Hot Coffee Quickies: Applejack & Rarity

A steady knock was heard on the old wooden door. Applejack quickly made her way downstairs, rushing to meet the door incase she’d miss whom was knocking. The old house was empty, seemingly it was just the blonde at home at this moment. The rest of the Apple family were out of town and thus, Granny Smith had left Applejack in charge of farm during their time away.

“Gee golly! I hope that’s Rarity, she’s been keeping me waiting awhile now.”

Applejack reached the door and unlocked it, only to then pull it aside and with a bright smile she’d stare directly to Rarity. Whom of which was wearing her usual attire, all fancy and clean.

“Hello, darling! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

“No, it’s fine Rarity. Ya just kept me waiting, oh, I dunno… five hours now?”

“Yes, but I needed those five hours to make sure everything was to my liking dear, I need to look fabulous afterall.”

Naturally Applejack would roll her eyes hearing those words, it seemed that Rarity had just held her up for the sake of looking pretty, as per usual.

“It’s fine. I hope all this fu-fu-ness is worth the hassle. I only agreed to this to get you off my back about the whole dress-modelling thing.”

They weren’t doing anything special this evening. The sun was setting and the day was beginning to tire and come to an end. Rarity had decided to visit Applejack, due to them both agreeing to have Applejack fitted for a nice and frilly dress. Something she could wear to more formal events.

“Yes, yes darling! I won’t be bringing any fabrics until I get you all measured up. Come now, we haven’t got all day – time is short, come come!”

Rarity would merely wiggle her fingers as she passed on by Applejack, heading on upstairs to the girl’s room. Though it wouldn’t leave Applejack much room for discussion. As the blonde watched the alabaster girl move on up to her room.

“Jeez… sometimes I wonder Rarity. Is dresses all you can think about? But whatever, let’s just get this over with.”
Applejack merely sighed, shrugging her shoulder as she too, would begin walking up those stairs. Leading herself to an unknown fate of frilly dresses, bows and ribbons. The very thought made the blonde girl twitch with nervousness. The very thought of entertaining Rarity in a dress-to-be sent very shivers down her spine.

When both girls had entered the room, Rarity immediately shut the door behind them and quickly turned the key, within the lock. Thus Applejacks’ fate was sealed. Adding to further dramatics, Applejack would swallow that lump in her throat as she smiled with fake excitement toward her best friend.

“Now, are you ready darling?”

“Uh, you mean for the fitting? Well, yeah I guess so Rarity.”

“Don’t worry sweetie, it won’t take long. Just your measurements and then during the week I’ll work on your dress and then we can try that on and see how it looks!” Rarity squealed in delight, clapping her hands quickly together. “It’ll look simply amazing, dear! Trust me.”

“Okay. If you say so. So… what do I gotta do first?”

“Alright, first of all. You need to remove those… uh… those ghastly clothes.”

“My WHAT?! My clothes… you.. you mean right here? Infront of you and what do you mean, Ghastly?!”

Rarity laughed nervously and waved her hand toward Applejack dismissively.

“No, no… you know what I mean darling, I mean… those work clothes. Besides, we’re both girls, aren’t we? Why are you so nervous, I need to measure you naked. To make sure that I don’t get them wrong. This is what I do sweetheart, now come on… off with those clothes!”

The fashionista would grin slightly, as she waited for Applejack to remove those garments. It seemed the that indigo maned teen was doing this with abit more than Applejack's dress in mind. With the crafty smile she was giving, the prissy girl was eager to see Applejack out of those clothes.

“Well I suppose to you have a point. I guess… I’ll just get started then.”
With that being said, the blonde started to remove her clothes. Reaching up with both hands and beginning to unbutton her blouse from the top down. Unbuttoning one after the other until both sides of her blouse fell free. When this happened, her mid-section could be seen, that amber peach skin showing nicely.

Rarity chewed lightly upon her bottom lip, the sight before her was most intriguing. The sight of her best friend’s body, making her legs push together tightly. The farm-girl continued her undressing. Removing the blouse from her body, casting it aside and letting it land upon the floor. It was then that her entire torso was on full display. Besides her red apple coloured bra.

“Do… Do I gotta take my bra off too, Rarity?” Applejack asked with obvious embarrassment.

“Yes, yes darling. The whole thing needs to come off. Otherwise I won’t be able to get a proper measurement and we’ll have to do this ALL over again.” Rarity nodded, folding her arms.

“Alrighty then… might as well do this right, the first time round.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Applejack would then continue to remove the rest of her clothing. Reaching back with both hands, she’d unhook her bra – shrugging forward to remove the straps from her shoulders and then allowing the garment to come loss entirely. Which then made its way onto the floor, like the blouse.

Rarity stared at Applejacks’ breasts, they were firm and full. Which was quite surprising for the girls age and her way of life. If she’d expect anyone to have fuller breasts, it would no doubt be Fluttershy or perhaps even Pinkie Pie.

“Go on darling, you’re half way there.” Rarity stated.

Naturally the farm-girl paused in hesitation. She wasn’t sure about this. But she never let anything beat her, not Rainbow Dash, not competitions and certainly not Rarity and her fru-fru ways. “Alright, fine.” Applejack would add.

Those strong and yet nimble hands worked at the button around the front of her jean-skirt, picking it open and then wiggling her hips out of that denim skirt and allowing it to also fall fully upon the floor. Which of course Applejack would step out of, which left now her shoes, socks and panties.

Applejack’s face started to flush red, she was embarrassed as she could possibly get. Her hands shook and she felt alittle light-headed, but it didn’t stop her from completing her task. With that she would kick off her shoes, and lift one leg backwards – peeling off each sock, until both feet were naked now too.

Which meant the only thing left on the girl’s body, was her underwear. The blonde raised her fingers up. Hooking both sets of fingers into the helm of her panties, only to then, begin tugging them down.

As the farm-girl started to do this, Rarity watched with rose-filled cheeks. Her azure filled eyes focused solely on Applejack’s hips. Observing and watching with curiosity on how her best friend was going about this, on removing her clothes fully – right down to those panties. For added affect, Rarity chewed tightly upon her lip; adding in with the biggest grin one could imagine.

Those panties slid down slowly, peeling from around those hips and that Apple-crotch until they reached her knees and when Applejack saw that smile upon Rarity’s face, she’d smirk in return and shake her head. Allowing those panties to come off, only to then take hold of them and fling them straight at the drooling fashionista.

“Since you’re staring and all… figured you might as well make yourself useful and hold them for me.”

The unsuspecting fashion queen would gasp and squirm on the spot as those panties landed right centre square upon her face. The alabaster cheeks of Rarity, lit up brighter than the sun when she had realised what happened.

“I-I uh… well… yes… I suppose I shall hold onto these, wouldn’t want to lose them for when we’re done.”

It was clear that Rarity was enjoying herself. Now that the girl could get a complete gaze at the naked farm-girl. Those azure eyes, taking in the sights before her. Applejack stood proud like a lioness, hands on her hips and revealing her entire taut-body to the world. Though in this case, Rarity.

“Goodness, Applejack… I didn’t realise how… fit… you were. Surely, working on the farm has further benefits than just shaping the body.”

Rarity tried to play cute. She tried to compliment Applejack in another way, that obviously shading the girl’s body for the perfect painting. But those words did make the amber-skinned girl blush further than before. It was true that Applejack took great pride in her self-image, in a healthy way of course.

“Well I suppose that is true. Working on the farm does wonders for the body. Good for the mind too. Keeps out all those negative thoughts and helps shape concentration. Haha… you think my body looks good? You should see my brothers. He’s built like a brick-shit-outhouse! Wow-wee!”

Rarity merely blinked. Her imagination completely destroyed at this point. The very words of Applejack, talking of her big-brother. Made the fashionista’s legs tighten even more than before. It even seemed that Rarity was drooling, possibly just a bit.

“Yes… like a brick… shit outhouse… I-I suppose…” Rarity quickly shook her head. “No-Now that we have that out of the way, I will get started on the measuring.”

Applejack nodded in response to the measuring and basically stood there, hands by her sides and staring forward. Those lazy, beautiful eyes watching as Rarity made her way across the room and then moved her way, close behind.

“Alright, whenever you’re ready, Rarity.”

The indigo curled beauty would stare down the traces of Applejack’s back, admiring the shapely body this girl had. How well kept it was. How well shaped and carved the farming life had made her like this. Even the indent of her spine, leading right down to that gorgeous backside with amber cheeks hanging below; just waiting to be grasped and handled by the right hands.

Even now Rarity was making grabbing motions with both hands, mimicking her secret desire to squeeze both in each hand. But she had to be professional about this; atleast for now. Running her hands down the sides of Applejacks’ body, she would hum lightly and sound as if she were thinking. Being solely professional and all.

“Now, let’s see… yes… ahuh… mhm.”

Rarity mumbled as her fingers squeezed gently, making the farm-girl twitch on the spot and even giggle alittle.

“Ahaha! That tickles, Rarity!”
Though that didn’t stop the greedy hands of Rarity. Oh no. Those hands roamed their way up towards the freckled girl’s shoulders, each hand running in small circles on the top of each shoulder blade. Only to then bring them down to the sides of Applejack's arms.

“Just bear with me darling. I need to check afew further things…”

“Alright, that’s fine Rarity. Just… can you hurry it up alittle, your hands are pretty cold.”

It was then that Rarity decided to loop her hands under the others arms, sneaking them around the front of Applejack’s chest and those hands immediately grabbing and groping the girls, firm and full bust.

“OH! RARITY!”

“Hehehe. Feels good, doesn’t it Applejack? Don’t worry however, I’m pretty sure your breasts will heat my hands up. Just give them a moment, hm?”

The farm-girl squirmed alittle and panted lightly. Her face a mighty shade of crimson, during which, she’d look down toward those ice-white hands and bite down upon her bottom lip for a second. Observing how Rarity’s hands were the perfect size.

“A-Aaaaaaaah, jeez! You’re gonna make my… nipples all hard Rarity!”

“I’m not letting go, dear. You’ll just have to get used to it. After I am still measuring you right now.”

“Measuring me? Are you kidding me? You ain’t measuring me, y’all just wanted to squeeze my tatters!”

“It’s all part of the process darling, just… be patient is all.”

Rarity grinned like an idiot. She could feel those nipples growing against her fingers, poking outward and wanting some attention. Which she was indeed, starting to give them. Little squeezes here and there, tugging them with two fingers at a time – pulling them outward and then rolling them around in small circles.

The fashionista was essentially teasing the other, making her wriggle and squirm around like a worm on a hook. Drawing out cute moans and soft whimpers, as those breasts felt more and more warm and desirable.

Applejack dulled down however and stopped her squirming. Her fighting had come to an end, or perhaps the girl was drawn in by the pleasure that Rarity was bestowing upon her. Though the blonde wouldn’t dare fight back. This was a feeling that she hadn’t experienced before. Something that was brought upon by a third-party. Rarity.

“C-Can you just… measure them now?” Applejack sighed, averting her eyes to one side of the room.

“Don’t worry darling. It’ll take but just a moment.”

Rarity then grinned and started to slowly massage Applejack’s chest. Both hands taking a full breast in each palm, squeezing each teat and rolling them completely in nice, long and slow circles – but in opposite directions.

This was what Rarity wanted. The alabaster teenager wanted Applejack in this situation, having found the girl attractive for more than afew years now. This was the opportunity she’d been waiting for and by hell, she wasn’t going to ruin it now.

“Now, by doing this… I can get a good feel for how big you are and by grabbing all angles – it shouldn’t be a problem to make your dresses bust, work for you!”

“Y-Yeah… you sure do have a good feel, right now…” Applejack gasped.

Rarity continued those slow, and full rotations of those gorgeous breasts. Bringing them around together and then pushing them against one another, meshing them, skin against skin. Making them pout and kiss. The element of generosity was enjoying herself abit too much.

One thing that Rarity didn’t know at this point, was that, Applejack had her legs squished together. The blonde-haired teenager was fighting back that growing arousal. Though it was hard to do, when someone was playing with your breasts afterall. But it was inevitable. A patch of moist was already forming between those squished thighs.

Streaks of quim, running down those thighs and while Applejack blushed and panted. It was drawing attention away from Rarity’s wandering eyes, though the question was, how long for. With a firm tug, Rarity finally released those breasts – letting them bounce into place. Standing upright and stepping back she would grin at the wobbling mess, she had made of Applejack right now.

“Are you alright, dear? You look about famished.”

“Yeah… yeah… I’m alright, Rarity… just abit… taken is all.”

“Oh…you will be taken, my dear.” Rarity whispered.

The fashionista approached Applejack from behind and placed a hand upon the girls shoulder, helping to turn her around. Once that was complete. Rarity stared over that body, and hummed lightly as if she were inspecting a piece of furniture before purchasing it.

“Huh? What’s this… are you…?”

Rarity squealed happily as she rush in quickly, falling to her knees and immediately poking a finger against Applejack’s navel.

“Darling are you… wet?”

“No! I… I ain’t wet. What are you talking about, Rarity?”

Applejack would drop both her hands, covering her womanly area as best could from Rarity’s gawking eyes. However that wouldn’t stop the horny, curious fashionista from obtaining her prize.

“Oh I definitely saw wetness Applejack, you can’t hide it. Afterall… it’s went all the way down your legs… infact it’s quite adorable.”

“Wait, what?!”

Applejack removed her hands and leaned forward, taking a good long look at her own long legs. Even shifting one out, so that she could see better and it seemed Rarity was right. Quim had travelled the length of those legs, making Applejack sigh and give up – dropping both arms to her sides again.
“Fine… I guess you win. Again. Now what? Are you gonna measure my vagina or something too?”

Applejack said as she grumped, slowly placing her hands back upon her shapely hips and lean forward still – so that she could get a good look down at Rarity. Making sure the girl wasn’t up to something evil.

“Oh, no. But I could go for a drink!”

“…A drink? What are yo-OOOOOH!”

The blonde-haired girl would groan out instantly, loudly, mid-sentence as she was interrupted by Rarity’s sudden bravery. The indigo-haired teen merely dove, straight in, mouth first to Applejack’s nice, tidy and sloppy pussy.

“Mmmmrrrrnhhh!” A long, winding groan escaping Rarity’s lips as she moaned through that pussy.

Poor Applejack, whom was caught completely off-guard by that attack. Quickly moved her hands from her hips, onto the head of Rarity. Fingers gripping in through that hair, holding firmly as she hunched over and whimpered loudly. That mouth of Rarity’s going straight to work on the blondes little crying pussy.

Rarity had no intentions of stopping. The fashionista’s lips were focused and sealed upon the opening of that farm-girls sweet honey pot; And how that pot was overflowing with sticky, filthy juices. Streams of Apple quim seeping down the very chin and neck of Rarity as she was trying to drink from the source.

As for poor Applejack, however, the blonde-haired teen was doing her best to endure that suckling mouth, that was so mercilessly attached to her womanly garden. Fingers continued to grab into Rarity’s thick, yet soft mane. Pulling on occasion as her body was contorting with spasms from the sharp jolts of pleasure she’d been receiving.

“Uagh! R-Rarity… I don’t think… this… is helping with my measurements any...!”

“Mmmmmmmmmpsck! Uuuagh, aah… ah… just go with it, darling! Mmmph!”

The alabaster skinned teenager would briefly pull away from the farmhand, just to speak up to her about her continued actions. Right before she glued herself back into that previous position. However, it was now that the fashionista decided to change her plan of attack, and with that she would move herself upward and now press her mouth around the swollen little bobble; that was Applejack's clitoris.

“Rarity, ya gotta stop… I ca-OOOOOUUUAAOOOAH!”

Applejack was then quick to release such a loud, pleasurable squeal as her pussy was assaulted in a different way now. The blonde would quickly bite down upon her bottom lip, hunching furthermore over the top of Rarity; wanting to get a better look at what the girl was doing.

“Uuuuuuuragh… I feel like I’m going to pass out… this, I can’t handle this – ya gotta slow down, Rarity!”

These were the words escaping between pants, that had been leaving Applejacks mouth. As those fingers tightened their grip within those indigo locks. Applejack was trying her best to hold her own against Rarity’s oral onslaught.

But to no avail she was losing this fight.

Those greedy hands of Rarity had started to fondle that firm backside, hands squeezing and groping at those amber cheeks. Fingers kneading them like they were mere balls of dough, ready to be handled by the right person. That person being Rarity.

All these tender and delicious movements were causing the blonde to lose her composure completely. At this very moment, she was a dribbling mess. Leaking profusely down her own thighs, mostly onto Rarity’s neck, via her chin and the fashionista was loving every second of it. By the noises that Applejack was making, it was evident that the girl was going to gush at any moment now.

“Rarity…”

Applejack moaned out long and deep. The way her voice echoed throughout the room, made Rarity quiver with delight. That was the noise she was searching for, it was a sign that she needed to help push the girl further than what she currently was. Rarity wanted to ruin the poor thing.

As those hands continued to squeeze and fondle the firm honey cheeks of the delicious farm-girl, it was then that one of those same hands. Would find its way toward the lower part of Applejack’s backside. Middle and ring finger combined forces by joining together. The tips of both, pushing against the tightest hole of Applejack’s anatomy and teased an invasion.

“UH! R-RARITY! DON’T YOU DARE, I-I UGH…. I MEAN IT!”

It was a threat administered by Applejack, though was it genuine or perhaps false? It mattered not. Rarity was going full bitch mode and honestly, those threats just made it more fun – what was the worst, that the blonde could do. Especially given the situation, she was the one at Rarity’s mercy right now, not the other way around.

“Mmmmmmmmmnnnh.~”

Rarity released a teasing, coaxing murmuring laugh through her full mouth. What seemed to be giggling, muffled against that sticky pussy. But then came her deliverance of pleasure. Both fingers wriggled past that sphincter, pushing inside and finally plunging knuckle deep into that asshole of poor Applejack.

“OH, FUCK ME SEVEN WAYS FROM SUNDAY!”

Applejack roared out. Her head thrusting backward and hanging there, as her grip on Rarity’s hair finally tightened as hard as it possibly could go. The girl was about to hit the pinnacle of bodily explosions and now that she was feeling those fingers wriggling around, squirming inside her – she was losing her mind.

“I-I CAN’T… RARITY… I CAN’T HOLD ON… ANY LONGER!”

Those words couldn’t be any more just. The moment they finished, Applejack felt her body rocking, shaking as her pleasure barriers shattered and allowed her to experience such a cunt-shattering orgasm. Just before she would begin to douse Rarity’s face with such lewd, sticky liquids – Rarity spoke, pulling her head away for a brief moment.

“YES! YES, CUM YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH!”

Rarity immediately plugged her face right back up against Applejack's now quivering fuckhole, that face just stuck to that opening like a face-hugger from a certain old-school movie. Applejack released various groans and moans, her body shaking all over and now those juices began to leak, as if they were being squeezed from fresh apples.

“MMMMMN!”

Rarity mumbled happily, drinking down those squirts. Blast after blast of apple nectar just splashing upon Rarity’s face like water on rocks, and how the fashionista enjoyed every moment of it. This was the alabaster girl’s intention, her true objective and now she had gotten want she wanted.

When Applejack had finally ceased with her orgasm, she would quiver on both feet and wobble slightly left and right. Using Rarity’s poor hair as a method of support. Though when Rarity finished drinking her fill, from the Apple Families oldest daughter – she would sit back on her knees and smile with the biggest grin one could muster.

The alabaster girls face was completely stained with dark juices. Her make-up slightly stained, her face streaking of Applejack's love. Dribbles of hot juices, pouring down her face, chin and neck – even sliding into her shirt slightly. Not that Rarity was bothered. With a clever blink, she’d watch as Applejack stumbled back onto her backside.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” Rarity asked.

With a tired expression, shaking her head - Applejack would reply.

“Barely… though I feel like I could sleep for a week.”

“Well, darling… that’s what happens when you store up too much cider, without giving your friends a taste once in a while.”

It was at that moment that Applejack just gave Rarity that face. A face that basically screamed revenge. Though it was most likely Rarity’s smart-mouth she was referring too. With a deep breath, she would shake her head and stare down at the damage that was done between her legs while Rarity continued to talk.

“Don’t worry Applejack, I’m sure next it won’t be so bad. Now, that I have your measurements – I’ll get straight to work on that dress of yours.”
Applejack looked up toward Rarity however, grinning, then leaping toward the fashionista and immediately pinning her to the bedroom floor. Straddling the other teenager, with arms locked either side of Rarity’s face.

From this view, the pinned teen could see everything she was previously working with and it was difficult to pry those eyes away from those heaving, firm breasts. With a hard swallow in her throat, she would laugh and try to talk her way out of it.

“Aaaaaha! You can stop now, dear… we’re done! I have what I need!”

“Oooooooooooooh, no! You don’t get to talk your way out of this one, Rarity. Now it’s MY turn to take your measurements!”

“But darling… you don’t know what you’re doing?! I mean, you should leave this to the professionals afterall! You don’t know anything about fashion!”

It was then that Applejack smirked widely, lowering her head down toward Rarity’s and poked her own nose against that of the fashionistas.

“Who said anything about fashion…”