of those cartons of vanilla oat swirl, she thought.

Rarity began to slow down to a stop. “Wait!” she called, panting heavily.

Applejack stopped and turned. “There’s no time to wait,” she answered back. “Trenderhoof will be here any minute.”

“But I’m too tired,” Rarity complained. “Besides, I don’t want to be all sweaty when I meet him. It’s just not elegant.”

Applejack frowned and tapped her hooves impatiently as Rarity slowly made her way towards her. To her, looking extra spiffy was no excuse to be late. Besides, Rarity should have done all of that before the scheduled train’s arrival. Her frown became a devilishly sinister grin as a mischievous thought came to mind.

“First pony there gets to marry him!” she said.

Rarity squinched her face in bewilderment. “What do you mean? Marry him?” she said, still catching up to Applejack.

“Just what I said sugar cube. You’d best get to steppin’,” she teased.

“Wait just a minute,” Rarity was only five feet away before Applejack sprinted away.

Rarity immediately followed doing the same. “Hey! Get back here!” she yelled, galloping after her. “Trenderhoof won’t just simply marry you.”

“Sure he will!” Applejack responded. “Right after I give him the tour of Ponyville all by myself. Just don’t be late for the wedding too,” she teased, while still ahead of Rarity.

“Oh no you don’t!” Rarity yelled as she began to pick up speed. “You’re not taking him on the tour. I am!”

“Well somepony better stop me,” Applejack teased

Rarity, now fully determined, galloped with all of her might and was quickly gaining on Applejack.

“That a girl,” said Applejack. “Now let’s see what you’re really made of,” she haughtily shouted.

She dashed ahead at full speed, no longer holding back.

“That all you got Rarity?” Applejack taunted.

“Trenderhoof will me mine you hear me? MINE!!” Rarity screamed.

Slowly but surely, Applejack began to gain more and more distance ahead of her. Try as she might, Rarity’s body just couldn’t keep up with her determination.

“Trenderhoof is gonna be my little hubby,” Applejack teased.

Applejack had gained so much distance ahead of her. Rarity was beginning to lose sight of her through the twists and turns they constantly made.

“Hey, wait up,” Rarity called, now out of breath. “Applejack!”

The orange mare disappeared behind an old house as she made a turn onto another street. Rarity followed after her, but lost sight of her.

“That little stallion stealer!” she huffed angrily. Despite being tired, Rarity didn’t stop galloping. She knew the way. She had only hoped to catch up to her long gone friend.

When I find her, I’ll show her what for, she thought. Nopony steals my stallion and lives to tell about it!

She ran through many different small roads on her way to the station. Her destination was only several blocks away. Then, she heard something that caught her attention. She immediately stopped to catch her breath and listened.

What was that just now? she thought, panting, and looking around. She waited for a moment and then it happened again. It was an eerie noise that sounded afar off. She weighed whether it would be worth taking the time to find out what it was or not. Curiosity got the better of her and she followed the noise to investigate.

She went through a series of unfamiliar alleyways, following the noise. After a while, the sound became clearer and more distinct. It sounded as if somepony was drowning.

Rarity stopped to listen to it again. A few moments went by, and then she heard it. She cocked her head as she listened, trying to make out the distorted words.

“Help… Me…” she murmured, repeating what she had just barely heard.

Is somepony in trouble? Should I help them? Her thoughts raced as she tried to rationalize what she was hearing. Then, she heard it again.

She followed the voice through some alleyways into an old abandoned neighborhood, and came across a dirt road.

She didn’t see anypony around and this worried her, as she didn’t know any part of Ponyville that wasn’t alive and bustling with activity.

The sound had stopped, but she could guess where it was coming from. She trotted off the dirt road down a hill toward the underside of an old bridge that desperately needed renovation. She slowly crept under the shadow of the old crumbling bridge and looked around.

How… odd, she thought, as she looked around and saw no pony there. I could have sworn I…

Her thoughts we’re interrupted by faint groaning sounds. It was coming from the inside of one of the sewer tunnels located under the bridge. Her hooves slushed through the shallow muddy water as she slowly approached the tunnel.

“Hello?” said Rarity, peering inside. “Is anypony in there?” Her voice echoed down the tunnel, but otherwise returned no other response.

I… must be hearing things, she thought. I should… go back...

Just as she turned, she heard the voice again.

“Heeeelllp… gublub… meee…” the voice faintly wheezed.

Rarity’s pulse began to rise. Somepony seemingly needed help, but she couldn’t shake the subtle, but growing fear that made the hairs on her back stand on end.

She hesitated at first, but nevertheless ventured into the dark, foul smelling tunnel.

“Hold on I’m coming,” she answered, in response to the sound.

She illuminated her horn so she could see. The tunnel was narrow and seemingly stretched endlessly from where she stood into darkness. She slowly walked deeper into the tunnel, stopping every time she heard the groans. The deeper she went, the more the darkness seemed to envelope the light emanating from her horn. The sound became closer and closer as she carefully walked towards it.

It had been several minutes since she had last heard the sounds. Then, she heard it again.

She stopped, for whatever made the noise, was no more than a few feet away. She struggled to keep the light from her horn glowing. It was barely bright enough to see the orange pony with a golden mane dampened with sewer water, curled up into a corner with her back turned.

Moments went by as Rarity stared at the now quiet mare.

“…are you… alright?” She asked in a sheepish tone. Her legs were shaking and her breathing stammered a little, as she asked in concern. She looked a little closer and made out the three apples present on the pony’s flank.

It was unmistakable. The cutie mark could only belong to Applejack.

“Ap… Applejack?” she stuttered. “Good heavens Applejack. You scared me.”

What is she doing all the way out here so deep in a sewer tunnel? She thought.

“…blubwhy?” the curled up pony whispered, facing the wall at the end of the tunnel.

Rarity remained silent for several moments in response to the ambiguous question.

“…Why what?” Rarity finally responded. “Applejack… what are you doing way out here?”

The curled up pony produced no reaction to Rarity’s question.

“If this is some kind of joke, then it isn’t funny, Applejack,” Rarity remarked, nervously.

The mare said nothing, only remaining still and silent.

“Applejack?” Said Rarity, as she extended her hoof, touching the mare’s shoulder.

The orange pony jumped.

In response to what she saw, Rarity retracted her hoof in horror.

The orange mare’s head had been bludgeoned, so much that it distorted the shape of her head and face. Dried blood had trickled down all over her face and mane as a result of the injury.

Rarity screamed, but no sound escaped her lips.

The injured pony reached out to grab her. “Why didn’t you help me?” She cried. Her eyes began to melt out of their sockets, followed by her skin, internal organs, and then skeleton, all into a red liquid onto the sewer floor. “Why didn’t you blububub meeeeblubub?”

The now petrified unicorn turned to run, but couldn’t move faster than a few inches per second. The blood washed over her and soon and filled the dark endless tunnel, robbing her of her vision and breath. The crimson liquid filled her mouth and nostrils with the metallic scent and taste of thick blood as she tried to make her escape down the tunnel that only led deeper into darkness.

Rarity jumped out from under the blankets, breathing heavily. It was the middle of the night. She and her bedsheets were drenched in sweat.

What an awful nightmare, she thought.

She pulled the sheets above her head, trying not to think about what transpired in the dream. It gave her shivers. She resisted the urge to fall back asleep. But sleep eventually overcame her.

She awoke the following morning, got dressed and headed down to the train station where she would meet Applejack as planned.

When she got there, she noticed the Applejack sitting on a nearby bench reading a newspaper. She trotted over to join her.

“Your late,” Applejack stated, turning a page without looking up at Rarity.

“Oops. My apologies,” Rarity responded. “It’s just that I… didn’t sleep too well…”

“Nervous about meeting a new pony?” said Applejack. Applejack sighed. “Well, the train is running late too. So I guess yer’ of the hook.”

Rarity sat on the bench next to Applejack “I really must thank you for tagging along.” She said. “Meeting Trenderhoof on my own just seems a bit overwhelming.”

“Sure thing sugarcube,” said Applejack. “Anything for the Ponyville day’s pony of ceremonies.”

A few minutes later, the train became visible from down the tracks. Rarity licked her hooves and began anxiously straightening her mane. She pulled out a mirror and began inspecting her make up.

“Sumthin’ the matter?” Applejack questioned. “You seem a bit flustered.”

“Me? Flustered?” Rarity retorted. “Nonsense! I’m ready for anything. Now how does my mane look?” Rarity asked while pulling out a bottle of perfume.

“You look fine,” Applejack reassured.

Rarity leaned over close to Applejack and whispered into her ear. “Quick! Does this dress make my plot look big?” Rarity asked quietly.

“What? I mean er… I guess,” said Applejack.

“Perfect!”

The train had arrived. Many ponies were exiting the train. Sure enough, Trenderhoof eventually appeared.

Rarity gasped quietly. “It’s him! It’s him!”

“Well don’t be shy. Let’s go over and meet him,” said Applejack.

Rarity nervously approached the tall pony with a camera strapped around his neck.

“Greetings. My name is Rarity and I’ll be giving you a tour of the town”

“The name is Trenderhoof but you can just call me Trend.”

Rarity giggled as she began to introduce her friend Applejack.

“This here is my friend Applejack. She will be accompanying us on the tour and-”

Before Rarity could finish, Trenderhoof’s attention toward her words had dissipated. Stunned by the sight he beheld, Rarity’s voice faded as he adored the golden mane and pony tail of the orange mare. He gawked at her chiseled calves, built for power. In all of his travels, He had never seen anything like it.

Applejack broke his trance with a greeting and extended a hoof. “Howdy’ pardner’! The name’s Applejack. Nice to meet ya!”

Trenderhoof awoke from his trance. “Oh! Um, hi. The name is Trenderhoof. Nice to meet you too,” he said, shaking her hoof, taking note of the firm handshake she gave.

“Excellent!” said Rarity. “Now that we are all acquainted let’s get started shall we?”

Rarity led them away. She took them to different places such as the spa, Sugarcube Corner and the library and gave the two a brief history on each. Then they started on their way towards Sweet Apple Acres.

Trenderhoof followed behind noting the marvelous size of Applejack’s voluptuous plot. He stared for most of the way. It wasn’t often that he saw a pony so fit and with such a rockin’ hot body. Applejack couldn’t help but notice his subtle gaze.

“Wacha lookin’ at?” Applejack asked.

“Oh um nothing.” Trenderhoof responded, quickly looking away.

Applejack quickly checked herself for any mud stains, despite explicitly remembering that she had previously showered that morning. She found none, leaving her just a tad bit bewildered.

Suddenly, a flash from behind startled her.

Applejack jumped and turned around.

“What was that?” she asked.

“What was what?” replied Rarity.

“You mean you didn’t see that?” Applejack asked.

“I don’t understand. See what?” asked Rarity in bewilderment.

“Um I uh… didn’t… see anything either.” Said Trenderhoof, nervously.

“Er, nevermind.” Said the orange mare.

The tour went on with Rarity getting a little antsy.

This may be the only chance I’ll have to score a date with Trenderhoof. I have to do something to grab his attention. Rarity thought for a moment. I’ve got it!

Rarity dropped her saddlebag, causing its contents to spill all over the ground.

“Oh, clumsy me,” she sang, bending over steeply, to pick them up.

Brilliant! Now with my things scattered about, he’ll be a gentlecolt pick them up for me. When we both reach for the perfume bottle, our hooves with meet, and then… then…

Rarity giggled as her thoughts ensued. Awaking from her thoughts, she reached first for the bottle of perfume lying on the ground. Her hoof was met with another. Her face instantly reddened into a better red color. She slowly brought her gaze toward the benevolent helper. Oh Trender-

“Need some help?” said Applejack, picking up the bottle and interrupting Rarity’s thoughts.

Surprised, Rarity looked around only to see Trenderhoof scrolling through some pictures on his camera. She sighed in disappointment.

The two picked up all of the fallen items and loaded them back into the bag.

“Thanks again,” said Rarity.

“Sure thing sugarcube,” said Applejack.

The wind began to pick up. A light breeze managed to blow Applejack’s hat from off the top of her head.

“Oh, let me get that for you,” said Rarity.

Just then, before Rarity even had a chance, Trenderhoof zipped past the two toward the fallen hat. “I’ve got it!” he said, catching it even before it hit the ground.

He quickly brought it to Applejack. “Here you go.”

“Why uh… Thanks,” said Applejack.

“My pleasure.”

Rarity stood jaw dropped in response to how fast Trenderhoof rushed to Applejack’s aid but not her own.

Why didn’t he do the same for me? she thought. Perhaps he didn’t see me drop my saddlebag. Nevertheless I must keep trying.

As the tour went on, Trendehoof intentionally lagged behind to maintain his stare.

Noticing his stares, the orange pony continually checked for marks, stains, anything. He would always seem to look away as soon as she caught him. This bothered her. She tried to counteract his stares by lagging behind as well to no avail, as he would just lag behind even further.

The tour was coming towards an end as they approached their last stop.

“This is Sweet Apple Acres. Here is where their notorious cider will be made for the festival. Have you ever tasted their cider Trend?” she turned asking her question, only to see that she was alone.

“Now where have those two run off to?” She pondered.

Off in the distance, she could see the two ponies beside each other at a standstill.

“Why are you two so far behind?” she shouted.

“Don’t worry,” Applejack shouted back. “We’ll be right there.”

“Well could you two please hurry along?” yelled Rarity. “I haven’t got all day.”

“Well, after you pardner’” said Applejack to Trenderhoof.

“Ladies first.” said Trenderhoof.

The orange pony folded her arms. “I’m not budgin’ until you do.”

“Uh, ok” Trenderhoof awkwardly replied.

With that, Trenderhoof took a few steps forward. As soon as he did, Applejack did the same. Trenderhoof would frequently stop in an attempt to regain his view. The cow pony however, was too keen on his tricks, and always stopped as soon as he did. Rarity tapped her hooves impatiently as the two slowly made their way towards her. This went on for what seemed like hours.

Upon reaching her, Applejack remembered that she had to be back to the farm no later than dusk. She would only then have just enough time to finish her chores and reach her quota. The sun was already beginning to set as the sky was fading into a reddish orange.

“Rarity?” said Applejack. “You think we can skip the farm for now and maybe pick this up tomorrow? It’s just that I have a ton of chores to do in order to supply the demands for the ceremony.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Oh alright.”

She then turned to Trenderhoof. “Well Trendy, it appears as if we’re going to have to continue this another day as it would seem that we are out of time…. I wonder why,” said Rarity, sarcastically. “I hope you’re not disappointed, dear.”

“Not at all,” said Trenderhoof. “I look forward to visiting the farm tomorrow.”

“Then it’s settled,” said Rarity.

After they showed Trenderhoof to his inn, the two walked home together since it was on the same path.

“Rarity?” said Applejack, breaking the silence.

“Yes dear?” Rarity answered.

“Do you see anything on my flank?”

Rarity, curious as to why she would such a question, went and took a look. She examined her from top to bottom but didn’t see anything strange.

“Anything like what?” she asked in bewilderment.

“You know. Anything strange.”

“Well I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.”

Rarity proceeded to inspect her tail and cutie mark.

“Your tail is just as passé as ever. Nothing strange about your cutie mark either.”

Finished with inspecting her tail, Rarity’s curiosity compelled her to ask more about it.

“Why? Is there something the matter?” she asked.

“Well your friend Trendy for some reason just kept starin’ at me. Thought I might have something back there. I was fine with it at first but then it just got downright creepy. He just kept… starin’.”

I wonder what she’s talking about? Rarity thought.

She then remembered how strange the two were acting earlier.

What was it about Applejack’s flank that could have caught his attention?

“Unless!” Rarity blurted out loudly. “It’s your butt.”

“What about my butt?” asked Applejack.

“That’s what he was looking at.” Said Rarity, in amazement.

“Yes I know that sugar cube,” said Applejack in a dull tone. “What I’d like to know is why.”

Rarity’s jaw dropped at the thought of her crush crushing on her total opposite, Applejack.

“Because… Because…” Rarity began to sob between her words. “He… He…”

“What… what is it?” Said Applejack, burning with suspense.

Rarity’ sobs quickly became cries as the realization of the situation fully sank in. The pony she admired fell for another, and for a completely opposite one at that. She was a pony who had refined tastes. Applejack compared to her was just a tactless farm pony with not a hint of class.

“It’s because he likes you so much and not me,” Rarity cried. “Now you’re going to get married and live the life of a dream with the handsome Trenderhoof.”

“Wait, just hold on a second sugar cube,” Applejack intervened. But Rarity went on.

“And then you’ll move in with him, and have little Trender babies.”

“Whoa, slow your role pardner,” Applejack intervened once again. “None of that stuff is gonna happen.”

Rarity, still sobbing, let out a squeaky mouse like coo. “Really?”

“Yep! It sure ain’t,” Applejack explained “I don’t know why he’s so interested in me to be honest. I swear I don’t even like the guy. He’s just not my type.”

Through the sobs, Rarity began to speak. “Really?”

“Yup!” Applejack reassured. She then said with a smile “I’ll tell you what. Next time, since I know you like him so much, I’ll try to be your wingmare.”

Rarity sobbed. “Really?” She squeeked.

“You darn tootin’!” Applejack answered. “Now I’ve never done this before, so please bear with me.”

Rarity’s face lit up with relief. Her change of mood was so fast that even applejack was surprised.

“Oh splendid!” Rarity said with excitement. She began rubbing her hooves deviously. “Simply put, He’ll be mine for the taking.”

“Yup! He’s all yours,” Applejack stated as they approached their crossroads. Their homes we’re in separate directions. “Well I’ll see you at Sweet Apple Acres tomorrow.”

“Ta-Ta.”

With that, the two went to their respective homes to rest for the night.