Aria Blaze Is A Femboy

A lengthy shower. She recovers strength while drying off. More music, a bit more thought. Some things malicious, some things of different, pleasant natures. However the evening pans out, a small victory is already had. Aria is absolutely certain that whatever happens, the grand idea to defeat Adagio through the feeble minds of the Rainbooms will be realised. She observes her naked shapes in the mirror for a long while. This form is not too difficult to manage, she is basically a girl anyhow. With that comes the part of all this that is actually quite entertaining, quite thrilling even. The subterfuge. She stretches and raises her arms, spinning slowly to take in the perfect visage before her. How will she dress for the event? She has the feeling that Applejack will be quite casual, he is definitely not the suit-and-tie type.

She starts with picking through her underwear-drawer. Quite the collection of very meticulously chosen little pieces. Something for every occasion, every outfit. Provocative and mundane alike. Lace is out of the question. A normal string then? A pair of covering hotpants? Of course; both. She digs up a very thin red thong. She wiggles into it. The soft red fabric rides up her ass and over her hips alike, just as expected. She dances over to her closet and starts tearing through it, she knows exactly what she is looking for. A tiny sliver of frayed jeans hotpants. Very daring, fairly country. She grins for herself as she slides the fabric up over her delicious behind. Already, she is an entire arsenal of tricks and traps.

She takes a few steps, the tiny, tight clothing is surprisingly comfortable. She runs her hands down her smooth, almost entirely flat chest. She does not mind that part of her physical being. Those things jiggling around on Sonata's chest look rather bothersome to manage. Sure, they are some kind of ticket and for an airhead like her and they seem to be working. Then again, Aria could never do that whole act, happy-go-lucky and showing off a bouncing cleavage. The thought bothers her. She'd rather rip her own arm off than to be that ditsy. She forces the thought out of her head. She then searches around for some kind of top to hide her minuscule would-be breasts while still showing off her tight, flat stomach. Sticking with the theme that comes with the hotpants, a white string-top with the bottom part cut off does the job just right.

She spins in front of the mirror again, feeling mighty confident that if not her winning personality blows the cowboy away, her appearance surely will. She pulls her fingers through her hair, messing it up. She will be slumming with the country-folk, she might as well have a fitting style. She touches up on her makeup, adding an entire layer of sluttiness over the previous subtle colouring. She spends hours meditating in a deep, dark sea of violent musical tunes. A predator resting up before a sprint. She mulls things over in her head, she cannot say she isn't atleast a bit excited. It has been ages she has been let off her leash like this. She pretty much counts down minutes till the time to leave. It will be interesting to see if he keeps his timing but somehow she is already pretty sure on the outcome.

Time to leave, she scoops up her aquamarine jacket and slings it over her shoulder while walking out the door. No sign of Adagio or Sonata. They must be out sulking somewhere. She offers them no more thought and makes her way down the street. She is only a few minutes early but on the approach, she is already greeted by the smiling form of Applejack. He is standing with his back against a large, well-used pickup truck. Aria cannot help but to smile, he's just one big walking stereotype, a handsome, muscular stereotype. Aria swallows at the thought, it is a good thing she took care of herself earlier. She doesn't need those thoughts rattling around her head right now. She keeps herself together the best she can as she walks up to him.

Just as she thought, he dressed casually. Buttoned down flannel with rolled-up sleeves, nothing underneath besides heaving muscle. Ripped-up jeans and by all the Gods, actual cowboy boots. Aria wants to hate it, she wants to point and laugh. She cannot, she is absolutely entranced by what stands before her. She fights herself in her head, meanwhile, Applejack has noticed her blank stare and obvious internal conflict. He leans forward, takes a step and towers above her.

"You look lovely, sugar."

Aria snaps out of it, looks up and gives a dismissive grin. He caught her off guard. She was thinking. Wait, what was she thinking about? Right, heaving muscles. She lets her half-smile fade into practiced apathy and takes a step forward of her own. She raises a hand and takes her time to watch Applejack follow her motion closely. She slides her delicate fingers onto his chest.

"You're not so bad yourself."

She breathily whispers the words, sensual, close. She then pushes off against his chest and takes a step back. He is like chiseled granite, no movement besides a very slight pressing of skin against her soft little hand. She shrugs the distraction off and flashes a quick smile. Instantly followed by a question. Take the weight off, give him the play.

"Where are you taking me tonight, cowboy?"

Applejack keeps his steady, handsome little smile and simply observes her for a while. He has apparently thought of this conquest in a similar manner as her. The game is on, well, it didn't end but the rules sure did change.

"Seein' as I know jack-diddly squat about y'all, beside that ya're damn easy on the eyes, I thought we'd just do it the ole-fashioned way."

Aria manages a stern look, keeping silent and giving him the look of "well, go on." He shakes his head once, just a little twist of the neck and a slightly grander smile.

"I'll show ya, get in the truck."

A fine play. Aria curses herself for still thinking of all this as a game, a hunt. Then she praises her ability to focus, to hold back. Wait, no. She is always absolutely concentrated and ready. She huffs for him.

"I'll decide if I like surprises when we get there."

She turns to the door, he has already reached over to open it for her. So he is indeed playing the gentleman. Good. At least that part will be easy to figure out. She moves to climb in and almost instantly receives unspoken assistance. She is about to protest but simply cannot as Applejack pretty much lifts her into the car. She looks at his face to find him sporting a pleasant smile. He is testing her the same way she was prodding him with commands. Interesting. She strikes a little pose in the seat and watches him close the door, round the car and get in to start it.

She observes his every gesture. He moves like he owns the place. He gives her a glance and starts the large, old-model vehicle. The great beast of a truck sputters alive and soon they are on the road. Aria throws a quick look around the interior of the car, nothing really standing out. Clean but not immaculate, a few tools, a few extremely typical-looking country music albums. Aria looks out and around, attempting to see where they are going. This entire place sure looks different in the dark, from the view of a huge car. She casts glances over to Applejack every now and then. He apparently does the same as more than once, their eyes meet at the same time.

"Sorry 'bout the silence, I'm not sure what to say to y'all. After all, I've been followin' 'til now."

He finishes his interestingly low blow while turning onto a road Aria has never seen before. She lets out a loud huff and just glances at him for a second before something up ahead draws her attention. He sees her looking and speaks some more.

"I figured, dinner an' a movie would be appropriate. I mean, hope ya like home-cookin'."

Up ahead is a drive-in cinema. What he means with a home-cooked dinner is still a mystery but she can guess. She is extremely torn between being absolutely offended and just melting on the spot. He really is disgustingly genuine. Really, who would say that, let alone think of it?

She makes a quick little noise, indecipherable and not very loud. It would seem he has won the aspect of surprise. Probably for different reasons than he would think but evident enough. He does not comment. He is already pulling up into the small queue before the ticket-booth. She remains absolutely focused on his face. She has no idea how to handle this situation. She thought she was prepared for just about any typical date-scenario. This one is from like a hundred years ago. It has her extremely conflicted. Sit around in a giant pickup truck while watching Gods-know-what on a giant screen and eating some home-grown picnic? She has never suffered through this before. It is so strange, so different. This world is full of little surprises. Good and bad. Just have to figure it all out.

Applejack chats with the guy in the booth like they are old buddies. He doesn't come here that often, does he? Perhaps he does. As part of dates? Surely, nobody comes here alone. Aria's head races. Is this his go-to thing? Is that good or bad? She spins in free-fall for a moment before yet again being snapped out of it by Applejack. This time by a deft turn that allows him to back up into a parking spot. By now, Aria is watching with actual interest of just what in the world he is doing. As the vehicle no longer moves, he gets out, steps around and opens the door for her. She fakes ladylike gratitude and accepts his offered hand before stepping out. He brings her down with the same strong precision as when he brought her up and then walks with her to the back of the car.

"Now, y'all might be wonderin' how we're to watch a movie with the truck all turned 'round."

He speaks while opening the back-bed of the truck. He heaves himself up onto the elevated space without any effort and then offers her both his hands. Aria looks at him for a moment, still skeptic to the whole thing. She ultimately boils it down to not having anything better to do, he is really hot and she does not want to face Adagio if this fails in any way. It is some kind of strange win-win situation while at the same time being a loss. She reaches up for him and cannot stop herself from letting out a cute little yelp as he lifts her. While knowing he looked the part, she very much underestimated his physical strength. He lifts her as if she was a sheet of paper. He even steadies her nice and quick, causing none of it to be uncomfortable. She knew it, he has definitely done this before. A thought that is very soon reinforced by his next action. He walks over to a large crate on the truck-bed and opens it. He then pulls out a large mattress and some pillows. Aria just marvels at it. She underestimated him in more ways than one. This is all wrong and right at the same time. Surely, he must feel secure in that her reaction will not be negative, considering how she picked him up to begin with. She watches him roll out the comfy-looking mass of cloth and pepper it with pillows. There is even a home-sewn quilt. Were she weaker, she would have lost it there and given it all an audible "d'aww".

Applejack finishes padding the work-space of the truck and sits down, pats the space beside him and starts rummaging through the crate again. Aria drags for a moment, then sits down next to him. Close, like when she first approached him. The speechless happenings of the last few moments are burning in her head. She is allowing herself to be lead and it does not even feel wrong. As long as she has a good idea of what's what, she has this in the bag. Her chain of thought is interrupted by Applejack holding out a bottle and some semi-fancy glasses.

"Wasn't sure what y'all wanted to drink, so I brought everythin'. There's a lil' bit before the movie starts, might aswell get better acquainted."

Aria gives him a raised eyebrow but accepts a glass. She watches him effortlessly pop open the bottle and fill her glass. Some kind of champagne. Is he mocking her with "playing the gentleman" or is he genuinely just romancing her? She is bothered to find that she cannot read him at all. He pours one for himself and holds his glass up for her.

"Hope ya like horror, sugar. It's pretty much the only thing we get in these kinda venues anymore."

Aria drinks and observes him. Still not figuring it out, is he deliberately attempting to get her clasped onto his arm in terror or is he actually just trying to entertain her? All things aside, the champagne is good. She takes another sip before looking at him under a furrowed brow.

"I think I can handle it. What are we in for?"

Applejack looks to her with an uncharacteristically sly smirk.

"I s'pose I'll spare ya the mystery for that one. We're about to partake in the rare treat that is "Highshool of lost souls". I hope y'all haven't seen it too many times."

Aria takes another, deeper sip. She does like horror, even the awful, cheesy stuff. He's got her on the ropes already and she very much was not in the slightest expecting anything like this. She went hard, he came back equally forceful. She cannot say she isn't at least a bit impressed.

"In all honesty, I didn't expect this. That's all the gushing you are ever going to get out of me."

Applejack answers her honesty-comment with a plain, beautiful smile and the refilling of her glass. He doesn't seem to mind her general demeanour or is it perhaps that she wandered straight into his trap? She accepts the filling of her drink and brings it to her lips while planning her next move.

Applejack leans back on his elbows and looks out over the mostly empty theater lot. After a moment of surveying the scene, he looks to Aria with a purposeful face.

"Oh come now, sugar, ya'll've been head-over-heels since that corner in Palomino."

Aria blinks a few times fast. Now he is the one turning things on their head, he's flipping her tactics all around. She exhales sharply through her nose and drinks her glass down before discarding it. Some kind of show of defiance. She turns her attention back to him with a honey-sweet sultry look. A long show of bedroom eyes before speaking.

"I've been interested since I first saw you stride through the halls of that dull school."

Applejack raises a brow, the rest of his relaxed expression remaining the same. It is like he is daring her to speak more. A short moment of silence later, he speaks anyhow.

"So there's a physical attraction. Alright then, what more do we do with this?"

Adagio wasn't kidding. Annoyingly honest indeed. Kind of a strange twist with someone who is so slippery in the game they are playing. Aria slowly creeps closer to Applejack's broad frame.

"I told you to be the gentleman so I could play along, you have lead so far, why not show me something more?"

She lies sensually stretched out over the surprisingly soft covers, leaning on one elbow and looking up at him. He shoots her a glance and then looks to his glass as he puts it away.

"Alright then, how do these things usually go?"

He mutters the words, pretty much to himself while rooting around in his crate again. He soon pulls out some beers. He offers her, she declines. He takes one for himself and continues speaking.

"You have the moxie of a horse-trainer just waitin' to break a wild one."

He cracks open his can and drinks at length. She observes him all along. She has definitely realised she took this challenge with her brazen approach. She eagerly awaits his continuation. She does not have to wait long.

"The longer we dance around one another, the longer it takes us to get anywhere."

Aria holds back a sharp exhale. He is indeed playing her. She should have prepared a backup plan. Then again, she can always pluck one out of thin air. Although, this classically romantic scene does feel stupidly good, why not just roll with the punches? She nods, mostly for herself as she creeps even closer to him. Just as she is about to brush up against him, she reaches out. Instead of touching him, she snags a beer and gives him a wicked grin. She leans back and opens it, drinks and does what she can to hold back a face of disgust. She had forgotten how bitter and bland this drink can be.

"Alright then, Applejack. Where do we start? I may be new around here but I like challenging... Well, everyone..."

Applejack observes her with genuine interest as she starts. She does what she can to sound consistent. She has a hard time figuring whatever lies or truth are coming out of her right now. It has been a long time since anyone listened to her at length. She feels herself slipping more and more with every moment. She needs to embrace it, perhaps even play the part for a moment. The girly girl. It does not sit right with her but right now, it feels like it could be real easy.

"I just thought I could actually have a good time for once. You struck me as someone who could put up with that."

She hears her own words echo in her head as she falls silent. She gave far too much of an in for him. He looks up, his smile gone. She picks up on it instantly. His serious expression is hard to read. It is strangely soft and caring. He raises his can but does not drink. He looks into her eyes for a moment, his intensely green irises almost shimmering in the half-light.

"Don't get many good times, do ya, sugar? Runnin' from somethin'?"

He breaks eye-contact and finally sips his beer while looking at some cars that just entered the lot. Aria sits stunned for a moment. Even a little bit of truth stings but he also just gave her about all the ammunition she needs. She puts the disgusting beer away and reaches out to grasp Applejack's arm. His attention instantly snaps back to her.

"How about we just watch teenagers getting slaughtered for a while and talk about broken emotions afterwards?"

Applejack gives her a crooked grin that soon settles into his stupidly, annoyingly, horrendously sexy smile. Aria holds onto his arm and leans her head against his shoulder. She does not rest for long before looking up to him again as he speaks.

"Anythin' the little lady wants."

Aria huffs with a smile and with that, they spend a lengthy moment in silence. Aria gets a moment to collect her thoughts, just being around the cowboy is making her head spin. Her girlishness will have to act as her weapon. All other things are straight out the window it seems. The drive-in slowly fills as the minutes crawl along. Applejack drinks beer slowly and sits immovable, her massive, muscly pillow. He apparently minds the silence just as much as her being skin-rubbingly close. Someone honks a horn, someone else answers. A few voices shout and the surrounding audio-speakers crackle alive. The large screen lights up and almost instantly, some terrible local commercials starts playing. The advertisements drone on for a few more minutes, then a bored voice announces the evening's viewing of "Highscool of lost souls".

Aria perks up a bit and Applejack flashes her a smile as the film's gritty intro fills both hearing and vision. Terrible terror from a time not too long ago. From a highscool not too far away. The stereotypes are many and the depth is... Well, shallow. Excellent.

Aria spends the first part of the movie far more invested than she could ever have anticipated. Cheesy old stuff like this is just the perfect catalyst for her hate and joy alike. Did he get lucky picking horror or was it a planned move? It could be a thing he does with any girl. Could also be chance. She did approach him today, not like he had much time for preparation. Then again, a few jump-scares later and she is basically sitting in his lap. A perfect mix of her girlishness and his ability to make her feel safe and wanted. Wait, what?

Aria chuckles after a particularly gruesome onscreen death, one by mop-handle. She buries her face in Applejack's neck and breathes deep in his scent. There isn't even the slightest hint of cologne or anything like that. It's all man-musk. She lets out a shuddering exhale but stops dead in her tracks, breathless as she feels a broad arm around her. She dares not look up, she dares not see that handsome smile right now. She corrects her sitting, turning her eyes back to the screen while wiggling her behind into his lap. She notices something. Something hard. Something she is certain is not in his pocket. It is far too large-and-center for that. Well well, she has that kind of effect, just being close like that?

She swallows hard as she feels his other arm envelop her. A firm grip to steady her further. She revisits the previous thought of feeling safe. By now, she has gotten over tactics and games. She is actually enjoying all of this, awful movie and gigantic cowboy alike. She places a hand on top of one of his and makes herself comfortable against his taut chest. She feels tiny wrapped in his arms and the whole aspect is surprisingly pleasant. She is happy about the darkness and murder on screen. It helps her mind from dancing to a far more chaotic tune than it is right now.

A tune that comes crashing in as soon as Applejack moves his free hand down her thigh. Aria jolts, places her other hand on his to stop the movement and then instantly regrets it. She breathes in deep and takes the risk to look at his face. He is wearing a sharp little smile and his gorgeous eyes are as emerald as ever, even in the dark. Her own eyes flit back and forth, her nostrils flaring in rapid breath. She cannot let him touch her like that. Not yet, anyhow. She twists a bit and turns. Their eyes meet for just a second before she flings both arms up. She knocks his hat right off his head before hoisting herself up. Then she turns all the way around to come face-to-face with him. Her knees touch down on the soft padding and her flat chest presses against his rippling muscles. She gives him a wild look, then presses her face into his. Lips on lips. She kisses him multiple times, sloppy, uncoordinated pecks and a panicked attempt to match him once he answers. She runs one hand up into his unkempt hair and keeps the other on his shoulder. Kiss after kiss, they go back and forth until he gives her a very slight lick. After that, she does not hesitate for long. The next opportunity given, she meets his tongue with hers. The kissing deepens, tongues dancing in unison. She rolls her hips against him, feeling that large, hard bulge in his pants grow even bigger.

She grabs the back of his head with both hands and kisses him as passionate as she can. Grinding up against him while his enormous hands wander her body. He does not waste time with taking great handfuls of her behind. He lifts her to pretty much bounce her up and down as he answers her kisses. She has to look to the side to catch a breath and bite her lip as he squeezes her. All of this is already too far. She has to calm down, ease her spinning mind. She lets out a very obvious, sensual moan right into his ear before tossing herself to the side. Getting out of his grip would not even be possible if she did not surprise him. She falls onto the padding and pants a few times while doing what she can to hide her own bulge from his sight.

After very swiftly getting out of the initial shock, Applejack leans over to place a trying hand on her hip.

"Y'all right there, sugar?"

Aria closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep breath before looking up to him. A lost expression mingling with a smile on her face. What could she possibly tell him? She shuffles to her knees and places both hands on his chest. She remains wordless and breathless but lets her actions speak instead. She slides her hands down and soon places both her delicate hands on his crotch. He takes her cue and observes in silence. Button away and fly down, she is soon rooting around in his pants. He is a little bit tense but lets her do whatever she wants. A bit of tugging at clothing and before long, she has unearthed the treasure she was seeking.

His eyes widen as he observes her marvel at his mighty manhood. She keeps her eyes on it as she moves to sit on her knees in front of him, holding his mast rather tight, even if her hand looks like a pixie attempting to grab a tree. He breathes in, attempting to think of something to say but is interrupted by her soft lips meeting the tip of his member. He exhales through his nose and holds as still he can while she gives the same kissing-routine to his cock as she did his face. Little pecks, sloppy smooches and trying licks. He grits his teeth and tenses every time she sucks on the tip or rounds it with her tongue.

Aria gives a long lick along Applejack's shaft, appraising the size of his manhood. It is impressive to say the least and has definitely found its way straight into her mind. She kisses the tip and then flexes her jaw to attempt to take it in. She presses her lips over the tip and pushes her head down until she cannot take any more. Applejack grunts audibly as his member enters the tight hole that is her mouth. She does what she can to give him some tongue before pulling back, gasping for breath. She is about to go right back in when a hand on her head stops her. She looks up to him and finds that devilish smile of his.

"Now, don't hurt y'self, sugar."

Aria huffs and looks away from the handsome visage that is his face to the enormous throbbing manhood in her hands. She goes down again, licking the tip before forcing even more of it into her mouth. This time being a whole lot quicker with pulling back but just as fast putting her mouth back around it. She bobs up and down, letting her lips caress the tip of his manhood until she has him panting. She sucks and licks, rejoicing in his strong hands trailing her body as she pleasures him. His cock twitches in her mouth, she strokes it carefully while kissing the tip and gets even more satisfying reactions. He grunts and tenses up. She does not stop, even for a moment. She can feel his hand grasp her messy hair and hold on tight as he pants and huffs. She has him on the edge and she knows exactly where this is going.

She picks up her pace and uses more tongue before locking her lips around his member, basically letting him fuck her face as they match strokes. She takes as much of his massive manhood as she can while deriving great delight from his moans. He is close. She wants him to finish, she wants to taste him. She milks him until she feels a shudder go through the entirety of his massive being. She presses down and holds back a gag as she feels his member twitch, halfway down her throat. A hot explosion, he exhales wordlessly and throws his head back. She remains still for a few seconds, then pulls back just as his cock pulses a second time, unleashing a similar but slower-flowing stream of semen. She coughs once, then looks up to him, a slippery strand of cum dripping from her lower lip. He is looking entirely entranced as he gazes at her. He then lunges forward to grasp her with both arms, pulling her along as he falls backwards. He embraces her tightly and kisses the top of her head. He breathes in deep, meaning to say something but only manages a long exhale. She trails a finger down his chest while correcting herself with her other hand. Her erection is almost painful now but the rest is extremely pleasant. He lays completely still for a while, then squeezes her tightly for just a second before shuffling about a bit.

"There's still some of that movie left, sugar."

Aria presses a hand into his chest and lifts herself up enough to look at his face.

"So, let it play..."

Applejack chuckles softly and squeezes her again. That's all the conversation he needs. For now. Aria settles down again and licks her lips, his taste still very strong on her lips, in more ways than one. Listening to murder on the big screen has never been so pleasant.