Delicate hands set the proper adjustments, giving out thoughtful hums as the finishing touches were applied. Everything had to be just so if her plan was going to have any chance of succeeding. As the pale skinned seamstress applied a fresh layer of blue eye shadow in front of her vanity, a coy Cheshire cat-like grin spread over her crimson colored lips. She couldn’t help but to shiver in anticipation of how the evening would play out, her mind flipping through scenario after delectable scenario in the sanctity of her bedroom; their bedroom. She licked her lips to give them a moist sheen in order to achieve maximum desirability.

Sapphire eyes glanced at the mounted clock on the wall by the door, seeing the hands pointing to the appropriate roman numerals. 6:38pm. Her lover would be home soon, no doubt spent and tired from toiling over her family’s land. Not toiling, per se. It was more like a labor of love. Ohh, but Rarity would be ready to ease her farmers’ aches and pains, and funnily enough, relieve her own as well. Rarity had been…wanting for the past few days, and tonight neither would go without!

The fashionista then stood up from the her seat and gave herself a quick once-over with appraising eyes, scrutinizing her preparations the same way she scrutinizes her dresses. With a sure flick of her curled tail, Rarity silently deemed herself ready!

Rarity made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairwell, her black stiletto heels clacking against the floor as she hurried to assume her position. Hopefully more than one by the end of the night as well! A delicate ear twitched as the muffled sounds of keys jingling beyond the front door. She smiled, resisting the urge to clamp her teeth down onto her lower lip as Rarity moved to stand in front of the entryway. She smoothed her hands over her styled purple updo to keep it in check and then settled her hands down.

‘Aaaaaand….ACTION!’

The farmer ambled from her pick-up towards the front door of her home away from home, her lunch box in one hand and her tool box in the other. Clad in a heavy denim jacket with a parka rimmed collar, red plaid shirt and worn jeans, the farmer Applejack slung her lunch box over to her other hand and used her newly freed hand to sift through her keys in search of the house key.

‘Landsakes, I’m beat! Pretty sure it’d have taken longer to get done if Big Mac hadn’t brought Luna over with him. Come to think of it, I don’t think she’s supposed to be doing that much work though. Can’t be good for the bun in the oven, wouldn’t wanna stress ‘em both out. Guess I’ll talk to ‘em about it later.’

Metal ground against metal as Applejack slid the appropriate key into the key slot. With a relieved sigh she gave the key a familiar turn and twisted the knob to push the door open. As she stepped inside the house, the farmer stood frozen suddenly at the spectacle presented before her eyes.

There standing at the foot of the stairwell was her Rarity, sporting the most enticing maid outfit she had ever seen!

The Italian black leather bodice hugged her hourglass frame well, its form fitting flexibility adding lift to her succulent breasts as well as giving a better view of cleavage. The skirt stopped well above mid-thigh and the flared white-tip ruffles barely concealed the lavender garters strapped to her thighs and hips. Her long legs donned pale gray fishnet stockings with shined black stiletto heels on her feet. Her purple tail swayed patiently as Rarity stood with her hands, sporting white cuffs around her slender wrists, clasped politely at her front atop her apron. Around her soft neck was a black thick leather choker with a golden apple at the base of her throat.

A pleasant smile stretched over Rarity’s face as she saw Applejack stand stock still at the door. It stretched even further when the blonde farmer numbly dropped her lunch box and tool box with a noisy clatter. “Welcome home, my mistress!”

Rarity gave a little bow of her head as she greeted Applejack, her lovely eyes downcast as she addressed her, the downward motion displaying the deep curve of her generous cleavage in the process. The dumbstruck farmer blinked several times before she regained the ability to form words again. She cleared her throat in an attempt to bat off the remaining haze of confusion in her green eyes. “Uh, Rare? What in the sam hill is goin’ on here? And what’s with the lacey getup?"

She watched as Rarity shifted her shoulders uneasily, her eyes still downcast and her ears drooped in dejection. “Does….Does this not please my mistress’ eye?"

"H-Hey now! I didn't say it wasn't appealin'!"

Rarity mentally grinned as she maintained a look of dejection. Seeing Applejack get flustered was just too fun to pass up, even as she was in costume. "S-So...my mistress is pleased....by what her servant girl has made for her?"

"'Course I'am, sugarcube. But please stop with the 'mistress' thing, makes me feel like I'm a seedy madam or somethin'."

Immediately Rarity lit back to life, smiling happily towards the farmer. "Marvelous, Mi- er, Master~!"

Applejack made a motion to speak up again but stopped and let it be. 'At least it don't make me sound too awful. Wonder what's got her more excited than a dog chasing a cat.'

"I've prepared my Master's dinner this evening. Would Master like to wash up before supper?" As Rarity spoke, Applejack bent down to take up her discarded things and place them in the closet near the door.

But something about the way Rarity said that made Applejack's ear perk in response. It meant something but her mind came up blank as to what it really meant. "Er, sure thing, sugarcube. Just lemme put my boots away and I'll head on up and do that." She slid off her boots and bent to put them away with the rest of the things, but Rarity motioned towards them first.

"Allow me, Master~."

Rarity moved to stand in front of Applejack and proceeded to bend over as she reached for the boots. Applejack noticed the unlady-like way the seamstress-slash-maid bent to get the boots, her curled tail rising up as she did. The farmer found herself glued to the sight of the fashionista's undergarments. Or lack thereof. As she retrieved the boots, Rarity looked over her shoulder with lidded eyes and smiling daintily as if she were oblivious to the blonde's stares. She gave a slow swish of her tail, making sure to present everything, before rising back up and standing straight. She then sauntered over to the closet and tucked the items away, doing the same with the other things.

*click*

Oh.

The boots and toolbox disappeared inside of the closet.

Oh!

Taking the lunchbox, Rarity gave a polite little bow before turning into the direction of the kitchen.

OH~

Green eyes followed the deliberate sway of curved hips as they disappeared into the kitchen. The fancy lacey outfit, the "washing" and the whole "Master" thing.....She recalled only one other time this familiar scenario played out, and it's been considerably a long time since they redid the whole "role-playing" thing. First time it happened, Applejack was so confused by the whole thing, it ended up turning into a big ol' fight between her and Rarity. And then the fight turned into.....a "fight". The whole thing was then explained to her as they wound down from their second "fight".

But now everything began to click in her noggin, and this time around the farmer was a little more knowledgeable about the situation, and knew exactly how to approach this.

"Rares! Hold up a sec, sugar!" Applejack called out to her as she followed.

Rarity hummed inquisitively as she set the lunchbox down with a noisy clatter. "Yes, Master?"

"Um...."

The farmer went through her mind, trying to think of a reason to head upstairs. "Oh! I was lookin' for my orange bandana this mornin' but couldn't find it. Would you mind helpin' me look for it 'fore we eat? I wanted to take it with me for tomorrow."

Blue discerning eyes caught the subtle shift of green eyes as Applejack tried to play along. The little quirk of her mouth was also one of her "tells". She wanted to giggle at the attempt but bit the feeling back, maintaining her submissive nature.

"Of course, my Master. My apologies for not laying it out for you earlier."

'I can think of somethin' else you could 'lay out for me', sugarcube~' "Thank ya kindly, Rares."

Leaving the lunchbox atop the counter, Rarity lead the way upstairs, her heels clacking against the floor as Applejack followed behind her, staring at her legs and tail all the while.

Once upstairs, they made their way to their bedroom. As Rarity made her way over to the dresser drawers Applejack made sure the door was closed and locked it as quietly as her hands could allow. Meanwhile, Rarity had opened up the middle drawer and sifted through the folded clothes that lay within it.

She barely caught motion from the corner of her eye before looking up at the mirror that was there on their dresser drawers. Applejack had come up behind her, her emerald orbs staring straight back at Rarity's blue ones, grinning knowingly. The fashionista couldn't help the way her heart began to race at the predatory look of her farmer, the increase in blood flow making color rise onto her pale cheeks. "M-Master? Is s-something the ma-"

Her words were interrupted as Applejack closed the distance between them and she hugged the fashion maid in a possessive embrace from behind, the sudden motion making Rarity let out a sharp and surprised squeal, though she neither fought nor struggled.

"Close the drawer."

Rarity stared wide eyed at their reflection in the mirror, swallowed and did as she was told, closing the drawer with slightly shaking hands. She saw the familiar glint in her farmer's eyes, that little challenging glare she would often make when being competitive with Rainbow Dash.

"Good girl~", whispered Applejack. She then leaned in close to a white ear, purposely blowing hot air into it before whispering. "Now, go over to the closet and get out my flask from the top where you keep your shoe boxes."

The farmer smirked at seeing Rarity's eyes widen even more. The woman began to shake with anticipation. That, combined with Applejack's uncompromising commands, made her eyes dilate as she became aroused. "Y-Yes, Master", she breathed out shakily before stepping out of Applejack's embrace and heading over to their walk-in closet.

Inside, Rarity reached up towards the empty boxes and fished around for a big wooden cigar box that held Applejack's flask, going on her tiptoes to stretch herself upward for a better reach. Parting the boxes, her eyes fell onto a big wooden box and pulled it down from the shelf.

"Don't open it just yet though, sugar. For now just bring it here and come back to me."

"Yes, Master."

Maid Rarity did as she was told and set the box down onto the dresser. She then turned to Applejack and awaited further instructions. The farmer then closed her eyes for a moment to think of what to do next. They were lovers but she was still new to this whole "role-play" thing of the relationship, so she thought back on her training days with Winona. She then opened her eyes again and smiled warmly at Rarity.

Applejack brought up a heavy hand and ran her fingers through her maid's styled purple updo slowly, a gentle smile on her freckled face. "Who's my good girl?~"

Hearing this made Rarity's cheeks flush deeper, internally giddy as she noted Applejack getting familiar with the role-playing. "I...I' am, Master.~"

"Is yer name 'I', sugarcube?"

"No, Master."

"So let's try it again. Who's my good girl?~"

"R-Rarity is Master's good girl~." With a bashful sideways tilt of her head, maid Rarity gave a playful swish of her long purple tail at Applejack's approval.

She saw Applejack's smile widen, her hand coming up again towards her hair once more, only this time she sank her fingers into her hair and massaged the woman's scalp in a gentle stroke. The motion made Rarity shiver and caused goose flesh to form up her arms.

"Much better. Now I think good listenin' deserves a nice li'l reward."

And with that, Applejack closed the distance between them in a deep kiss. The farmer couldn't help but to grin into the kiss as her maid let out a squeaky gasp as she shoved her tongue past her lips. Rarity visibly trembled, her stocking clad knees wobbling unsteadily at her master's attention.

Applejack let out a throaty groan as their kiss went on. And as much as she enjoyed the taste of Rarity's lips, a wanting ache was beginning to rise in the farmer's gut. Things were moving too slowly, too leisurely. They'd both been pent up now for the past week. If the weight of their occupations didn't get in the way, it was the lack of energy by days' end that prevented them from "properly" being together, as the fashionista would put it. And as much as she knew Rarity loved the rich substance of a good in-depth role-play, Applejack also knew her woman had a libido as healthy as her own, if not more insatiable. So she decided to move things up a notch, taking the reins of what Rarity had started.

Rarity, meanwhile, was lost in the depth of their kiss. The moment she felt the warmth of Applejack's tongue flood her mouth, she lost all hope in maintaining her role as "Maid Servant" and instead, became a shuddering, trembling woman in heat. So intoxicated with this awakened neediness, Rarity didn't notice a hand slide down the length of her body, tracing the clothed lines of her womanly curves and outlining the hourglass shape. What she did notice, however, was when the very same calloused hand disappeared beneath the skirt of her uniform. A surprised squeal erupted from Rarity's mouth and wide blue eyes stared up at calm green ones, her iris's dilated as her arousal continued to grow.

A deep flush spread over her pale cheeks, nearly matching her shade of lipstick at what the farmer was doing.

Beneath her skirt Rarity felt Applejack's hand cup her exposed sex. Long and thick fingers, seasoned with insurmountable strength, caressed her slick folds with great gentleness. "Mm~ Lookee here at this mess I done found~." Her fingers moved slowly, teasingly, along the moisture seeping through her lovers' lips. Hot and smooth flesh yielded to the farmer's calloused digits as she continued to rub and stroke. Rarity, in turn, let out slight squeaks and wanting little mewls as she was being touched and attended to. Her hands gripped the farmer's shoulders as she fought to maintain her small sounds, as well as trying to stay on her feet.

"Ahh~...A-Appl-....Mmm~..M-Masterr..."

Rarity's voice sounded tense and strained, nearly pleading. Another look into her eyes and Applejack could see that her seamstress was ready. Well past ready. Her eyes and her body were all but screaming "FUCK ME" at the farmer. It was only her stubborn mind that kept her from breaking character, since it was Rarity herself that wanted to get in a little creative foreplay. And in the fashion maid's eyes, Applejack could see her own reflection mirroring the same feeling as her green eyes were also dilated. Both were at their limits.

"Rarity.....", the farmer whispered heavily against her painted lips. She felt them quiver as the fashion maid fought to produce words but a quick peck from the farmer told her to remain silent. "Get me mah flask, sug. Right now."

With a quick nod, Rarity brought her magic to life in the form of a light blue hue. It formed from the middle of her forehead and with a well practiced control, reached out mentally for the cigar box. The wooden box was sealed inside a light blue hold and it was slowly levitated towards where they stood in the middle of the room. With no prompting, Rarity opened up the box and levitated the single silver flask out of its' molded resting place. Not surprisingly, a trio of apples were emblazoned across the center of the flask, indicating who it belonged to. "H-Here is your flask...my master~."

Applejack's hand never left Rarity's hot lips, using the other hand instead to twist the top off as Rarity continued to hold up the flask in her magical grip. "Rares. Honey, I know you've put alotta thought into this, lotta...work into it. I do, an' I appreciate it. But Rares...you an' I both know neither of us got the patience for it anymore."

Her heavy breathing beat against Rarity's lips and chin as she spoke, only serving to fan her arousal even more. The farmer, her farmer, was considerate and loving to a fault, always looking out for Rarity's interests before her own. That alone made her heart ache for her lover even more.

But as heavily aroused as she was, the fashionista couldn't help the little whine that came from her lips as she realized Applejack was right. She could play the part even better than the top ranking theatre elites! But for the life of her, Rarity was beginning to curse her habit for theatrics as the ache, not to mention the dampness, rose from her loins. Her body was getting hot, thighs squirming as her need rose at an irritating rate. Applejack's hand stilled as she brought up the rim of the flask to her lips and took in a long greedy swig of it, green eyes never leaving half lidded blue ones.

The contents of the flask was drained in mere seconds and the metal container was tossed aside, empty. The farmer's breath smelled of a coffee flavored liquor, making the fashion maid feel slightly heady from it. Applejack's cheeks were now flushed, her freckles nearly vanishing into the blush that stained her tanned face.

She was breathing heavily, as if she had done another running of the leaves with Rainbow Dash. In one swift motion, the blonde took up Rarity in her strong arms and stepped impatiently towards their bed. Rarity was deposited onto the bed with a heavy pant, Applejack's hand leaving her wet folds momentarily, earning yet another slight whine from the fashion maid, to fly towards her belt buckle. Applejack had a strained look on her face now and was sweating, as if something was causing her pain. As she worked her belt and pants, Rarity used her magic to unlatch her corset and the buttons of her farmer's flannel work shirt. Applejack advanced on Rarity, forcing her onto her back as she sat over her middle.

The sound of a zipper rang through their ears as Applejack shimmied her hips out of her denim pants. Rarity looked down to where the pants were bunched around Applejack's knees and let out a breathy gasp at what she saw.

There, sticking out from beneath the hem of the farmer's underwear, was a fully erect cock. Thick in width and the soft tissue strained amidst pulsing veins. Now THAT was home grown Apple material right there! Normally, ladies would balk at such blatant shows of immodesty. Would scream at the vulgarity of it! But right now, the fashion maid was no lady; Rarity was the very embodiment of a physically starved nympho.

As Rarity eyed the fully engorged appendage she unconsciously licked her lips, her dilated eyes staring at it akin to the way a desert dweller would eye an ice cold glass of water. A rough hand slipping inside an open corset made the fashion maid come back to her senses. She looked up towards the blonde above her and saw the aroused look in her 'masters' green eyes. The wandering hand hooked her index finger at the front of Rarity's lacy bra and, with a sure downward tug, exposed her generous breasts. Rarity let out a surprised breath at the sudden contact of air against her naked chest, her lovely face growing redder with an intense blush at the seemingly barbaric aggression. An aggression that made her quiver with a near animalistic need to be fucked senseless.

Applejack dove her head into Rarity's bare breasts, darting her tongue into the wedge of her cleavage while rubbing her nose into the ample flesh. Rarity in turn hugged the blonde's head as she attacked her breasts, moaning loud as the hand between her legs began pumping against her aroused clit. The farmer felt Rarity get wetter from her quickening fingers. The length she now bared strained and throbbed in response, wanting to find and claim its warm sheath home.

The blonde farmer kicked off her pants entirely and nudged herself in between her maids' wet, open legs. Rarity instinctually brought up her hips and brushed her sopping wet cleft against the hardened length of Applejack's cock, causing the farmer to growl out through grit teeth. Green and blue met amidst the haze of their passion. Applejack opened Rarity's legs wider, holding her by the ankles and raising her heeled feet into the air.

Wordlessly she plunged herself in. Rarity let out a throaty cry as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She threw her head back against the pillows as she felt Applejack claim her, shoving her newly acquired appendage roughly and making the seamstress moan and cry out like a whore in heat.

Applejack released a predatory grunt as her lovers' walls immediately tightened around her. She kept her legs spread open, ankles held firmly in her steeled grips. She started slowly, thrusting in and out in an even tempo to allow Rarity's body to get accustomed to her hard intrusion. All the while drinking in her maids' writhing cries and wanting squeaks.

"L-Landsakes, Rares!" After a time, the apple farmer began to buck her hips faster. Rarity gripped her breasts as she arched her back, rose colored lips open and panting loudly. "Ah-Applejack! Mmn, darling, Yess! YES!!!"

Rarity clamped her teeth over the knuckle of her index finger, a drawn out squeal escaping her as her lover beat her cock into her with piston-like motions. One hand remained on her breast, pinching her own nipple as the other hand flew up to take one of the farmers' tanned breast. In the throes of their love driven passion, Rarity shot herself upright and laced her arms around Applejack's shoulders. Having lost her grip on her ankles, Applejack took to taking hold of Rarity's hips.

The sudden motion was enough to make the farmer slow down for a time, giving the fashion maid enough time to get herself readjusted. Rarity then pressed her forehead against Applejack's, sweat forming on their faces and Rarity's styled hair becoming increasingly mussed. "Applejack! Darling!~" She was panting in between words. "Harder, my love. I've been too long without you. Fuck me! Fuck your whore of a maid!~ Hahn~!"

A shiver ran through Applejack at hearing Rarity's unladylike words. They were crass and, as she knew her fashionista would put it, uncouth. But seeing the lust in Rarity's blue eyes, seeing all the pent-up tension melt from her limbs and face as she pounded her full of apple meat, Applejack could see just how tightly wound up her lover was.

Applejack grinned and gave a quick kiss to her maids' pouty and slightly swollen lips. "Yes ma'am~", she purred. Her hands grabbed onto Rarity's bare ass cheeks, moving her tail aside as she raised her hips and brought her down hard onto her hard dick. The fashionista threw her head back with a cry of delight and hung onto Applejack's shoulders as she rode the farmers' length.

Applejack ground and gyrated Rarity's hips onto her. She was panting heavily now, feeling something tighten in her gut. Like a spring being coiled and wound back. She felt her dick throb within Rarity and knew she was nearing her limit. Before she would allow it though, the apple farmer was determined make her beautiful Rarity cum before unloading herself.

"Rares~. Nmm, sugarcube..." So full of raw emotion, Applejack couldn't voice her command. So instead, the farmer took the reigns and moved Rarity into a different position, taking the seamstress by surprise. Applejack moved Rarity around so that her ass was sky high, tail off to the side, knees bent, lips spread open, her face pressed down into the pillows and her heels hanging over the edge of the bed. Applejack got up on her feet, held Rarity's hips still and pounded back into Rarity's waiting wet pussy.

Rarity gave a startled breath at the new angle and found that she approved of it. Applejack came back to her and took her roughly. She felt the hardened hands grip her hips, digits digging into her once pristine skin and heard the breathy grunting coming from the farmer as she speared her tight and wet pussy, over and over again. Lithe hands took hold of the bed sheets, the frame of the bed rattling loudly as the two lovers moved.

Rarity thrashed her head from the ecstasy of it all. Her throat was becoming raw from her vocal encouragements, now resorting to letting out high pitched whimpers in rhythm with Applejack's hard thrusting. The farmer pounded her hips into Rarity from behind, making their flesh slap against one another and causing clapping-like noises that mingled in with their moaning and grunting.

The fashionista screamed suddenly as her orgasm tore through her, her walls tightening around her lovers' magnificent cock as her juices were spilled. Applejack released Rarity's hips and leaned over her, pressing her breasts against her maids' back while continuing to quickly hump her lover. Applejack pressed her face against Rarity's neck as she finally let her load shoot inside her lover, some even seeping out through the sides as she filled her. Rarity whimpered and cooed as they settled down onto the bed, collapsing into one another in a tangle of limbs. Sweaty, flushed and physically spent, a thoroughly ravaged Rarity curled herself against Applejack, letting out a satisfied hum when strong arms encircled her hour-glass frame.

"Damn, an' here I thought you didn't like to get down an' dirty, sugarcube~."

"Oh hush, you. I'm enjoying the afterglow~."

Applejack made a motion to withdraw herself from Rarity, but a pale skinned hand gently held a tanned and toned thigh in place. "Mnn~ Darling, be a dear and don't move for a while please~."

The farmer chuckled and let her head rest against Rarity's hair. "Sure thing, Rares. I love you, hon." Applejack muttered the words into a white ear before lazily raking her teeth over its ridge. Rarity trembled in response and giggled giddily and snuggled even closer to her apple farmer. "I love you, my darling Applejack~. And once we gain our second wind, I'll be sure to show you just how down'n'dirty I'd be willing to get, for you~."

A quick peck to the farmer's chin and the seamstress was out like a light. Applejack grinned and chuckled once more as she drew the blankets over their semi-naked bodies. Before she succumbed to sleep herself, Applejack whispered into her lovers' messy violet hair. "I'll hold you to that li'l promise, sug~."

Author's Note

Originally, this was going to be a one-shot but I decided to put it here. More to come, my dears!~