Love is Blind(folded)

by GentlemanPonyographer

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Comedy, Rarity, Romance, Sex, Anthro, Applejack, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2838

A shameless, gratuitous Rarijack clopfic in which they try some new things in the bedroom.

SYNOPSIS: A shameless, gratuitous Rarijack clopfic in which they try some new things in the bedroom.

WARNING: This story contains:

Sex, anthros, nudity, naked anthros having sex, BDSM, light spanking, collars, rope bondage, blindfolds, communication, and genuine exploration of safe and consensual kink. Not to mention the fluff.

Cover Art cropped from the work of cali luminous on derpibooru. It's also worth noting that said art inspired me to write this story.

NOTE:

Listed as a "sequel" to A Roll in the Hay mostly because it follows a similar theme with the same characters. (Plus, you know, the gratuitous sex and all). Try not to pay too much attention to the fact that that story was with humans and this one's with anthros. Just, uh, imagine (or don't imagine) tails and stuff based on what you're into.

Published 2018-08-19 19:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-08-19 19:00:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Rarity hated waiting.

Rarity loved waiting.

Rarity waited.

On the one had, there was something to be said for the giddy thrill of anticipation, each little moment building upon the last, so as to make the final culmination all the more exquisite. On the other hand, just standing around her boutique without anything better to do was so ... inefficient. She'd long since cleaned and organized the whole building-- a feat in and of itself. Thankfully, it was the off season, so she hadn't any major orders or commissions to fill. Business would pick up again entirely too soon, so Rarity knew she'd have to take time to relax while she could.

So she waited.

Not for the first time, Rarity looked herself over in one of her store's many full-length mirrors. Her rosy-red blouse was just the right shade to accentuate her white coat, and just form-fitting enough to accentuate her figure. Her charcoal grey skirt was of a similarly flattering cut, reaching down to just above Rarity's knee. Watching herself in the mirror, Rarity brought a hand up to undo another button of her blouse, enough to reveal a glimpse of black lace beneath, cupping and flattering her decolletage--

“Too much?” Rarity asked her (admittedly fetching) reflection, and then nodded in agreement with herself. “Too much.” She fastened the button again, and then smoothed a few imaginary wrinkles out of the fabric. There'd be plenty of time for that ... later.

Hopefully sooner rather than later, Rarity admitted, but she was still going to be a lady about it.

The unicorn gently checked the heft of her meticulously curled hair, and then did the same to the end of her tail-- sure enough, her locks were still worthy of a shampoo commercial. She checked her makeup, next, leaning close to the full-length mirror, studying her reflection with a scientist’s meticulousness, searching for any trace of smudged lipstick or streaked eyeshadow. She turned her muzzle up and at a slight angle, just to make sure she didn't leave any inch of her face unexamined.

“Ain't there some fairy tale 'bout somepony fallin' in love with her own reflection?”

“Ah! Applejack!” Rarity spun around, clutching at her chest. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” The cowgirl smirked. She wore one of her typical outfits: boots, jeans, and flannel capped with her omnipresent hat. Still, Rarity could tell Applejack was dressing up (at least by Apple family standards), as there wasn't a speck of mud or streak of sweat to be found upon her.

“You could have knocked.” Rarity's face fell into a pout.

“I think we're past the point where I can just ... walk in, don't you?” Applejack's boots clacked softly on the hardwood floor as she walked over. She leaned down to kiss Rarity-- sweetly, briefly, and any indignation the unicorn might have had melted away. “'specially with what you've got planned.”

“That ... “ Rarity's heart beat faster. “That is a valid point.” She reached up to touch Applejack's arm-- firm and comforting ... only to perk her ears as she realized something. “Oh! Hold on-- one last thing.” Rarity bustled over to the door of her boutique, turning the sign to 'CLOSED' before she turned the deadbolt. “Now, where were-- mmmf?”

Applejack had followed Rarity across the room, and before the unicorn could finish her question, Applejack answered her with another, hungrier kiss, warm tongue teasing across hers. Rarity let her knees go weak, and grabbed double handfuls of soft flannel for support. After a blissful few moments, Applejack leaned back, a blushing smile gracing her freckled muzzle.

“So ... uh, about that thing we talked about last time? I ... I brought some stuff.” Applejack said, splaying her ears back in embarrassment. “That is, if you still wanna.”

“Oh. Oh.” A silent thrill coursed through Rarity's body. “That's ... quite tempting, dear. But--” she reached up and cupped Applejack's cheek. “Only if you're comfortable? The very last thing I want to do is ... impose.”

“Not that. It's just, um, I ain't ever done any of that kinda stuff before. I'll prolly do a bad job of it. Or worse yet, what if you get hurt?”

“Darling.” Rarity turned Applejack's head so their eyes met. “Any time with you is well spent. I love you, dear. I trust you. And I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. So ... we can do as much ... or as little, as you want. Okay?” She leaned in for another brief kiss, and then wrapped her arms around Applejack.

“Okay.” Applejack said, with a smile to her voice. She reached up and ran her calloused fingers through Rarity's hair. The two stood by the door for a lovingly long eternity, just savoring the feel, the warmth of each other. Finally, Applejack tilted her muzzle lower, close enough so her warm breath could wash over Rarity's ear.

“Now strip.”

Rarity blinked, mouth going dry. “Beg pardon?” she said, and took a step back.

“That's what you wanted, wasn't it?” Applejack's cheeks were as red as some of her produce, but there was a knowing smile there, too. “Somepony to boss you around? Take charge, so you don't have to? Well, I'm gonna give ya what you wanted. Now strip.”

Applejack snapped her fingers, and Rarity flinched. “Here? In the middle of my own store?”

“Why not?” Applejack smirked. “You already closed it, anyway. And it's late, so folk won't walk by and see you through the window.” Applejack nodded out to the quiet evening beyond the display windows. “Least, they probably won't.”

“I ... yes. You're right.” Rarity bit at her lower lip, uncertain-- but her hands moved to undo her blouse all the same. Her slim skirt followed, and Rarity made it a point to neatly fold her clothes and set them on the sales counter. She bent deeply at the waist in the process, tail raising to display her black lace panties to Applejack (and hopefully only to her). She rose, then turned, leaning against the counter to show herself off. “Better?” Rarity said, giving her eyelashes a flutter.

“All of it.” Applejack said-- and without giving Rarity the chance, she took hold of Rarity's bra, neatly unhooking the clasp in front. Rarity gasped softly-- both from the sudden exposure of her pink-capped tits, and also from the strong, decisive movement of her lover's hands. The cowpony slid Rarity's bra from her shoulders and tossed it carelessly aside. Rarity's panties followed next-- Applejack came just short of tearing the delicate fabric as she yanked them down Rarity's long, alabaster legs. Rarity stepped out of her underwear a second later-- and, after a wordless, stern glare from Applejack, she slipped out of her shoes as well. Without the modest lift her heels granted her, Rarity felt even smaller in comparison to Applejack's nigh-amazonian stature. The unicorn shivered, even though she knew she hadn't turned the air conditioning on.

“Much better.” Applejack said, licking her lips as she took in Rarity's naked beauty. “I mean, you spend so much time and effort on makin' fancy clothes for everypony ... but I figure, you wanna get away from all that, dontcha? So what better way to do that by gettin' ya naked right off the bat?”

“I ... I see.” Rarity breathed harder. She'd been naked before her lover before, but the new context of the game they played made the sensation new and thrilling. “But that's not all you're going to do, is it?” she said, sweetly.

“'course not.” Applejack ran her hand over Rarity's hip. “I'll even be nice, and let you have an ... accessory.” Applejack reached over to a plain canvas duffel bag-- Rarity realized Applejack must have left it on the counter when she'd silently entered the boutique. Applejack unzipped the bag, then pulled out a simple black collar, complete with a short chain hanging down from a d-ring. “Whaddya think?” she asked, offering it to Rarity with both hands.

“Oh.” Rarity reached up with a trembling hand, running her fingertips along the cool links of the chain. “It's perfect.”

“Put it on.”

Rarity nodded, and then picked up the collar. It was surprisingly light-- some sort of nylon weave, Rarity figured, with an aluminum chain and buckle. She brushed her luxurious hair of of the way, and secured the collar around her throat-- loose enough so she could breathe freely, but still tight enough that she knew it was there. The short chain draped down between her breasts, the cool metal soon warming now that it was in contact with her rising body heat.

“I hoped you'd like it.” Applejack tugged experimentally at the end of the chain, and Rarity's lips parted in a silent moan. Applejack blinked in surprise, and then smiled broadly. “I just didn't know you'd like it that much.” She pulled on the chain again.

“Ah.” Rarity took a half step forward on unsteady feet. “It's ... it's symbolic.” She managed, even as she became acutely aware of the growing need between her legs.

“Well, I got more than just symbols for you, sugarcube.” Applejack used the chain to pull Rarity in for another kiss. Rarity leaned on Applejack for support as the fire between her legs burned hotter and hotter. Rarity let her hands roam, dipping beneath Applejack's shirt to caress her toned abdomen, sliding upward to explore further.

“Not yet.” Applejack said, pushing Rarity away. “Tonight's about you, darlin'. Remember?”

“But I--”

“Hush, you.” Applejack brought her hand down on Rarity's rump in a hearty smack, the clap of flesh on flesh echoing through the boutique.

“FUCK!” Rarity blurted, spurred on by the sudden twinge of pain in her backside.

“Sorry!” Applejack blurted back, immediately pulling Rarity into a comforting hug. “I just got carried away-- I didn't mean to--”

Rarity blinked, then looked up at Applejack again. “Darling.” She said, very slowly. “That was exquisite.”

“It was?”

“Do it again.” Rarity said.

“But I--”

“Again.”

“Alright, but you asked for it--”

Knowing the blow was coming, Rarity had the chance to brace herself. The sting of Applejack's rough hand was just the same as it was before, but Rarity just gritted her teeth through the pain, letting out a tense moan of both pain and pleasure. She claimed the pain, savored it, and rolled her hips lewdly against Applejack's denim-clad thigh.

“Damn, Rarity. You're into some kinky shit.”

“You're the one who put me in a collar, dearest.” Rarity nuzzled up to kiss along Applejack's jawline.

“Only 'cause you asked me to.”

“And I'd like to thank you for it.” Rarity cooed, then started to open Applejack's shirt.

“Hold up. Let's find someplace more, uh, comfortable.” Applejack said. Her hand on Rarity's ass squeezed, and then lifted, hauling the fashionista up and throwing her over a shoulder like a barbarian's conquest from the cover of a particularly racy romance novel. She used her free hand to grab the duffel bag, and then headed up the stairs towards Rarity's second floor apartment. Rarity kicked her legs and let out a delighted squeal at the display of Applejack's strength.

Applejack carried Rarity into her posh and pink bedroom, then dumped her unceremoniously upon her four-poster bed. Rarity squeaked in surprise (especially as she put weight on her stinging backside), then looked up at Applejack with playful, adoring eyes. “So, darling, what other toys have you got in that bag?” She cooed.

“You'll see.” Applejack set the bag on Rarity's nightstand with a satisfying, heavy 'clunk,' and then started rummaging around inside. “Or ... maybe you won't.” With a little flourish, Applejack pulled out a strip of simple white cloth. “Now hold still.”

“Whatever for?” Rarity asked, but complied. Applejack soon wrapped the bolt of cloth around Rarity's eyes, securely tying it in place.

“Now who's the kinky one?” Rarity perked her ears, trying to track Applejack's movements by sound alone.

“Only 'cause you're a bad influence.” Applejack's lips met Rarity's once more, then drew away. There was a rustling of canvas and something else from the nightstand, and then the mattress creaked as Applejack put her weight upon it. Rarity kept still as Applejack moved in behind her. Strong but gentle hands took hold of Rarity's wrists, guiding them to the small of her back, and then--

“Rope?” Rarity wiggled her fingers as Applejack started looping coils over her wrists. “I should have known. Is that silk?” She flexed her wrists a little, gauging the strength and thickness of the line.

“Only the best for you.” Applejack said, and got to work. She unfurled more and more rope, neatly coiling it around Rarity's body. Coils looped around her biceps, then her shoulders, and then spread out into a sort of harness across her chest. Applejack guided another two lines between Rarity's legs, spreading them-- and then binding them, spread lewdly with her ankles secured to her thighs. Within just a few minutes, Rarity found herself thoroughly bound, each little movement causing the soft, taut rope to glide over her body in the most decadent manner.

“How's that?” Applejack said, looping one finger beneath the rope to tug lightly. “Ain't too tight, is it?”

“It's perfect.” Rarity said, breathy. With her legs spread by the bindings, she could feel the cool air of her bedroom against her now-dripping pussy. “Now ... fuck me, darling.” She turned her head to where she thought Applejack was. “Please?”

“Oh, I will.” Applejack said. “But maybe I wanna look over my handiwork, first. Don't you like modeling anyway?” The bed creaked again as Applejack got out.

“Tease.” Rarity huffed, arching her back to present her chest in what she hoped was an enticing manner.

“Yup.” Applejack said. Rarity could hear the familiar smirk in her voice. She then perked her ears as she heard more noises-- the rustle of cloth, the zip of a zipper, the clump of discarded boots. The bed creaked again, and a familiar, warm form pressed up against Rarity's back. There was another rattle from the duffel bag, followed by a soft click and then a steady, mechanical hum.

Rarity's breath caught in her throat even before the vibrator touched her-- the faint buzz of the toy set her nerves aflame. Applejack guided the toy over Rarity's body, tortuously slow. Finally, Applejack brought the buzzing vibrator to Rarity's pussy, sliding it between her throbbing folds.

“Would ya look at that.” Applejack said, playing up her country accent. “It just went right in like it was nothin'. Looks like all this has got you wetter than--”

“If you finish that sentence with some horrible country saying I ... I don't know what I'll do, but it won't be ... nnnh ... “ Rarity's threat trailed off as Applejack turned a switch at the bottom of the vibrator, causing it to buzz harder.

Applejack left the toy in Rarity, then slid her fingers up to the top of her pussy, seeking out the familiar nub of her clit. Rarity gasped as Applejack's calloused fingertips grazed the sensative buzz of flesh-- and then moaned as Applejack started working her fingers in tight little circles. Rarity wantonly bucked her hips at the attention-- at least, as much as she could, given her bindings. The pull of rope across her naked body only added to the wave of sensation going over her, and soon she gave herself up to the pleasure. Rarity's mouth hung open, tongue partly out as she panted, her ragged breaths growing faster and faster-- until she gasped one final time, every nerve ending singing as an orgasm wracked her body.

Applejack clung to Rarity, steady and comforting in the face of the unicorn's overwhelming pleasure. A second orgasm followed the first, and another one past that as Rarity let go of the pent up sexual energy she'd been building up for longer than she cared to think.

Reduced to a tied, trembling, and sticky mess, Rarity melted back against Applejack's body, sighing happily. She felt a hand fumbling at the back of her head, and soon the blindfold lifted away. Rarity blinked at the sudden light, squinting a little until she made out Applejack's face looking down at her, both adoring and impressed.

“Don't think I've ever seen you come that hard.” Applejack idly toyed with the end of the chain hanging from Rarity's collar. “Guess you really like this stuff, huh?”

“Yes. Yes I do.” Rarity said, as primly as a naked, tied-up, and sweaty mare could manage. “And ... thank you for indulging me.”

“I admit, it's a little ... weird, but it's fun once you get the hang of it.”

“Isn't it?” Rarity said with a dreamy shiver.

“Just got one question for ya, sugarcube.”

“What's that?” Rarity said.

Applejack grinned, and then started rummaging through the duffel bag on the nightstand once more, producing a thick black dildo attached to an intricate looking harness.

“Ready for round two?”