Aria Blaze Is A Femboy

The morning sun is warm and uncomfortably bright as it beams in through the tiny window of the otherwise very dark bedroom. Aria turns over in the endlessly soft bed to avoid the light shining into her eyes. She extends her arms and pats around herself in the sea of comfort, attempting to find something, someone. When she finds nobody, she sighs deeply while reluctantly opening her eyes. Did none of the boys come to bed? They must have had way too much fun last night.

She wonders for a short moment if they realise how obvious they were. She then guesses they have no clue that anyone ever saw what happened out on the green. In either case, she has a full hand of good cards for the next play.

Applejack grunts, holds a hand over his eyes and exhales slowly. His head is not exactly pounding but the extended drinking-session last night took its toll. He shifts a bit and finds that there is a slight weight on top of him. He manages a smile and runs his hand up the back of the person so close to him. A muffled noise in response, then some movement. Applejack risks the morning light in his eyes to seek what he assumes is Aria's face. Instead of flashing orbs of purple, his gaze falls on sleep-drunk, squinted eyes of pale teal. Around them, a cascade of bright pink.

Things start trickling down the backed-up pipes of Applejack's brain. He never made it to the bed last night. The more he figures where he is, the more it all comes back to him. He had more sex yesterday than he's had in months. Most of it can be attributed to his gender-ambiguous girlfriend. However, the rest of it and the one he spent the night with is one of his best friends. The whys and hows simply makes his creeping headache heavier.

Butterscotch notices the puzzled look on the cowboy's face. A bright blush flares up on his own as all things that led up to this moment rattles around in his head as well. The shy boy bounds up off of Applejack with a hastily mumbled excuse.

"I'll put on some tea..."

Applejack smiles for himself as he watches him leave. Butterscotch is an unkempt mess, at least compared to his usual groomed visage. His hair is all over the place, his clothes are messed up. He remains adorably attractive, even to the cowboy's sober mind. Applejack is unsure if that is a positive thing but he soon concludes that it is at least better than being indifferent.

He rises slowly, eyes closed. Getting up out of the sofa proves difficult but not impossible. His next thought is of Aria. She must still be sleeping. If she was not, the wake-up moment he and Butterscotch just had would have been completely different. She would have appeared out of nowhere and instantly slain Scotch with some horrid comment.

Applejack would not have minded, a bit of rough play does one good. Too much of it, well, pretty much everything gets too much for Butterscotch. Even in small doses. Yesterday was the exception. It does perhaps not prove the rule but as the shy boy is off on a most transparent excuse, Applejack offers the idea no more thought. Let Butterscotch tear up the kitchen for a while, clear his head. If such a thing is possible.

The cowboy breathes in deep through his nose and sits with his hands cupped against his forehead. A minute or two passes, the sounds of Butterscotch's animal companions fills his hazy head. Finally, he stands up, sending something skidding over the rug-filled floor. A bottle? The remote? No, his phone. Applejack swears under his breath and takes two staggering steps to retrieve the old, cracked device.

As he turns the thing face-up, he is greeted by something unusual. Missed calls. Lots of them. At least one from all his closest friends. At first, he has a moment of panic. Then, he finds a numerous array of vague text messages from Elusive. It has taken the cowboy a long time and a whole lot of hard work to be able to read the fashionista. His messages are no better. Applejack grunts and dismisses the messages. If they are having some crisis over him disappearing for one night, let them have it. Pocketing the phone, he leaves the room to go up the stairs.

Aria sits on the edge of the bed, a little uncomfortable. She is not a big fan of wearing the same clothes she wore yesterday. She meticulously cleaned herself up before falling asleep last night. Right now, that changes little. The silence upstairs is deafening until broken by a slow, creaking sound. The stairs. She springs up off the bed and casually walks through the jungle of hanging sheets to see who is coming. Either of them is fine, she just rather would have it be...

"... Applejack!"

She rushes the last few steps to embrace him as he reaches the top of the stairs. He wraps her in his muscular arms and lets out a low hum of what surely is satisfaction. She looks up into his sleepy eyes and paws absent-mindedly at his chest.

"Can we just... leave?"

Applejack gives a few tiny nods and takes a deep breath, then stands silent for a moment before speaking.

"I jus' need ta... Ah, blazes, I don't know... Drink some water an' talk to Scotch for a bit..."

Aria tilts her head to the side and prods an extended index-finger where before she was softly petting.

"You're not driving. I am. Go get your water and I'll make ready."

Applejack raises both eyebrows and is clearly about to disagree when he simply settles for a few more nods. He does not want to admit it but she is right. He should not be behind the wheel right now. Besides, he is a little excited to see how she handles his car.

He takes a very short step back and digs around in his pockets for his keys. Aria watches him for a bit, a sly grin creeping onto her face. After he's searched in vain for some time, she holds up a hand, keys dangling from her index-finger.

Applejack stops dead in his tracks and gives her an unamused look. When did she take those? Is it that she does not trust him after all those drinks? He has a feeling she would just talk to him. This is something else. Aria keeps her sharp expression. He does not need to say anything to tell her enough.

"You left them on the table, cowboy. No big mystery there."

Applejack huffs at her words, then smiles. He does not really care if she is messing with him or not. Perhaps she is being sweet in her own way. He would like to think so.

"Well then, sugar. Y'all go play around with mah big, strong truck... I'll be joinin' y'all shortly."

Aria's grin fades into a softer smile for just a second as she comes close again. This time, she reaches up and kisses him before taking a sharp turn and stalking off downstairs. Applejack stands still, watching her descend the stairs with much more ease than he.

What in all the world does he have to say to Butterscotch? Thanks for last night? He grimaces at the thought. Lumbering down to the kitchen with a purposefully slow stride, he is none the wiser when he arrives. His head is entirely empty.

Butterscotch is sitting at his small, robust kitchen table. The entire room is so picturesque, it is almost unreal. The morning sun shines in through the old, thick glass window and nearly exclusively illuminates the table, leaving the rest of the old-timey kitchen in shadow. Butterscotch looks up from his tea with a careful smile.

"I was too busy to go to the store yesterday. Not much for breakfast..."

Applejack croaks out a short laugh and remains standing in the doorway. Butterscotch's smile persists. The moment is awkward. Fairly obvious and not at all unexpected. It all could have been far worse and finally, Applejack takes a slow step into the quaint little kitchen.

"Aria wants ta drive outta here... I'm thinkin' I need a hearty meal an' a nap..."

Butterscotch nods once. He has no real reason to stop Applejack. He would not mind being alone for a little while. He has a hefty load of thoughts to sort through. Besides, he needs to wash his bed-sheets, among other things.

The two boys share a moment of silence, just looking at each other. Finally, Applejack chuckles, a slow, dull sound as he makes his way around the kitchen. He has been here enough times to know that the environmentally-aware master of the cottage has a place for recyclables. Applejack quickly finds a plastic bottle and fills it with water from a sputtering tap. He then steps towards the doorway from whence he came.

Before exiting, he throws another glance back to Butterscotch. The pink-haired boy has not taken his eyes off of the cowboy for the entire time since he entered the kitchen. They share another small smile before Applejack disappears outside. He really has to speak to Butterscotch later. Without Aria.

Slowly sipping the water, Applejack exits the cottage to step over to his car. Halfway through the small distance, he stops dead in his tracks at what appears before him. The huge truck stands at an odd angle, halfway turned away from the cottage. The engine is running and the front is elevated by the uneven ground. On the hood of the car, Aria sits, leaned back with arms extended behind her. She is wearing his hat and a smug grin.

Is she parading the fact that she managed to turn the truck around real bad? Perhaps she is doing it just to provoke him. Perhaps she just wanted a good spot to pose on. He steps closer and drinks more water, the early-day warmth not at all agreeing with his hangover. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and rumbles out a few words.

"Y'all sure about handlin' mah machine?"

Aria is sitting real pretty and she knows it. She may not look like a real cowboy, or cowgirl, as it were. Although she does indeed lend some fantasy to the stereotype. Applejack tries to ignore her absolutely radiant attraction but as a good few times before, there is no stopping it. Aria tosses with her head, flicking the large hat up and away from obscuring her face. Her sly smile remains and she huffs before answering.

"Yeah. I'll drive your car, too."

An easy, cheap shot. He walked into that one. Applejack sighs audibly and nods once. He would have enjoyed the humour if he could. He steps up close and slowly runs a limp hand down her thigh.

"Then lead on, sugar."

He lazily throws his hand up off her knee and snatches his hat. The familiar weight on his head feels good, as well as a shield from the sun's marauding rays. He then sticks his water-bottle in his back pocket and reaches out to pluck Aria from her perch. She clearly needs no help getting down but accepts his motion anyways, smiling sweetly as he lifts her.

He swings her around and she quickly leans in to kiss him on the lips. He is not quick enough to kiss her back but none the less tries and is left kissing the air. She giggles shortly and slips out of his grip to reach for the driver's-side door. Just a second later she has swung it open and gotten into the car without his gentlemanly help.

Applejack shuffles around the car to get in the other side. Once in there, he has to stop and just observe for a while. Her tiny frame looks extremely out of place in his well-worn driver's-seat. She has already ruined all his settings. She turns to him as she starts the engine. A devious look on her face.

"So, where are we going, cowboy? Your place?"

Applejack's eyes go wide for a moment. Something has clearly come up in his mind. He shakes his head a few times.

"I'm sorry, sugar. I couldn't handle havin' y'all 'round my brothers right now..."

Aria's attention snaps away from the car, onto Applejack's face. What did he just say? Brothers that he doesn't want around her? Why? Her curiosity runs rampant.

"How come? Are you embarrassed over me?"

She speaks the words with a pinch extra malice. Not meaning to put him down but at least disarm him a bit. Applejack just looks tired as she asks, he is obviously not in the mood of discussing the issue.

"Of course not, sugar. It's just... Well, y'all're too darn cute ta have 'round those two horndogs. Can't we jus' go ta y'all's place?"

Aria lets out a not-so-subtle sound of disappointment. Applejack can't just leave it at that and expect her to back down. She drums her fingers against the worn gear-shift. Her eyes are wild and her smile is exquisitely sinister.

"What do you think would happen? Last night all over again?"

Applejack visibly cringes. He breathes in deep and then answers her smile with a tired, blank expression.

"No, sugar. Such a grandiose get-together ain't nothin' I'm havin' too often..."

Aria shrugs. She is not in the mood to show mercy but with all things going on, she might have to. She makes eye-contact with Applejack and gives him a less devilish smile.

"Maybe you're right. I might even let you sleep when we get back to my place."

She puts her attention back on the car and does a fair job on getting it rolling. Applejack holds back whatever comments he has about her driving. He is happy enough not to be behind the wheel right now. Even as she unknowingly abuses the motor and shifts like a blind old lady. Before long, the gigantic truck is roaring through the dusty, thin roads on the edge of town. Aria does not even slow down as she pulls out on better paved roads. Applejack is unsure she fully knows what she is doing. However, he is equally unsure if he can bring himself to care.

A moment of calmth, Aria manages the vehicle road-legal enough. Applejack has just managed to start relaxing for real when his phone goes off. Another message. Elusive is vaguely pointing out that he talked to Butterscotch. Applejack sighs. With friends like the pale, effeminate fashion enthusiast, it is not at all strange that he needs fully disconnected alone-time.

He glances over at Aria. Alone-time has become a whole lot less lonely. He wonders for a moment what was said between Butterscotch and Elusive. The first thought is not too messy. However, all that comes after is the icy feeling of knowing that Elusive would be the one to wrench information out of anyone. Butterscotch being an exceedingly easy target.

Skidding over the pavement, Aria cannot stop herself from giggling evilly for a second before the truck stops. Her parking is just as atrocious as her driving. On the up-side, in that entire ride, nobody got hurt and there was no property damage. Applejack looks out, sighs and then gives Aria a feeble smile.

"I ain't gonna sugar-coat it. I need ta re-park this truck mahself."

Aria gives Applejack a mocking frown while leaning back in the driver's seat.

"Don't like the way I handle your big, hard machine, hm?"

Applejack shrugs with a trademark handsome smile.

"Ah didn't mean it like that. Y'all drive like the hellcat y'are. That ain't changin' the fact that how it's standin', it'll get towed."

Aria pulls a face and groans in a very over-the-top fashion. She then nearly instantly perks up, grinning sharply as she begins a slow climb out of her seat. She approaches Applejack in the roomy compartment, prowling up to him like a feline. She hovers a while before him, estimation in her eyes and a subtle smile on her soft lips.

Applejack tilts his head to the side as he looks at her. As Aria gets up in his personal space, he clearly does not mind. He flicks his hand up and caresses her cheek with the back of his fingers. He then shuffles away from her, reaching for the door with his other hand.

"If y'all wanna cuddle, I'll gladly accommodate ya, soon as we're inside."

He moves away from her, leaving her with a disappointed look on her face as he exits the car. She does not linger on any of it, she is having at least a bit of fun. As he re-enters the vehicle, she is lazily scrolling through his phone. Applejack does not notice at first but reacts as he looks over to her while shifting into reverse.

"What the- Hey! Sugar, tha' thing's got a password for a reason."

Aria looks up with an uncharacteristically goofy grin. She shrugs in silence and puts the phone down. She knows it is. She is just being brazen about it because she wanted him to notice. Did she really? Is she on the path of making conflict? No. She was merely curious. Many doors have been opening lately and she must explore them all. She cannot just be treading water with Applejack forever.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a large hand on her own. A soft touch from rough digits. Her eyes instantly seeks his and she has to swallow hard to get her mind back on track. He is far too good for all of this. If she was capable, she would feel bad for him.

All she feels now is... Different. A bit fuzzy perhaps. All too comfortable, just like the last few days. All of it is like a sand-trap, the more she tries to get anywhere, the deeper she sinks into the hole. What is lurking down there? Probably more emotions.

She smiles for him and then looks out the window. He is handling the truck the way she has been handling his other "machine". He seems an expert on getting into tight spots.

Applejack parks proper and soon they are both out of the truck. Arm-in-arm the short walk over to her apartment, Aria runs through things in her head. She did not gather much information but the bits she got was enough.

Well inside, she does not bother with looking around, she just marches into her room, as usual. Applejack follows quietly and lets out a short sigh of relief as he sits down on her untidy bed. He takes his hat off and places it beside him on the bed before falling backwards.

Aria wastes no time. She has a new idea. She takes a few swift steps around the room, discarding her clothing, down to her underwear. Applejack props himself up on one elbow and watches. Aria notices and stops in the middle of picking out a new bra. She raises a brow at him and pulls a little face.

"I'm gonna let you sleep a bit. I have a few things to take care of..."

She prowls closer to him, sensual in her stage of undress. She creeps up on the bed and gets up close.

"Don't worry about my idiot sisters, I'll lock the door. There's an extra key by the mirror... Just watch out for Adagio, she's been on a real bitch-rampage lately."

Applejack nods slowly while his eyes travel up and down her body. She is just incredibly tight. Even with his headache, lustful thoughts are already clouding his mind. A stray thought strikes him; Are Aria's sisters like her? With bodies that don't really match or make sense? Probably not the blue-haired one, she has massive knockers. Adagio on the other hand, maybe. Although those hips are a show on their own.

He swallows the thought away and lays his head back with another sigh. Aria sweeps by to kiss him on the cheek before bouncing out of the bed to go back to her underwear-hunt. He watches her for a moment, a dreamy look on his face. She may play a hard game but he is enjoying every second of it.

Aria slips into a pair of excellently form-fitting jeans. As she is checking herself out, she spots a fitting bra along with a simple black top. Scooping them up and nimbly putting them on, she then steps into her boots. Nothing fancy or especially alluring about this outfit but she rocks it anyway.

She turns to sneak up close to Applejack again. She quickly slinks onto the bed to pull him out of his half-asleep state with yet another little peck. He responds as much as he is able and gives no resistance as she slips away to leave.

He looks like he's out cold as Aria throws one last glance over her shoulder as she exits the room. She makes sure the door is locked and makes her way outside. Car-keys spinning around her finger. She looks up to the mid-day sky as she walks the short distance to Applejack's truck. She has made up her mind. She needs to return to the scene of the crime. Just spending time with Applejack would be a blessing but she can afford no such luxury. She has things to play around with while the ball is in her corner.

She takes a deep breath of the fresh summer air before stepping up and in to the huge truck she just drove. The interior of the car has an undeniable scent of Applejack. Something she can imagine her bed having later as well. The thought is pleasant. She glances at herself in the dusty mirror, fixes a smudge of stray make-up and then starts the engine. It sputters to life a little more smoothly this time.

Time to go back to Butterscotch's and see what she can do to shake things up further.