"My Hero..."

"Alright, we're here," the taxi driver said. They were in a very run-down area of Manehattan. It was 10:57 PM and Applejack couldn't hear another living soul on the streets, with the exception of the ever-persisting sound of someone's dog barking through a metal fence somewhere around the corner. Applejack looked out the cab window at the rundown, abandoned warehouse that she was supposed to meet Rarity inside of.

"I swear that I'm not trading drugs in there," Applejack said.

"Not my business, lady," the man shrugged. "Have a nice night."

"Thank ya kindly," Applejack replied, stepping out of the car. The driver wasted absolutely no time locking the doors behind her and driving away at high speed. Frankly, she couldn't blame him. The place looked like an area where a local gang would interrogate and torture people in a bad movie.

She couldn't help but be impressed by just how perfect of a location Rarity found. As Applejack got closer to the first door she could find, she started to hear voices.

"Go ahead," she heard Rarity say. "It won't hurt me, I promise."

Applejack heard a loud Clang! that sounded like somebody had struck a crowbar against something that was much harder than a crowbar.

"Wow!" came the voice of one of the male stooges that Rarity paid to be a part of this. "This really is magic, isn't it?"

"And your friend's magic necklace gives her super strength?" another man asked.

"Yes," Rarity answered. "And her skin is also impervious to any sort of bludgeoning or stabbing, specifically. Any sort of physical attack just bounces off of her, but she can still be burned or frozen or anything else of the sort."

"Really?"

"Think about it, darling. In order to pick up a bus with your bare hands, you would need some really tough skin, muscles, and bones to do so. It's only logical that she would have unbreakable skin."

"Wow..." another man said in awe. "That's amazing. You girls have these magical powers and nobody knows about them?"

"Yes, that's correct," Rarity answered. "And I have another friend that can read minds. So if someone starts telling people about this, I will find out who it was. Capiche?"

Applejack heard various different affirmations from what sounded like ten different men.

"Is she here yet?" another man asked.

"She should be," Rarity answered. "Oh! Someone hold this for me."

"You want us to hold onto your necklace?" one of them asked. "Are you sure?"

"It won't be a very convincing illusion if I'm wearing it," Rarity pointed out. "I could easily surround myself in an indestructible bubble and fly out of here. Trust me, the necklace will be really distracting to her if she sees it."

"Okay, done."

"Great," Rarity replied. "It's eleven o'clock. Show time. Everybody, remember to speak extra loudly and clearly, just to make sure she can hear us."

"Alright, we're all ready."

Everyone went silent for a moment. Applejack faintly heard the sound of Rarity clearing her throat, and then...

"Unhand me, you Ruffians!!" Rarity shrieked.

"Ha ha ha ha!" one of the men cackled. "Struggle all you want, lady! You're not getting out of here alive!!"

"No!!" Rarity wailed. "Somebody save me!!"

Applejack truly, genuinely struggled to put on a straight face. She honestly couldn't believe that she was really doing this. But, per Rarity's instructions, Applejack double-checked to make sure that her magic was already active, and then she somehow managed to compose herself enough to walk through the door and enter the scene.

"What's going on in here?" Applejack asked as she finally stepped into the scene that Rarity had so carefully coordinated.

It looked exactly like the bad movie scene that Applejack was imagining earlier. They were in an abandoned and empty warehouse, and Rarity was chained to a chair in the center of the barren room, surrounded by nine men. Five of them seemed to be unarmed, and the other four were wielding crowbars, knives, and metal bats. Two of them were wearing black ski masks.

And all ten people in the room instantly turned to look at Applejack as she walked in. She was wearing a casual jacket with an undershirt that wasn't quite long enough to cover up her entire torso and a pair of denim shorts that was no more than six inches long. Her outfit wasn't overly sexual, but it certainly wouldn't have passed her high school's dress code.

"Let her go," Applejack commanded the "thugs" defiantly with both hands on her hips.

Gasp! Rarity gasped. "Who are you?"

"Who is she?" two of the men comically asked in perfect synchronization.

"Me?" Applejack answered, just like she rehearsed it. "I'm just a passing stranger who's here to teach y'all a lesson about how to treat a lady," she concluded, taking off her jacket and tossing it aside.

"So mysterious..." Rarity swooned.

"What do we do?" one of the men panicked. "The boss said no witnesses!"

"Calm down, rookie!" another one barked at him, before turning back to Applejack. "Did you call the cops, lady?"

"Uh... no," Applejack answered. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop herself from cracking a smile as she quickly came up with the perfect response. "I didn't bother to call the police. I'm pretty sure I won't be needing them."

"So brave..." Rarity stared. Applejack swore that she literally saw stars in her eyes.

"No cops?" the man asked, reaching inside of his coat. "Perfect."

Then, he pulled out a handgun.

The goofy grin that Applejack was trying to keep off of her face melted away in an instant. "Wait, no!" Applejack raised her hands in front of her face and instinctively backed away. "Bullets can still burn me-"

Bang! Applejack watched as the man ignored her protests and pulled the trigger anyways. She didn't see a muzzle flash, but she heard the gun fire directly at her, and...

...She felt the impact of a rubber bullet bouncing harmlessly off of her skin.

...

...

Gasp! the thug gasped. "Our weapons are useless against her!!"

"What do we do??"

"Shoot her again!!"

And then, every "unarmed" man pulled out a gun and unleashed a stream of rubber ammunition at her.

"It's not working!" one of the thugs screamed.

"She must be bulletproof! Keep firing!"

Applejack couldn't stop herself from laughing at how deliberately corny this was. She felt like she probably shouldn't have been laughing at that moment, but she just couldn't stop herself.

"BWA HA HA HA HA!!" she bellowed.

"She's laughing!!" one of the goons yelled in terror. "It's not hurting her at all!"

Applejack quickly realized that the act of her accidentally breaking her composure actually fit the scenario perfectly. They all thought that she was intending to laugh as a sign of how useless their weapons were, and she took full advantage of her improvisation and started to walk over towards the large group of men.

"That's right!" Applejack yelled jubilantly. "Your guns don't even tickle me!"

The man who fired first kept shooting anyways until Applejack heard a telling click, signaling that he was out of bullets. In less than two seconds, the other four gunmen ran out of bullets, as well.

"Crap! She really is bulletproof!"

"Maybe this crowbar will hurt her!" a man with a crowbar loudly suggested while running at Applejack with a crowbar.

"HA HA HA HA!!" Applejack exploded with laughter again, safe in the knowledge that nobody would ever realize that she was laughing at Rarity's fantasy rather than laughing for it, because the laughter fit so perfectly, either way. The man with the crowbar murderously tried to bring the weapon down upon Applejack's head, but she effortlessly caught it with a single hand and very carefully kicked the make-believe thug away.

"Oof!" The man actually jumped backwards through the air like a child in a school play that was pretending to be hit harder than he actually was. He landed flat on his back and didn't get back up again.

"Oh god," another man recoiled. "Did she just knock him out with one kick??"

"I did!" Applejack replied. "And look what else I can do!" Then, she took the crowbar and started to bend it. The metal screeched loudly in protest, but she completely ignored it as she twisted the iron even more easily than an average man could mold clay, eventually tying the metal tool into a perfect knot.

"Egad!" one of the gunmen cried out. "She's super strong, too!"

One of the men with a ski mask ran at Applejack at full speed with a knife in hand. Applejack dropped the ruined metal and prepared to punch him, making sure to make a deliberate show of winding up her strike so that the man could easily react to her move in time. When he got close enough, Applejack threw what could only be described as a "student film punch" straight at the man's forehead. The punch was noticeably weak and sluggish, and she barely even touched the man, but he still jerked his head violently backwards in perfect time with her "punch" and collapsed at her feet.

The two men with the metal baseball bats charged at her simultaneously. She decided to actually let them hit her. They both swung the melee weapons with all of their might, one of them striking her stomach, and the other swinging the bat down onto her skull.

Thump!

CLANG!!

The man who went for her head actually dropped the bat to the ground from the sheer amount of shock that his hands absorbed from the impact of the aluminum bat striking against Applejack's infinitely tougher skull.

"Ya really oughta get a bat with a better grip," Applejack playfully chided him. "That cheap old thing'll do murder on your hands over time, you know." She then grabbed the bat-less man by his shirt and yelled "Catch!" Then, she easily threw the 200-pound man across the room, straight into the other masked man that was standing a little over twenty feet away. She threw the would-be slugger with enough force to genuinely knock the other guy over, but it wasn't enough to knock either of them unconscious, but neither man got back up again, regardless.

The other man with a bat was disposed of by a "student film right hook" that caused the man to dramatically spin around five hundred and forty degrees as he fell to the floor. She then sauntered over towards the four remaining "gunmen," putting an extra sway into her hips for the added enjoyment of their "hostage."

Applejack lifted the first man off of the floor with only one hand on his throat. She wasn't restricting his airflow in any way, but that didn't stop him from dramatically pretending that she was choking the life out of him as his feet left the floor.

He put both of his hands on her one hand and tried to pry her grip away from his throat. He didn't try very hard, at first, but when he noticed that her fingers weren't moving a millimeter, he tried harder.

But her fingers still didn't move a millimeter.

"P-please," the man sputtered as Applejack "strangled" him beneath her fingertips. "Please don't throw me into the padded wall over there," he finished, tilting his head slightly towards Applejack's left.

She couldn't help but glance towards the area he was gesturing towards. And sure enough, there were two blue wrestling mats in the direction that the man was looking in; one up against the wall and one on the floor directly beneath it. It looked like they were meticulously planted there for the sole purpose of throwing people into them.

"...Huh." Applejack said, once again surprised by how well Rarity had planned all of this. She looked back up to the pretend henchman dangling in her one-handed grasp and said "Well, I guess ya should have thought about that before abducting an innocent woman."

Applejack lightly tossed the man a few inches into the air, caught him by his shirt, pivoted her upper body towards the mats, and hurled the man over her shoulder (with one hand, of course) straight into the padded wall.

Even though the man was nearly a head taller than Applejack, his entire weight rocketed across the room and hit the wall hard.

Boom!

Applejack couldn't help but smile a little. She knew from her high school gym classes that the man would be fine. But damned if it didn't sound like an impact that would kill a man. There was nothing else quite like the sound of a body hitting a gym matt. The sound actually made it much more convincing when the man didn't get back up.

DAMN, that felt sexy, Applejack couldn't help but think to herself after the latest demonstration of her power. I think I want to do that again.

"You! Come here," Applejack called out as she stepped over to one of the few thugs still remaining.

"No! Please!" the man begged. Applejack didn't bother with any theatrics, this time. She just wanted to throw another man across the room, so she did.

"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeee-"Boom!

The second man hit the padded wall and fell to the padded floor, right on top of the first man.

"Alrighty then," Applejack nodded, satisfied. "Just two left now, huh?" She turned towards the last two men. They were standing side by side and practically shaking as she walked over to them, once again with a slightly exaggerated sway in her hips with each step, both for the enjoyment of her client and because Applejack was actually enjoying this, herself.

"G-get away from me, you freak!" one of the goons shouted as he and his partner both backed away from the advancing supergirl.

Applejack kept on walking, smiling all the while as she watched the two men both back into the wall behind them. As soon as their backs hit the wall, the two men just stood there and watched as Applejack cleared the distance between them, despite the fact that the two stooges had plenty of room to run.

"I ain't no freak," Applejack told them. She was finally within arm's reach of the two men. "I am a Goddess."

Applejack then placed one hand on each man's throat, lifted both thugs high into the air...

...and then, she began to literally choke both of them.

Applejack had no intentions of hurting the two men. She was going to release both of them as soon as they passed out, and then their unconscious bodies would immediately start breathing again, and they would wake up in a matter of minutes, perfectly safe.

Her strangling of the two goons was entirely genuine, as were the looks of panic on the men's faces when they realized they they truly couldn't breathe.

Both men fought with all of their might to free themselves, each man putting both of hands into their pointless attempts at prying Applejack's individual hands off of each of their necks. They gasped and struggled and flailed their legs around as they dangled helplessly in her superhuman grip, repeatedly kicking at Applejack, often making strong contact with her bare thighs that were proudly on display beneath her scandalously short shorts.

Applejack kept the same cool smirk on her face, but she was secretly watching their faces very closely the entire time that she was strangling the two men. The one in her right hand passed out first, and she immediately relaxed her hold on him as soon as he did. The one in her left hand followed suit a few seconds later, at which point Applejack theatrically dropped both men onto the warehouse floor, unconscious but very much alive.

All was silent for a moment in the tense aftermath of Applejack effortlessly disposing of nine armed men in less than a minute.

"You alright, ma'am?" Applejack finally turned to Rarity and addressed her client directly for the first time that night.

Rarity, for her part, was almost too stunned to speak. First of all, she hadn't seen Applejack's strength in action in years, and she had almost entirely forgotten just how awe-inspiring the power within her sexy, womanly body truly was.

But what shocked her a lot more was just how well Applejack played the role that she had given her. Back in high school, Applejack couldn't act to save her soul. But the woman that Rarity had just witnessed in action almost felt like an entirely different person. Applejack displayed a true performance of power, confidence, and now chivalry as she finally spoke to her directly for the first time of the night.

In any other scenario, Rarity would have asked her "Who are you and what have you done with Applejack?" But for the time being, she was getting turned on far too much for her to care.

Rarity was already imagining them naked in bed. She could picture Applejack holding her in a soft, yet unbreakable hug as her sweet, freckled face peppered her with kisses. She could feel Applejack's single hand pushing her down onto her bed sheets. She could feel Applejack's naked groin rubbing firmly against her own rosebud. She could feel the infinite might of Applejack's voluptuous hips forcing Rarity's exposed body to sink deeper and deeper into the bed as Applejack's smooth and unstoppable body slowly made love to her. She could feel Applejack's otherworldly might in every inch of her creamy skin. Every movement that Applejack made would force Rarity to move along with her, constantly reminding her of the fact that this woman could rip her into a thousand pieces with her bare hands, but she knew that she never would. Rarity would feel completely powerless, yet completely safe in the intimate embrace of the southern Goddess. She could feel-

"Ma'am?" Applejack asked again. "Are you alright?"

"Oh! Um..." Rarity shook her head as if to shake the raging hormones out of her so she could focus on keeping to the script that she had mentally prepared for this evening.

"Oh yes," Rarity eventually answered. "I'm quite alright, but... who are you?"

As Applejack walked closer to where Rarity was tied up, she wasn't sure how to answer for a moment. She was having a hard time pretending that one of her oldest friends was a complete stranger. And as she got closer, still, she found her heart starting to race a little bit from the woman who was tied up before her.

Has she lost weight? Applejack wondered to herself, before stealing a glance at Rarity's chest and deciding that she certainly hasn't lost any weight there, at least. Or her thighs either, for that matter.

"Well..." Applejack started talking, hoping to distract Rarity from the fact that she was ogling her body for a moment. "I'm just a passing stranger who thought that someone could use some help," she said. By this point, she was standing right in front of Rarity, so she punctuated her introduction by ripping apart the iron chains around Rarity's waist with her bare hands. The chain links put up absolutely no resistance and were ripped into a hundred tiny piece from Applejack's light tug.

"It's the necklace, isn't it?" Rarity asked. "Believe it or not, I actually have one just like it. I thought that it was the only one!"

"Really?" Applejack pretended to be surprised by that. "Why ain't you wearing it, then?"

"Because these ruffians all caught me by surprise and took it from me! I think that this one over here has it," Rarity said, pointing to one of the many "unconscious" men in the room.

Applejack patiently waited as Rarity got to her feet, walked over to the man and ruffled through his pockets. Applejack was still wondering if something about Rarity's body had changed since the last time they saw each other. Is she going to the gym? No, Rarity wouldn't be caught dead working up any sort of sweat, for ANY reason. God she looks good, though. Maybe it was just the fact that she knew what they would be doing later in the night, but she couldn't help but notice how Rarity's body seemed much nicer than she remembered it.

But even with that said... could she really pleasure that body when the time came? She felt like she was looking at a woman that any man would be lucky to have, but was absolutely off-limits to Applejack herself, on account of her being one of her oldest friends. It felt completely crazy that this was happening, and Rarity didn't seem bothered in the slightest! How long had Rarity wanted this? And could Applejack actually go through with it?

"Here it is!" Rarity declared, finally pulling a purple necklace off of the man and fastening it around her neck.

"Good thing you got that back," Applejack told her. "Wouldn't want that to fall into the wrong hands."

"It's a good thing you were here, then," Rarity agreed.

"Would you like me to walk you home?" Applejack offered, already walking towards Rarity.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to be a burden," Rarity politely declined. "You've already done so much for me already."

Applejack may not have been the best at reading every type of social cue like Rarity could, but her momma didn't raise her to be rude, either. She knew when somebody was just saying "no" to be polite. "It's no burden at all, ma'am," Applejack answered.

But before Rarity could even put forth another polite dismissal, Applejack scooped the woman up off of her feet and held her in a cradle carry, one of her personal favorite tricks for showing off her strength in a romantic and intimate way.

Rarity's heart was already pounding. She couldn't even describe the feeling of having Applejack's slender arms lift her up off of her feet and holding her close like the chivalrous white knights that she had dreamed about in high school. Only, instead of a handsome man with rock hard muscles, Rarity was being gingerly held in the arms of a soft, smooth woman. It was one thing to know how strong Applejack was, but it was another thing entirely for Rarity to feel her entire body being effortlessly picked up off the ground by her might. Applejack's body felt so gentle and heavenly, and yet Rarity could now FEEL just how inhumanly powerful that magnificent body truly was. Rarity's brain momentarily locked up as she tried to come up with a response to the bold move that Applejack had just completely swept her off of her feet with.

Applejack couldn't help but smirk at how the normally confident and charismatic fashion queen suddenly became uncharacteristically flustered in Applejack's arms. Works every time, she though to herself. Then out loud, she told her new client, "I'll keep you safe until you're back home, miss... um... What's your name?"

"Rarity" the woman answered, barely above a whisper.

"Rarity," Applejack repeated with a genuine smile. "That's a lovely name for a lovely gal. I'm Applejack."

"Nice to meet you," Rarity forced herself to answer through the thick haze of emotions running through her mind.

"How about I take you home, now?" Applejack asked her.

Rarity simply nodded. She was too flustered to even speak as Applejack carried her out of the warehouse. She felt herself being gently squeezed against into Applejack's body as she carried her away. It was all too much. Rarity simply laid there in the cowgirl's arms and tried to calm her racing heart as she merely allowed herself to be carried away in the unfathomably power, yet perfectly gentle embrace of what felt like, in that moment, a Goddess from a higher plane that was more perfect than any woman could ever deserve.

Applejack's thoughts, on the other hand, were a raging war of conflicting feelings and emotions. On one hand, Rarity had the most utterly flawless body that she had ever known, and probably ever would know. And she only seemed to get even sexier over the years. Now twenty-five years old, she found that the ruler of the world's largest fashion empire had a body that was a sight to behold.

It was a true blessing to lay eyes on Rarity's form, let alone be able to touch it.

Applejack's left hand was cupped beneath a pair of perfectly-padded thighs and her right hand was wrapped around Rarity's shoulder blades and gently pressing the woman's upper body into her own. Every once in a while, Applejack even managed to steal a glance at the angelic face that had caused so many high school boys to fight for the privilege of taking her to the prom. She was the most physically perfect woman Applejack had ever laid eyes on.

...

...

But she was also one of her oldest friends.

"That bike over there," Rarity suddenly spoke up.

"Buh?" Applejack replied eloquently.

Eventually, she found where Rarity was pointing. There was a motorcycle parked right outside of the entrance of the abandoned warehouse. There were also two helmets hanging off of the bike, which Applejack doubted was a coincidence.

"I managed to steal these off of one of those ruffians," Rarity announced, proudly pulling a pair of keys out of her pocket. "You weren't planning on walking me home, were you?"

"I... I reckon I didn't really have a plan," Applejack answered, which was absolutely true because Rarity was the one who planned this whole night, a fact that Applejack was suddenly reminded of yet again. Applejack approached the vehicle and prepared to set Rarity down on the back of the bike. But then, she felt herself hesitate for a moment, as if her her body was actively resisting her brain's order to take her hands off of Rarity for even a single second. But eventually, she set the purple-haired girl down on the back of the bike, and then she climbed on in front of her.

Rarity immediately wrapped her arms around Applejack and hugged her tightly, squeezing every single curve of her fabulous body into Applejack's back, giving Applejack an especially good feel of the size and texture of Rarity's chest as it pressed deep into Applejack's shoulder blades.

Good lord girl, you're going to cause me to have an accident, Applejack thought to herself. She handed one helmet to Rarity and put the other one on herself. Rarity's hands left Applejack's body for a moment in order to put on the protective gear, and then they immediately latched onto Applejack once again. Applejack could have sworn that Rarity was actively rubbing against her this time.

Okay, Rarity. I hope you're ready to make a shield for yourself when you make me crash this bike on the way home.

Without another word, Applejack turned the key, started the engine, and took off in the direction of Rarity's estate.