The First Time
Rarity moaned blissfully at the feel of her lover’s lips brushing down the side of her neck. The pleasant tingling that raced up her neck reverberated down her spine, making her crane her head against theirs, breaking into a soft giggle. Her arms wrapped around her partner’s body, feeling up the firm physique that lay on top of her, sliding her fingers up the curve of their back.
Feeling her partner shift, their thigh sank in between hers. She almost on instinct wrapped them around, savoring the feeling of her slit grinding ever so slightly against the strong limb, rubbing her nectar against its surface. Her body trembled as the hand between her body and the silken bedsheets slid down her back, giving a playful squeeze on her butt.
Her lover’s tongue slid back up her neck, along her cheek, leaving behind a wet trail. Rarity looked up, blushing hotly at the freckled, burnt orange face hovering over hers, the tips of their noses touching. A cascade of silken, hay yellow hair slung down from her head, bundling on Rarity’s shoulder. Rarity stared deeply into the emerald eyes staring back into hers lovingly.
“Applejack…” she murmured lustily, planting a hand on the farmgirl’s cheek.
The fashionista closed her eyes as Applejack lower her lips down onto Rarity’s. The two moaned into one another as their tongues met in between, caressing like two wet serpents trying to coil around one another.
It was when Rarity felt Applejack’s arm slide up from under her and in between the two girls’ bodies that her heart began to race. The farm girl’s hand slid down, past Rarity’s clean-shaven pubic area.
Oh, Applejack… Rarity hummed as the two lovers’ tongues lapped at one another, all the while as she felt Applejack’s fingers pass over her bud, going further and further, towards her very core…
-
The intrusive beeping of her snooze alarm roused her from her passionate dreams. Rarity’s eyes opened to the sight of the canopy of her four-poster bed, her left hand having found its way underneath her pillow, while in the throes of her dream her right hand had slid its way down, into her panties. Pulling it out, she could see the tips of her fingers glisten in the lighting slipping in through the blinds. With a weary groan, she shut off the aggravating sound.
“Goddammit…” she muttered, pressing her pillow against her head in regret. “Why do the best dreams always end too early?”
How she wished that she could just roll over, close her eyes and resume that wondrous fantasy still fresh in her mind. She could still feel the weight of Applejack’s body against her own, the sensation of the farm girl’s lips to her neck, the feel of their lips interlocked and their tongues wrestling inside their joined mouths. The recalling made her want to just stay in bed and take her time pleasuring herself to the finish to the thoughts of the freckled country girl being the one doing it to her.
Alas, it was a Friday, and want it or not, she had a job to get to. Sighing in resignation to having her wishful fantasies denied for now, she forced herself out of bed, shedding her frilly night gown, and moistened panties, proceeding to get dressed.
-
“Here you are, enjoy your purchase,” said Rarity sweetly to the latest customer, a girl she was certain to have recognized as someone from Crystal Prep, minus the school uniform.
Giving the customer a courteous wave in goodbye, she looked about the mall branch of Prim Hemline’s dress shop. She immediately recognized CHS’s power couple, Lyra and Bon Bon, in the back going over the lingerie section. Rarity couldn’t help but smile watching the two scrutinizing the designer bras and corsets, observing their reactions to no doubt lewd remarks from one another.
Seeing as no-one was approaching the till at the moment, Rarity began going through some of the inventory, noting down what has been sold, by how much, and what had gone out of stock that week. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Lyra and Bon Bon approaching the till, a particular magenta corset folded over Bon Bon’s arm, her other arm interlocked with Lyra’s, Bon Bon sporting a slight blush on her face.
Checking to see no-one was listening, Rarity smiled at the pair wryly, “Something to spice things up perhaps?”
In response Lyra let out an unabashed giggle, to which Bon Bon simply smiled amusedly, “There might have been such a thought or two…” she chortled, placing the garment on the till.
“Oh shut up, baby, you know you love it,” Lyra laughed. “Say; awesome display at the Equestria Land opening night, Rarity,” the spring green girl brought up.
“Oh,” elicited Rarity, idly scanning the price tag. “Thank you.”
“Back here because of what happened?” asked Bon Bon inquisitively.
Rarity looked up at the two in confusion. “…No? I decided I was better off someplace else, and Miss Hemline’s latest intern had to call off, so back here I am,” said Rarity, accepting the triad of bills from Bon Bon. “Why? Did something happen after the event?”
“Oh, you didn’t hear?” Bon Bon proceeded to take out her smartphone. “Vignette Valencia was arrested over charges of false imprisonment.”
Rarity’s brow rose in surprise at the sudden news, Bon Bon showing her the headline on the Canterlot Daily. True enough, there was a photo of Vignette Valencia, a selfie to boot, quite fittingly, of the social media celebrity pouting pitiably, complete with her pantomiming shedding a tear. Rarity couldn’t help wincing at the almost pathetic display, perusing down, taking note of a mugshot of Micro Chips.
“According to park employee, Micro Chips;” said the caption; switching to a very specific mode of articulation, “‘I was just minding my own business making perfect caramel apples when suddenly Vignette saw me and said I wasn’t as cool a nerd as she thought. Then she took my picture and I ended up in a white room, violating all known laws of space and time.’ This indicates the likelihood of drugs having been used to incapacitate victims.”
Of course, the notion of drugs being involved was the furthest from the truth. Then again, the authorities were most likely not ones for believing in the concept of a cellphone afflicted by extradimensional magic from a world of talking ponies teleporting people. Now granted, no-one had been hurt, or turned inside out, or merged with a fly or the like, but Vignette had come dangerously close to committing unintentional manslaughter, or, as far as she’d known… whatever one would refer to digitizing people and banishing them into the recycling bin. Digital homicide? Digi-cide?
This wasn’t the preferable means with which Rarity and her friends addressed situations. Since Princess Twilight had entered their lives from beyond time and space and rekindled their once broken friendships, the seven of them had done their hardest to stay true to the Princess’ values. Disheartening as it was, Rarity couldn’t help but feel the slightest hint of satisfaction over the judicial justice enacted. If only to alleviate the hint of personal guilt she felt over words said that day.
“I see…” Rarity mused as she, with practiced delicateness, slid Bon Bon’s purchase into a designer paper bag. “Here you are, enjoy!” she smiled at the couple.
“Thank you,” responded Bon Bon in kind. “So how are things between you and Applejack?”
Rarity came dangerously close to a yelp, her alabaster cheeks turning discernably pink, “I… I-I have- I mean we’re not…!”
Lyra rolled her eyes, continuing to smile amusedly. “If you say so, Rare,” she said as the two gestured goodbyes.
“I could’ve sworn those two were a thing…” murmured Bon Bon almost dejectedly as the two exited.
Rarity leaned over the counter, covering the lower half of her face to hide her blush. What am I so embarrassed about? She wondered to herself. It’s not as if she had been all that subtle about it to begin with. Rarity hadn’t put much thought into genuine relationships during her three years attending CHS; her utmost concerns for the time being had been her potential career prospects. Thanks to the Equestria Land debacle, she could certainly declare that requirement fulfilled, given the positive publicity she’d enjoyed at the closing event.
Princess Twilight reigniting the camaraderie between her and her friends wasn’t all that had resulted in the alicorn princess’ efforts. Ever since the girls had come together again, Rarity had to admit, her feelings towards Applejack had changed in the last three years…
“Well speak of the devil, looks like my eyes weren’t foolin’ me at all,” Rarity almost jumped hearing the sudden southern twang before her.
True enough, there stood Applejack, dressed in her juice bar outfit, a cardboard cup in each hand. Rarity’s reaction did not go unnoticed by the farmgirl who looked on with a display of concern on her freckled visage.
“Ya’ll ‘right there, sugarcube?” asked Applejack.
Rarity cleared her throat, idly slicking the side of her hair, trying to appear casual. Her efforts were clearly failing as Applejack’s well-practiced left eyebrow muscle edged upwards.
“I’m alright, just startled! That’s all,” said Rarity with an awkward giggle. “I just wasn’t expecting… Oh! Did you get your job back too?”
“Yup!” Applejack replied, offering one of the cups to Rarity. “Turned out it just wasn’t workin’ with Bulk, so they actually went as far as callin’ me up, askin’ if Ah was still available,” she chuckled, the two of them tapping cups in a toast. “Saw you on the way to work, thought Ah’d stop by.”
“Oh, quite the coincidence,” Rarity smiled, her blush persisting, sheepishly taking a drag of the beverage. Definitely one of Applejack’s if going by the taste; imaginative and quite delectable. “Miss Hemline’s latest intern had to cancel, so she asked if I was available after the you-know-what.”
Applejack chuckled, “Mighty convenient alright.” She took a sip of her own drink, “So what’s on yer mind? Yer lookin’ almost as pink as Pinkie from where Ah’m standing.”
Rarity touched her cheek, the warmness returning. As it was Applejack involved, trying to deny things would be next to impossible, Rarity decided there was no point in hiding it and just come clean.
“I was thinking about you, actually…” she confessed, wondering how much redder she could turn.
“Oh,” it took a moment for the meaning to sink in before Applejack’s cheeks reddened. “Ohhh...”
“Yea…” muttered Rarity, fiddling with her straw awkwardly as the two stood there in silence.
The two looked at one another in awkward silence for what felt like hours. During that moment alone together, with the woman of her dreams standing before her, Rarity realized the golden opportunity right then and there. Applejack had been on her mind all morning, the visions and sensations of her dream still quite vivid. She looked up at the farm girl, her blush having abated slightly, as she mustered the courage to speak.
“Applejack…” she started, hesitating just slightly, “I was wondering… That is to say, are you busy after work by any chance?”
“Uh… No…?” the farmgirl said unsurely. “Why? Need help with somethin’ or…?”
“Oh, nothing like that, darling,” Rarity chuckled. “I was just thinking if, perhaps, you and I could maybe grab dinner after work.”
To her glee, Applejack smiled, “Ah’d love to!”
“Perfect!” Rarity beamed, immediately composing herself to her more proper demeanor. “How would sushi sound? There’s the restaurant in the mall so we wouldn’t need to go far.”
Applejack rubbed the back of her neck with a look of uncertainty, “Actually… Thing is, Ah’ve never had sushi before…”
Rarity reciprocated with the notion with a slightly dejected, “Oh...” she should have considered the notion that Applejack was not quite as much into the more refined tastes. “If that’s so then, maybe-”
“But hey!” Applejack quickly interjected. “Never hurts to try, am Ah right?”
Rarity’s concerns were alleviated almost instantly. “Wonderful!” she said, smiling sweetly, “I’ll see you there after work, yes?”
“Why, certainly!” said Applejack with a firm nod of her head. “Anyway, Ah better get back my post. Ah’ll see you there, Rare.”
“Of course, darling,” said Rarity, giving Applejack a wave as she set off briskly to get back to the juice bar.
Rarity let forth a long, relaxed sigh, though her heart continued to beat at an increased pace in her chest. A sense of accomplishment washed over her; having finally had the courage to outwardly ask someone out. And not just any someone whom she might have admired from afar or some schoolgirl crush. It was someone she’d known for a long time, someone she’d first thought of only as a friend, then all but forgot about her, until that fateful day the Princess came into their lives. Someone she’d learned might have meant more to her than she’d ever imagined before.
Smiling to herself, she took a long, content sip of her drink.
-
Walking in a brisk, but respectable pace, Rarity stole a look at her phone’s clock. It was ten past five, having taken some extra time to make sure all was in order before locking up the shop for the evening. It wasn’t like Applejack would mind her being just a tad fashionably late. Applejack was an earnest working girl like herself.
True enough, she spotted the farm girl casually leaning beside the entrance to the restaurant of their choosing, gesturing towards Rarity the moment she caught sight of her.
“Sorry about the delay, darling,” said Rarity apologetically. “I had to ensure everything was in place and tidy; Miss Hemline is very strict about orderliness, and so-” the fashionista blushed when Applejack’s finger pressed against her lips, silencing her instantly.
Applejack gave a soft chuckle, “It’s fine, Rare. No need to tell me what Ah’m constantly needn’ to tell Apple Bloom when she and her friends are doin’ somethin’ with the tools. Same as Granny told me all the same.” She lowered her finger from Rarity’s lips, “Now how ‘bout we get us somethin’ to eat? ‘Cuz Ah for one am starvin’!”
Rarity could not help but smile sheepishly over fretting about her timing.
“Certainly,” she concurred, taking hold of Applejack’s hand to lead her on through the curtained entrance.
Inside the oriental-styled establishment, the two seated themselves in a booth. Staying true to the aesthetics, said booths were slightly elevated off the ground with a low table in each with tatami matting and small cushions to seat one’s self on. Applejack seemed slightly perplexed at first, taking to following Rarity’s example as the fashionista slid off her high heels and seated herself on one side of the table, the farmgirl seating herself opposite. Rarity couldn’t help smiling amusedly when Applejack all of a sudden removed her trademark Stetson, setting it close beside her, grinning awkwardly.
It didn’t take long when they were approached by someone more than familiar, “Hey, Rarity!”
It was nonother than Sunset Shimmer, adorned in her waitress outfit, a thigh-long kimono-themed dress, complete with her hair done in a more befitting style. As Rarity reciprocated her greeting, Sunset looked over in surprise at Applejack’s presence.
“And AJ? Well this is a first. I didn’t think sushi was something you’d be into.”
Applejack shifted slightly in place, “Ah figured it never hurt to try, you know?”
Sunset nodded understandingly as she handed them both a menu. “Just take your time and I’ll be back with you,” to which she flashed the two a playful wink before walking off.
As Rarity perused through the selection, she heard Applejack feign clearing her throat. Across the table, the farm girl looked over her menu, her face belying her uncertainty.
“Uh, so what exactly is a neigh-gih-ri?”
Rarity tittered, “Oh, honey…”
After a moment of explaining to Applejack the bare essentials when it came to their choice of cuisine, the farmgirl fell back on the tried and true “I’m having what she’s having” method. After placing their orders, the two resumed sitting in silence. Rarity perched her head against one hand, whilst the other idly fumbled with one of her chopsticks. Applejack went about looking about her new surroundings. The moment felt awkward. Too awkward, frankly.
“So apparently Vignette was arrested,” said Rarity, breaking the silence, twirling her chopstick with surprising deftness, thanks to years of managing small, sharp objects.
“That so?” replied Applejack, not sounding the least bit dejected.
“Yea. False imprisonment charges,” Rarity nodded, pursing her lips.
“Don’t take this the wrong way or anything,” said Applejack, dusting off the collar of her shirt, “but magical corruption screwin’ up her head or not, Ah ain’t exactly gonna be goin’ as far as even cryin’ crocodile tears over her…”
“Fair enough, darling,” Rarity murmured, recalling the guilt that still hung over her, despite the two having made up. “I still feel awful over how I treated you…”
Applejack nonchalantly waved off Rarity’s confession, “Aw, it’s fine Rare. Ah get you were just excited over everythin’ that just up and sprung on ya, all in one day.”
Rarity gave a thankful nod to Applejack, “I can’t help but wonder though, over all that happened, how much of it was the magic and how much of it was Vignette’s natural vices.”
Applejack scratched her chin in thought, “That’s a good point. Ah noticed that, over all the hullabaloo that’s gone down; every time it looks as if someone’s bad side just lets it all out and goes nuts.”
“I suppose, as they say; ‘absolute power corrupts absolutely,’” said Rarity with a shrug.
“Ah reckon you’re right,” Applejack looked over at Rarity thoughtfully. Rarity did not miss the notion as the farmgirl placed her hand on the table, “Best thing to do is just bein’ the best we can be, right?”
Rarity set aside the chopstick to reach out and place her hand tenderly over Applejack’s. The fashionista smiled admiringly at the farmgirl, their eyes locked-on to one another’s, Applejack’s hand turning over so as to have her fingers caress and feel around Rarity’s smooth, delicate wrist. Rarity had an inkling the girl across from her got the implication as to her answer to the question.
Sunset finally returned with the two’s orders, a perfectly flat ceramic platter in each hand with matching assortments of sushi in each hand. With a playful remark, the fiery-haired girl left Rarity and Applejack to enjoy their meal, and each other’s company in peace. Rarity promptly brandished her chopsticks and ingested a piece of salmon nigiri, when she noticed Applejack having problems grasping her chopsticks properly, an expression of frustration evident on her visage.
“First time using chopsticks?”
Applejack grunted in frustration as one of the utensils slipped from between her fingers, managing to snatch it before falling onto her meal. In an admirable display of patience, Rarity gently set hers aside and held out her hand, “Here, let me show you.”
Applejack, despite her propensity for stubbornness, immediately complied, handing her chopsticks to Rarity, to which the fashionista motioned for her hand. Rarity took Applejack’s hand in her own and placed one of the chopsticks parallel to her thumb joint.
“Now hold down with your thumb.”
As Applejack did as instructed, Rarity directed the farmgirl’s ring and pinkie finger to rest underneath the utensil.
“Now press down on it from the other side with your middle, like that…” Rarity then handed her the second chopstick. “Hold the other one between your thumb and index, that’s it, and keep the tip of your middle in between, and there. Give it a try now.”
Applejack looked at the chopsticks now intertwined in her fingers. Wagging her index finger, the tips of the wooden utensils tapped triumphantly against each other. She looked quite enthusiastic as she tapped them with increasingly firmer, assured clicks, “Hunh. Ah guess it’s not as hard as Ah thought. Thanks, Rarity.”
“Don’t mention it,” smiled Rarity as she returned to her food. Before she raised a piece of cucumber maki to her mouth, she watched as Applejack with her newfound knowledge of chopstick usage picked up one of her own salmon nigiri and effortlessly brought it up to her mouth to consume it. Rarity waited a moment as the farmgirl chewed with an expression of intrigue, “How is it?”
Almost on cue, Applejack swallowed, looking quite pleased. “Not bad! Not bad at all,” she replied, instantly picking up another. “Didn’t think nothin’ of eatin’ raw fish before. Thanks for provin’ me wrong.”
“My pleasure dear,” Rarity chuckled. “I guess we’re even now with you proving me wrong back then,” she added with a wink.
Applejack reciprocated the notion, “Here’s to provin’ each other wrong time and time again, right?”
“Oh, most certainly,” said Rarity in a playful tone as she brought up another nigiri to her mouth, seeing Applejack blush when she playfully slid her tongue out beneath the slab of rice and raw, pink fish meat.
-
After finishing their shared meal, Rarity giving Sunset a sizable tip, which both Sunset and Applejack protesting against proved futile, the two decided on heading home. Applejack offered Rarity a ride home in her pickup. Though the vehicle’s condition was not of the grade Rarity would usually approve of, she was not about to turn down the offer. Rarity’s house was not all that far from the mall either, so the stench of oil and worn leather wouldn’t have too much time to assail her nose.
Applejack pulled up into Rarity’s driveway, cranking up the rusted handbrake, “And here we are. But honestly, Rare, Ah seriously could’a chipped in for the food. Ya didn’t need to pay for both of us on top of the tip.”
“Oh, it was no trouble, truly, darling,” Rarity chuckled with a nonchalant wave. As the fashionista reached for the door handle, she looked over at Applejack, “Would you perhaps like to step inside for a while?” She looked over at the farmgirl, fluttering her eyes alluringly, “That is, if you’re not too busy…”
Rarity got her response with a twist of the ignition, cutting off the rather cacophonous rattle of the old pickup truck’s engine.
A moment later the two of them were in Rarity’s room. For added privacy, the fashionista locked the door, after checking that Opal was absent. Now that she and Applejack were alone together, Rarity’s heart raced inside her chest. Her stomach felt like it was tying itself into knots. She was thankful over her choice for their obvious impromptu date, the light meal of fish and vegetables doing nothing to worsen the feeling.
Rarity seated herself on her bed, motioning Applejack to join her, which the farmgirl did, taking the extra courtesy of placing her Stetson atop the head of one of Rarity’s dressmaker’s dummies before sitting right next to the fashionista, crossing one leg over a knee.
Rarity, feeling her face flush hotly, swallowed nervously, “Applejack…”
“Yea?”
“What I said before, about how I was thinking of you,” Rarity rubbed her arm, hesitating. “Well, what I meant was-”
She squeaked upon feeling Applejack’s arm reach around her shoulder and pulling her close against the farmer’s body, “Ah figured, sugarcube,” said Applejack softly.
Rarity fell silent as Applejack leaned her head against hers. The knots in her stomach instantly undid themselves, leaving only the fast beat of her heart whilst her senses registered what was happening that very moment. Rarity reached and arm around Applejack’s torso, closing her eyes to let everything sink in.
Rarity looked up at the girl from her dream, her other hand held softly against her lips, “Applejack… I… I don’t know how else to put it, but… I want you, Applejack.”
Applejack gently caressed the fashionista’s cheek, the two locking eyes. Rarity saw how the farmgirl’s freckled cheeks were flushed red. Their foreheads touched, neither one breaking eye contact as they sat there in silence. Rarity, now alone with her greatest desire, mustered the courage to go over the next threshold, and brought her lips closer to Applejack’s.
Everything and anything that might have gnawed at her mind vanished in that one moment when their lips met. With her eyes closed, Rarity’s mind reveled at the realization of her first kiss. Her soft lips sucked in Applejack’s bottom lip, feeling the farmgirl’s upper lip press down on hers in kind. With no thought behind her actions, Rarity threw her arms around Applejack’s torso, Applejack’s arms wrapping around the enamored fashionista into a warm, loving return embrace.
The two fell back on the bed, lips and bodies locked together, Rarity raising her leg to try and wrap around Applejack’s, wanting to be as close as possible. Their lips parted, staring into each other’s eyes once more. Applejack gently stroked Rarity’s cheek, eliciting the fashionista to once again lock lips with her. In that moment of newfound lust, Rarity daringly slid her tongue through her lips, lapping against Applejack’s eagerly. The farmgirls tongue poked out from between her burnt orange lips, to which the two parted their mouth against one another, locked together whilst their tongues lapped and caressed one another within.
Rarity moaned in absolute lust, closing her eyes in savoring the exciting new sensations. Her fingers threaded themselves within Applejack’s hay blonde hair, pressing against the farmgirl’s head as if to deepen the kiss between the two. Applejack did little to protest, sliding her hands down the arch of Rarity’s back through her fingers.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the two finally parted, their tongues connected by a single string of saliva as they retreated into their respective mouths. Continuing to embrace each other, Rarity felt the last shreds of nervousness or trepidation abated. All she could feel now was the warmth of Applejack’s body against her own.
Rarity hummed wistfully, pressing her forehead against Applejack’s “You’re quite the kisser…”
The farmgirl chuckled, the red around her freckled cheeks deepening a shade or two, “You’re really somethin’, sugarcube. Didn’t expect you to like tongue.”
“I may have gotten the urge to try from a book or two,” Rarity grinned sheepishly. “I must say; I can see the appeal now,” she giggled.
“Well then…” Applejack smiled devilishly. Before she knew it, Rarity found herself rolled onto her back with Applejack over her, whose lips pressed against Rarity’s once more.
Rarity shuddered in excitement as it was her turn to have her mouth invaded by the farmgirl’s tongue. Her arms held on tightly around Applejack, the both of them quietly moaning into one another as their tongues continued to caress. Once the farmgirl was finished and pulled back, Rarity felt she was now enthralled enough to go one step further. Casting a sultry gaze as she reached her arm around Applejack’s in order to reach for the respective shoulder strap, which she slowly and deliberately pulled down, to show that she was ready.
After the both of them clambered properly onto the soft polyester covers of Rarity’s bed, she pulled down on the zipper at the back of her blue dress, and in a sultry fluid motion the garment folded away, revealing the violet frilly bra enveloping her moderate breasts. Not small, but not too big either. Matching panties were unveiled as Rarity, in deliberate care, shed herself fully of her two-part outfit, neatly folding both her dress and underskirt and placing them at the foot of the bed. Looking over her shoulder, she playfully shook her rear at the observing Applejack.
Smirking in a devious display, Rarity crawled towards the increasingly flushed Applejack, deliberately inviting emphasis to her cleavage as she approached. Perching herself over Applejack’s lap, her tongue poking playfully out her lips, she shoved her breasts in her lover’s face. The sensation of Applejack’s breathing against her assets was ticklish, but oh so pleasant. She felt as a pair of hands fumbled at the clasps of her bra.
“Ooh, Applejack, how naughty of you~” she cooed playfully, looking down at the blushed face peeking out over her breasts.
“Look who’s talkin’,” the farmgirl replied with a daring raised of her left brow.
“Guilty as charged,” Rarity tittered as her bra came loose and slid down, baring her bosom before Applejack’s face. “So… What do you think~?”
Seeing her mouth what was unmistakably a “Whoa nelly,” Rarity felt ripples run throughout her body when Applejack reached up to feel her left breast. A gasp tinged in a blend of surprise and pleasure escaped her lips when her partner gave it a squeeze and subsequent swirling lick of her nipple.
“You too, huh?” chuckled Applejack.
“Pardon?” asked Rarity, her breast still in the farmgirl’s grasp.
“Sensitive boobs,” Applejack replied. “Bein’ totally honest; when I’m takin’ care of personal needs, Ah like to squeeze and tug ‘em. Gets me revvin’ like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Ooh, is that so?” Rarity smirked, her hands getting to work undoing the buttons of Applejack’s shirt, revealing a grass green top underneath the thin fabric, which soon found itself pulled up and over her breasts nestled in a plain white bra. Applejack’s bare body felt firm to the touch. Not exactly toned, but strong, the result of years of physical labor.
“So, if I were to do this?” said Rarity teasingly, groping at Applejack’s right breast. Her breasts appeared smaller than Rarity’s, a bit firm, but still malleable under the fashionista’s finger. The sounds emanating from the farmer’s mouth sounded like the most exquisite music to her ears, best described as a moaning purr, “Like this, darling?”
Applejack’s enamored moaning and panting was all she needed to hear, her fingers kneading the farmgirl’s breast in rhythm. Soon her hand would slip in between the soft flesh and fabric, finding Applejack’s perking nipple between her middle and ring fingers. She softly squeezed it in between them curiously. Applejack’s head bobbed backwards, her body following suit, arms quickly swerving to brace herself against the surface of the bed.
“Ahh…Rarity…” she moaned amorously.
Hearing her call out her name as such sent a rush through Rarity’s body, feeling herself moisten from just the tone escaping Applejack’s lips. She took the liberty of undoing Applejack's bra and fully shedding the farmer of her top clothing.
I can’t believe it’s really happening, Rarity’s mind reverberated as the two now topless girls found themselves once more lying down. Her face now nuzzled against Applejack’s breasts, her hand groping and kneading at the right one, fully enamored in Applejack’s lusting moans. The farmer’s thigh was grasped tightly in between Rarity’s, grinding her moistening panties against the firm contours.
“Does that feel good, honey?” she asked. Rhetorical as it was, given how Rarity’s handling was having a most audible reaction from the farmer’s blissful vocalizing.
Applejack, her face nuzzled against Rarity’s head, as if to answer her question, gave a pleased hum. “Ah feel you’re soaking from this…” she remarked.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Rarity concurred, turning her head up for a short kiss. The two remained snuggled against one another for a good while, content on simply relishing in the closeness, just feeling each other’s bodies against one another.
Rarity placed a loving hand on Applejack’s cheek, to which the farmer returned the gesture in kind, Rarity nuzzling against like a kitten.
“I think I’m ready now,” she whispered, feeling her cheeks heat up.
In response, Applejack only smiled, “What for?” It was her turn being rhetorical, as Rarity lay on her back.
Finally, the last piece of clothing to cover her form came sliding along Rarity’s thighs, these being more casually tossed aside given their slightly drenched state. Her cheeks flaring in a mix of arousal and slight embarrassment, she parted her arching legs, presenting Applejack a full view of her flower. In a motion of pure boldness, she reached forth at her cleanly shaven groin and spread out her flared core.
“Applejack…” she breathed shakily, her other hand squeezing at her breast. “Please… Touch me…”
Rarity watched in pleading anticipation as Applejack crawled in between her legs, green eyes fixated in a look of wonder nearing her womanhood. Rarity’s heart raced at the feel of the farmgirl’s fingers against the skin of her right inner thigh, whilst an arm wrapped itself around her left, Applejack’s face mere inches away from her honeypot.
Rarity’s mind disheveled for the short moment of watching Applejack’s mouth approach her most intimate area. And then, in that one instant, she felt like the entire world around her became muted: Sound, view, everything external felt as if it had washed away. All she could feel was her own being, and the indescribable warm bliss that washed over her, surging through every nerve in her body in a wave.
Rarity’s back arched, letting forth a cry of pure, unadulterated bliss from the sensation of Applejack’s lips and squirming tongue pressing exactly against her bud.
“You, uh…” Rarity peered down between her legs, Applejack looking up at her with an expression bordering between concern and amazement. “Ya’ll ‘right there, Rares?”
In answer to that question, Rarity simply lifted her hand from parting herself and pressed Applejack’s face back down into her, “Never better, just… keep going~”
And go she did, Applejack’s delving with her tongue had Rarity squirming audibly on her back, her fingers threading into Applejack’s hair whilst her other hand caressed her breasts, bunching them together with her forearm. Her head dug into her frilly baby blue pillow, every lap at her pearl a little bodily elation.
“That’s it, darling~” she whimpered, grasping at Applejack’s hair. “I… I hope I’m a sweet little flower~”
Rarity would mewl every time she felt Applejack’s tongue pressed against her bud just the right way. When the farmgirl had settled on the perfect pattern, Rarity felt she no longer needed to hold down on her partner’s head. Her legs had gradually given away and slid out limply in her throes as pleasure. Applejack’s head rose up, licking at the juices staining around her mouth, before sliding it inside her mouth to wet it.
“Getting tired, dear?” Rarity asked. “Because if you are, you can stop.”
She flinched when Applejack shot her an expression of indignation, “Ah beg your pardon?”
Rarity tittered nervously from Applejack’s flat tone. She’d definitely touched a nerve there for daring to ask if Applejack, both before and after being endowed with Equestrian magic induced super strength, would stop before the job was done. A shudder of anticipation (Or trepidation?) ran through Rarity as a broad smile shaped onto Applejack’s face, tongue sliding out from between her lips before going back down on the fashionista.
“A-applejack…?!” Rarity stammered, when the sudden surges of ecstasy erupted through her. “Oh~! Applejack, you-” she was cut off by her own gasps, her hands gripping at her bedsheets whilst her back arched uncontrollably when she felt a finger intrude inside her canal. “Ohh fuck…” she swooned under the mercy of Applejack’s determined handling.
Rarity’s craned her head against her shoulder, hungrily licking up a stray strand of saliva that had slipped out in her passion, “Ahh~ Applejack… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…”
Rarity’s body erupted in an indescribable rush of pleasure, unlike what she’d felt before, topping even the most perfectly prepared personal session she’d had in the past. Her lips doing little to suppress her moaning as her thighs rose and pressed together against her control, her core feeling like it was quivering in satisfaction.
In the throes of her first partner-induced climax, she turned her head as Applejack crawled up next to her, enveloping her right arm around Rarity’s torso and nuzzled lovingly against the fashionista’s neck.
“How was that, sugarcube~?” she asked softly.
Rarity, after regaining her senses from her awesome orgasm, turned to embrace Applejack, holding the farmgirl’s head to her chest in gratitude.
“That good, huh?” Applejack chuckled, hugging Rarity back, lips pressing tenderly against the area just above the fashionista’s breasts.
Purring in contentment, Rarity simply chose to lie there, happily embracing the girl she’d come to discover as the most precious to her. While there were the five others who both she and Applejack regarded as close as an extended family, it was Applejack who would come to hold that special place in her heart. She could not have been happier to have her first true intimate experience with the freckled farmgirl.
Rarity smiled, giving Applejack’s forehead a kiss, “Do you think it’s about time for your turn, sweetheart?”
(To be continued.)
Rarity could feel her thirst swelling, all the while she finished tying Applejack’s other hand to the posts framing the headboard of her bed with a length of soft cotton ribbon. With Applejack having beheld and tasted her very core of her womanhood, the farmgirl willingly complied to let Rarity play out one of her little fantasies, binding Applejack to her bed, so as not to flee from her clutches when it was her turn to marvel at Applejack’s honeypot… Or would the more apt descriptor have been apple core? She wondered playfully.
“Is that alright, darling~?” asked Rarity, putting a distinct emphasis on one of her frequently used words, this one not just a general term of endearment; it was sultrier and deliberate; meant solely for the woman she’d come to admire. “It’s not uncomfortable or anything, is it?”
Applejack looked up at her from the bed, her hay-blonde head of hair and deceptively strong shoulders meticulously cushioned with thick pillows, on top of a single body pillow being laid horizontally underneath those to ensure her lover was comfortable in the more awkward position, “Nah, snug as carrot in a bushel.”
Rarity giggled, “I’ll pretend that makes sense to me. Now…” she crawled over Applejack, hovering over her, with her supple breasts positioned over Applejack’s face, “I’m going to enjoy you… most… thoroughly…” she purred, licking her lips in her lustful appetite.
She slowly lowered herself over onto Applejack, burying the freckled girl’s face under her breasts, curving her back just enough so that she wouldn’t smother her. Bringing one hand tenderly atop Applejack’s head, she gently pressed her face against her mounds. The feel of Applejack’s warm breath against her skin made her body tremble in delight. When feeling just her own bare body against Applejack’s equally bare, firm form had been enough to make her jittery. Combined with feeling her lover’s breath against that which she’d never revealed to anyone, at least not openly, with their forms caressing one another… She believed she’d finally discovered the pure magic of intimacy. The fact it was Applejack, only made the feelings further intense; her drenched inner folds feeling like they were becoming soaked all over again.
Rarity moaned blissfully, grinding her groin against Applejack’s body, “Mmmh… Oh Jackie…” she teasingly smushed her right breast to Applejack’s lips, “Go ahead, give them some attention~”
Rarity chewed on her lower lip, watching intently how Applejack’s tongue slid out from between her lips, and began gently lap at Rarity’s perked nipple. The feeling, though difficult to interpret in mere words, it was intoxicating, watching the restrained farmgirl, alabaster nipple in her face, taking it in her mouth, tongue swirling around her areola. Applejack sucked the nipple in between her lips, softly suckling like a babe. Her cheeks were lit up in an orangish hue, half-lidded emerald eyes staring up at Rarity. Applejack looked so adorably lewd, bound and held down by Rarity’s body, partaking of her mammary. Rarity could feel her own cheeks burning, as she gently stroked Applejack’s hair, purring in contentment she’d never known could be experienced.
With a wet pop, Applejack turned her head to snuggle against Rarity’s left breasts, kissing its supple contours in an attempt to bring the nipple to her mouth. Rarity almost complied, but she decided it was much more exciting watching her love do so out of her own power. It was Applejack, after all. With a mumbling moan, Applejack ensnared the left nipple, taking it in her mouth, tongue swirling against the sensitive areolas and brushing against the nipple. Rarity’s thighs clenched around Applejack’s frame, undoubtedly leaking her nectar onto her.
Applejack proceeded to bury her face in between the soft, supple mounds, taking a long, desiring whiff of Rarity’s scent. Rarity vaguely recalled she hadn’t applied perfume that morning, given the disappointment she’d felt being forced to awaken from the dream, now made reality. Applejack was not smelling any of the essence mixtures and infusions (of which Rarity had quite the collection, no denial whatsoever), but Rarity’s true scent, something invisible to her own senses, but Applejack, on breathing it in, hummed pleasantly. She snuggled her face against Rarity’s sternum, herself feeling another breath imbibe her scent. Feeling endeared to such a degree she couldn’t put into words; Rarity leaned her head down and pressed her lips onto Applejack’s forehead.
Rarity slid herself down along Applejack, their faces aligning. She brought a hand on Applejack’s slightly rough, freckled cheek, the two of them gazing into each other’s eyes amorously as their noses touched. Rarity pressed her lips to Applejack’s, the two sharing another passionate kiss in her playful display of domination, sinking her tongue inside Applejack’s mouth. When they parted, Rarity trailed her lips down along Applejack’s cheek, down her neck, feeling a faint tremor through Applejack’s body.
Rarity began to drag her tongue down Applejack’s neck, sliding around and between her collarbones, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in its wake. On reaching Applejack’s sternum, she laid back down atop her, her hands reaching up from the sides to playfully squeeze at Applejack’s breasts, something which elicited a hushed, loving moan from the farmgirl. Having learned how Applejack was sensitive there, she lifted her head, bearing a most sly smile as she squeezed, not too hard, of course, at Applejack’s nipples and areolas and tugged them ever so slightly. Applejack’s gasping moans filled the room, with her thighs clenching around Rarity’s form.
“Ohhh…” cooed Rarity with a devilish tone, feeling Applejack’s muscular thighs rub against her form as she kept gently tugging at her lover’s assets, “Does my Apple like it when I do this~?”
“Nhh~” Applejack moaned through her gritted smile, craning her head against her left shoulder, “R-Rarity… Careful now before ya make me- Ohhh~”
“Make you what, dear~?” asked Rarity slyly, giving Applejack’s breasts another light tug.
Applejack squirmed under her handling once more, “Y-you’re gonna make me- Ahhh~”
Rarity released her hold on her lover’s breasts, retaining her teasing smile as she leaned in and pressed her lips to Applejack’s chest again, sliding her tongue further down along Applejack’s stomach as she climbed further down her body, circumventing the belly button, before, at last, she came upon Applejack’s most special area. As expected, unlike herself, Applejack was not one for shaving, trimming or waxing her nether area, which was covered in a mat of curly, hay yellow hairs. Deciding to not slide her tongue through the unkempt mess of pubic hair, she skipped over it, to come face-to-face with Applejack’s flower, to which the farmgirl parted her thighs, exposing some of the pinkening folds to her.
Rarity felt her heart racing again as Applejack’s core came exposed to her; seeing Applejack peering down at her past her body, the farmgirl looked so… vulnerable, which only added to Rarity’s desires. Finally, her time to partake of her most intimate area; she did not even care about the mess of pubic hair. All her trepidations she’d had about the prospects of touching someone so intimately had evaporated from her the moment they first touched lips. She wanted her all so, so much.
Rarity leaned forth, gently parting at Applejack’s folds, marveling at the bloom before her. The slight musk of sweat, what with having been cooped up underneath her clothing all day did nothing to dull her eagerness. Reaching forth with her tongue, she dabbed it against the upper end, as Applejack had done when she was orally pleasuring her. An amorous huff could be heard escaping Applejack’s lips from the end of the bed. Good, she was on the right track, her only previous experience being some erotica novels she’d secretly indulged in, other than simply pleasuring herself. Trying to remember exactly where it was that Applejack her pleasured her, Rarity began to slither her tongue around the general clitoral region, using her love’s vocalizations as her compass to help guide the wet motions of her tongue.
She felt how Applejack’s thighs quivered under her hands. Able to peer up through a sideward glance, Applejack was gripping at her bindings, her head leaning back into the pillows. Rarity watched her chest undulate as her breathing hastened. Wagging her tongue against Applejack’s clitoral hood elicited gasping moans from Applejack, the farmgirl peering down at her, her face red like a, well, apple.
“Rarity~” she gasped, her emerald eyes staring softly towards her. “Rarity, whatever you’re up to down there, just… Just keep goin’!”
Rarity winked from her position, as she planted a kiss on Applejack’s pink pearl, to which she resumed licking her lover’s bloom. Much like Applejack had done with her, Rarity bound her arms snugly around Applejack’s thighs, giving her both added comfort and the opportunity to simply feel the firmness of the farmgirl’s musculature. While Applejack might have not been as dedicated an athlete as Rainbow Dash, spending each summer working for the family business with all the heavy lifting and legwork really showed with how firm her body felt under her touch.
Watching and listening to her love writhe and moan before her almost urged Rarity to fish out her toy she kept in the back of the topmost draw of her nightstand for those particularly needy nights, but decided not to, not for their first time, in any case; not knowing whether or not Applejack had done such herself yet. Instead, she chose to try something easier. She slid her head downwards, the pink folds of Applejack’s flower growing moister. The taste was… slightly bitter, but not altogether too unpleasant. For all her fantasizing of whether or not Applejack would actually taste of apples, she evidently didn’t. No… She tasted like Applejack, her own unique taste, and it was all hers to partake. Slowly becoming accustomed to the taste of fresh Applejack juices, Rarity slipped the tip of her tongue inside the canal.
“R-Rarity?” Applejack stuttered, “What’re you up to down there?”
Rarity pulled up from having her tongue swirling around Applejack’s opening, keeping her tongue lulled out of her mouth, before licking her lips, all the while putting on the most alluring mask she could, “Why, simply seeing how delectable you are, darling~”
The way she said it, and the tone she carried it with, made Applejack blush deeply, “Ya really think so?”
Rarity winked playfully, “It might not exactly be like apple, but it most certainly will do~” she cooed. “Now then, maybe it’s about time you get to cum~” she chuckled, continuing to peer up at Applejack as she brought her mouth back to her bud, starting with a series of soft, gentle licks, like eating soft serve.
“Ohhh yeaaa…” moaned Applejack, “That’s the spot, sugar…”
Rarity chuckled in flattery before planting a kiss on Applejack’s bead, continuing to gently massage it with her tongue past her puckered lips. She could once again feel Applejack’s thighs quivering in her arms, and listen to her lusty vocals.
“That’s it, Rare…” moaned Applejack, gripping at her binds, “Right there… Harder…”
Listening to the assertive Applejack begging for her to go harder; it was so satisfying, to hear the woman she so desired say it to her openly. She continued flicking her tongue with quick, lithe licks against Applejack’s bud, changing angle or direction regularly to keep up surprise in stimulation, when Applejack’s entire body abruptly clenched. She felt how the farmgirl’s legs quivered, heard how she huffed in the sweet release of her first climax with a partner, as Rarity continued to softly dab at the clitoris.
“Hoo-…Hoo-ey…” she moaned between panting, all the while Rarity crawled back up her body, resting her upper half atop Applejack while letting her lower half lay beside her on the bed, lifting a leg over Applejack as to feel as close as possible while she lovingly kissed at Applejack’s neck. She felt like purring like a kitten, when those strong arms enveloped her and…
Rarity managed to peer Applejac’s right hand’s binding, seeing the hoop of cotton hanging off the post of the head of her bed, “Wait… How did you get loose?”
Applejack chuckled turning the two into a sideward embrace, “You’re not exactly the best at tyin’ knots, darlin’…” she cooed, imitating Rarity’s speech, albeit with her own southern twang incorporated. Before Rarity could respond, the farmgirl kissed her on the lips, holding her close in her arms, all the while Rarity in submission simply held onto Applejack’s body.
Rarity felt she should’ve said something, but truthfully, nothing managed to work its way out of her repertoire. “I love you,” “It feels like heaven,” she wanted to say something to express how much this moment meant to her and their relationship, but it all sounded so desperate and so… generic. Caught in her little dilemma, she almost missed when Applejack proceeded to sit up and scoot down along the bed. Rarity’s full realization of her predicament arrived when she felt the farmgirl take hold of her right ankle, forcing her legs apart.
“A-Applejack?” she stuttered, her cheek flushing hotly as she watched Applejack part her own legs over Rarity’s left thigh.
“Let’s finish this ride, shall we~?” asked Applejack daringly as she scooted closer, bringing each other’s respective exposed womanhood closer and closer, inch by inch. She had to be going so slow on purpose.
“Yes…” said Rarity lustily, swerving onto her back, their legs becoming interlocked, their blooms being so close to almost touching. “Come, Jackie, make a woman out of me…”
“Hold on tight, sugarcube. This could get a little rough,” said Applejack, hefting the shin of Rarity’s right over her shoulder and sliding her hand along the fashionista’s smooth, supple thigh. At last their respective blooms touched.
Applejack began to eagerly grind herself against Rarity, unable to escape with her right leg being suspended and held against Applejack’s body and her left leg pinned down under her. The both of two became enraptured as their sexes rubbed against one another, bringing about a bliss Rarity could previously only fantasize.
Despite the weight only tentatively suspending over her left thigh, it was nothing compared to the swell of bliss shooting throughout her nerves from her womanhood. Allowing her to lay down atop her pillows with Applejack assuming the top, seemed only fair with her being the dominant during foreplay. Amidst her pleasured panting, she stared lovingly at Applejack, azure eyes locked with her love’s emerald. Applejack licked her lips amidst her heaving, her cheeks retaining a healthy shade of blush as she… as she fucked her.
To hell with pleasantries, thought Rarity. She was honest to god losing her status as a virgin to the amazing woman over her. And she loved it. The sweat seeping through her body, the grinding of their sexes in passion, the quivering of their breasts. It was absolute heaven.
Rarity giggled in flattery as Applejack reached with her free hand to grab at her left breast, inviting Rarity to grab the right with her own hand, the squeeze adding to the excitement.
“Yes~!” gasped Rarity, her nerves surging in their shared bliss. “Yes! Oh, Jackie! Fu… Fuck me! Fuck me to your hearts content!”
“Rarity…” moaned Applejack, beads of sweat forming around her forehead.
“Make me cum…” Rarity begged, “Make me cum with your pussy!”
Rarity squealed when her canal started to flex and convulse inside of her, just like when Applejack earlier made her climax during her first session of cunnilingus with her. As she was left writhing in bliss, Applejack slumped down next to her, thighs clenching together as she had one hand down in her sex, sighing shakily in the midst of her own climax. The sight of it Rarity found beautiful beyond description, seeing Applejack writhing there next to her in bliss that their two flowers brought about through their joining.
Rarity wasted no time snuggling against Applejack once more, their bodies feeling hot and wet from sweat. And she couldn’t care less. If anything, it made her feel… It made everything feel just spectacularly lewd, their bodies worn out from their first fits of passion. Ensnaring herself into Applejack’s arms, while she herself once again lifted and folded a leg around Applejack’s thigh, a sense of what could be described as a blend of elation, satisfaction and just how right it all was.
Her last night’s dream had become a reality. And she couldn’t have been happier, able to for the first time bask in the afterglow of such a magical moment.
“Applejack,” she spoke softly, nuzzling against the farmgirl’s chest, “perhaps you should just spend the night~?”
“Ah’d love that, very much,” said Applejack, planting a peck on Rarity’s forehead whilst stroking her long, now slightly matted indigo hair.
Rarity smiled. Now she was very much satisfied with her day. While the two undoubtedly needed a wash, what with the sweat and their love juices staining their lower bodies, all of that could wait. For the moment, Rarity just wanted to rest there, in the arms of the woman of her fantasies.
“I love you.”
“Love you too, sugarplum~”
Author's Note
Finally! Took the time to actually finish this thing! 
It is always a fun experiment writing sex scenes. If you peeps think I should do more akin to this and "Isn't it Awfully Nice to Have a...", please do make your voices heard. I'd love to try more of this. 
So here's to my main OTP of EqG. 
