The Punk Princess
By
Inky Shades
Rarity was bored.
It was a simple fact that had nothing to do with monotony or a lack of entertainment or a staleness in her relationship. A far simpler answer stared back at her through the mirror. All the charm and grace of a lady, and on any other day that would suit her fine, but today wasn’t any other day. Rarity wanted change, so she reached into the drawer under her bathroom sink and took a pair of electric hair clippers to the side of her scalp. Violet locks fell, stirring excitement within her heart.
But the excitement passed. She needed to be more radical in her approach. Rarity rummaged through the cabinets and found leftover hair dye that Sweetie Belle left behind during her last visit a few weeks prior. Without giving herself a moment to reconsider, she applied the colors to her hair. She peered into the mirror once more. Aqua and yellow streaks mixed with violet strands. Better, but what else?
She tapped a finger to her lips before she twirled. Her white lace dress flared. Expert stitching and impeccable embroidery along the hemline. It spoke of softness—of elegance and refinement. It was as her as she could get. But Rarity didn’t want herself. She wanted something… bold.
So she ditched her dress when her hair dye dried. But what did that leave her? Most of her outfits were too elegant, too old Rarity, and that was the opposite of what she wanted. She needed a new look. However, there wasn’t enough time for her to plan a new ensemble. She needed something now. Anything less would be simply unacceptable.
“Oh, where did I put those jeans I bought with Sweetie?” Clothes flew through the air, ripped from her dresser. They had to be in there somewhere. “Aha!”
Black as raven feathers, with a diamond rhinestone pattern along the right thigh. The jeans hugged her curves and sat tantalizingly low around her waist, just above her hips. Bought from Blazing Affairs at the behest of her sister. She turned side to side. These would work. She’d have to make sure to thank Sweetie for convincing her to buy them.
And she had the perfect top to go with the jeans. Rarity fingered through the hangers in her closet until she came across a cropped biker jacket. With how fabulous Sunset always appeared in hers, she knew she needed one herself, so she bought one last winter. Unfortunately, there had never been a perfect opportunity to wear it till now.
Rarity unsnapped her bra and tossed it onto her bed before slipping the jacket over her shoulders. She zipped up and marveled at her new ensemble. No longer did she look like the belle of the ball. Instead she was a punk princess. But there was one more thing.
Be bold.
She unzipped her jacket partway to accentuate her chest. Perfect! The new Rarity was complete. Now all she needed was a venue and a person to show herself off to. Rarity reached for her cellphone sitting on the nightstand and pressed her number one contact. “Applejack darling, I was wondering if you had any plans for the evening…”
***
Rarity recognized Applejack’s old stetson hat when she approached the bar. “Is this seat taken?” She leaned against the counter.
“Sorry, I’m expecting—oh, Rarity!” Applejack whistled. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“Do you like it?” She took a few steps back and placed a hand on her hip to model.
Applejack whistled. “You’re looking mighty fine. If I’d know you were going to get all spiffied up, I would’ve dressed a little nicer.”
“Charmer.” Rarity beamed, eying the plunging neckline of Applejack’s tank top that was tucked into her short shorts. “I think you look lovely, darling.”
“Thank you kindly.”
Music boomed over the speakers, filled with pulsing rhythms that drove Rarity crazy. “I love this song!” she said over the roar of the other patrons.
“You do?”
“I do for the night,” Rarity said. Sure the music was garish and hammered her skull, but she was a different person today, and today’s Rarity loved the rhythm. “Want to dance, darling?”
“Do you even have to ask?”
“Then come on over.” She beckoned Applejack with a finger.
Together they waded through the crowd and onto the dance floor. She grinded against Applejack who placed her hands on her hips. The music intensified. Rarity raised her arms, body tingling from the sensation of Applejack’s hand sliding over her stomach to hold her close.
Heat built in her core, passion pumped through her veins. With a change in tune, Rarity faced Applejack. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Their lips brushed against each other. Rarity’s hands wandered down Applejack’s back and slipped into her back pockets.
“Someone’s feeling frisky tonight.” Applejack smirked.
Rarity whispered into her ear, “Why don’t you take me to a booth to find out how much?”
“Hoowee, is it getting hot in here?” Applejack’s gaze roamed the nightclub. “You feeling alright, Rarity?”
“Never better, darling.”
“We should find somewhere more private. That booth over there looks empty.” Applejack led her to a corner booth. When they sat down, she asked, “Just how frisky are you feeling?”
Rarity straddled her lap, inhibitions melting away. “I think the answer is very—” her cheeks burned and her heart thumped as she pulled down the zipper to her jacket “—very” —the jacket popped open— “very frisky.”
“Oh my sweet stars!” Applejack said, cheeks red as a red delicious apple. “Aren’t you afraid of somebody noticin’?”
“I would’ve been yesterday.” She shrugged her shoulders, the jacket slid down her arms. “But with this new look, I feel like a new woman, so you know what I say?” Rarity dangled the jacket between her fingers before letting it fall to the cushion. “Let them watch.”
Despite the confidence that flowed from her lips, Apprehension reared it’s head in the back of her mind. What if someone saw them—saw her? What if someone recognized her despite her new appearance? The scandal! But the music bore into her head, and she wasn’t the belle today, so why did she care what people thought?
“Does this mean you want to—”
She grabbed Applejack’s calloused hands, shivering with desire as she dragged them over her stomach and onto her breasts. “Only if you want to, darling.” Rarity placed a hand behind Applejack’s head and leaned in for a kiss.
Applejack gently squeezed her breasts, rubbing her thumbs in slow circles over her sensitive nipples. The actions created a wanting tingle between Rarity’s thighs.Upon their lips parting, she said, “You sexy little she-devil. Of course I want to!”
Their mouths entwined.
She fumbled with the button to Applejack’s shorts. The shorts snapped open, allowing Rarity to push her tank top past her chest. Her fingertips brushed against toned abs, and she delighted in the sharp sound of Applejack’s inhale. Rarity cupped her left breast, guiding the supple flesh into her mouth before snaking a hand under the hem of Applejack’s panties.
“Oh sweet Fuji apples!” Applejack slapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a moan.
Rarity teased her slit with slow, deliberate strokes. “Do you like that, darling?”she asked, fingers coated in her slickness.
Applejack nodded, breathless.
“Tell me how much, darling.”
A moan parted Applejack’s lips and her thighs quivered. “Rarity!”
Her gasps were music to Rarity’s ears. Applejack’s fingers dug into her shoulders. Faster and faster her fingers moved. And then her legs clenched and she clamped around her fingers with a moan.
“Whoo, that was… intense,” Applejack said, trying to catch her breath.
“I’m a fashion designer, darling.” Rarity slid out of Applejack and licked her fingers clean. “So I’m quite adept with my fingers.”
“Well, you know what? Working on the farm has taught me to be pretty good with my hands, too.” Applejack pinned her on the table.
“Oh my! I think I’m going to need a practical demonstration if you’re going to boast about such skills.”
“With pleasure.” Applejack trailed kisses down her neck.
“Mmm!” Rarity cooed, turning her head to expose more of her neck to Applejack’s lips.
From her angle she saw the backs of people dancing to the pulse-pounding beats of a new song. She was exposed to the world. If one person turned around, she’d be caught in her intimate escapade. The thought of some stranger watching her have sex brought heat to her cheeks… and deep within her pelvis.
Rarity bit her lip, squirming to the sound of her jeans zipper. Applejack’s fingers danced down her pelvis, stopping at the hemline of her panties.
“Darling, please…” She ached for her touch. She wanted—needed to feel Applejack inside her. “Don’t tease me.”
“I don’t know,” Applejack said with a positively devilish grin. “I kinda like seeing you all hot and bothered.” She pressed her fingers against her panties. “Maybe I’ll see how wet I can make you.”
Rarity pouted. “Darling, I’m already”—Applejack slipped her fingers inside her—“oh, Applejack!” The moan escaped her mouth before she could stop it.
“Careful, sugarcube. We wouldn’t want anyone noticin’ ya, would we?” She nibbled her earlobe. “It’d be unfortunate being caught in such a compromising position.”
Her breath sent a delightful shiver up Rarity’s spine. “Mmm!” She bit her finger, writhing in pleasure as she tried her best to stifle another moan.
And then Applejack found her G-spot, and there would be no more suppressing the sounds she made. “Ooh, Applejack!” Her voice rang out and she questioned whether or not the music was loud enough to drown her out. “Ahh!”
She wrapped her arms around Applejack’s strong shoulders. The music, the club, the other patrons melted away. There was only the two of them. She locked eyes with Applejack, and with one final thrust of her fingers, her love sent her over the edge in pleasure. Heat exploded in her pelvis, and she arched her back. “Applejack!”
“Hey, uh, sugarcube?”
“What is it, darling?” Rarity stroked her freckled cheek.
“I hope you meant what you said when you said ‘let them watch’.” She made a head motion to the side.
“Eh? Wha—ah—oh!” Rarity swiped Applejack’s hat and pressed it to her chest.
A group of people stood by their booth, murmuring amongst themselves. Rarity counted more than a few phones raised in the growing crowd of spectators. But the idea of lurid photos—or videos—of Applejack and her ending up on the internet fell to the wayside as more pressing concerns took precedence. Those concerns being two very large and very strapping men in black t-shirts with “bouncer” written in bold, white letters standing directly at the forefront of the crowd.
“I think we may have been a smidgin too loud,” Applejack whispered, pulling her tank top down into a more modest state.
“Let me handle this,” Rarity said through the side of her mouth. “Hello, gentlemen! Can I just say that Canterlot is lucky to have such a lovely new nightclub like this one?”
The bouncers’ muscles rippled under their shirts as they crossed their arms.
“I don’t think what you’re doing is working,” Applejack said.
She glanced at Applejack. “Yes. I can see that. Thank you.” Her attention fell back to the men. “I’m terribly sorry if we disturbed anyone—grab my jacket, darling.”
“Mmhmm, got it.”
“And for using your table as a, um…” Rarity slid off the table followed by Applejack. “Follow me closely, darling.” They walked through the crowd, and she never broke eye contact with the bouncers until she determined that they were probably a safe enough distance away from them. “And I’m just truly sorry. We’re just going to leave now.”
Applejack draped her jacket around Rarity’s shoulders, holding it in place with a firm hand to her back while she continued to crush her hat against her chest. Rarity held her head high through the people. Despite the flash of each photo being taken of them, she would not feel shamed.
On the bright side, the bouncers didn’t follow them out of the club. Sure they were undoubtedly banned from the premises now, and Rarity needed to do damage control over social media once she returned home. However, other than a few hitches, the night ended on a high note.
“Well that was an eventful evening,” Applejack said.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I thought one or two people might see us, but I honestly didn’t expect half the club to end up witnessing out little escapade.” She returned Applejack’s setson, and zipped her jacket.
“Thank you kindly, and it ain’t your fault.” Applejack wrapped an arm around her. “I blame these bad boys.” She sighed and extended her other hand, twiddling her fingers.
“You’re impossible.” She playfully backhanded her chest before resting her head against Applejack’s shoulder.
“So got any plans for tomorrow evening? Want to try getting banned from a library next?”
“No, no. New, bold Rarity is fun and all, but I think I need to put her to rest for awhile. A nice quiet date at one of the new restaurants that opened downtown would be lovely though.”
“That’s my girl.” Applejack kissed the side of her head. “Just nothing too froufrou.”
