50 Shades of Hay

It’s very quiet. The light is muted. I’m comfortable and warm in this bed. Hmm… I open my eyes, I have no idea where I am. The headboard for the bed is the shape of a large sun. It’s strangely familiar. The room is large and spacious, to my left a few feet away are two doors, the one on the left leads into a bathroom while the right hoof one appears to be the entrance to the suite. Just near the foot of the bed is a small dining table for two, with a kitchen further behind it, to my right is a window that stretches the entire length of the suite, outside is a balcony complete with furniture.

The entire suite is greens and gold’s; I know I’ve seen it before. But where? I struggle to think through my haze of jumbled memories, until it hits me like a tonne of bricks. Oh, ponyfeathers. I’m in Rainbow Dashes suite. How did I get here?

Last night seems like a blur, slowly the pieces fall into place as I remember the events of last night. I pull back the sheets of the bed, to find that my tattered, stained red dress is gone. And my Stetson is nowhere in to be found, I glance at the bedside table. On it is a glass of orange juice and two tables. I shake my head and smirk as I grab the pills and pop them into my mouth. The orange juice is refreshing and makes me feel better almost instantly. Not that I wasn’t feeling that good to begin with, all things considered I felt better then I should have.

There’s a knock on the door that startles me, and I can’t seem to find my voice.

She opens the door and strolls in anyway. She’s wearing some kind of skin tight, full body suit. It’s a light blue color with a yellow patch that stretches from her chest down to the underside of her body, it also has four yellow lightning bolt patterns that circle around the suit, near the ends of her hoofs. There’s a shopping bag hanging from one of her half-stretched wings, I can see a thin gleam of sweat through her hair, I drop my head and close my eyes.

“Good morning, Applejack. How are you feeling?”

“Better than Ah should,” I mumble as I sit up.

I peek up at her. She places the shopping bag on the dining table and turns to face me. She’s staring at me, and as usual I have no idea what she’s thinking. She hides her thoughts and feeling so well.

“How did Ah get here?” my voice is dry.

She sits on her haunches at the end of the bed “After you passed out, I didn’t want to risk the interior of my carriage, so I flew you here,” she says calmly.

“To Manehatten?”

She nods, “Yes, it wasn’t an easy feat I might add, you’re heavier then you look.”

My ears flatten against my head and I blush, she smiles.

“I meant no offense, quite the opposite in fact. Muscle weighs more than fat, and you are so very. Well-toned,” her eyes are alight with wicked insinuation.

“T-thanks,” I groan, “Did you put me ta bed?”

“Yes,” her face returns to its previous impassive state.

“Did Ah throw up again?”

“No.”

“Did you undress me?” my voice is quiet.

“Yes.” She breathes.

“We didn’t-?” My mouth feels dry and I can’t bring myself to finish the question. I stare down at my hoofs.

“Applejack, you were in a comatose state. Necrophilia isn’t really my thing, I prefer my mares sentient and receptive,” she says dryly.

Oh – wait what? Did I hear that right? Mares? Huh, so she is gay… she is Gay?! Yes! I do have a chance with her! I whip my head up to meet her gaze, her brow is furrowed as her mouth forms into a hard impassive line, I don’t think she meant to let that piece of information slip out.

She stands and slowly trots towards the bathroom, “I’m going to have a shower, unless you’d like to shower first?” I shake my head and she disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and fall back onto the feathered pillow; I can’t help the goofy grin that spreads across my face. I climb out the bed and begin searching for my Stetson. I stop my search as she emerges from the bathroom a few moments later, a light cloud of steam follows in her wake. I don’t believe what I’m seeing, Rainbow Dash, is naked!

Now, I know that most ponies don’t normally wear clothes, but the mere prospect of Rainbow Dash naked… She has a small towel draped around her shoulders and her damp hair hugs the back of her neck and forehead tightly.

“If you’re looking for your dress, I threw it out. It was tattered and damaged beyond seamless repair,” her gaze is dark.

“Oh, and mah hat?” I ask, my voice sounds higher than I had intended.

“Miss Rarity said she’d hold onto it for you. I have no doubt its waiting for you back in Ponyville.”

Sudden realization dawns on me, “Rarity!” I cry wide-eyed.

“She knows you’re here, and still alive. I texted Elliot,” she says with just a trace of humor.

An uncomfortable blush forms across my cheeks, “Ah think I’ll have a shower now, if it’s alright with you.”

She nods, “I bought you a replacement dress, it’s in the bag,” she gestures towards the table.

Clean clothes? What an unexpected surprise. “Thank ya kindly,” I dip my head to her and grab the bag between my teeth. I trot towards the bathroom, but she makes no effort to move out of my way, nervously I squeeze past her, her gaze is scrutinizing as my side grazes against hers. I feel that strange tingling and hurry into the bathroom. Once I’m inside and the door is securely shut I catch my breath, I feel like I’ve just run a marathon.

The bathroom is still hot and steamy, throwing the bag on the basin counter I dash into the shower, eager to be under its cleaning stream. The water is warm and soothing as it flows over my body, I take this brief moment of peace to clear my head and arrange my thoughts.

I want Rainbow Dash. I want her so badly. I want to feel her hoofs caress my body, I want to feel her mouth on mine. She said she likes her mares sentient, which means I might have a chance with her. But then, why hasn’t she made a pass at me? I don’t understand, she goes through all this trouble for me. Doesn’t she want me? You’ve slept in her bed all night, and she hasn’t touched you, AJ. What do you think? I do my best to ignore my subconscious as I reach for the body wash.

It smells like her, it’s a sweet smell that has the characteristics of several types of fruit. I rub it all over myself, it feels so… good.

“Breakfast is here.” She knocks on the door, startling me.

“O-okay,” I stutter. I climb out of the shower and hastily wipe myself down. I peek in to the bag and find a red strapless dress, almost identical to the one I wore last night, slipping it on I take a deep breath and prepare myself to face her.

I step out of the bathroom and find Dash sitting at the dining table, calm reading a newspaper she’s wearing a white button up shirt with the collar and cuffs unbuttoned, that look really suits her. I approach her timidly and sit down at the opposite end of the table. She neatly folds the newspaper into a square and drops it onto a clear space on the table to the right of her.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I ordered a selection from the menu.” She fixes me with an impassive stare.

“That’s mighty kind of you, Ah’m actually pretty hungry,” I smile at her, and grab some pancakes.

“You didn’t eat last night? No wonder you were so sick,” she scolds me.

I lower my head and nod, “Yeah, Ah reckon things got a little out of hoof.”

“A little? You didn’t eat, you got drunk and you put yourself at risk!”

I scowl back at her, “Ah know! Are you going to keep scolding me?”

“Is that I’m doing?”

“Ah reckon so.”

“You lucky that’s all I’m doing.”

“Beg pardon?”

“If you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head, when she opens her eyes again she glares at me, “I hate to think what could have happened to you.”

“Yeah? Well, it didn’t. Thanks to you, so uh… Thank you… fer that,” I stare down at my hoofs and blush slightly. What does she mean, 'if I was hers'?

She chuckles, her demeanor has lightened significantly “I’m glad I was there, you know somepony ought to teach that stallion some manners.”

“Ah reckon Ah’ll have some words for him, the next time Ah see him.” I hiss.

The room falls with a brief awkward silence, I caution a glance at Dash from the corner of my eye, she seems to be contently eating her omelette. I steel myself.

“Soooo,” I begin, “You like mares?” My voice is unintentionally hopeful. She drops her fork on her plate and glances at me, I can’t quite make out what she’s thinking.

“So it would seem,” she mutters as she returns to her meal.

“Do you like me?” I breathe, apparently she doesn’t want to have this conversation, she sighs.

“Applejack, I’m not what you think I am. I’m not a hearts and flowers kind of mare… I don’t do romance. My tastes are very singular. You should steer clear of me.”

“Ah would, if Ah didn’t bump into you every time Ah turned around, you still didn’t answer my question.” I smirk.

She closes her eyes in defeat, and refocuses on me “Yes, I admit, there’s something about you; I’m finding it hard to stay away.”

“Then don’t,” I whisper.

She furrows her brow and inhales sharply through her teeth. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

I tilt my head, “Don’t Ah?” I state in a playful tone.

She stares, dumbfounded at me for a moment, then grins wickedly. “What are you doing for the next couple of days?”

“Well, with apple bucking season finished, Ah have a week free before Ah need to get back ta the farm.”

“Well, we could got to Canterlot this evening or next Saturday for dinner at my place, And I’ll acquaint you with the facts then. The choice is yours.”

“Why can’t you just tell me now?”

She smiles “Because I’m enjoying my breakfast, and your company. Once you’re enlightened, you probably won’t want to see me again.”

What does that mean? Is she some kind of underground crime boss? Well, that would explain why she’s so rich. Whatever her secret, I’d like to find out what it is sooner, rather than later. If it means that whatever secret she has is so distasteful that I won’t want to know her anymore, then quite frankly, it’d be a relief. Don’t lie to yourself, it would have to be pretty bad to send you running for the hills.

“Tonight.” I breathe.

She raises her eyebrows. “Like Eve, you are so quick to eat from the tree of knowledge.” She smirks.

“Are you smirking at me, Ms Dash?”

She narrows her eyes at me as she picks up her mobile phone, she presses one number.

“Soarin. I’m going to need The Eagles Nest.”

The what?

“From Ponyville at, say twenty thirty... No, all night.”

All night!

She puts the phone down. No please or thank you.

“Do ponies always do what you tell them?”

“Usually, if they want to keep their jobs,” she says, deadpan.

“And if they don’t work for you?”

“Oh, I can be very persuasive, Applejack. You should finish your breakfast. And then I’ll take you home. I’ll pick you up at eight, and we’ll fly up to Canterlot.”

I blink at her.

“Fly?”

“Yes.” She smirks.

With shock still present in my face I quietly finish what’s on my plate, she goes back to her meal. Once we are done she stands and slips on a navy pinstripe jacket.

“Ready to go?”

I nod. She heads for the door and opens it for me, “After you Miss Jack,” she murmurs. I head out the door and we walk in silence down the corridor towards the elevator. As we wait, I peek over at her out of the corner of my eye, she appears to be doing the same. I smile and her lips twitch. The elevator arrives and we step in. We’re alone. Suddenly, for some reason; possibly our close proximity to each other. The atmosphere changes, I can feel that electric tingle pulse through my body, I furrow my brow in confusion and turn to face Dash. She’s staring right at me, with a dark twinkle in her eyes.

“Oh, fuck the paperwork,” she growls. She lunges at me pinning me against the wall of the elevator, she has both her forehooves against mine, outstretched in a ‘T’ shape, he wings are flared to their full extent inside the small metal box. Before I have time to react her lips are on mine, I moan into her mouth, giving her tongue an opening. She takes full advantage, expertly leading mine in a slow, passionate dance. I can feel one of her hind legs rubbing against my crouch, it feels so good as the wetness slowly builds between my hunches. She breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes.

“You. Are. So. Sweet,” she murmurs, her eyes half lidded. The elevator stops, the doors open and she pushes away from me in the blink of an eye, retracting her wings almost immediately and leaving me hanging. Three stallions dressed in business suits look at both of us and smirk as they climb on board. My heart is racing in my chest, I glance over at her. She looks so cool and calm, like she’s totally unaffected by me. She glances at me out of the corner of her eye and gently exhales a long deep breath. Oh, she’s affected alright. The businesscolts exit on the second floor. We have one more floor to travel.

“I apologize for that, I won’t touch you again, Applejack. Not until I have your written consent to do so,” she states, coolly as ever.

“What does that mean?”

She smiles, “Exactly what I said.”

I pout at her.

Her lips curve into a half smile, “Oh, Applejack, all in good time.”

The doors open on the first floor, and she extends her wing over my back and leads me out. “What is it about elevators?” she mutters more to herself then me, as we stride across the lobby.