Author's Note

Hey y'all, just thought I'd throw together a Sunset/Applejack fic together! I've been wanting to for some time! It'll be 2 chapters, so I'm hoping to have the next one out soon! I hope y'all enjoy this, and lemme know what you think!

-Dawn

The Question

“So, a virgin, huh?”

Applejack rolled her eyes and looked over to Sunset Shimmer who was draped over the garden fence, watching her plant this season’s crops.

“Remind me t’never drink ‘round y’all again. I can’t let one secret slip or everyone starts pokin’ fun at me.”

“No, no, I wasn’t making fun of you, it’s cute really,” the blonde groaned at that, “I’m just surprised. You’re twenty five, hot as hell, with guys and girls fawning over you, but you still have your v-card. How is that?”

“Did you actually want somethin’, or…”

“Yeah, I have a party invitation from Twilight,” she held up the envelope between her fingers as proof, “and I need some good baking apples, but I thought I’d be nice and let you finish your work. So c’mon, spill.”

Applejack carefully covered a few holes with dirt before replying.

“I don’t have a good answer. It just don’t feel right laying with strangers and the few times I was in a relationship, it never got that far. I’ve got enough toys and magazines t’keep me satisfied, so I just don’t look for anyone. Ain’t like I don’t wanna, it’s just not a top priority right now.”

“I get it. It’s commendable, really. I wish I would’ve waited longer, but I didn’t care back then. I would do anything it took to get my way. I’m glad I grew up, that was a dark spot in my life.”

Applejack smiled. “All that matters is that you realized what you were turning into and you changed for the better.”

“True, and that allowed me to meet you and the girls, so it was worth it. Wait, we got off track, we were talking about your lack of sex life, not my reformation.”

The farmer moved to the last row, poking shallow holes in the soft ground.

“Do we have to? What else is there t’know? It ain’t like I’ve got juicy gossip or somethin’ about my last roll in the hay.”

“Oh, there’s plenty to talk about. Even though you haven’t done the deed yet, I bet you have all kinds of fantasies when you’re alone. Maybe a romp in the barn or getting pinned up against one of your apple trees?” Sunset teased, her eyes slowly moving over the blonde who was squatted down, working diligently.

“Good gravy girl, I know I’m a rancher, but I do have interests outside of Sweet Apple Acres, y’know. Besides, the barn? Really? You got any idea how gross that is?”

The redhead shrugged. “I thought you country types weren’t afraid to get down and dirty.”

“Dirty? No. Covered in horse manure and scratchy hay? Yes. Believe it or not, even us country types have limits and standards.”

“Then tell me, what do you think about at night when you’re by yourself?”

Applejack huffed. “You’re nosy, I’ll tell you that. And if you gotta know, I get off on the harder stuff. Bondage, spankin’, hair pullin’, bitin’, maybe the odd slap or two... Don’t seem like much fun if you’re just layin’ there like a limp noodle.”

“Wow, AJ., that’s actually pretty hardcore. I didn’t expect that. I dated a girl once that was really into BDSM. It was hot while it lasted.”

Finishing the last row she had to do, Applejack stood up and stretched before taking her work gloves off and sticking them in the back pocket of her jeans.

Walking over to Sunset, the blonde responded, “the only other person I’ve told that to is Twilight, and she thought I was crazy. Speakin’ of Twilight, what’s in the envelope?”

Sunset handed the card to Applejack as she passed through the gate out of the garden.

“Spike’s eighteenth birthday party this weekend.”

Looking over the brightly colored card, Applejack asked, “how’s living four houses away from Twilight goin‘? Obviously not well seein’ as she’s got you doin’ the mailman’s job.”

Sunset chuckled and stuck her hands in her leather jacket pockets, “I was over at her place while she was making them, so I offered to bring yours. Had to come over here anyways.”

They started making their way back to the farmhouse.

“So what’cha plan on makin’? I know you ain’t much of a cook.”

“Just a basic pie. I’m trying to learn some easier recipes. Now that I live on my own, I realized I can’t eat take-out every night because I don’t have anyone to help me pay the bills anymore. I’ve made a few meals and they actually came out okay, so I’m hoping I’ll get better as time goes on.”

“Well, if you ever need some tips or anythin’, let me know. I’m not Granny Smith, but I do know my way around a kitchen.”

They stopped in front of Applejack’s house. “Lemme get’cha some apples real quick. Is a paper bag full enough?”

“Oh yeah, that’ll be plenty. I’ve got be able to fit it in my backpack since I’m on my bike.”

Applejack disappeared through the front door for a minute before coming back with a full bag of fruit.

“Here you go, a bag full of jonagolds. They’re some of the best for bakin’.”

Sunset took the paper sack from her as they walked to the driveway where her motorcycle was parked.

“How much do I owe you?”

Applejack held up a hand. “No charge. A few missin’ apples ain’t a big deal. I hope your pie turns out good.”

“Really? Thanks! I appreciate it!”

“It’s thanks for bringin’ the invitation by, and for the uh, lovely conversation,” the farmer laughed as the redhead adjusted the now-heavier bag on her back.

“Yeah, no problem! See you Saturday for the party?” Sunset asked as she straddled her bike.

“Yepp, I’ll shoot Twi a text and let her know I’ll be there. See y’then, Sunset.”

“Bye, AJ!”

The farmer waved and turned her back to start up the stone pathway to her house but was stopped a few steps in.

“Hey, Applejack, wait!” Sunset called after her.

“Huh?” the blonde turned to look at her friend.

“This might be awkward, but, uh, if you ever want to have some fun, if you know what I mean, call me. No strings attached. Maybe I could show you a thing or two.”

Applejack’s face flushed red as she heard the proposition laid in front of her. “O-oh, yeah, alright. Thanks for the offer. I‘ll think about it.”

“No problem, see you later Applejack.”

“Yeah, bye Sunset.”

The biker smiled and started up her motorcycle, leaving her best friend behind.