I, Spy: Sweat 3

Chapters

Good morning!
But I Don't Wanna Be a Piece of Meat!
I-I didn't see nothin'!
Alright, if you insist...
Winding up and winding down

Good morning!

Another day kicks off with the alarm clock going off on Rarity's side of the bed. For you, however, it hasn't quite started yet. Thankfully, as she does on every one of your work days, your girl is quick to turn it off and reset it for an extra twenty minutes. Mornings will always suck. How Rarity is so chipper at seven you'll never understand. Well, once she's had her shower and done up her mane proper, of course. Even she's groggy right out the gate.

The clock goes off again in what feels like only a handful of seconds. Groaning, you crawl across the bed, face still in pillows, and swat a few times before finding the noisy device. Time to get up. Still, staring at nothing for a minute while you let your brain turn on is just as productive. A deep breath and a good stretch of the back as you sit up on the edge of the bed is probably a bit better as far as productivity goes.

As you enter the bathroom, you give Rarity a quick peck on the cheek while she sits drying off in her trademark bath robe. Her cheek is such an easy target when it has a toothbrush in it.

"Morning, baby," you say. She hums a greeting in return.

Though right now, it's time to hop in the shower yourself. Losing your boxers, you turn on the faucet and don't have to wait too long for the water to heat up before you can climb in. Good thing Rarity doesn't really take terribly long ones. Will you need one? How's the stubble?

Ehhh, short enough. A shave can probably wait until tomorrow morning. So much easier in there than at the sink. Hopefully Rarity won't care much, but she doesn't seem to mind most of your 'rugged' five-o-clock shadows – unless you're going out that night. That's not the case tonight.

With girlish soaps and scents overtaking your skin and hair, the dainty mare is finishing up outside. After spitting out a mouthful of cleansing water and replacing her toothbrush, she begins to head back to the bedroom to sit down at her vanity and work on her face, but your silhouette from behind the shower curtain stops her. As she stares and stares, she eventually finds herself biting her lip and clenching up her hind legs. Hm. Wasn't usually so early that she'd be in the mood – at least, not so...fervently.

No, no. Just as you have to head to your relatively new job, she has things to do today herself. While she always loved your company around Carousel Boutique, it was understandable that you wanted to get out a bit more, see if you could maybe make a few extra bits out in town somewhere, maybe make a few more acquaintances. She was essentially your sugar momma, and as awesome as that was, it wasn't really you. You knew you could pull your weight better than just loafing and assisting occasionally with her fabrics and products, and now that you were at Quills and Sofas for a few months, pulling weight was becoming a routine thing. Was awful cool of Davenport to hook you up.

Rarity shakes off the lust, heads through the doorway and plops down on the small chair across from her pampering station. Looking over herself, she decides to start at the eyelashes. Fairly typical. Grabbing a nearby hair brush in light blue luminescence, she removes the towel on her head and folds it neatly, setting it to the side. Eh, her mane was still a bit wet, as she figured, but it was so convenient being able to tackle multiple bits of care at once.

After finishing her work on her lashes, she moves onto some eye shadow and then the powder puff. At least three dozen brush strokes are already under her belt when she hears the water turn off and pauses what she was doing. A few moments later, you hobble over to the bathroom mirror, right in her sight, and get started on brushing your own teeth, your custom oversize towel wrapped around your waist. It was already damp after patting yourself down.

A coy smirk swept across her face. Your towel glows, slips itself off, and teasingly slaps your butt. Your sexy mare winks your way and you wiggle your nose back at her. Silly pony.

No reason to keep yourself wrapped up now, so you drape the rag lazily over the counter next to you and return to brushing your teeth, unaware that Rarity is gawking at you again. It's nothing she hasn't seen before, so why does she seem so mesmerized by your nudity today?

It takes some effort to turn back toward the vanity. With eyes closed, she tries to shake off the desire with some deep, soothing breaths. Unfortunately, the effect is very minimal. She squirms and fidgets in her chair, never seeming to get very comfortable. Whatever was bugging her so badly she could simply distract herself from with some more mane brushing. Yeah, that's it. Besides, she hadn't quite finished, so there was that.

Your footsteps steal her attention as you head to the dresser next to her and grab a fresh pair of boxers before heading into the closet. A somewhat concerned yet accurate question twists her stomach.

"You're awful quiet this morning. You okay?"

"O-Oh, yes! I'm fine. Just...thinking of some designs a few clients wanted me to put together in the next few days. A couple said they wanted rush jobs," Rarity argues.

Though she isn't being completely honest with you, she's not exactly lying either. Last week seemed particularly busy for her. The two of you barely had a chance to spend much time together with all the orders she had suddenly been getting.

"I haven't seen it so busy around here since I started living here. There some kind of holiday or something coming up?

"Not that I'm aware. Shouldn't be."

"Huh. Well, hey, whatever. Making some decent money is always nice," you say as you return with shoes in hand. A loose, light green t-shirt and some denim shorts should do today. Good thing there isn't any strict dress code at work for you to worry about. Still need socks though.

The said footwear waits in the same dresser as your underwear did and takes you past Rarity again. The flummoxed mare is back to looking you over like a starving pony would a buffet, complete with the licking of her lips. You toss the shoes onto the floor, but finally notice her big, beautiful blue eyes and chuckle to yourself. "What? You sure you okay?"

Her reply comes after a pregnant pause, your eyes never parting. She suddenly hops off her little bench and practically climbs up your chest like she's trying to scale the highest mountain, clawing her hooves into your neck as if her life depended on it. You barely have time to react to what's happening when you're forced into one of the most passionate kisses she's ever shared. Jeez, a little warning next time!

Not that the excitement isn't welcome! While she's winning easily in the battle of twisting tongues, a strong set of hands has latched onto her, one on her back, the other sliding under her robe and tightly grabbing onto her ass. A deep groan gives her approval. Her tail's towel brushes against you, making you almost instinctively tear it off and lob it aside.

Rarity breaks the kiss, practically heaving, and nearly tears your shirt off as she pulls it over your head. Your shorts have already gotten tight, making them and the boxers a bit cumbersome to pull off with any kind of grace. The job still gets done, revealing how at attention you are. After briefly fumbling at the bathrobe's knot, all while numerous pecks hit their marks, the damp garment comes undone. Rarity lifts her limbs for you and the robe flies away to some other part of the room. The making out returns with as much aggression as before.

The carnal mare couldn't even be bothered to lift her seat away with a thought, preferring to shove it violently out of the way with a hind leg as she drags you the few steps back to her vanity. Without a bit of concern for her make-up, creams or mirrors, Rarity sits up on her small table, knocking just about everything out of the way. Glass bottles falling over, rattling, and various kits landing on the floor are paid absolutely no mind. The instant she's moderately comfortable, her legs spread.

Her hooves never leave your neck, and your eyes never break away when your lips do again. Her gaze your way is equal parts fierce and aroused. You're lucky your clothes were all she tore off with such a frighteningly ravenous appearance. Without looking, you reach below and dive inside her. An impassioned sigh erupts from her lungs, and she throws her head back against the center mirror. A single thrust is all that's needed to bury your cock to the hilt – and to be drenched in her juices. That certainly didn't take long...maybe not ever this fast!

You didn't need to be told that taking your time was not wanted this morning. Your hips crash into hers over and over with increasing impact, every other collision with her clit causing her to shake and groan loudly in ecstasy. She pulls your head into her neck, squeezing you tight. You need to pull back just slightly so as not to choke – only to find yourself in another battle with her lips. Losing to passion, your hand leaves her back and grabs her head, your fingers peeking through her wet mane. If you weren't going anywhere, neither was she, and she was more than fine with that. Your other arm reaches around her hips to keep her in place to help piledrive your way into her hole; you weren't about to let that pussy slide away across the table top. Several of the vanity's drawers were doing a number sliding themselves out of place. That was fine.

Unfortunately, the mirrors voiced their disapproval, banging against the wall as you continued to fuck. It starts off clumsy, but you manage to get your hands under her cheeks and hoist her off the vanity. Rarity continued to hold on tight while you collapsed a bit harder than you'd wanted onto your knees, laying her onto the floor and separating. Finally she let's go, instead pawing at your stomach and loose, slick manhood. Breathing nearly as hard as your mare was now, you grab her shoulder and aggressively roll her onto her stomach. With as seemingly insatiable as she was acting, it seemed like the perfect time for a little extra something you two haven't done in a little while. Her legs instinctively part again. Such a delicious sight, both her holes pulsing with desire. A few of her drops even begin to stain the floor.

Your dick was more than lubed up thanks to Rarity's honey pot. You could use your tongue for an extra bit of fun, but that could slow things down. Not today.

Taking her dock and lifting her tail out of the way, her back door beckons. Your free hand guides your tip in, pushing firmly. The rest of the head slips in with little resistance.

"Oh yes, violate me!" Rarity snarls through her teeth.

A few steady pelvic stabs was all that was needed for your balls to push up against Rarity's slit. Her belly quakes with each slippery thrust, and her face slumps onto the carpet as your weight pounds into her. She hasn't stopped grunting and moaning with every collision. You almost worry for a moment that someone may somehow hear her from outside and down a floor with how loud she's gotten. Almost.

Challenging the rug to burn your elbows and knees, you lean in over salacious mare. Taking her chin, you pull back her head and find each other's eyes again. After caressing her long neck a single time, she closes her eyes and rewards you, taking a few fingers into her mouth and suckling on them, her head never moving away from yours.

Soon, you hiss rapidly through your teeth. Her heart quickens as does your pace. The slight bit of pain Rarity feels is dwarfed by the waves of pleasure building inside her.

"Yeah, cum with me, baby!"

The moment arrives. Your full weight falls onto her quivering body, and your nethers twitch and spasm deep in her ass, flooding her with a white ocean. The designer's lungs euphorically explode. Her orgasm eventually subsides, allowing her face to flop onto the carpet. It did nothing to help her catch her breath.

Little by little, you soften up and fall from her winking hole. Before you stand though, Rarity receives a tender kiss on her cheek. Fuck, it feels like it's been forever. Just as fantastic – and pulse-pounding – as ever!

"I'm...gonna clean up and finish heading to work," you mumble, adding a chuckle. "You want some help?"

...Well, you're not sure what she just babbled, but the lazy wave of her hoof seems to indicate that she's okay. Another lovely part you must take in your hand and smooch, eliciting a happy hum from the exhausted mare. Jeez, she's making no effort to get up at all...or move, for that matter.

Back in the bathroom, a lonely washcloth sat on the rim of the tub. That'll do. Need to scrub yourself off after such a fun event. The warm water feels pretty nice too. Even after a few minutes of washing, your sweetheart still hasn't budged.

Once your clothes are corralled from around the room and put back on, you ask one last time, "You want me to bring you inside? Help you clean up?"

"Mmrrnnnn-no, I'm okay."

"Want me to put your make-up back in order orrrr...?"

She tiredly smiles up at you, her head never lifting off the floor. "I'll get it, hon."

You shrug. "Okay. I'll toss the washcloth in the hamper downstairs, wash it later for you."

The dressmaker nods. "Alright. Have a good day at work, sweetie."

You blow her one last kiss on the way out. So you're a little later out the door than usual. It was for a good reason! Just skip a section or two in the morning paper when you visit the coffee shop on the way to the furniture store. No big loss. Actually, no loss at all. Who are you kidding?

However, while you're just sitting down to enjoy a morning snack half a town over, Rarity is only starting to hoist herself off the floor nearly twenty minutes later. At least her mane and tail are finally dry albeit frizzy from the lack of usual care. Despite nearly wobbling off her hooves a couple times, she makes it to the toilet, snagging a towel on the way, and flops onto the seat. Sure, she was a little grossed out the first couple times you had left a wad inside her exit, but she had come to love it over the many months. Perhaps seeing you do it to Pinkie Pie when the three of you went out that evening a little while back helped.

...Alright, it definitely helped. If only she knew how hot something so nasty was back then. Fortunately for the both of you, she was a fast learner and very appreciative.

Finally, her heart returned to normal. A few more minutes was needed for her to be emptied out though. Jeez, did you ever let loose this morning. Though, so did she.

A warm, damp towel made cleaning up her area a bit rough. Every time she grazed her clit, even on accident, she was about ready to burst again. The heck was going on? She enjoyed fooling around with you immensely, but if a rag was starting to get her off again after being ravaged the way she just was, something was up. Was she...coming down with something? Was there something to come down with in such a...specific manner?

She needed to calm down. Thankfully, anything sticky and potentially fur-matting was finally off and out of her. As she sloshed through the bedroom, ready to tackle to day that started over an hour ago, Rarity took a moment to attack the small stain the two of you left on the rug. It was stubborn, having already set in some, but it eventually came undone.

The towel was joining its smaller half in the laundry later.

However, there was still the matter of her hair that she needed to tend to first. Fortunately, with her mane and tail now dry, it wasn't too bad fixing herself up. Her make-up also needed a few touches, but that too was fairly quick and easy. It also gives her a chance to replace the bench and put everything back in place like she said she would. A pair of fallen drawers and their spilled contents causes a smirk of annoyance, but magic makes such things trivial to deal with. Just how hard were the two of you getting it on? Criminy.

With her beauty on after several more minutes, she heads down the stairs and ditches the soiled cloth with its brethren. Did she ever need something to eat; she was utterly starving! However, before she could reach anywhere near the stove or the fridge, the calendar on the wall catches her eye, making her skid to a halt.

It indicates that mares' 'season' could have started two days ago.

"Wait, season began?! Oh, wonderful. That certainly explains why I acted the way I did this morning. Can't believe that time of year is already upon us. Though it does explain all the silky and lacy orders placed last week," she observed, tapping her chin. Her worries shift into playful wiggles. "Eh, I have a feeling he's not going to mind much...I think. I hope I don't hurt him. Unless he wants me to! Though he never really expressed any interest in such things." She blinks and shakes off the nonsense. "Breakfast, Rarity. Breakfast."

But I Don't Wanna Be a Piece of Meat!

Rarity never minded the idea of you heading out a little earlier than necessary to get to work. It became routine to head to your local coffee shop, grab something to eat and relax for a bit reading the morning paper. On sunny mornings such as today, the crisp air, smell of dew drops and the kiss of the warm sun against your skin helped get your day going too. Every so often though, you'd have a morning like today's, just not quite so aggressive.

What was going on with Rarity earlier? It's not like the two of you haven't been in the throes of passion before, but today? She was acting like she was going to die without getting some action. Eh, maybe she had a really sexy dream or something. Who knows?

Another good question would be if the rest of the girls around town that you've been passing on your way to the coffee shop didn't also go through the same thing. Was Luna messing around in dreamland or something last night? They're all giving you passing glances and staring – including a handful that you know are married or have boyfriends. A few even not-so-inconspicuously licked their lips like they wanted to sink their teeth into you. Yeah, seeing bite marks anywhere on you wouldn't piss Rarity off or anything once you got home.

After the world's most awkward stroll, you finally arrive at the Ponyville version of Starbucks and quickly dive in. The usual friendly face greets you. Fitting that she work in such a place, what with the white swirls in her curly mocha mane.

Aaaand she's got kind of googly eyes too. And clearly fidgeting. It's almost endearing that she's trying to remain professional, but still, what is the matter with Ponyville this morning?!

"H-hey there, how's it going? Nice to see you as always!"

"Hey, Chocolate Glaze, what's up?" you say, grabbing the newspaper near the cash register.

"Oh, not too much. I-I don't know if I'm coming down with something or what not. F-feeling kind of warm this morning," she replies, now swaying back and forth a bit. "What can we getcha? The usual?"

"Uh, yeah, the usual with the coffee, but was kind of in the mood for a bagel today instead of a donut. How about....eh, I'll take an everything with some cream cheese."

"You can take whatever you want," she mumbles.

"Hm?"

"You say something?"

"Oh! No, it was nothing," the mare giggles. "I'll go get your order."

If only she could lie as well as she made coffee. Aside from hearing Chocolate Glaze loud and clear, the paper also notes that it'll be a high of seventy-one degrees today. 'Warm', right. Okay, maybe she actually is starting to feel a little under the weather, but she sure isn't showing it. If anything, she's acting just as odd as every other female you've bumped into so far.

Before you know it, your freshly brewed mountain roast is dribbling into its waiting cup, and it smells as nice as always. Not long after it fills up, Chocolate Glaze comes back from her task in the back with warm, delicious goodness on a plate between her teeth and your hot beverage in hand...hoof...whatever. As you grab your wallet from your pocket, Chocolate Glaze bops herself on the head after setting your order down.

"Oh yeah, two creams and a sugar. One sec, I think the boss moved a couple things around earlier," she explains, turning around to rummage through the lower cabinets behind her...still gently swaying her hips. And...lifting her tail...? Errr....

Thank God no one is nearby to see how red your face is getting. You are not watching because someone will see you and word will get back to Rarity and then you'll be dead.

...Okay, maybe just a peek.

Yikes, she turning back. Quick, act nonchalant! Look at the headlines! Yeah, that's it! Good idea!

"I'm such a dope sometimes. I must have been thinking of something else they moved," the bubbly mare says, reaching directly below the register for the extras you want. "Anyway, one coffee, two creams and a sugar, the newspaper, and an everything bagel with a...nice, thick spread of cream cheese. Mmm-mm!" She giggles again. Can't really deny it's a cute one. "Sorry, mouth is watering just thinking about how yummy the cream is."

...Wow.

...Say something, stupid!

"You guys always have good stuff. Anyway, how much?"

With a couple simple button presses, the register reveals the price. "Eight bits, please."

Let's see...ah, here's a ten-bit coin in your wallet. Excellent. After receiving your change and 'thank you', you pause to think of the little show you just received. The extra two bits finds it way into her tip jar.

"Ohh, thanks!" Chocolate Glaze sing-songs as she wags her tail.

God, why does it feel like you're tipping a stripper?

...How would a pony stripper work anyway? They don't normally wear clothes. Why are you thinking about this? Eh, whatever.

You make a beeline for your usual seat near the window and the warm, morning sun. After flipping the paper open and onto the table, the smell of freshly baked bagel gets to you. Glaze's mouth isn't the only one watering, and, after preparing your coffee, you snatch up the grub and take a bite. As expected, it's pretty good.

Doesn't seem to be a lot of customers around the shop. Strange. Could just be an off-morning. It happens sometimes. Outside doesn't look as busy as it usually is either. However, most of the mares...again...walking by the shop are catching your eye and staring right into your soul.

Y'know, the seat directly facing the window looks more comfortable today. Much easier to hide behind the newspaper that way.

The door to home hadn't looked so inviting in a while. Good Lord, what a dead day at work. Only three ponies even bothered to come in to browse. Davenport didn't even really looked all that bothered by it for some reason. The boredom was the worst. If only you had your old phone...and Equestria had internet. You probably would have found yourself sitting online looking at various forums to pass the time, no doubt. The beds were calling a lot, but you were able to resist their siren song, as hard as it was.

With a passing glance at the 'Closed' sign, you head on in, not even hearing the jingling bell overhead. After closing the door and making it halfway into the lobby, bounding hoofsteps rumble from upstairs. Seconds later, your favorite girl races into view and tackles you clumsily onto the floor, locking the door without your notice. She doesn't even bother to say 'welcome home' with anything other than a plethora of kisses. You could get used to this.

Your lips find hers finally, and your hands find her squeezable butt. After humming enough into your mouth for a little while, she breaks away with a ravenous smile on her face.

"Hey, babe. Uh...how you doing?"

She rams her tongue down your throat again. Ooooo–kay, this is getting to be a little much now. Junior doesn't seem to mind though.

Your lips part ways once more. Seems such a ruckus has taken Rarity's breath away, what with her gasping the way she is. "Are...you alright, hon?"

"Shut up and fuck me!"

...Well then.

Three days had passed, and sleep had become a fractured memory. It had become increasingly difficult to help any of the few customers that came into Quills and Sofas. A small version of the shop owner's namesake was holding you up – barely – at the front counter, next to the cash register. Your head slumped between your arms with one wrapped around the top of your head. The little imperfection you found in the corner of the counter in front of you had been getting increasingly blurry as you stared at it. The spy novel Rarity asked you to return to Twilight after work for her sat in the corner, but you have no desire to crack it open.

Every so often, your eyes would shut for...who knew how long. It was always brief. You were at work and needed to stay as sharp as you could though trying to shake off the cobwebs felt like a waste of time. Occasionally, you'd open your eyes to see Davenport sitting in a nearby chair or at the counter beside you, reading the paper or doing a crossword puzzle or something to pass the time. Not once did he ever nudge you awake. You'd think he'd have given you a stern lecture about falling asleep on the job or something, but no; he didn't appear the least bit concerned.

Shouldn't he though? The store typically had a couple furniture sales – and several less-profitable quill sales – per day up until about four or five days ago. Since then, it may have had two or three, period. That's not going to pay the rent or the bills or your salary at this rate, yet it didn't seem to bother him.

With a long stretch of your back, you sit up and joke, "Maybe if I went and laid down on one of the more comfortable beds we have, we could sell a few. It'd be like, 'hey, this guy's out like a light on this mattress, let's take that one.'. Which is the most expensive one? I'll go use that."

"Hah! That'd probably work too," Davenport quips back as he looks down from his magazine. "Honestly, I'm surprised you've even been able to make it here at all, but you've been on time all this week so far. Is Rarity feeling alright?"

"I think so," you yawn. "I don't know what her problem is lately though. She's been driving me crazy. I mean, she just wants to...fuck all damn day when I get home."

"Heh, yep. Sounds like a terrible problem to have. I don't think you have any idea how jealous the stallions in town are of you. Probably half the mares too," he adds, jabbing an elbow in your ribs.

"Pfff. I thought it was kind of fun the first couple days, but...Christ, she hasn't stopped. I'm not a machine! A few days ago, I come home, she's waiting for me in a...I'm not going to lie, a really sexy negligee. Reminded me of stuff you'd see in catalogs back home. Y'know, with a little garter belt and silk stockings and this little bow at the top of her underwear and stuff. She only stopped to make something quick for us to eat and ten minutes after we're done, she's pulling my pants off again. Next day, she jumps at me like Pinkie Pie would when she wants a hug or something almost as soon as I get in the door. You know what I'm talking about with Pinkie?"

"Yeah, I think I know what you're saying."

"Yeah, I almost slam my head against the wall and she's ripping my clothes off. Guess it's a good thing she's a seamstress. She pulled a few buttons off, but she fixed it the next day. Then, just the other night, she gets up to go to the bathroom and she decides she wants to keep me up for almost two hours. I looked at the clock when she woke me; it was two-thirty in the morning! The hell's wrong with her? She knows I have to work! Besides, I don't know what she expects to get out of me after a while. She's not giving me any time to cool off and...refill the tank, if you know what I mean."

Davenport nods. "Must be nice working from home. You can just flip the sign, lock up, and go take a nap if you want. But, like I said, if you want to lay down, go right ahead."

"Taking a nap doesn't seem to be anywhere on her list these days," you argue.

"Well, yeah, that's to be expected."

A deep breath and a hard rub of your eyes does nothing to force you further awake. What Davenport said, however, does a better job. "What does that mean?"

Your boss raises an eyebrow. "You...don't know? Rarity didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"It's...season, dude. Y'know, mating season? The mares are in heat?"

"Uhhhh..."

"Do you not have something like that back where you're originally from?" Davenport asks.

"No, we just...fool around when we want to. I mean, we do that here too; it's not really any different," you add, shrugging. "So, you're saying all the girls in town..."

"Want to take you to bed and tear you apart, yeah. They're pretty insatiable until season ends. Can't imagine how hard it must be to control themselves sometimes."

"I guess that explains why they're all looking at me lately like I'm a five-course meal and they're all homeless. Just how long does this last anyway?"

"A few weeks usually, give or take."

And horror overtakes your face.

"Dude, I can't do this for a few weeks!"

"Most stallions can't. This time of year, quite a few always end up going to the hospital."

Your eyes balloon as you shrink away. "What the hell for?"

"Exhaustion. Either that or broken bones. Usually their hips."

"The fuck, man?!" Davenport simply shrugs. "Why aren't you worried?"

"I always stock the heck out of the fridge and pantries in the break room before season arrives. The mares around town know I'm not taken, so if I'm heading home for the day, there's a good chance one will snatch me up and drag me to their place, kicking and screaming. I...had a bad experience with that a few seasons ago. Ended up in said hospital for said broken bones. It was fun, but not fun.

"I've made it a point to head home only to shower – and in the middle of the night. I sleep here in the meantime until season goes away. It's generally understood that grabbing stallions while they're at work is rather poor form, so I don't have to worry about that here. They still try and act all coy and seductive if they stop in. Not so much if they have a husband or boyfriend, but, y'know.

"Speaking of stopping in, you're actually going to want to be awake in about a week and a half. That's when our busy season starts," Davenport suggests, closing his reading material and tossing it on the counter, having gotten bored of it.

"Why then?"

"It's usually about that time that any stallions that are going to end up in the hospital are there, and that gives the girls a chance to go shopping for new furniture. We make big bucks then!"

"Why does everyone suddenly need furniture all at once?"

"Bones aren't the only things that get broken."

You let a snort get away. Yeah, it may be wrong finding amusement thinking about what some of the poor guys around town must go through, but how crazy must some of the mares go to break their stuff without being angry at their lovers? "Guessing a lot of beds get sold?"

"A lot of everything really. Tables, chairs, sofas, you name it. Not too many quills though."

"Jesus. I don't suppose I can crash here too till this whole thing blows over?"

"You know this'd be the first place Rarity would look to find you. You sure you want to get on her bad side?"

Dammit, he was right. She'd probably end up killing you, provided she didn't kill you in bed before then. Though, to be fair, there'd be worse ways to go than being sexed to death.

You rub your eyes and fail to shake off the fatigue coursing through your system again. Been a while since you felt so worn out. "I think I'll take you up on your offer about taking a nap."

Davenport playfully jabs at your shoulder. "No problem. If I need you, I'll wake you."

"Cool. Oh, remind me to grab my book on the way out later if I forget."

"Will do!"

One of the cushier beds in the back corner of the shop quickly attracts your attention. Nearly as soon as your head hits the pillow, you pass out into unconsciousness. This makes it rather difficult to hear the customers that just came in the door but not so much when they eventually walk up to you a short while later.

"Hey, sweetie, come check this one out. It must be a pretty nice mattress if he picked this one to sleep on."

Oh, for crying out loud...

Man, that nap was great! And, funny enough, you managed to sell the mattress you slept on. Win-win!

Can't imagine how much you'd be dragging ass over to Twilight's enormous castle if you hadn't gotten some shut-eye. You'll have to have a chat with Rarity when you get home. You actually need to sleep at night. Hopefully, the sleep you got won't keep you up until three in the morning and throw off your routine. Maybe you can take your girl out tonight somewhere, try and wear yourself out in order to prevent that from happening. Might even wear her out enough so she doesn't feel like getting frisky later herself.

Or get drunk and pass out. That could work too.

But, onto the task at hand; you have a book to return. Just hope Twilight or Spike is around. It'd feel a little funny just sauntering on into an empty castle like a common intruder.

The walk is brief from Quills and Sofas. The wait after knocking on the door almost takes as long as the journey, but thankfully, Twilight is home. Her eyes widen when she sees you, and her lip biting doesn't go unnoticed. Ugh, did it ever slip your mind – she's a mare too. Great. Here we go again.

"H-hey you, what's going on?"

"What's up? Rarity wanted to me to return this for her. She finished it last night," you say, giving her the novel.

The book takes flight on its own, surrounded in sparkling magenta. "Oh, great! Come on in. Pleeeease come on in."

"Oh, that's okay, I really should get–"

"Oh no no no, I insist," she interrupts, grabbing you in magic as well and slamming the door. "I was hoping to get some help with something, and now that you're here, maybe you could–"

"Twilight, put me down," you deadpan.

"But, this is important! Well, important to me, at least," she argues, bringing you into her library. "It has nothing to do with being so wound up that it feels like a blood vessel is going to burst in my head because nopony is here to take care of some needs that are driving me crazier than they usually did in the past or anything!"

"Yeah, clearly." The crazed mare unceremoniously drops you in the center of the room while she continues on to where the storybook originated from. Could have been less comfortable. "Quick question, do you want Rarity to kill you...and me? In whatever order she'd kill us in."

"What do you mean?" she asks, nervously wringing her hooves.

"Twilight, Davenport explained to me what's going on with you girls. Whatever you're thinking about doing to me, you really need to quit while you're ahead."

The alicorn takes a deep breath and bops herself on the head a few times. It momentarily seems to bring her back to her senses. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's just...this is my first season as an alicorn and everything feels a lot more intense than before. I was never the most social pony back in Canterlot, so when this time of year would come around, I'd typically...go find an erotic novel or two to keep myself occupied."

"What, you never found a guy to fool around with?"

"Eventually, yeah, but only during one season. He...wasn't very good."

"How would you be able to compare him to anyone else if you never were with anyone else?"

She hunches over and darts her eyes around. You can subtly hear her growling under her breath.

"Twilight, I sincerely doubt it would be something I haven't heard before."

With a groan, the princess grumbles, "I have some things in my bedroom drawer and have read the Pony Sutra, among other things, at least nine or ten times."

"See? That wasn't so hard."

"Oh, shush." The tense mare lands beside you. She could have easily landed practically on top of you, so maybe she has calmed down – relatively. "I didn't expect company at all, but, like I said, now that you are here, maybe you could help me out."

"Twilight, we just–"

"Let me finish! Jeez!" she snaps. "I was going to settle down with one of those novels and...y'know, take care of things since Spike is hanging out with Big Macintosh and Discord for the next few hours. I'm unsure which one to pick since, like I said, I've read them all so many times. Was hoping you could pick one for me."

"Oh! Yeah, I could do that," you agree, rising to your feet.

"Great! Let me go grab them. I keep them hidden away so Spike doesn't accidentally stumble upon them. He doesn't need to be reading such things just yet," she says, taking off to parts unknown.

Before she gets out of the room, you give her pause. "Honestly, he probably knows more than you think."

"Why do you say that?"

"He's about that age, Twilight. Believe me, he knows."

As she floats in the doorway, flapping away, horrifying parental thoughts bombard her head. Was she going to have to sit and give him 'the talk'? Celestia help her if she has to. It was painfully embarrassing when her own parents had to sit down with her. Nope. No way. She wasn't ready. She wasn't going to do it. Nope! He'd just have to...come to her first! That's it! But...oh jeez, what if he really does know things that she doesn't? It hasn't been that many years since Night Light and Twilight Velvet sat down with her, but times do change. Ugh, why was she thinking about this?!

She shakes out the terrible, awful, unwanted thoughts and continues on ahead, leaving you alone for a bit. While waiting, you head over to a nearby shelf and claim a random book. Looks to be science related. A few minutes later, Twilight returns with about a dozen novels of different sizes and thickness. Replacing your text, you skim over the ridiculous, grocery-store-checkout titles. Suppose there's really no accounting for taste sometimes.

"You can take a quick look through them if you want. Could help you decide," Twilight suggests.

With a shrug, you grab the eighth book in the row. Its cover has a stereotypical picture of a girl leaning up against a guy...stallion, whatever, whose hair is flowing in the wind. Criminy, Twilight likes this kind of garbage? Though, it is a book, and that's probably all that matters to her in the end. Plus, she did say it was to help her get off and little else. No reason to think it was going to be terribly deep or intellectual.

You open to a random section, trying to find something sexy as you quickly breeze through a few paragraphs. However, when turning the page, the sharp edge of the paper slices hard into your finger.

"Gah! Son of a...!"

The books fall to the floor, and Twilight hisses through her teeth. "You okay?"

It may be just a paper cut, but the blood is flowing pretty freely. "Yeah, just got me good. Stings like hell."

"Here, let me get that." A clean, white rag and a band-aid pops into existence. The rag wraps itself around your finger and tightens pretty well. A silent minute or two passes as the pressure seems to help. Eventually, the mare removes the cloth and dabs where a bit of blood dried on your skin. The wound is still bleeding a little bit, but nowhere like it was a moment ago. "I can kiss it and make it all better if you want," Twilight jokes.

"You wouldn't start sucking on my finger next, would you?" you fire back. "Cuz we know where that would go."

"Very funny." With a thought, the alicorn fixes the band-aid onto the cut and gives you a jovial smile. "There, that should do it."

"Cool, thanks." You wag your fingers. "Still hurts like hell, but that'll go away."

"Yeah." Twilight examines the pile of sensual stories scattered at your feet. "Um...I think I'll just pick this one," she says, selecting the third novel from your left. "I haven't read it in a while and you're probably not interested in picking one out now, huh?"

"Yeah, I kind of just want to get home."

"Okay. Sorry about what happened."

"Not your fault. Thanks for taking care of it. I'll see you later."

You exchange waves goodbye as you see yourself out. The rag disappears, allowing Twilight to collect her mess and bring the stories back to where she kept them. Looking over the books' titles, some of the more memorable scenes begin playing in her head, winding her up all over again. Biting her lip, she tries to clear her mind and heads into the main hallway. But, before she can get very far, she suddenly stops.

A radical idea pops into her head, one that she really shouldn't be thinking about. The books and her stockpile could only do so much after a while, and granted, she always enjoyed the lewd tales when she needed to release some tension, but it wasn't the same as actual contact. But...no, she couldn't. It would go against everything she stood for!

Still...no one would have to know if she kept real quiet about it, and it did take some time for the spells she read about to do its thing. Plus, who would she tell? Why would she tell? Season could be half over or more before everything was ready and sustainable. She could also easily get Spike out of the castle while she did her work one way or another. Maybe she could convince him, if push came to shove, to have an extended slumber party with the CMC or whatever. He has been hanging out with Sweetie Belle a lot lately, so he'd probably enjoy that. As long as he wasn't... Nope, not thinking about that! They're still young, dammit!

The blood-stained rag returns into being, hovering in front of the flustered princess. No, she really shouldn't. She shouldn't! It's wrong! She's better than this!

...Ugh, she was going to Tartarus.

I-I didn't see nothin'!

Good gravy, did you need to get out of that castle. If you hadn't managed to talk Twilight down, who knows how far things would have gotten? Rarity had told you before about how obsessive and unreasonable Twilight could sometimes get with some things. This was not one of those things you wanted to be around her for, and the potency of her magic would have made it impossible to get away from her if she wanted you to stay.

Several paces away from the large crystal tower, you stop and take a breath. The ordeal has made you want to run home as fast as possible, but that'd just mean getting caught in Rarity's vice grip that much quicker. A distraction was needed. What to do, what to do? No interest in a movie. No television to watch at a bar. Perhaps reading the evening paper on a nearby bench would be a good way to waste an hour or so? It was cheap and easily accessible – and the news stand across the street is just sitting there waiting for you.

The faster you hide behind the paper, the better. Here come the mares' eyes from all angles again...and here comes that one mint-colored unicorn you've seen around from time to time. Um...Lyra, that's it. She's looking at you with googly eyes too. Isn't she into mares though?

Your hand glows golden as the grinning musician approaches, and you feel a gentle yank. A half a step is as far as you're going to move. "Lyra, your...aggressiveness is admirable, but I'm not going with you."

"Aw, but I wanted Bonnie to try something fun and different with me!"

"Do...do you want Rarity to kill you? You know we're together, just like everyone else does."

"It's not like I would say anything!" Lyra pouts.

"Oh yeah, because everyone around us wouldn't see you dragging me off. It'd get back to her. You know that."

"Fine," the mare sighs, letting you go and sulking off.

Whew! That could have gone worse. Now, onto that newspaper.

Thank God the walk back home to the boutique was generally uninterrupted. Was a smart move grabbing a paper and burying your face in it. Probably gave enough ponies the impression that you weren't interested in socializing at all. Shame there wasn't anything terribly interesting that evening to read, but there rarely is. There isn't any such thing in Equestria as a twenty-four-hour news network to waste time with or see what's going on in the world or be lied to by.

The fake reading would have to wait a moment though. The door to Carousel Boutique is locked and the sign is flipped 'Closed'. Wouldn't be the first time the store sign was flipped, but why did she bother to lock the place? Rarity didn't mention that she was going out later on when you saw her last. Eh, maybe something came up. No big deal.

With a shrug, you fish your keys from your pocket and find the right one. The jingle overhead doesn't even register, but the crinkling of paper under your foot as soon as you step inside does. What's this? A note or something?

Apparently so. It says 'Lock the door behind you' and has a kiss on it. Oh jeez, not again. As your pulse increases while you wonder what your wild little mare is about to do, you close the door ever so quietly and obey the note – even though it still triggers the bell. Dammit, shut up!

Your breaths are practically nonexistent. Your feet are stuck to the floor. Strange though, you haven't heard any stampede coming from upstairs and Rarity hasn't called out for you yet. Maybe she did go out and the note is merely something from earlier that you missed out on. How long did it take you to get home from Twilight's castle? Didn't feel that long. The sun's still going to be up for another hour or two, it looks like.

Well...whatever the case, you could use a snack. Flicking your wrist, you dive back into the paper and look for something interesting to gloss over. Though you don't watch where you're going, it's a straight line to the kitchen and pretty simple to figure out where you are when your shoes start hitting the tile floor. Now, what's in the fridge, what's in the fridge? Ah, an apple. That'll work.

After shutting the fridge, a familiar voice greets you as you bite into your fruit, stopping you in your tracks.

"Want something to eat?" Rarity asks, spread eagle on the table, her hind legs and tail hanging over the edge. You barely see her bright blue eyes and coy smirk for a second before she lays her head back down.

Hm. A sweet, delicious, juicy apple...or your girl.

Tough call.

Gulping down your bite, you shrug and casually fling in the apple in the general direction of the sink. It sounds like it may have landed in it, but who cares? The paper flaps onto the floor and you make a beeline for her waiting slit. Good thing for that nap earlier!

In a heartbeat, her entrance is in your face and your hands are around her legs, holding them apart. A happy giggle comes from above. Her sweet musk hits you almost immediately and you take in the erotic scent. A taste quickly follows. Though you thought about it for a brief moment, there was no reason to take your time. Rarity had been ravenous for days, skipping most of the usual foreplay, and the bit you had together didn't last long.

Your coarse tongue grinds into her pleasure center, eliciting her legs to squeeze together ever so slightly. With a few clitoral flicks eliciting delighted hums, you turn things up a bit, a fresh caress tickling her exit and swirling its way up her hole. Her panting grows when you gently suckle on her button, occasionally adding a delicate nibble into the mix.

Taking a second, you well up some spit in your mouth and slide a pair of hungry fingers in, soaking them in preparation for their journey. It wasn't really needed, but every little bit helps – and makes things more enjoyable! Your chin finds itself planted atop Rarity's sweet spot and your mouth still on the attack, leaving just enough room for your digits to slip their way past and into your mare's own wetness. A lone drop leaks down her crack as you poke and prod. A hoof lands on your head, forcing your face in harder, as your lady hisses through her teeth. Oh, she better not squeeze her legs together with the way she's been lately. You like your skull and brains intact.

Your fingers quicken their pace, and Rarity eventually releases her grip on your head, instead grabbing the edge of the table. Her hips swirl about, squeezing your aggressive digits inside her. Eventually, you hear her gasp, "Get up here."

In a flash, you're on your feet and your hands are stumbling over your pants button. Panting like she just ran a race, Rarity stares straight into your eyes, silently begging you to hurry. The pants briefly get caught on your erection until you clumsily force them to your feet. Needing the leverage, you simply rip your shoes off in the process, not wasting time undoing the laces. You had a mare waiting for you, dammit! Your boxers follows suit, and the second you're hands are free, Rarity's mystically grabbing you by the neck and pulling you into her lips.

With passion boiling over, you quickly find yourself and plunge inside her to the hilt. Still lip-locked, she loudly groans in euphoria. Her forelegs find their way around you as a hand grabs onto a hind leg. The other slams down on the table. Your thrusts are steady and long. Through all the heavy breathing, you can still barely hear the slick caress of her pussy as it takes every inch you have with ease.

The kiss breaks, and you find Rarity smiling at you – and in a bit of a daze. Grinning back, you repeatedly slam into her harder than before. Gasping, she arches her back and quietly moans, "Ngh! Ah! Oh, shit!"

While it wasn't the first time by any stretch, It was always so fun hearing your lady swear in spite her prim and proper attitude. But now, it was time to take control of the situation. You take her forelimb in hand and pull them apart. She gets the idea and lets you go. Standing tall and proud, you tightly grip her hips and slam into her like a jackhammer. She shrieks and squeals in ecstasy as her body shakes with every rapid, violent crash.

Her hooves find new homes. Not wanting to be thrown around too much, she grabs onto your wrists and hangs on while her hind legs squeeze around your waist. However, the table still manages to be pushed an inch or two across the floor before bumping into one of the dining chairs, its legs loudly scraping the tiles. Eh, the floor will be fine.

You, on the other hand, will be even better in a moment. With Rarity practically screaming and your cock smashing her cunt, you start to feel the wonderful beginning of the end. The time arrives and you bury yourself inside her, releasing a river of white. Rarity climaxes with you, nearly biting her lip till it bled as she equally clutches at your wrists. When you finally finish, you gently collapse onto your girl and hold her head in your arms. Her hooves delicately wrap back around your neck, and a happy hum whispers in your ear.

"Mmmmm, I needed that," she pants, smooching your ear.

Before you catch your breath, you quip, "You made me waste an apple."

Her giggles were always so cute.

With a final parting kiss, you stand up off your lady and find the paper towels to clean up after yourself – as well as the apple laying in the sink. Rarity, in the meantime, is content with staying on the table for a few more minutes as your gift begins to leak out of her. Once you're as dry as you're going to get without a shower, you set the roll beside her. She'll get to it when she's ready. Better put your pants back on. Will be easy without the flagpole getting in the way.

May as well go ahead and toss the unfortunate fruit into the trash too. You'd prefer not to eat it after it's been sitting in the sink for a little while. Rarity's also cleaning herself up now. Guess she knows she has to get up eventually anyway. Preemptively, you scoop the garbage can out from under the sink and wait for your lady to be finished, chucking the apple away. After a couple minutes, a few wads of paper float their way over and are dropped in. Oh yeah, the newspaper needs to be tossed as well. No problem.

Sighing contently, Rarity sits up and hops off the table, her big, beautiful, satisfied blue eyes blinking. "Want something to eat?"

"Isn't that how this whole thing got started?" you joke back.

"Actual dinner, this time," she chuckles.

"Yeah, sounds great. Let me go toss this out first. Garbage is tomorrow, right?"

"It is."

"Thought so. Okay, I'll be right back."

"Anything in particular you interested in?" Rarity asks.

"Eh, surprise me."

"Alright. Think I'll start by wiping off the table first though."

Smiling, you nod and make your way out the door. Boy, the typical clean air is always so much more refreshing after a good romp. It constantly comes to mind, especially lately, but it really is great at helping relax your heart rate. As you walk by the kitchen window, you take a look inside and see your girl just finishing wiping down the table as she said she was going to. Your grin grows a little longer while reminiscing about the recent playtime.

Wait...the heck's this red thing in the sea of green bushes? And...are those yellow...hairs? The fuck?

The trash is set on the ground as you take to a knee. You snatch the little red thing and look it over. It's small, round and appears to be stretchy. Is this a hair band? Sure looks like it. And, yeah, those are definitely blonde hairs hanging from the branches. Who could...?

Hold on. The only pony you've ever seen with hair bands like these and also has blonde hair is...

Err...did she...? Could she? No! She wouldn't! Rarity's told you all about her. She's traditional and modest and stuff. Peeping isn't her nature! But...it is season, and as you now know, season makes mares do some crazy things.

Wait, what's with the ground by your foot? It looks recently disturbed, like someone dug into the dirt rather hard. Maybe when...someone was suddenly running away? Sure enough, about a foot or so behind you, there's a loose trail of clumps of dirt. Looks like it could fill the small holes in front of you if you filled them back up. You double check the window, and sure enough, from where you're kneeling, you can see the table as clear as day.

...Holy shit.

Oh jeez, what do you do?! Do you say something to Rarity? She and Applejack are really close friends, but...this is a bit much. You don't want Rarity to end up hating her or anything, but AJ needs to come clean. She's supposed to be all about honesty, isn't she? Not only that, but if you try and hide this from your lady, that could piss her off too. Who's to say she wouldn't end up biting your head off and saying you should have told her? Ugh...yeah, better to get things out in the open now before they get potentially get worse later.

You rise to your feet and nervously bite your lip. You hesitate for a minute before knocking on the window. Rarity is there in a second, a curious look on her face once she sees the trepidation on yours. A 'come here' motion prompts her presence.

"What is it, hon?" she asks once upon you.

You hold up the band and the hairs, confusing Rarity. "I...found these in the bushes. The ground also looks like someone was standing here and then ran off in a hurry. Some dirt was kicked up," you argue, pointing to the bits of soil on the grass. "Who else do you know that wears these things?"

"But...but those could have come from anypony." A blink and the mare freezes up. "Oh sweet Celestia, somepony was watching us!"

The red band takes to the air, glowing blue. Rarity stares at it is disbelief, saying nothing. She turns toward the window and back to the evidence. As hard as she tries to speak, to rationalize things, words escape her again. Gasping, she finally takes note of the curtains inside and snaps them closed.

A couple unsurprisingly quiet days pass by. The fashionista didn't appear to be mad at you, but she also didn't jump your bones even once. More often than not, when you were together, she seemed a bit lost in thought. Three guesses as to what was on her mind. Whenever you asked if she wanted to talk about anything, she'd brush you off or change the subject. Ugh, what was going through her head? Was she plotting something? Was she just upset? Angry? Disappointed? What?!

While it was nice not having to worry about being torn apart in the sack – or anywhere else she wanted – for a change, you still feel bad for bringing this upon her – not to mention helpless. What were you supposed to do if she never wants to talk about it when she very clearly should? Guess the only thing you can do is just let her do her own thing. She'd let you know when she was ready, right?

Well, she would finally let you know early that evening as you sat on the couch reading another book she had borrowed from Twilight a little while back, punctuated with a peck on the cheek. "Hey," you happily say. "You alright?"

"Mhm," she replied with a nod and a smile. It was nice to see her in good spirits again. "I need you to come with me. We're going to pay Applejack a visit."

Oh God, she was going to die.

Alright, if you insist...

"Why won't you tell me what's going through your head?" you ask your fashionista amidst the shady apple trees. "You still haven't mentioned why we're coming here. You asked me to come when you could talk to her yourself, so shouldn't I know what's going on?"

The sun was nearly gone for the day, and a few sparse beams were peaking through the leaves, flicking light against your skin. The Apple's home was only a couple more minutes walk by now, but Rarity had yet to tell you what she was up to – which could frankly be anything. Rarity was always a sly little minx.

"Just follow my lead," she says coyly.

With a sigh, you continue on. If she's not going to spill the beans, fine. Soon enough, you pass by the barn. It's open, but there's no noise coming from within. Something probably isn't finished somewhere; the Apples wouldn't leave the door open like that. Just next to the barn is the ultimate destination though. Upon reaching the Apple home, Rarity knocks. Hm, odd. No response. Maybe you'll be able to turn around, go home, and try and weasel your lady's plans out of her later.

However, Rarity has other ideas. She tries the knob, and, sure enough, it's unlocked. Kind of nice to live in a place where the idea of home invasion, armed or not, simply isn't a thing. Maybe in a big city but not in this little Podunk town. Still, if this was your place, you wouldn't want anyone just barging in whenever they want. Good thing Applejack and Rarity were such good friends or, in another world, someone could end up accidentally at the business end of a gunshot.

She sticks her head inside, and through the opening, you can hear some gentle snoring. Short list as to who that is. Heading in and closing the door quietly behind, the two of you stroll up to Granny Smith, sitting in her rocking chair having dozed off.

"Um, excuse me? Granny Smith?" Rarity whispers, nudging her awake.

"Huh, wha?! Whuzzit? Oh, hey you two," she says, yawning and stretching. "What brings you here?"

"Hello, dear! Apologies for the intrusion, but do you happen to know where Applejack is? We were hoping to talk to her about something. It's kind of important."

"Sure do! She's upstairs taking a nap. Had the same idea I did. Said she worked herself up something fierce today and just wanted to lay down for a bit before we had dinner. Speaking of which, I should probably get started soon." The elderly Apple stumbles off her chair and cricks her back in the process. Jeez, that didn't sound good. "Oof! Stupid old bones. Guess it's a good thing you showed up when you did. Probably would've slept all the way through till tomorrow if you hadn't...or when Big Mac finished up whatever he's doing outside and woke me up anyway, whichever."

"Glad we could help, I suppose. We'll see you later!" Rarity replies. You follow a step behind as she trots past the senior, giving the old girl a wave as she heads into the kitchen.

Second door on the right. Your lady would know where it is, of course. She's been here plenty of times. Just likely never for such a...unique reason. Hopefully this doesn't get weird. Her knock eventually gets a response. Must have woke Applejack up. Her hair and tail is messy, and she's rubbing the sleep from her green eyes.

"Hey, guys," she yawns, "what's going on?"

"Good afternoon, dear. Sorry for waking you. Could we come in? I was hoping to talk to you about something kind of...important."

"Oh, uh, sure thing." Odd, A.J. doesn't seem at all worried or bothered. Maybe you were wrong about her being the spy? The farmer hops back onto the bed and adjusts her pillow, leaning it against the headboard. You choose to stand near the foot of the bed and Rarity, upon closing the door, lays down between you, facing her friend. Are you going crazy or did Rares just lock said door? What's she up to?! "So, what brings you guys here?"

The fashionista bites her lip. How does one go about accusing one of her closest friends of such deviant behavior, especially one who'd frown upon it so harshly? Well, directly yet gently, if they were Rarity. "Applejack, a few days ago, we...discovered something outside the boutique. Over by the kitchen window where the table is."

A nod tells you to remove the evidence from your pocket: a red hair band and a few strands of long, golden hair. You set them on the night stand beside the bed.

It's subtle, but you see Applejack's eyes bug out and her face sink ever so slightly – the actions of a guilty party knowing they've been caught. Guess you were right all along.

Of course, she tries to act all innocent. She should know better, what with the honesty thing and all. Jeez, Rarity told you before that A.J. was a bad liar and she wasn't kidding! "Errr, w-what's all that?"

Your single raised brow could give the cowgirl a run for her money – as could Rarity's. All the poor girl could do is shrink away with nowhere to go.

"Well, how do you even know those are mine? I'm not the only blonde in town and...I-I'm sure somepony else wears hair bands."

"I've never seen anypony else in town wear hair bands, Applejack," Rarity deadpans.

"Okay, but...but, so what? What does finding them outside your window have to do with anything?"

Your lady sighs and clears her throat. Why did this feel like it was suddenly about to get loud and ugly in here? "We were...in the throes of passion at the time. On the table. Right in plain sight. Yes, I forgot to close the drapes," she adds with an eye roll.

"And...why do you feel I need to know this or had anything to do with any of this?"

You finally pipe up, justifiably annoyed at the constant evasion. "A.J., we found the dirt outside disturbed in such a way that you had to have been sitting there long enough for your feet to dig in and then, when something spooked you, you bolted, and when you ran, your tail must have gotten stuck for a second on a branch and snagged the hair band."

Laughter was not the response you expected. "Whaaaat? And how did you come up with such an idea?"

"You realize Rarity likes to read those detective novels...um..."

"Shadow Spade."

"Yeah, Shadow Spade. Plus, y'know, paying attention to details is part of her job. And I'm not an idiot."

Well, that stopped the laughter real quick. Ah, the first bead of sweat. Applejack is even more cornered now than before. With a grunt, she folds her forelimbs in front of her chest and looks away, scowling – and grumbling something under her breath too.

"I'm sorry, dear?"

"You should've been more careful," she mumbles. "Besides, it...it doesn't sound like this is the first time with you two messin' up like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask.

"Y'know...you and...Pinkie?"

Rarity's eyes meet yours. Crap! "W-What about her?"

"Oh, come on! A few months ago? Sweetie Belle stopped by your place late one night to pick up her homework or something and she said that the three of you were...y'know!"

Clamming up in the face of the truth has become suddenly popular. "So, you know about that," you mutter.

"Oh, dear Celestia! How could you do that?! Relationships like yours are supposed to be one on one! What in the world happened?!"

Rarity looks at you again, slightly embarrassed, your own lip bitten this time. Seems the cat was out of the bag. What harm could it do at this point? "Pinkie came with us on a date we had planned since she was feeling a bit down in the dumps. We went to dinner, had a few drinks, one thing led to another..." you explain.

Applejack glares at your mare. "And you were okay with this?"

"Sweetie, I was the one who suggested she come with us in the first place." The farmer blinks in surprise. At least she couldn't accuse you of being the bad guy anymore, if that was going to be her intention from the get-go. "And I don't regret it either. Heck, it was...rather fun, to be honest," Rarity admits, smirking mischievously. Her reddening cheeks are too adorable.

Poor, sweet Applejack's brain must have broke. "So...you two are–?"

"Just fine, yeah."

"I must admit," Rarity adds, "it was a bit exciting watching my boo with somepony else. But we wouldn't have done all that we did with somepony we didn't know and trust completely, and I think you'll admit that we can trust Pinkie Pie. I'm also trusting you that you don't speak of this either. We and Pinkie made a promise to keep things quiet."

"Okay, okay," the farmer eventually sighs, "I won't say anything either then."

"Cool, thanks. There's still something we really gotta know, though," you say. Her green eyes slice right toward you. She must have an idea what you're about to ask. "Why did you watch? I mean...yeah, under normal circumstances, I can't see you doing something like that – at least, from what I know about you. Is it because it's season for you guys aaaand...?"

The farmer shifts her gaze away again, sulking visibly. "Yeah, I guess so. You're right though. I wouldn't normally have done that. I only came over because a branch caught my hat while I was working and torn a hole in it. Thought I'd ask you to patch it up for me. The front door was locked, so I figured I'd head to the back door and...well, you know the rest."

"Did you, at least, enjoy what you saw?" Rarity hums.

"I am not going to answer that."

"Oh, she did," you whisper to your sweetheart.

"She totally did." Applejack could only roll her eyes and conveniently not deny it. Meanwhile, Rarity shifts in place, facing you directly now. "I suppose it's only fair then that she get to finish watching the show. We do owe her that much."

Without warning, your shorts are magically yoinked down to the floor and you're dragged to the side of the bed. "The Hell?" Poor Applejack is just as stunned and it only gets worse when the fashionista takes you into her mouth. Shit, she isn't even waiting for you to be at attention yet!

"What are–?!" The country girl quickly stops herself from screaming at the top of her lungs. She did not need to have Granny Smith finding her way to her room to investigate any loud ruckus. "What the heck are you doing?!" she hisses.

Just as wildly confused, you shake your head and shrug at the orange mare. But, Rarity's efforts were quickly paying off, forcing you to bite your lip and begin to succumb to ecstasy. You always loved what she did with her gifted tongue. This still felt a bit wrong.

You'll get over it – starting with tossing your shirt away and scraping your shoes off your feet. The socks can stay.

Your eyes meet hers, and your hand almost unconsciously finds the top of her head. She gazes at you hungrily as your cock gradually hardens, filling her warm, wet mouth. A small grin takes form across your lips with each noisy slurp. Much to your delight, Rarity suddenly swallows you whole, her nose feeling a slight tickle thanks to curly hairs. Bit by bit, she slides you out her throat, never breaking eye contact, until your head literally pops from her snout. Smirking coyly, Rarity just barely shifts her focus to her speechless friend.

Applejack's dumbfounded yet thirsty, curious stare immediately shifts to disdain upon being discovered. Folding her forelegs even tighter than before, she looks away and snorts in disgust.

Stifling a chortle, Rarity asks, "Something wrong, Applejack?"

"Oh, just finish up already and get out," she snarls.

Shrugging to herself, Rarity spins around and lays on her back, spreading herself for you and draping her legs and tail off the side of the bed just like she did the kitchen table. She flutters her eyes a single, seductive time and motions you over.

Your hormones officially override your intelligence, even in such an awkward situation. You can never say no to that come-hither smile.

The fashionista takes in a sharp breath when you enter her. You lean in and her forelimbs wrap gently around your neck. The mattress squeaks in protest with every slow, firm thrust. A light, tugging nibble on her fuzzy ear makes her giggle. As she enjoys herself, Rarity takes the briefest of seconds to check on Applejack. The farmer is staring with bated breath, but the as soon as their eyes meet, she quickly turns away as she did before, just with slightly less scowling this time. A wry grin stretches across your sweetheart's cheeks.

It's a unique time to strike up a conversation, even a whispered one. Hopefully the mattress and the pounding together of flesh will mask enough of what Rarity says to you. "So, what do you think?"

"What about?"

"This."

You pull away a bit and stare quizzically; your hips keep up a good pace though. Regardless, that's not really an answer.

"You were right before about..." Rarity darts her eyes at her friend and back. "Don't look!"

Okay, you won't. But, again, what's she talking about? Well, once she shares a cocky grin with you, it's not hard to figure out. It even takes the wind out of your sails for a minute.

"Wait, you mean this was all to get back at...?"

"Mmmm, partially." Once more, Rarity wraps a hoof around you and pulls you in close, hiding her lips behind your head for Applejack not to see. "I can be a devious bitch when I want to be."

Jeez, she wasn't kidding! Yet, oddly, you're not really upset with her. If anything, you find it all kind of amusing. Aside from hearing her say something so unlike her, it's not every day a lady will drag you straight into the bedroom of one of her best friends just to fuck in front of her in an effort to get back at her for some perceived slight.

"Ohhh, what am I going to do with you?" you tease.

"Whatever it is, do it later. Right now, stand up. Give her a good view. She's watching but she won't admit it."

Stifling a chuckle, you obey the wanton mare and firmly take hold of her hips. As you get back to roughly pounding her slit, you spy from the corner of your eye that indeed A.J. is staring, watching, probably a step or two away from salivating. With another quick glance sideways, you observe her even trying to get a slightly better shot of your cock sliding in and out of Rarity. She spots you watching and shies away once again, this time more embarrassed than anything. But her actions still betray her and it's not long before she goes back to eating you up with her hungry green eyes. She doesn't even bother to stop when you both turn and face her outright.

A white hoof taps at your hand. What's up this time?

Between heavy breaths, Rarity gives you a nod. You cock your head; what's she going on about now? She follows her smirk with a sudden, stunning revelation – one that feels oddly familiar.

"Okay, Applejack, your turn."

"Huh?" The cowgirl is engulfed in blue and slid up next to you both. She has an even more bewildered look on her face than before, but you rapidly put two and two together. Good Lord, this was Rarity's actual plot the whole time.

...Shit, you were lucky – assuming A.J. was cool with things, of course.

You double check with Rarity, and she gives you another nod. Looks like you're in the clear, but you better take things a bit slow. Don't want to get your arm torn off and be beaten to death with it by an angry, orange mare. Poor girl needs to remember how to breathe though.

Ever so cautiously, your hand finds its way to a hind leg. Not going straight in for the kill just yet, but the gentle caress of your fingertips against her skin make her leg twitch, and a gasp hisses through her teeth. Jeez, if that little bit of sensuality sends that much of a jolt through her system, Rarity must have been right that Applejack has gone a long while without any contact. The pains of being a workaholic.

Once she's relaxed again, the soft circular rubbing continues. You can feel every bit of her tight muscles clench up as you move closer and closer to her sweet spot. Heaving breaths rush from her nose. She's biting her lip, trying to remain quiet as not to attract any unwanted familial attention. It's obvious that it's not easy for her. You finally reach her clit and, with a gasp, she slams her legs shut. Is A.J. cutting you off or...?

Ah, she's not. Her legs gradually open as the initial shock dies down. Just not used to someone else touching her there – yet. As Applejack gasps for breath, she turns to the fashionista. "I'm gonna get you for this."

"Promises, promises."

Rarity wriggles as you leave her and step to her friend, a bit disappointed but still eager to watch what was to come. Your meat, coated in your lady's slick, is the only thing in Applejack's sights as you grab hold and nuzzle her entrance with your head. Grabbing tightly to her leg, you slowly push everything you have inside the cowgirl and soak in the new flavor. If Applejack were much tighter, it may have hurt. Thankfully, she's excited enough now – and she'd have no real choice but to admit it – to be consumed by passion too. The way she arched her back off the bed and curled her tail around your leg was enough of a giveaway. Her resistance to screaming in ecstasy and alerting the family makes you cock a smile. This was going to be fun.

Despite how wet you already were, and how juicy the Apple was starting to become, you had to take it slow, partially to enjoy fucking your lady's close friend as much as possible and partially to get the farm girl loosened up some more. Mostly the former though. It's a good thing you had been fooling around so much lately. If you hadn't, the long, loud, moist strokes and the steady pops of your hips into A.J.'s wanton clit would have set you off already. Though her vice-like grip wasn't helping in that regard. That was fine though!

Beside you, Rarity had propped herself on her side, holding her head up on a free hoof. She was sporting a devious little grin while her other hoof was busy below. Good to see she was enjoying herself too, but considering what happened a few months ago involving Pinkie, that's not a surprise. Is she going to join in this time too?

However, she may not have time to. Applejack suddenly gasps, takes hold of your hand and wraps her legs around your midsection, pinning you inside her. Good Lord, it feels like she's going to break a couple ribs! Her shaking and quivering alleviates the pain a little though; it's always nice to see a job well done, even if you don't finish yourself. She certainly seems to be taking a while to get it all out. Not surprising though after what Rarity's told you.

Finally, Applejack is spent. Her breaths are heavy and raspy, and you’re mercifully set free from those powerful hind legs of hers as they slumped off the side of the bed. As you back away, her tail wraps around your leg. You also note that she hasn't let your hand go yet.

Once her breathing calms down, she commands, "I didn't say stop."

Winding up and winding down

"I didn't say stop," Applejack demands.

Well...errr...not that you couldn't go for a little while longer, of course, but would Rarity be okay with that? After all, Applejack already finished - kind of. It's not really that surprising that she'd have a lot of stamina, given all the manual labor she does and the fact that she's an Earth pony. Pinkie did briefly mention that during that particular wild night some months ago. You glance in Rarity's direction to see her taking a short break from pleasing herself to assess things. Your questioning eyes meet hers. She looks over her orange friend and back to you a couple times and gives you an approving shrug.

Have you told your honey recently how awesome she was? You need to do that later.

With a coy little shrug of your own for the cowgirl, you reach up and grip onto her shoulders firmly. She grabs onto your wrists, ready for whatever you want to do next. Time to turn things up a bit.

You slide out just enough not to fall from her hole and aggressively slam back in. It's still rough for her, but she manages to suppress a sensual grunt - for the most part. Another pair of forceful crashes into her entrance with your entirety and she gets what you're up to. It was a wonder no one hear the loud pops from your flesh combining. With Rarity giggling in the background, also figuring things out, you flash Applejack a wry grin. She gives you one back.

There is no relenting in your pace. In turn, Applejack stops holding back her moans and gasps. Her whole body shakes with every violent, wet impact. After a minute or two of watching your cock be buried all the way inside her, the farmer's head collapses on the mattress. A hand comes free, moves up to her cheek and slides down her neck. In response, she takes your hand and brings it back up to her mouth to suck on a finger or two.

Rarity licks her lips at the succulent sight. As much as she may want to jump in and get involved too, this is Applejack's day. Your lady can have you whenever she wants. However, a naughty thought crosses her mind that she puts away for the moment. She figures Applejack had something to take care of business on lonely nights somewhere in her room, but she wasn't quite ready to search for it just yet. Her back was beginning to arch a bit too hard for her to be concerned about finding any battery-operated boyfriends that her orange friend may have lying around at the moment.

As Rarity bites her lips and digs her hoof into herself even harder, Applejack snags tightly onto your arm again. Her heaving gasps rise in volume and rapidity; she was cumming yet again. She really is quite the workhorse! Your own pace increases as a reward for not crushing you with her hind legs again. Eventually, she comes back down but her longing doesn't – even after firing off two rounds. Even Pinkie was ready to collapse after only one trip to paradise, so it can't simply be an Earth pony thing. Though considering how much physical labor the cowgirl does... Yeah, makes a lot of sense.

Not that that's a bad thing right now. You've still got some gas in the tank thanks to Rarity draining you pretty dry the last several days in a row. However, a new angle would be nice too. You pull out and spin your finger at your lover. Applejack gets the idea and flips onto her stomach, shifting her tail away and wiggling her impressively firm ass at you. If only you had a spare bit laying around at the moment, you could test a fun theory.

A mouth-watering idea comes to mind with the new temptation presented before you as Applejack gets comfortable, laying her head on folded forelegs. You grin devilishly at Rarity and wiggle your brow. A mix of surprise and mischief is returned. It's not likely that Applejack has done what you have in store for her – assuming she allows you to proceed once you get started – given how traditional you know she can be with some things. Still, even she'd probably admit that experimentation can be fun, and you have heard stories from Rainbow Dash about some of their nutty competitions and attempts to out-dare each other before. Not to mention the fact that you're with Rarity and being allowed to fuck another one of her closest friends without being eviscerated. A.J.'s traditionalism has been thrown out the window for a while now.

"C'mon now, don't keep a girl waitin'," Applejack eagerly commands.

Your first instinct feels natural to her when you grab hold of her dock and swing her tail up and along her back, even getting a giggle out of her. However, she doesn't notice you getting down on your knees.

A wave of brief and delightful surprise quickly washes over her when your fingers force their way inside her, poking and clawing away. You're unsure but ultimately unconcerned which was wetter – her mouth or her pussy. The slightest of glances against her throbbing clit sent spasms through her hind legs and a quiver to her lips. Her whines and whimpers were starting to making Rarity a bit jealous.

But now it was time to test the deeper waters. Applejack suddenly hoists herself up, stiff as a board, and let out her loudest gasp yet when your tongue makes slippery contact with her exit.

"H-hey now!"

You freeze up for a moment to let her take in the new sensation. She's not saying no. With a smirk, you get back to work, swirling the tip of your tongue around her sensitive hole, all the while continues to poke and prod at her pink pleasure center. She's too busy biting her lip and twitching as you slurp away to criticize or ask you to stop.

"Breathe, darling," Rarity speaks up. "You need to relax!"

"E-easy for you to say," the cowgirl hisses as she flops back onto her stomach.

"Mmmm, it is, isn't it?"

Trading a smirk for a sigh, Applejack smooshes her face into the mattress and tries to take her friend's advice with a deep breath. Bit by bit, her jerking and gasping soften up as she gradually gets used to the new, invasive sensation. Her pulse begins picking up. Keeping your fingers plunged inside her while your thumb gently rubs her button is certainly helping with that.

You throb as Applejack squirms and puckers up when your tongue hits the occasional sweet spot. It's almost as if she' subtly asking for more than just a tongue, and as much fun as tasting the sexy orange mare is, it's becoming more and more clear that you need to proceed. Hell, it's practically starting to hurt!

The fingers slide out and you get to your feet. Rarity's sultry smile cracks just a little bit wider.

"You let me know if it's too much, okay?" you say, guiding your tip up to her back door and knocking. She perks her head up, holding her breath, and gives you a nod.

"Oh, she can handle it. Applejack's the toughest mare in town!" your lady pipes up, which garners another glare.

After a brief laugh and a shake of the cowgirl's head, it's show time! As expected, there's resistance – she had never done such a taboo thing before – but after a moment, you manage to push on through, groaning a bit louder than you probably should. The absolute last thing you all need is for another family member to hear you and decide to investigate. A blue glow closes your lips and a white hoof silently shushes you.

A.J.'s fortunate she didn't bit her lip hard to enough to bleed it. She growls with every new inch you force inside her. It's slow going and incredibly tight – far tighter than Pinkie Pie or even Rarity ever was, but you don't want to hurt her. But Rarity was right; she could take it! She's got a reputation to maintain, even if nopony else ever finds out about all this – which they wouldn't! Soft breaths of mild relief leave her lungs when you gradually pull out, but thankfully, you're able to get just a bit deeper with each fresh, careful thrust.

It's an odd feeling for the cowgirl though not entirely unpleasant. Perhaps she could get used to it, assuming Rarity would allow another get-together like this in the future. You'd certainly be down for that too, especially after hearing Applejack mumble her approval under her breath more than once.

Several minutes and several plunges pass until your ultimate goal is achieved. It took plenty of wonderful work, but you can't go any farther in, pushing balls deep into her ass. You lean over her, balancing on a fist, and pull her face towards yours. Her wanton, hungry green eyes stare into yours. Grinning, you give your hips a triumphant little thrust, which makes the mare chuckle one solitary time. From the side, you hear Rarity hum in delight, still in the midst of pleasuring herself.

Pushing yourself back up, your grabby hand slides down her long, slender neck and back, eventually coming to rest alongside its counterpart, firmly gripping Applejack's toned butt. You remove most of your cock with utmost care and push back inside her nearly all the way again and again. Long, hushed moans are whispered as the mare lays her head back down on the bed, perfectly content with being impaled by your pulsing dick in a way she would never have imagined until that day.

The initial resistance was gone by now, and it wasn't long before sliding in and out of her asshole was a far simpler endeavor than before. You weren't going to go beyond a nice steady pace, however. Rarity could take a pounding without much difficulty, just like she did when this whole heat season thing started. Applejack wasn't there just yet no matter how much she'd likely try and convince you that she was. Besides, you were going to take your time and enjoy every minute of this!

Speaking of Rarity, you were admiring the view too much to notice her taking a short break to tap her chin and smirk devilishly. Something's come to mind, and she has a feeling she knows where to find her answer – assuming the answer was 'yes'. Even though Applejack never really had time to do the whole relationship thing, that likely didn't mean she never got any urges. You only notice that she had scooted across the bed by the time she's already hanging slightly over the edge, her horn aglow.

The cowgirl snaps between breaths when she hears the top drawer to her nightstand open, "Hey! What're you doin'?"

No reply comes, but after a second of rummaging, the answer Rarity was seeking doesn't either. She does, however, discover the treasure in the bottom drawer and smiles wide. A decently sized aquamarine phallus hovers in the air sparkling. Looks like it may be a little bigger than you. Applejack's face goes beet red. You even manage to stop mimicking a piston for a moment yourself.

"I figured I'd find something."

"Dammit, put that back!"

"Oh no, I've got plans for this. Though they might not be what you're thinking."

"A.J., considering what all we're doing here, I don't see what the big deal is," you add, giving her a quick jab as 'punishment'.

Sighing, the mare concedes. "Eh, I guess."

With an amused roll of your eyes and shake of your head, you get back to work while Applejack returns to trying not to moan too loudly. Rarity makes her way back down, dildo still in the air and gets comfortable again and slides it a few times down her throat. It doesn't take long before it's covered in a thick coat of spit.

"How does it taste?" you joke.

"No taste. But, it looks to be ready now."

However, instead of making its way toward's Rarity's promised land, she guides it down below and between your own legs, forcing you to briefly panic and stop. Thankfully, it doesn't poke aggressively at any place on your body. Whew! As much as you enjoyed doing such a thing to your girl – and to Pinkie and now A.J – you were a pitcher. You do feel a slight brushing up against the boys though. What was Rarity up to?

Oh...oh, shit! Something she enjoyed herself from time to time back home. In fact, something she had done more than once during her season these past few weeks, and now she was going to share that with Applejack too. How generous, indeed.

The toy's wet head easily slips inside Applejack's slit. She gasps and bites her lip. Another and another inch disappears until it's buried to the hilt, and her moans get loud enough to warrant her grabbing her pillow and burying her face into it.

She wasn't the only one who was going to have a hard time though. When your lady does this, it doesn't exactly take much after that for you either. It's suddenly turned into a race to the finish, you assumed, especially with vocal Applejack was becoming.

Your eyes meet with your honey's, and you shake your head. "Bad!" Her sexy grin was all she needed to say.

Off to the races it was then. Your firm thrusts were gone and increase in speed. Rarity takes command of the dildo and does her best to match your pace. Obscenities pour from the pillow as the farmer's nerves light up like a Hearth's Warming tree.

It was barely a couple minutes of double stuffing and A.J. felt it bubbling up again, much harder than before. She stiffens up and lets out a long, heaving groan that is mercifully muffled by the pillow. She twitches uncontrollably as she decorates her toy with her own juicy layer of natural lube.

"Oh, yeah," Rarity moans.

Seconds later, you're right behind her. Your cock starts to throb, but Applejack probably isn't quite ready for where you'd love to finish. Don't want to throw everything at once at the poor girl in a single night. Just as you're about to fire, you yank her tail out of the way, pull out and take aim at that round cheek of hers, giving Rarity a free show. The first warm stream flies, decorating her apple-icious cutie mark. A few more land on her back, and you make sure for the last bits to dribble onto her gaping exit for good measure. Applejack goes completely limp. You squeeze onto her clean side and give it a reassuring pat as you catch your breath.

Another ass conquered.

A gentle nudge from the light blue weapon as it leaves its host makes you move away. Definitely wetter than when it went in, no doubt about it. Rarity takes a closer look and is also pretty impressed. She gives you a warm smile as she hops off the bed. "Going to go grab a towel or two."

Not wanting to set such a messy piece down on the furniture, she brings it with it, still floating around in the air. The door is unlocked and she peeks outside, fortunately not spotting anyone. Better get going while the getting was good. She heads out and quietly closes the door behind her. The pipes speak up a few seconds later. Must be in the bathroom.

A.J. still really hadn't moved since you finished. You sit beside her as you wait and look at her frazzled mane. Doesn't look like any of your mess made it onto the sheets or anything. Her green eyes shift and meet yours. With a tired smile, she lazily reaches over for your hand and squeezes it as best a hoof can. You reciprocate and chuckle.

"So, you enjoy yourself?"

She hums and nods. As if she wasn't already sleepy enough when you stopped by in the first place.

The running water eventually turns off. A moment later, Rarity returns, one wet washcloth and one dry towel in tow. Looks like she was drying off the dildo. She finally puts it back and makes her way back to the two of you, deciding to clean you off first. The cold water is quite the jolt after such a heated affair. The clean towel feels nice though. You blow her a kiss and get one back once she's done. Lastly, she takes care of her friend. Applejack also perks up at the less-than-optimal temperature. May be because of the sensitive area too for all you know.

"Where's the laundry basket, dear? Should make sure these get washed soon."

"The bathroom, in the closet," the orange mare mumbles.

Nodding, Rarity heads right back out and puts the linens away. When she returns, your clothes make their way over to you and are set in your lap. Guess it was time to go.

Did Applejack just pout? Ah well. Shame you couldn't stay. Was still cute though.

As you get dressed, Rarity addresses her motionless girlfriend. "I assume you enjoyed yourself, darling?"

"Mmhmm."

"Wonderful! I have to say, it was rather enjoyable for me too. I almost wanted to join in, but this one belonged to you. Now, let this be a lesson that you shouldn't spy on other ponies through their window while they're making love on their dining room table. Deal?" she jokingly asks.

"I'll stop by again tomorrow," Applejack retorts.

Giggling, your lady climbs onto the bed one last time and gives her a peck on the cheek. "I'll keep an eye out."

As you both wave goodbye and head out, Applejack gradually sits up and sighs deeply, a relaxed, satisfied smile on her face. That was an eventful experience. An exhausting one too. She was in the middle of a nap when you showed up. She could get back to that. Doesn't sound or smell like dinner was being made yet either. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Taking another deep breath, she replaces the pillow and crawls back under the covers. It wasn't long before she was utterly knocked out.

In the meantime, you and Rarity and made your way downstairs and past a still-snoring old mare. How in the world did she not hear anything? Well...she is old and her hearing probably wasn't the best, so, yeah. Big Macintosh was just getting in from putting the farming equipment away, half an eaten apple in hoof. You exchange quick pleasantries and are finally on the way home under the cool sunset.

The red stallion finishes his snack and wakes his grandmother. After gathering her bearings, she welcomes him home and heads to the kitchen to get started making chow. Big Mac, on the other hoof, heads upstairs to take a quick shower.

Now where was Applejack? She said she was going to snooze before dinner. Upon reaching her door, he opens it up and, sure enough, finds her out cold. He smiles and is about to leave her alone when an odd fragrance hits him. Strange that he didn't get a whiff of anything until now. Funny, it smells sort of like how the market has for the last few weeks, what with...

Wait. Why was it coming from Applejack? It's never been like that before since it doesn't work like that with family and all.

Hold on...Rarity and that bipedal friend of hers...

He blinks and blinks as ideas he doesn't want to think about flood his head. He spins around and looks toward the front door then darts back to his sister. Back and forth, back and forth. His muzzle scrunches up and he slowly closes the door.

Nnnope. He didn't want to know.

Four days had gone by since that wild time at the Apple farm. Things were mostly normal again with only a handful of mares still giving you sultry looks. Was a nice change of pace. The first night after fooling around with Applejack was a blast too. Seemed Rarity had been left wanting after watching you plow another one of her friends.

The following morning, your angel had requested you go pick up another book for her from Twilight's castle library on your way home from work. She was rather puzzled when you came home far later than she expected and without the book to boot. What was more concerning for the poor mare was the cold, dead look in your eyes.

The rest of the evening wasn't much better. You barely said a word in front of your cold dinner and barely ate any of it either. Rarity tried to get what was wrong out of you more than once but to no avail. Eh, maybe you just had a hard day at work or had to deal with a real pain in the ass customer. A good night's rest usually did the trick.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out quite so well as it usually did. It took forever for you to come to bed, and when the lovely mare tried to curl up with you, you just kept inching away and finally rolled over without looking at her. Not even a kiss goodnight! Well...okay. Were you mad at her about something? What in Equestria could it possibly be? Following suit, with a morose frown, she rolled over and went to sleep too. Maybe if she dreamt, she could ask Luna for some advice.

But, no advice came. Rarity had opened her eyes more than once and hadn't gotten much rest at all. Even worse, you didn't seem that much better in the morning. You were a touch more talkative, but never mentioned what was eating at you. After you had gone to work, in a rare move, the dressmaker closed up shop for a little while to take a midday nap. She did feel refreshed and invigorated after, but half the day had already disappeared by the time she woke.

When you came home, she tried to greet you as lovingly as she could. Maybe you just needed to be reminded how much she cared about you. Instead of appreciation, however, you ducked and dodged any advances, breaking her heart even further. The next day, she didn't bother to try as much as she wanted to. Whatever was upsetting you, you'd tell her about it, right? Eventually?

Finally, after yet another empty greeting after a long day of work, you actually holler at her. "Please, Rarity! Not now!" You instantly regret getting loud, but you just...how were you supposed to talk about it? It was far too...weird and...violate-y. Besides, Rarity would probably crucify her if you did.

This time, however, as hurt as Rarity was, she couldn't stay silent any longer. Scowling, she roars, "Sweetheart, I know something's been bothering you for the last few days. It'd be obvious to anypony! I've given you space so you could eventually talk about it on your own. I've been patient, I've been respectful, but I will not be yelled at for something I...don't think I did!"

You've fought before. The make-up sex was typically great. There likely wouldn't be any this time. She's right though. You have been pretty distant lately. But...well...maybe she was right. For what felt like the first time in days, a bit of emotion returns to your face. Looking away shamefully, you sit down on the couch in that large lobby. Your eyes meet only for you to glance away again.

Sighing, Rarity sits down beside you. It's hard to look at her after the way you've been acting. A hoof rests on your leg.

"Hon, please. What's going on?"

You bite you lip. "You're going to be mad."

"Why? What happened? I mean, I'm already a little mad at you–"

"It's not me you're going to be mad at."

"What? Who then?"

You start to noticeably fidget. "It's...well, she's one of your best friends and I don't want to see...y'know, at each others' throats or anything."

To your surprise, she chuckles. "Sweetie, we've argued before about some things. It's not that big a deal."

"I-I don't know about this one though."

"Oh, come now, you can tell me. I promise I won't be mad."

Sure, she says that now. That phrase is practically a death sentence, pony, human or otherwise. You bite your lip again and get nudged playfully for your trouble.

"Come on, tell me," Rarity requests.

No. No no no no nooooo.

She forces your face toward hers, annoyance at full capacity. "Tell me."

"Uh..."

Ponies could hear her down the block.

"She WHAT?!"