Shivered Timbers' Sexty Minute Ponies

A Pile of Mush
by Shivered Timbers

(Prompt: Sometimes, Rarity likes getting dirty.)

"Applejack, why do you have to be good and make me look so bad?"

With a pout, Rarity turned her tail towards Applejack, who simply chuckled.

"Oh Rarity, you think I'm that good?" She chuckled again. "Maybe yer just a bad pony, Rare. Ever thought about that?"

Rarity sniffed haughtily, promising herself that she would not pay her cowpoke friend any more heed, but the words resounded in her head for the remainder of the day. Her initial denial of them turned quickly into a contemplation and then, if not acceptance, certainly an understanding. She didn't want to be a bad pony; she wanted to be good, and make things up to her sister.

The words fueled a fire within her, a drive to better herself in ways she never had. The fire lasted until she found herself buried over her poll in a mud pit, breathing through a straw and hoping that nopony noticed she was there.

Rarity, what in Equestria are you doing? You can barely breathe, you can't see, this is hardly a mudpack... Whatever possessed you to do this sort of unseemly action in the first place?

Sweetie Belle is worth it, she told herself quickly. And it wasn't entirely unpleasant here. Had this been a mudpack, the mud would have been warm, but as it was, it provided a closeness that made her feel secure despite the anxiety that built inside her at the thought of what was going to happen next. She just had to wonder how she was going to know when the time was right to put their plan into action.

The answer came shortly after the question. Small thumpings sounded above her. Then the mud swayed violently as though something large had just crashed through into it. That would be Applejack. Taking a deep breath, Rarity sprang into action, finding the mud difficult to push through, or at least more so than she'd been expecting. Help came unexpectedly in the form of something hard and warm pressing against her most delicate of places.

Applejack, what are you... She bit down panic. Well, it's not like she can see where she's pushing.

Rarity decided to just be grateful for the hoof up. Making certain Applejack's spare hat was placed firmly on her head, she reached upward, breaking the surface, and grabbing on to the small white hoof reaching down into the mud.

"You okay, Applejack?"

Then she was off. It had worked! Sweetie was none the wiser. Rarity's normally strict exercise regimen had proving immensely helpful in dusting the competition in the race. Her grace and poise served her well for the egg carrying and grape tossing. If not for that one little fumble at the end, they could have won; given the slight head start all the other sister pairs had had, though, second place was entirely welcome. More importantly, they had done it together, and Rarity had regained Sweetie Belle's love.

After the revelation of her deceit, Sweetie's acceptance, and the awarding of prizes, Applejack said, "C'mon, Rarity, you can hose off in the barn." Sweetie Belle seemed content to discuss her accomplishments with her friends, and so Rarity followed her own friend back to the farmyard proper.

Clearing her throat, Rarity said, "Applejack, I really cannot thank you enough for all of your help. Though you might want to be a tad more... discreet when helping a pony out of the mud in the future."

"Discreet, huh? I didn't hurt ya, did I?" There was an edge to the question.

"No... But you did, ah, shall we say, touch me rather inappropriately."

Applejack's voice lowered to a husky whisper. "Inappropriate, huh? Did you think that was inappropriate, Rarity?"

Rarity was suddenly very aware that Applejack had moved right beside her and was breathing hotly into her ear.

"Well, I-I understand that it wasn't intentional, Applejack..."

"Oh, it were intentional, all right," Applejack hissed. "I bet ya liked it, ya dirty pony."

Rarity's vision swam. She suddenly forgot just about everything else that was happening. "Applejack, are you... Coming on to me?" The heat in her loins suggested that this was not entirely unwelcome.

"Maybe." There was a small nip at her ear. "But I dunno if a dirty, bad pony like you deserves it."

"Y-y-you wh-wh-wh-wha..."

"Rarity." The way Applejack said her name made her weak in the knees. "They got a word fer ponies like you." She spent a long minute just breathing in Rarity's ear. "Minx."

"I-I-I-I--"

"Oh yeah. Minx." Applejack trotted a path around her. They had since stopped walking. "Ain't like I haven't noticed what you do, how you like to look. Yer a saucy one, Rarity. I bet you liked bein' in that mud. I bet you liked me touchin' you in that mud." Applejack pressed against her flanks.

"I bet you'd like me to touch you again. Right..."

A hoof trailed down Rarity's withers. She quaked.

"Now."

"Applejack, y-yes..."

Rarity had lost all sense of herself, of propriety. She didn't have time to think, could barely form words. The hoof traced across her dock, down the curve of her rump, and then vanished.

"Well, you gotta catch me first."

With a wicked grin, Applejack dashed for the barn. Rarity realized her eyes had been squeezed shut during the entire conversation, and she snapped them open before taking off after her friend.

Lover?

Though already somewhat winded from running in the Social, Rarity found a reserve of energy, sprinting after Applejack and catching up to her neatly. Applejack pulled ahead, laughing, and Rarity lunged, tackling her through the entrance to the barn.

When they stopped moving, she was out of breath, covered in mud and hay, and Applejack was on top of her, looking triumphant.

"Now I dunno if you deserve it, Rarity."

"No, Applejack, I do..."

"Yer awful sweaty and dirty, Rarity." That quaking feeling returned, hearing her name said again and again. "I reckon that ain't ladylike."

"No, I like being dirty." What were these words coming from her mouth? "Applejack, make me dirtier!"

A wicked grin. "It'll be my pleasure, sugarcube."

Applejack gave Rarity a light shove, and she rolled off the short haystack into a pool of dirty water. Pushing herself up, Rarity spluttered, looking through streaming mane as Applejack pounced on her, tickling under her arms. Laughing, Rarity heeled over and felt more dirty water splashing onto her coat.

"You like bein' dirty, Rarity?"

"Yes! Filthy!"

"You're such a bad pony."

"I am a bad pony!" she cried, moaning. "Applejack, I'm so bad!"

Applejack's voice seeped into her ear once again. "So bad."

And then the touch came.

Rarity lit up like a firework, crying out Applejack's name as the heat rose inside her. Applejack pressed atop her, prodding and massaging her special place. Every shiver drove Rarity deeper into the mud, but she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that hoof to her nether regions, playing her like a banjo and eliciting a symphony of cries and moans from her throat.

"Don't stop... don't..."

Applejack did not stop. With a thundering hush, Rarity's entire body shook and she splashed in the mud, squealing Applejack's name.

"Let me! Please!"

Her paramour was all too happy to oblige, the sinewy orange rump wheeling about to plop down over her face. Rarity gave her friend's flower a lick, collecting grit on her tongue and spitting it onto the ground before savoring Applejack's heady muskiness and showing her just how much those touches had meant. Applejack moaned into Rarity's legs, giving as good as she got. Tension built and built, and with every swipe of Applejack's tongue, Rarity made sure to repay it double.

Presently, they exploded, Applejack slightly sooner, rolling off of Rarity as she collapsed back into the mud, panting.

"Yer not such a bad pony," Applejack murmured. Rarity turned her head to see her friend looking strangely cute, smiling at her without any of the previous malice or dominance, hooves drawn up to her chin. "I like seein' you this way."

Rarity rolled onto her side, wrapping her hooves around Applejack and kissing her gently. She said nothing, and soon she was asleep.

When she awoke, sometime late in the evening, it was to a stiff back and an otherwise pleasurable ache all over her body. Something had caked into her mane and coat, and for a moment, she was confused. A light snore drew her attention to the mare held in her embrace, and Rarity smiled, flushing at the memory of what they had done.

"Applejack?" she said softly.

"Mm?"

"Should we do something? I mean... One usually would make breakfast, but I think it might be somewhat late in the day for that..."

"Nah." Applejack snuggled up against her. "Just go back to sleep, Rarity."

A thrill surged through her. Rarity had no idea what had just happened. A large portion of her mind screamed out to her to categorize this moment as something special, to turn them into a 'them'. Here in Applejack's barn, she realized, such analysis meant nothing. There was her, there was Applejack, and there was an overwhelming sense of peace and security.

And a slightly stiff back. But that would pass.

Rarity closed her eyes, placing her nose against the back of Applejack's neck. Whatever had happened, putting words to it could wait.