Fashion Diva Versus Farm Girl

Rarity was taking her time in coming back with the minty liqueur, so Applejack went looking for her because she was getting hot underneath all of her layers and she was looking forward to taking a few of them off. She found Rarity in her upstairs kitchen, having left Twilight and Fluttershy to take care of themselves since Rainbow and Pinkie were probably gearing up for a prank. That, or they were bucking each other. Applejack knew for a fact that both women had a track record that wouldn’t put the latter out of the realm of possibilities, which almost made her flip a bit to see if the coin toss would call whatever they were up to.

Applejack sipped her cocoa until she came up behind Rarity and tapped her on the shoulder, making the fashionista jump and land on her hooves with a light clop. “Applejack! You scared the dickens out of me, you orange oaf!”

AJ rolled her eyes. “Keep it up and I’ll tell Fluttershy that you’re jumpier than she is. Where’s the liquor, Rares?”

Rarity held up a bottle of peppermint schnapps. “I trust you won’t drink me dry?” She asked, an odd intonation in her voice.

Applejack’s cheeks pinked a little and she tried to find a gentle deflection, but ended up saying, “I won’t leave ya with a drop, dependin’ on how ya want it.”

Both women flushed and cleared their throats, but Rarity recovered first, pouring a few shots into her mug before offering the bottle to Applejack. “Seriously though; save some for the others.”

Applejack chuckled and added a few shots into her own mug. “I know how to share, Rares. I also know how to drink, and it’s best done with a little company and a lotta jokes, so why don’t we let me get out of these hot clothes and slip into somethin’ more comfortable?”

“A-Applejack! You are not allowed to go nude in my shop!" Rarity objected, but it came out half-hearted at best. A small part of Rarity wouldn’t have minded at all to see Applejack in the buff, but she tried to quell that side of her with lady-like lectures on etiquette and manners.

Applejack heard the dishonesty in her foil’s voice, but what she wasn’t understanding was how the two straightest women in their circle of friends were hinting at bucking each other without a care in the world. Her chest felt warm and so did her throat as she said, “I have a hard time believein’ that you wouldn’t sneak a peek for your own little purposes.”

Rarity’s face remained bright red as she took a sip of her cocoa. “... I don’t believe I know what you’re talking about. If you wish to undress, you can use my room. I do have unworn items that you might find… Rustic, enough for your tastes.”

The cowfilly raised a brow at the seamstress. “You got undies that I would actually wear in your room?”

“They were a part of a phase of sorts. They do look excellent on the right posterior.” Rarity commented subtly.

Applejack looked back at her tail and the eye-catching muscles on either side of it. “As long as it ain’t a thong. Momma don’t do thongs.”

“Momma should do thongs. With your physique, your panty lines are always rather visible, Applejack.” Rarity said, not needing magic cocoa to make her nag somepony.

The farm girl gave exactly no bucks about Rarity’s current opinion. “At least you know I’m wearin’ em. Is it really more tacky to have a guarantee rather than a guess on whether or not a mare’s got her knickers on?”

Rarity was a little stuck for an answer, so Applejack took her victory in stride and lead the way to Rarity’s room, though the owner of said room was insistent that she be the first one in since having someone else go into your room before you is just weird. Applejack was used to it from having to share a room with family over the years at different get togethers, but the feeling wasn’t lost on her, and she made her amusement apparent. As Rarity lead her near polar opposite to her delicates wardrobe, she couldn’t help but wonder if she could convince Applejack to try on more than one pair for her. It wouldn’t hurt anything, so Rarity decided to try her luck by gathering a few samples in different colors.

Applejack looked at the multitude of panties in Rarity’s hands and the glint in her eyes. Those two things were enough to make her ask, “Uh, Rares? Do ya really think I need to try all those on?”

Rarity panicked a little and gave her a nervous smile. “Why, it’s not as though I’m ever going to wear these, Applejack. Consider them a gift, and good riddance at that. None of these colors ever would have went with my mane!”

The farmer took the underwear from her increasingly suspect friend with few delusions about Rarity’s true intent. “... Ya wanna watch me try em’ on and see... If they fit, dontcha.” It wasn’t much of a question.

The snowy mare blushed at the ease in which Applejack had cast her ruse aside. “Ah-ha. Ha ha, ah, no, I-I was simply trying to give a friend a gift is all!”

Maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was the sexual tension that existed bewteen the two anyway- No, wait, actually it was most likely due to the combination of alcohol and magic cocoa. Applejack didn’t seem to mind that Rarity had tried to trick her into showing off a little bit, and the more she thought about the idea, the more appealing it sounded. As Applejack warmed to the idea of trying on things for the sake of showing off the body she’d crafted from years of hard labour, Rarity was nearly breaking a sweat over her friend’s nonchalant reaction to her suggestion that had been riddled with salacious intent. Rarity would have been chewing her nails if she hadn’t just gotten one of the best manicures of her life.

Applejack had enough time to think and eventually said, “Ya know what? I’m gonna let it work. I kinda wanna see what my butt looks like in these.”

Rarity blinked and swallowed hard, her mouth having filled at the thought of Applejack in coltshorts. “W-Well, the partition is- A-Applejack! Stop stripping here!” Rarity cried.

The immodest farm filly already had her jeans around her hooves. “I ain’t got nothin’ ya ain’t seen before, Rares. Hay, ya’ve seen me naked a thousand times!”

“W-Well that was in the company of the others a-and-” Rarity eyed Applejack as she came closer, licking her lips at the smirk she was wearing.

Applejack gave Rarity a quick kiss because she knew what she wanted, and she was wanting a piece of the vanilla cakes behind Rarity. The cocoa was in full effect due to Applejack's insane metabolism, hard won through rigorous and dutiful labor. She still wanted to go through the pretenses, but the farmer was ready to plow Rarity’s fields. “Ya don’t gotta be dishonest with yourself, Rares. You’re thrilled, I’m gettin’ a little hot, and we’re alone up here. Lemme put a little show on for ya, Sugarcube.”

Rarity gulped again, and it wouldn't be the last time in the coming hour. “I suppose I should trust you to keep me honest with my feelings. I wouldn’t mind watching if you don’t mind showing.”

AJ patted her cheek and took a couple of steps back before she folded herself slowly at the waist, making sure to catch Rarity’s eye as she arched her back slightly and made her already impressive bottom seem even more tempting. Even in the least attractive pair of underwear possible, Applejack’s flank was still a force to be reckoned with, and when she took the atrocious thermals off by hooking her thumbs into the waist and dragging them down inch by inch,. It was all Rarity could do to not go over and make Applejack hers for the night.

Rarity held the spare pairs of panties while Applejack tried on the first pair. They were a maroon number that Rarity thought clashed terribly with Applejack’s coat, but made her rear look enticing like never before. Applejack liked the fit, just not the shade of red, which lead to a few more shades of red being tried. Rarely did any of Rarity's works make Applejack seem any less divine, but they'd yet to find just the right pair. They swapped swatches and Rarity handed her an orange pair that was a paler version of her coat and they were both in love with how they looked and fit. Applejack was fond of how she felt like a frontal wedgie was a thing of the past and Rarity was enchanted by the curvature of Applejack's moon, asstronomy quickly becoming one of her favorite pastimes. It didn’t take long for Rarity’s willpower to give out entirely, and due to the combination of scrumptious potions and minty delights, she was powerless against her desire to cop a feel of Applejack’s lovely bottom.

The orange mare didn’t mind one bit and gave Rarity a steamy smile. “Gettin’ a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?”

Rarity steeled her nerves and got bold, grasping Applejack’s bottom with her other hand as well. “With a posterior as seductive as yours, I daresay that this was a foregone conclusion after thirty seconds flew by, Applejack. You knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself if you didn’t take this delightful little piece of eye candy off.”

Applejack chuckled for a moment before she turned and started a kiss that began with innocent enough little smooches that quickly turned into lustful, lewd tongue wrestling that was accompanied by exploration. It’d been a moment that was a long time coming, and the rest of the girls had been well aware of the fact that Rarity and Applejack were eventually going to get together. The only thing was that they were the ones who didn’t know it, and even as they consummated their love/hate relationship, a star was born from a black hole and a new solar system was created; proof of their fates being entwined.

Rarity fondled Applejack’s breast’s through her thick flannel shirt until she had the presence of mind to start unbuttoning it. Applejack didn’t want to interrupt her important work, but Rarity’s almost ridiculously soft flank was begging to be squeezed, so she complied with the flank’s demands and sank her fingers into Rarity’s pillowy, marshmallowy flesh. The luxurious quality of her bottom wasn’t unlikle a gel foam, and the sheer, tangible value of such a fine backside wasn’t lost on Applejack. However, the simple beauty of her own choice in undergarments was lost on Rarity, but she made short work of the obstruction anyway and submitted to Applejack’s advances when her turn came.

The farm girl knew how to treat a lady from her wild youth, so she was careful in relieving Rarity of her blouse, but her skirt was dropped and cast aside without a second thought. Personally, Applejack thought that Rarity’s lacy black lingerie was a little much, but she did think that it looked nice and she was all too happy to take it off, much like Rarity had been with her own choice in underwear. Unlike Rarity, however, Applejack tended to take initiative in romantic encounters, so she lead her lover to the most obvious place for love-making, trading kisses back and forth as they walked up and as they climbed onto Rarity's Canterlot Queen sized bed

Applejack slipped her fingers between Rarity’s legs and rubbed the soft flesh therein as Rarity caressed her breasts, waffling on whether or not Applejack would like it rough or if she would be a gentle loving kind of mare. Applejack wasn't fond of being mare-handled, and it showed in the way she kissed Rarity; slowly and with supressed conviction, like she had a plan for bringing her the best she had to offer. Little did Applejack know that she did have a tendency to follow the same general procedure for sex, but it’s not like it was important since it was the first time she was giving Rarity the finger and either of them were both happy about it.

With plenty to keep her busy, Applejack slipped a finger inside of Rarity and the aristocratic mare moaned softly into her partner’s mouth; an occurrence that happened a few more times as Applejack toyed with her, preparing her for a second finger. Rarity was fine with the proceedings, but she had a suggestion. “Darling, why don’t we bring some toys into the equation? I keep mine clean and I’m sure there’s something you’d like.”

Applejack gave her a little smile. "I wouldn’t complain one bit if ya wanted to bring somethin’ to the table. Lay it on me.”

Rarity gave her a lewd grin and a kiss before dashing off to her hiding place to grab her box of goodies. She returned quickly enough with a vibrating wand, a wired vibrator, and she even brought a little electric wand that she liked to use on herself from time to time. Applejack only recognized the little ovular vibrator, but she didn’t doubt that Rarity could operate the rest of the strange things just fine. Now that Rarity had the momentum, she talked Applejack into letting her take care of the country mare first, and with her vibrating wand in hand, Rarity showed Applejack the joys of different toys. Applejack had a plain rubber dildo that she kept for tough times, but the vibrator was new to her, and she enjoyed the feeling more than Rarity knew.

Before a minute had passed, Applejack lower lips were dripping with her arousal and her scent was filling the air, warm apple pie taking up every millimeter of space in Rarity’s nose. As she gently stroked the vibrator up and down the length of Applejack’s slit, she stopped at her clit and entrance to make little revolutions that drove her partner wild every time she did more than three little circles. She thought that teasing Applejack’s breasts at the same time would be a nice touch, and it was one that the orange mare certainly appreciated before and during her first climax. Her loud moans of approval were heard by Pinkie and Rainbow in the room directly below them, but they were otherwise preoccupied when the other pair had started making their noises.

Rarity let Applejack recover, though she delayed the process by licking Applejack clean with long, purposeful strokes of her tongue. At first the cowfilly thought that Rarity was just doing clean up, but then she penetrated her with her tongue and the message became clear: Rarity was no slouch when it came to pleasing a mare, but no one other than she and Fleur de Lis would ever know where she acquired her skill-set. She’d already performed a part of her routine, so she nibbled on Applejack’s labia to she how she’[d respond to it.

Her wide eyes and rapidly shaking head said that she wasn’t a fan.

Applejack tried to switch positions with Rarity, but the white mare wanted to show her a good time, so she trailed her tongue up the middle of Applejack’s orchard and convinced her partner to let her have another chance. Applejack relaxed and Rarity bagan again, using the dextrous nature of her tongue to roll it into a totally tubular shape. Applejack thought that the sensation was a little odd at first, but then Rarity’s lips made contact with her mons and she felt Rarity’s tongue undulate from side to side. Applejack herself wasn’t sure if she was fond, but her body was certainly chemically and magically inclined to like it, so she was happy enough to wait until her surprisingly skilled friend pulled something else out of the bag. Rarity’s next trick came in the form of something that Applejack was immediately enamoured with, and that was the feeling of Rarity fanning her tongue out and using it as a scoop to rub her inner walls. It was an incredibly short span from Rarity's altered technique beginning to Applejack's second climax, but it took nearly thirty seconds for her to let go of Rarity’s head.

Rarity took a moment to breathe before sighing. “I can’t say that I was terribly fond of apple pie before today. You’ve won me over, Darling.” She chuckled breathlessly.

Applejack barked out a couple of chuckles. “Sugarcube, where’d you learn to munch a mare like that?”

Rarity blushed and propped herself up on Applejack’s thighs for a kiss. “Trade secret. I’m sure you understand.”

The cowgirl leaned into the kiss with a certain amount of fervor, her hooves still vaguely tingling with the aftershocks of the thunderous orgasm Rarity had just given her. She was a little grossed out by tasting herself on Rarity’s tongue, but the cocoa pushed the thought aside and her libido pushed other thoughts to the front, like what to do with Rarity’s perky breasts. Applejack took the elegant mare to be one for genteel preparation and fine-tuned teasing, which the cowgirl could definitely do since she'd been so very kind, but when Rarity’s squeezed Applejack’s hands and moaned into her mouth, the farmer was surprised by the amount of force the dainty seamstress was asking her to apply.

Rarity was thrilled when Applejack decided to test her limits for herself and used her Earth Pony strength combined with a somewhat short lifetime of working on a farm to give Rarity exactly what she wanted. The apple flavoured mare grasped Rarity’s breasts hard enough to make the pale mare gasp, but the moan that followed was more than enough incentive to convince her to treat Rarity like she’d always wanted. Applejack herself was unaware of her mild dominatrix streak, but her past lovers were all too aware of the fact that the farm girl could get out of hand as the time wore on. Meanwhile, Rarity tended to lose interest since few enough ponies were willing to escalate to where she wanted to go.

Something within the proper mare made her break her kiss with Applejack, and it was definitely the cocoa. “Applejack, darling? C-Could I ask something of you?”

Applejack made a frustrated face and rolled Rarity’s nipples between her fingers, hoping that she wasn’t about to back out of getting a little rougher. “Ya know I’ll always listen, Rares, but unless you’re about to tell me that we’re gettin’ even kinkier ,then I dunno if I care to hear it, moment withstandin’ o' course.”

Rarity leaned in for another kiss, but pulled away before Applejack got the wrong idea. “Applejack, you might be the one pony strong enough to dominate me like I truly desire.”

The perplexed agrarian blinked a few times. “I dunno whatcher talkin’ about, but it sounds like fun.”

Rarity gave her a short smooch so she could gather her thoughts. “If I asked you to spank me, would you?”

“I’ve been tempted without it bein’ kinky.” Applejack said cheekily.

Rarity rolled her eyes and tried to bait her. “I have a feeling that you’re only strong enough to rule; not mean enough. You lack the ravishing assertiveness, the lack of compassion, and I rather doubt that you’d be willing to disregard the majority of what you know of me now.”

The cocoa influenced Applejack’s mind and the magic within the brew was pissed off that Rarity was effectively ending their little tryst before it could even get good. Pissed off magic is bad in most cases, but with the cocoa, it was linked directly to the host’s desires and the target’s tastes, so when Applejack snatched a handful of Rarity’s mane and pulled her head back so she could bite her neck, Rarity was thrilled and filled with hopes abound. Her dose of the potion had been weaker, but it’s not like it would have let her walk away from Applejack anyway. She’d taunted the bull and was receiving the horns in both holes, but some ponies are just okay with that.

Applejack dragged Rarity off of her own bed and shoved her, not even sure what was making her be so mean to her friend in the first place. “Alright ya buckin’ nag. Ya got sixty seconds to find me a switch, a cane, or a paddle. Or else.”

Rarity’s heart pounded as she lie naked on the floor, her sex enflamed and dripping it’s nectar down onto the floor. “Or else what?” She challenged, her voice full of defiance.

Applejack strode up to her and smacked her, testing the waters. “Or else I see how much you can take before ya call me Mistress.”

The sophisticated, generally pretentious mare bit back a smile and said, “You couldn’t make me call you ‘Mistress’ if you-” Applejack slapped her other cheek, making her head whip to the side, unlike the first slap. Rarity was a little shaken, but her resolve couldn’t have wavered any less if it was cemented in concrete, wrapped in steel, and existed in an anti-gravity vacuum.

Applejack watched Rarity get up and present herself to her with the intent to turn that flank a bright red, not unlike the apples that she grew. The only thing stopping Applejack from seizing Rarity’s hindquarters and burying her face into the area she desired for her tongue to fill was the vague inclination that Rarity would much prefer to be abused than wooed at the moment. When Rarity walked around the room came back to Applejack empty handed with a smirk on her face, one of them knew what was about to happen, and the other was going to enjoy it immensely. Applejack gave Rarity a dire look that made the pale mare excited beyond belief for what was about to happen, and when the slap came that could have been heard throughout the shop (If everypony wasn't otherwise occupied, that is) came, Rarity’s face blossomed in pain, but she couldn’t stop her hand from traveling down to her pussy so she could ease the burning ache that had correlated with the strike.

The first blow had sent Rarity staggering, but the back hand that followed sent her to the floor, her hooves crossed up as she stumbled about. Applejack had gotten her a little too hard, but Rarity’s limits were around the area and she wasn’t afraid to hoof the line a little as long as Applejack take it much further. The cocoa picked up on Rarity’s extremely mild discomfort and coaxed Applejack into lowering the volume a little, so to speak, so when Rarity picked herself up, Applejack didn’t grab her ears too hard.

“Last warning. Bring me what I asked for or I start throwing punches.” Applejack said, her voice sounding far more aggressively inclined than she actually was. She may have threatened to do real damage to Rarity, but no amount of the potion the girls had gotten would allow them to go that far out of their own personal boundaries.

Rarity gave her a dopey smile. “Why, you say that as if it’s a threat, darling.”

Applejack was lost since the only way she really knew how to hurt people involved punching, spanking, bucking (With her hooves), and harsh words. “... You’re some kinda bucked up little filly, arentcha?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking-” Rarity began shorty before Applejack sent a heavy hook into her left kidney.

It wasn’t a substantial blow, but it was harder than Rarity had been ever before. The slaps notwithstanding, Rarity had only been spanked by a few ponies and slapped by even fewer, but the first piece of real pain she ever received was enough to have her hooked. She gasped and held her side when Applejack hit her, but the look of absolute lust and puregluttony on her face told Applejack that she’d found Rarity’s sweet spot. She’d already known that the snobby sub was into being hurt, so she used that information and chose to get another fistful of Rarity’s mane and drag her back over to the mare’s own garish bed since she was going to dole out punishment her way.

Applejack shoved Rarity’s face into the soft, downy comforter and said, “Stay.” She held Rarity there for a few second before letting go, and lo’ and behold; the mare did stay. Applejack stroked Rarity’s sex and tasted the vanilla honey she’d collected. “Naughty little filly like you doesn’t just need a spanking. Way I see it, ya need a little more ‘beatin’’ in your life ta help ya with this nasty, nasty little kink you’ yours, so I’m gonna,” Applejack reached as far back as she could and swung hard, planting her hooves on the floor and swiveling with her hips, “help ya be a good little filly from now on, okay?” Applejack swung with the opposite hand this time, but the strike was no less fierce, and Rarity’s second moan of approval was no less erotic.

In her comfort zone, Applejack was a dom to be reckoned with, and Rarity recognized that. Each blow was consistent; each gap within a second of each other. It had nothing to do with the cocoa at all: Applejack’s mastery of the whoopin’ was well founded in her being one of the main foalsitters whenever her massive family got together, though she’d never had a reason to hit anypony quite so hard. Nor had anypony ever enjoyed it besides Babs, but that’s a different story.

Applejack didn’t care that her hands were aching because she was actually having some fun making her handprints pop up on Rarity’s bottom. If she hit different places in just the right way, she could make her sub’s bountiful bottom bounce beautifully before yet another red reminder of her effort showed up. Rarity was soaking in the mounting ache in each of her well padded glutes with every single one of Applejack’s perfectly timed spanks, pushing her closer and closer to ecstasy, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she could find any higher pleasure than the constant stream she was already receiving. The minutes rolled by as neither of them tired of the simple though sensual act, but Applejack had an idea that had been brewing in her mind for exactly seventeen spanks, and then eighteen. However, the nineteenth was the one that Applejack altered her stance for. With intent to thrill, Applejack brought her hand up for a swing and hit Rarity directly between the legs, but she didn’t let the slap slide off of Rarity's sticky lips. Instead, Applejack let her aching hand hold Rarity's sex for the sake of pushing her over the edge, though AJ herself winced inwardly at the thought of being hit there herself.

The fashionista let loose a cry of excruciating euphoria that started high and melodious, though she grew a little louder when Applejack introduced her thumb into her quim. It then turned more amusing than amorous when the farmfilly thought she’d be funny and insert a finger into Rarity’s rear mid-climax, but little did she know that Rarity was fond of said finger. If she’d been expecting it, Rarity might have asked Applejack to do two at once, but missed opportunities have a funny way of showing up again sometimes. Sadly, the cocoa’s initial magicks were petering out and the false libido the mares had been fed was fading with the fore-effects. However, the after-effects were still rolling, even as Applejack sucked Rarity’s juices off of her thumb and let her rest for a few moments.

“Not ta break character or nothin’, but are you alright, sugarcube?”Applejack asked, a little worried since Rarity had stopped making noises.

Rarity sighed happily. “Be a dear and help your poor little victim onto the bed, will you?”

Applejack chuckled as she did as was requested before joining Rarity on the bed. “I don’t never wanna hear about you breakin’ a nail again.”

“Oh, posh. It’s a different matter entirely, my dear Apple… Apple…”

“Applejack?” The orange mare deadpanned.

“No, no! I was trying to come up with a pet name that one of your family members hasn't already taken.”

Applejack scoffed. “Good luck thinkin’ of one related to apples. Still though… Are we makin’ this a thing, or…?”

Rarity thought about it for like, two seconds. “Applejack, think about it; we are near polar opposites. We bicker back and forth constantly, we rarely agree on anything, and we have so little in common that the idea of us sharing interests is almost laughable.”

“So you’re in, right?” The apple flavored one asked.

“It’s not like the relationships that were supposed to go well ever did. We’ll see what happens, I suppose.” Rarity answered loftily

Applejack firmly grasped it. It being Rarity’s plump, swollen, tender posterior. At Rarity’s squeak-turned-moan, she asked, “You were saying?”

“Hmm~ You still can’t make me call you Mistress.” Raritease jeered.

The farmer brought a hand down on Rarity’s cheek lazily. “We got time for that.”

Both of them started as they remembered that they shouldn't have time for that, and Rarity scrambled to face Applejack, each of their faces a bright, glowing red. In unison they gasped, “The others.”

Applejack scrambled off of the bed first and threw her clothes on in a hurry, picking a random pair of normal panties to wear while Rarity fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. Applejack being used to rushing meant that she was done first, though it didn’t help at all that Rarity’s slow streak usually came out the worst in the time she spent getting dressed and doing her makeup. Thankfully, she’d decided to use stains and easier to remove makeup earlier in the morning, but she still took forever (By Applejack’s and most other pony’s standards) to get ready and that was even with Applejack helping her with her hair. Once Rarity was ready and a little perfume had been applied, the pair of women exited Rarity’s room and headed downstairs, but there were a couple of scents on the air when they entered the front of the shop that made Applejack chuckle.

When the farmer laid eyes on her two previously virgin friends, she had to ask, “So are y’all buckin’ just anywhere, or is it because it’s Rarty’s place?”

Twilight and Fluttershy both lit up like Hearth’s Warming Day trees and sputtered as Rarity gasped. “Girls! You didn’t do it out here, did you!? I mean, why!?”

“R-Rarity, i-i-i-it’s not what you think!” Twilight protested.

“Twilight Sparkle, it reeks of sex in my foyer!” Rarity exclaimed. “I know it wasn’t Applejack and myself, and I don’t see Pinkie and Rainbow- Wait, where are Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash?” Suspicion creeped into Rarity’s voice.

Applejack hummed for a second. “Ten bits says they’re goin’ at it. Eight bits to the mare who finds ‘em?”

Rarity fixed a glare at Applejack, but they both knew that it was and was always going to be ineffective as it has been since the first time. “I’ll give you ten bits if you spank both of them.”

“Knowin’ Pinkie, she might like it.” The orange mare replied flatly.

The door to the back of Rarity’s shop swung open with Rainbow leading the way and Pinkie nowhere to be seen. “Yo, any of you seen Pinkie?”

Rarity breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank Celestia. No, we haven’t seen Pinkie, but there is most certainly news to be shared.”

Twilight and Fluttershy huddled together on the sofa they’d recently had sex on and traded fearful looks while Applejack looked on in amusement. “Y’all know ya ain’t in trouble, right?”

Rarity scoffed. “I would definitely say that they are!”

Rainbow looked at the disheveled pair of mares, then at the standing pair. “So who bucked?” She asked, knowing half of the answer.

“Everypony ‘cept you and Pinkie apparently.” Applejack replied bluntly.

Rarity choked on her own saliva (And possibly some of Applejack’s) before spouting, “Applejack! Did you really need to say that!?”

Dash looked at Applejack’s nonplussed face, then to Rarity’s horrified countenance. “So you two finally hooked up? Tartarus yeah, dudes!”

“What do you mean finally?” Applejack and Rarity asked in tandem.

Rainbow gave them a droll look, but it was Twilight who answered with, “Everypony knows that you two fight so much because you can’t stand not being together. It might be a subconscious thing, but everypony around town thinks that you two would make a good couple.”

Fluttershy held Twilight’s hand. “I-If you were, y-you could go on do-double dates with us… I-If you want…”

Rarity blushed and cleared her throat. “That does sound rather nice, but don’t you think that including Pinkie and Rainbow-”

“Yeah, no. Pinkie and I are doing the FWB thing. We’re not exactly gonna go on a triple date, so have at it.” Rainbow said nonchalantly.

Applejack rolled her eyes. “I think what Rarity’s tryin’ ta say is that we all need to get together and buck.”

Rarity hit her for that. “Applejack, you know full and quite well that I would never-”

“Ask me to spank you?” The country mare took the easiest shot of her life and Rarity's jaw dropped.

Rainbow started snickering and Twilight perked up at that. She liked the sound of spanking both ways, and even though her clitoris had shrank back down to size over time, she was pretty sure that it would be back. Applejack started talking about how Rarity was in bed and had to pry the mare off of her to keep speaking while her friends save for Pinkie either blushed or giggled at some of the things Applejack said. Fluttershy caught some bravery and mentioned that Twilight’s cock was a little scary, which blew three minds in one sentence, but before the obvious could happen, Pinkie Pie trudged in through the snowdrift in front of Rarity’s shop bearing snacks and alcohol.

“I’m back! Did everypony have their fun already?” Pinkie asked excitedly.

Applejack was casually stroking Twilight as she said, “I think we’re still havin’ it.”

Author's Note

Unexpectedc night off means I get to polish and publish. A little pumping, fluffing, and faffing all went into this one. I don't know if I'll do a futa chapter, so comment on that matter.