Twilight's Key Party

Rarity trotted into the library, floating her bags, with Applejack right behind her.

Rarity looked for a place to put her bags. The floor was dusty, and most of the tables were broken. Even the shelves looked like the Golden Oak Library on reshelving day. “I thought we did a better job of cleaning this place” she complained, manipulating a pink rug from her bags.

“Well, I remember Twilight making us clean up all the other rooms and leave the library for her.” Applejack scooted a pile of books to the side. “I guess she got carried away reading instead.”

Rarity placed her bags on her rug and started arranging them. “I truly wish we had gotten the reading room. It’s so much tidier than this place.”

“It’s right over there,” Applejack pointed at the false bookshelves that hid the door. “We can ask Twilight and Fluttershy if they want to switch.”

“There’s no need for that,” Rarity opened her chest and pulled out a roll of cloth. “I planned for the dirt and made sure everything was wrapped.” She set up a purple and yellow tri-fold privacy screen.

“What in tarnation is all that? You brought a wagon full of boxes; what do you need it all for?”

“I needed it because I didn’t know who I’d be paired with.” Rarity replied with a hint of annoyance. “Twilight likes dressing up, so I brought a few outfits for her if we got paired up. Fluttershy likes soft things so I brought a fur suit for her. I know Rainbow Dash is fond of the Wonderbolts so I thought she might like one of Spitfire’s flight suits, and I brought a number of ‘toys’ for Pinkie Pie since she likes them so much.”

“And what did you bring for me?” Applejack frowned.

"Well, I did like the dress you picked for 'Apple Jewel'..." Rarity said, holding up the outfit. Only a few weeks ago, Rarity had gone off the deep end trying to be more country like Applejack. At its peak, she spoke with a southern drawl and wallowed in mud. Applejack took up the moniker Apple Jewel and acted like Rarity to remind her of who she really was, including getting her hair curled and wearing one of Rarity’s fancy dresses.

"Right..." Applejack said delicately, "that was Twilight's idea. I can't say I liked the dress all that much. No good for the field, ya know?" Realizing what she said, she added, “but it did help out in the end, didn’t it?”

Rarity sighed, “I suppose it did. This dress is too classy for you anyway. It’s not meant for someone so messy.”

“I’m not messy,” Applejack protested, “it’s just the side effect of a hard day’s work!"

“It’s more than a hard day’s work that makes you dirty. Don’t you and Rainbow Dash always get it on at that farm of yours?”

“Well, it’s the most secluded-”

“And every time I go there, I always come back with dirt on my hooves.”

“That’s because you come to see me, and I’m usually working the fields.”

“Exactly! You’re always so dirty out on that farm. Au naturel, I suppose. And if that’s the way you like your fun times, then far be it from me to try to change you.”

Applejack’s lips tightened as she wanted to protest, but decided to change the subject instead. "How about you? What do you do it when you get down with other ponies? I never did hear what you and Fluttershy did.”

“Me?” Rarity asked like she was being accused, “what I do is a secret. A proper mare doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Oh come on, Rarity, we’re partnered up for the night. Say, why don’t you tell me what you’d wear! Ya’ll got a whole line just for something like this! Don’t you have one of those frilly see-thru jam-jams in there?” she snorted, trying to stifle a giggle.

Rarity stared at her icily. “They’re called negligee, and I have several.” She opened a box and levitated a sheer white long-sleeved nightshirt with feathered cuffs, and a black sheer chemise with a red ribbon trim. “But I don’t think this is a lingerie sort of night.”

“But ain't that how you do it?” Applejack teased. “A sexy outfit, sprawled across a bed with a come-hither look?”

Rarity glowered at her for a moment, putting down the clothes. “Even if I did, there isn’t a bed around.” She raised her head high and turned up her nose. “Besides I only do that with stallions.”

Applejack smiled playfully. “You mean like Trenderhoof?”

Rarity grimaced and ground her teeth, remembering how that obsession ended. “Yes,” she said coldly, “Stallions like Trenderhoof.” She eyed Applejack. “What do you do when you want to get things started?”

“Oh that’s easy! I just say ‘let’s do it’ and Dashie’s like ‘ok’. Then we do it. Really not much to it.”

“What?" Rarity cried in dismay, "what about the build up? The suspense! The romance! The foreplay! Don’t you do anything like that?”

“Well sure, we do that stuff sometimes.” Applejack scrunched her face, thinking back to their secret date in the Everfree Forest where they dared each other to do things ranging from scary to sexy. Applejack climbed a tree to be closer to Rainbow Dash and definitely not to flee from a ginormous crocodile. Rainbow Dash flew in to calm her down, and they stayed there for several hours. “...we, uh, definitely do foreplay sometimes, when the moment’s right. But I guess we just let things develop naturally.” She shrugged.

Rarity curbed her jealousy again. She longed for a partner like Applejack had. Somepony she could be around, have random bouts of foreplay with, in the bedroom, of course. Somepony who understood her designs, a strong, hunk of a stallion who would worship her. She shook that fantasy out of her head and deadpanned at the cow pony of Sweet Apple Acres.

“So ya’ll wear that neg-lee-jay for them stallions, what do you wear for us mares?”

“Oh!” Rarity sounded like she was thrown off guard. “Well, I did bring an outfit, because I had an idea of what I might do with a mare, but I’m not sure if it’s really your cup of tea.”

“Well, if it’s one of those froofy lacy things…”

“It’s not.”

Applejack looked inquisitive, unsure what kind of outfit Rarity had in mind. But then, the seamstress had so many outfits, it could be anything. “Then what is it?”

“It’s kind of a specialty outfit. It’s the one I brought to the party in Manehatten.”

“Manehatten?” Applejack asked with surprise. “But we didn’t attend any parties there!”

“Um, well,” Rarity said nervously, “it was earlier, when I got those Hinny of the Hills tickets the first time...”

"Wait, I thought ya'll got those tickets by giving costume designs to the costume designer!"

"I did! He was so inspired by the outfit he wanted to use its design at his next fetish show."

"A fetish show?"

Rarity winced, realizing she said too much. However, she'd come this far, and at her core she trusted Applejack. She sighed defeatedly. "Yes, a fetish show, like at a BDSM party."

Applejack stared at her judgmentally, unsure how to react. Rarity managed a weak smile. Applejack nodded. “I didn’t think you’d be into that sort of thing, but it’s fine with me if that’s what you like.”

Rarity breathed a sigh of relief. “Whew, I’m glad you understand. I was worried you’d think it was weird.”

Applejack shrugged. “I understand the appeal. I’ve read 50 Shades of Hay.”

“Ha, that series?” Rarity scoffed. “Those books scarcely cover all that of kink has to offer.” Applejack frowned, but Rarity continued. “The Story of Oats was far better, in my opinion. But then, I am a pony who enjoys fully immersive experiences.” Rarity grinned. “Would you like to see the outfit?

“Sure,” Applejack said cavalierly, throwing her hoofs up. “Show me what you wore to the fetish show.”

“Gladly!” Rarity stepped behind the privacy screen, pulling one of the rolls of cloth with her. Shuffling noises, zipping zippers, and the tightening of a lace-up outfit could be heard. When she was finished, she stepped out for Applejack to see.

Applejack pursed her lips. Before her was Rarity, with four shiny black boots that came up to her thighs, and a black lace-up cincher around her waist. Over her rump was an immodest sheer black skirt that seemed to highlight her cutie mark.

"That outfit is, uh, really somethin'" Applejack said hesitantly. "I'm really glad that fashion stallion liked it so much."

"Thank you, Applejack! The boots and corset are made from a soft corfam that is sturdy, but not stiff, and lined with a breathable stretch fabric to keep the wearer cool."

"Doesn't that get in the way of your BDSM? I mean, I always thought naked was the best way to do that sort of thing."

"Half the fun is dressing up! I'd think you of all ponies would appreciate accessorizing," Rarity said, pointing to Applejack's ten gallon hat.

"This old thing?" Applejack looked up at her favorite hat. "It keeps the sun out of my eyes, it's practical."

Rarity shook her head. "If it were just practical, you'd take it off when you were inside."

"It's a style I happen to like!" she said defensively.

"No need to get testy," Rarity smirked, "I just meant that there are probably lots of things about BDSM that you'd like. For example, do you ever tie up Rainbow Dash?"

Applejack cracked a smile. "Well sure, I especially like getting her wings so she doesn't go flying off."

"And I'll bet you like it rough too, pressed up against rocks and trees when you're doing it?"

"Well, it comes with the territory. It's not like we can ever do it in a bed. Hey, you don't do those things, do you? I can't imagine you getting your hooves dirty when you're doing the deed."

"Good heavens no!" Rarity agreed. "But there's a lot of BDSM things that you already like. Now, would you be interested in being topped by a proper domineightrix?"

"You mean you?" Applejack asked incredulously, looking that the white pony in the black skirt.

"Yes, me!" Rarity laughed. "That's how I play with mares! Are you interested?"

Applejack contemplated being tied down and scratched up. It wouldn't be a bad use of the night with Rarity; she could imagine far worse.

"I'm not going to injure you, just give you a little intense sensation," Rarity reassured, "and you can stop me anytime. All you need to say is 'red'."

Applejack nodded, having heard of the color-based safewords from books: "green" means go, "yellow" means slow down, and "red" means stop. "Sure, let's do it!" she agreed.

"Oh, and one last thing," Rarity said seriously. "Is there anything I shouldn't do? Like anything that is special between you and Rainbow Dash? I want to respect your relationship."

"Oh, yeah! No kissing on the lips, no putting my tongue in your, err, thing, and no strap-ons or dildos."

Rarity smiled again. "I can work with that!" She trotted to her many bags and started rooting around in one. "Now turn around and bend over!" She ordered.

"If you're such a hotshot domineightrix, why don't you make me?" Applejack said defiantly with a cheeky grin.

"Oh I will," Rarity assured, revealing a black riding crop from her bag.

Applejack watched dumbfounded as the crop floated through the air until it was behind her, where it came down on her rump with a smack.

"Hey! That hurt!" she complained playfully, stepping forward.

"Then turn around," Rarity cooed suggestively.

Applejack smirked and looked her in the eye. "No," she said firmly.

Rarity brought the crop down again, subtlety hitting a different place, but Applejack kept staring at her. She had to admit, the shiny knee high boots did give Rarity a look of power. Even if it didn’t turn her on, she could appreciate the effect it had in her role.

Rarity gave a sinister smile and narrowed her eyes as she hit her harder. The sound of strike echoed off the stone walls, and stung for a moment before fading. As it did, she brought the crop down again, causing another ripple of pain that faded quickly. Again and again, each time a bit faster, and Applejack’s rump turned from orange to red as the sensation become overwhelming. Applejack's face hardened into a sneer. She didn't like standing still when she was getting hurt.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to fight back," warned Applejack calmly.

"That sounds like fun," Rarity teased, hitting her one more time.

Suddenly, Applejack charged forward aiming to headbutt her. Rarity sidestepped her and gave her a spank with her hoof. Angrily, Applejack stopped and bucked, narrowly missing her opponent's arm.

Rarity hoofspringed backwards, landing near her things as Applejack turned around. Both ponies looked ready to charge, Rarity tilting her horn at Applejack, and Applejack digging her hoof into the ground, snorting through her nose.

She didn't want to hurt the Unicorn; this was just play fighting, but she wanted to let her know she wouldn't submit easily. She broke into a run, when suddenly a pink scarf, floppy yellow hat, and a quad of shoes levitated at her. She flinched as the shoes bounced off her crest, and she jumped over the scarf, but the hat embedded itself into her face, temporarily blinding her. She crashed into a bookshelf before she could shake it off.

She looked back at her. "No fair! I'm fighting with hooves and you... your fighting is magic!"

"Of course it is! How else would a Unicorn fight?" Rarity said matter-of-factly, as she raised the same pink scarf and hat, but also a blanket, a dress, and the crop.

Now prepared for the onslaught of paraphernalia, Applejack charged again, this time like she was in one of her rodeo competitions. She jumped the scarf, ducked the hat, dodged the blanket, bucked the dress, and endured the crop, reaching Rarity at a full gallop. The Unicorn yelped as Applejack spun on her front hooves and kicked with her hindlegs. Rarity’s corset absorbed the painful strike, but the force still sent Rarity flying into the air, right towards piles of folded clothes: a suitable place for a landing, in Applejack’s mind.

Rarity flailed, and upon seeing her trajectory towards her outfits, she screamed and magically slid the clothes out of the way, letting herself crash onto the stone floor. She stood up, her face slightly marred with dirt.

“Why’d you move the clothes?” Applejack inquired. “It would have made for a softer landing!”

“And risk tearing my outfits?” Rarity retorted, wiping the grime from her face. “You know me better than that!”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “I really should,” she admitted.

Rarity confirmed her outfit was still intact and looked up. “Now hold still!” she said authoritatively.

“Make me!”

This time Rarity charged at Applejack, who in turn charged at her too. Applejack saw her horn glow, and knew she could buck Rarity again, but opted to let her friend win instead. She lowered her head into a blind headbutt, and suddenly felt her legs pull out from under her, bringing her chin to the ground. Looking back, she saw her orange legs were bound up with purple and teal scarves.

“Ha!” Rarity cried triumphantly. “Gotcha!”

“Do what you want with me!” Applejack feigned, being ponynapped, though followed up politely, “but please stop hittin’ me.”

Rarity nodded, taking the hint. “Alright, but are you going to do what I tell you now?” she asked sternly.

Applejack sighed. “Yes, I will.”

“Even if I make you put on one of my ‘froofy lacy dresses’?”

The cowpony bit her lip. Rarity’s clothes were always so itchy and tight. Even her custom-made bridesmaid dress she wore a few years ago was uncomfortable. She could scarcely understand how Rarity could exist in such outfits, let alone fight in one as she just did. “Well I guess it depends,” she said, “what’re you gonna have me wear?”

Rarity brought her fabric-covered hoof to her chin as she thought of an outfit that Applejack wouldn’t reject. Suddenly she remembered one that she happened to bring for this eventuality. She grinned excitedly and mischievously.

“I have the perfect outfit for you!” she declared, and pranced over to her boxes, leaving Applejack tied up. She rummaged around her boxes until she stood up gleefully, magically holding up the outfit: a light brown jacket with side and sleeve fringes and matching pants without a seat.

Applejack looked up from her prone position. “Are those ass-less chaps?” she questioned.

“They’re chaps! They’re always ass-less!” Rarity tilted her chin at Applejack. “Well, will you wear them?”

“It’s fine. Certainly beats being on the ground!”

The scarves were removed and Applejack stood up. The outfit flew over and she cooperatively stepped into it. The jacket fit nicely and had a warm familiar scent to them, which reminded her of a fresh cowboy hat. Though it was tight in the forelegs, it stretched a little, giving her the sensation of a hug. The chaps were the same, however, they seemed especially tight around her applebucking thighs, and the fringe was gauche, even to Applejack. She felt strange wearing such a performance outfit in such an intimate circumstance.

Rarity stepped to her side and inspected the fit, like she usually did whenever she watched Applejack try on clothes. The fashionista adjusted her cowboy hat, pulled the jacket tight over her shoulders, and she tugged at the chaps. As she did, Rarity’s hoof lovingly glided over her in a way that it wouldn’t have if this were a normal fitting. Then she touched her again, this time in petting motion, which sent shivers of excitement down Applejack’s spine. The Earth Pony went to say something but barely got a word out when Rarity’s hoof suddenly got very close to her most sensitive region, making her jump. “Well, I… !” she stammered, finding herself strangely aroused.

“Very nice!” Rarity nodded with approval, stepping back. “You look absolutely marvelous!”

Applejack smirked. “I’m glad you think so,” she said half-heartedly.

“No, really, look!” Rarity slid a full-length mirror out from behind the privacy screen and held it up to Applejack, so she could see her whole body.

Applejack was already feeling self conscious, being at a key party on the hallowed ground of the Castle of the Two Sisters, and she felt silly wearing one of Rarity’s ridiculous outfits, even if it was just for fun, but when she actually saw herself, her legs strewn with fringe that matched her hat, and her tail that sprouted up from her rear, framed perfectly by the chaps, she was downright embarrassed.

“I, uh…” Applejack hesitated, her cheeks flushed red, “uh….”

Rarity saw that Applejack was nearly paralyzed from her feelings, and reveled in it. “I’m glad you like it too!” she chirped. She wondered if she could make her feel even more uncomfortable, when an idea came to her. It was bold, brash, and rather unlike her, but if it had the effect she hoped, Applejack would be utterly stunned, and she did enjoy being stunning.

She lowered her eyelids, revealing her light blue eye-shadow, and swaggered behind the mirror. “Darling, you look more than beautiful,” she complimented, “you look ravishing!” She came around to her front, levitating a smooth phallic vibrator that matched her hair. Applejack opened her mouth to make a comment when suddenly Rarity dropped and rolled onto her back. She splayed her hindlegs, which pushed the sheer skirt aside, and the vibrator found its way into her spread and moistened pussy, giving Applejack quite the view.

Applejack stared with mouth agape as Rarity reached her black hoof down and started fondling herself in little circles, making a quiet clopping sound. “Oh Applejack!” Rarity yelled dramatically, throwing her head back, “you’re so incredibly sexy!”

In fact, while Rarity did find Applejack’s outfit to be tremendous, and clopping in front of her was fun, she enjoyed most the mixture of embarrassment, sexiness, and awkwardness that she was forcing onto Applejack.

Applejack stared at Rarity in her compromising position, listening to her exaggerated moans of pleasure over the quiet buzz of the vibrator. Her mind was spinning, not knowing what to do. She analyzed the situation and fully realized how strange, unusual, and sexual it was, which sent another wave of self-consciousness over her. She tried to dodge it by focusing on what she was seeing, which was Rarity’s presentation of pleasure. She instinctively turned away only to see herself in the ridiculous fringed outfit. She retreated into logic, where she recognized that it was her appearance that was causing Rarity to be so taken with her, which flew in the face of how she thought of her own sexuality. With nowhere else to turn, the last of her mental defenses crumbled and she fell to the floor, her hooves covering her face in embarrassment.

Applejack heard shuffling and silence after the vibrator turned off. “Oh Applejack!” Rarity sing-songed. She uncovered her face only to find Rarity’s black boot inches from her face. She looked up at the domineightrix smiling happily over her. “Will you be a dear and roll over?”

She obeyed without thinking, her thoughts only capable of understanding the words spoken to her. Now on her back, the ceiling suddenly became the most interesting thing in the world as she tried to ignore everything that was going on.

Applejack sensed Rarity circle around her and kneel by her nethers. She had an inkling what the Unicorn would do as she felt hooves on the exposed parts of her thigh and crotch. A gentle massage with lubrication relaxed the pony and calmed her mind, allowing her to think again. She smiled, not quite knowing how she let herself get into this position, but not minding it one bit.

Rarity bit her lip in anticipation of her next act as she removed her right foreleg boot and greased the outside of her hoof with a large bottle of water-based lubricant. When it was ready, she slowly moved it towards Applejack’s now excited hole.

Applejack’s eyes went wide and her pupils shrunk as she felt something part her lips and enter inside. Her first thought was that it was a dildo, which was against the rules, but when she looked down, she saw Rarity with the tip of her hoof inside her. Recognizing what was happening, she relaxed as she focused on the sensation of her body as her partner wiggled and twisted her hoof.

Then Rarity rocked her hoof almost imperceptibly back and forth, but the subtle movements were magnified inside of Applejack, who gasped at the intensity. “I, uh, er, always wanted to try this…” Applejack sputtered.

“I know.” Rarity said calmly. “Rainbow Dash told me all about it.”

“She did?” Applejack questioned.

Rarity nodded. A few weeks ago, Rainbow Dash went on a morning-after bragging rant that included a vivid description of the vaginal hoofing they had tried night before. The Pegasus explained that her hooves were too big from all of her athletic training, but Rarity thought that she might have gone too fast because Rainbow Dash wasn’t good at doing anything slow.

“I thought you just needed the right pony for the job,” Rarity said, pushing her hoof a bit deeper, sending a wave of excitement through her. “You need to relax, darling!”

Rarity took her other forehoof and started caressing the soft underside of her friend, coaxing her to calm down. “Breath deeply, and just let it happen,” she advised.

Applejack did so with slow heavy gasps of breath. Rarity casually applied more lubricant as she continued her action. “Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy the way you move?” she asked, watching her squirm. “It’s ever so delightful!”

Surreptitiously, Rarity magically brought her purple vibrator over and placed it inside herself, moving it back and forth in the same rhythm she was doing to Applejack. The penetration was welcome company for her arousal, and served as a pleasant massage and a reminder for how her friend was feeling.

“I might add,” she continued over Applejack’s panting, “your smell is simply divine! Rainbow Dash is awfully lucky to have a partner like you.”

Applejack began to speak but cut herself off when Rarity pushed even deeper, causing her to groan with pleasure. “I wonder if it tastes as good as it smells?” she mused. Rarity lowered her muzzle to Applejack’s pleasure button, which was now covered in a mixture of sexual fluids.

Rarity flicked her tongue at it, getting a taste. “Mmm!” she moaned, and licked again, slower this time, paying careful attention to Applejack’s reaction. Inside, she felt her squeeze around her hoof, which elicited a grunt from the size queen. “Mmm,” Rarity said again, “who knew Apple juices would be so sweet?”

She then brought her lips to her sensitive nub and rubbed it with her tongue, all while continuing the slow back and forth motions with her hoof and the vibrator. Applejack yelped at the pleasure coupled with feeling of fullness inside. She involuntarily hugged Rarity’s hoof as it began to move slightly faster. She started thrusting her hips into Rarity’s face, and grunting for more. Rarity remained patient, however, slowly teasing the pleasure from Applejack, who threw her head back in frustration, causing her hat to fall to the ground.

And then she felt the culmination of all the sensation build up within her, like a great flood of pleasure ready to burst forth through the dam in her lady tunnel. She began to sweat and shake as it continued to fill her up until at last it spilled forth onto Rarity’s hoof, which was still calmly moving back and forth. “Oh my bucking... Oh!” she cried, her body starting the orgasm but seemingly without an end in sight. Each spasm was met with the huge fullness of Rarity’s hoof inside. She clenched her jaw and elicited a high pitched squeal as she came down from her interminable high.

Rarity pulled her head back and slowed her hoof to a stop, but sped up her own penetration, reaching down with her free hoof to touch herself. She roughly shoved the vibrator into herself and switched it on for more pleasure that rippled through her. The sensation caused her hoof to twitch inside Applejack, which cause her to jump, as if they were one big pony feeling the waves of pleasure between them. Soon, Rarity’s pleasure came to a peak as she squirted around her vibrator and screamed so loudly as to echo off the stone shelves.

As stillness filled the room, their panting became apparent. Rarity sat up, and looked at Applejack, knowing the deed was finished. “Ready?” she asked plainly, carefully keeping her hoof still. Applejack nodded, and Rarity inched her hoof back, which was just as intense as putting it in. Applejack held her breath until it was out, when she gave a big sigh and collapsed backwards, the strangeness of the world finally fading. Rarity brought a towel over and wiped them both clean before crawling up beside her.

“So how was that?” she asked smugly.

“That was good,” the cow pony said breathlessly, mouth still open. “I… I enjoyed it a lot.”

“Wonderful!” Rarity grabbed her orange friend and hugged her delightfully. Applejack managed to return the gesture. When their embrace finished, Applejack looked back at her with clear eyes and smiled.

“Thank you, Rarity, that was more fun than I expected,” she said honestly, grabbing her hat and putting it back on. “I think, though, that I’m ready to get to bed. It’s late and I’m tired.”

“Yes, me too.” Rarity agreed. “Let’s clean up”

They slowly stood up on wobbly legs and began cleaning up the mess of toys and clothes. Applejack took off the jacket and chaps and folded them crudely before handing them to Rarity. When Applejack turned away, Rarity unfolded them, shook them out, and refolded them before putting them away.

Applejack got her bag and laid out her bedroll and sleeping bag. She was still adjusting its placement when she heard a hissing behind her. She looked up to see Rarity’s tent-in-a-box inflate to full size in the middle of the library. Applejack still couldn’t believe that Rarity brought something so big to their camp out, let alone to a party, but she shrugged it off.

Rarity disappeared inside and reappeared a moment later in a white sheer sleeping dress. “I, uh, don’t suppose you want to sleep in here with me?” Rarity offered hesitantly. “There’s room for two.”

Applejack looked up at the miniature castle and knew it could hold far more than two. She looked down at her trusty bedroll and back at the tent. “Naw, I think I’m good.” She said with a smile.

“Alright, suit yourself!” she said. “Good night, Applejack!”

“Good night, Rarity.”

They both got into their respective beds and fell fast asleep.