This Never Happened.
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Note, for the sake of my sanity and ease of writing ( those are directly linked ) Breasts are on a female's chest. Not the stomach. Thank you.
By: Foxvolt
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" I hear they got a DJ and everything! This is gonna be so awesome! " Dash looked skyward as she walked beside Applejack and Pinkie Pie down the street.
" Yeah! I'd throw a party like that, but I need bits for a DJ. Oh well, guess this'll have to do! " Pinkie exclaimed happily, tail fluttering back and forth.
" I'm just hopin' they got them some dancin' goin' on in there. I got in this outfit, and I intend ta' shake what I got in it. " Applejack spoke, determinedly.
Dash snickered at Applejack's remark.
" What's so funny Rainbow? "
They locked gazes for a moment.
" You... In a dress.... It's so... *ppfff* .... Aahhhahaha! " Dash fell to the ground in hysterics. She had some right to.
Applejack had insisted on wearing her only formal attire to the club, and it was so feminine, Dash found it funny.
Applejack thought it complimented her slim, toned figure, but Dash was stuck on the dress aspect of it.
In all honesty, the dress looked radiant on her. Her figure was fitted into it perfectly. It made her breasts perk up slightly more as well, a factor Applejack did not comment or complain about, and many a passing stallion noted indulgently.
Her flank was somewhat exposed by the cut of it, but she could avoid that by shifting some layers. Even if somepony did see under her dress, most don't even wear clothing, so what?
After the drama passed, they continued to round the next block, passing Sugar Cube Corner,
Pinkie herself, as with Dash, decided to go without a dress, choosing to simply lounge in the daily birthday suit.
The club stuck out against the night-stricken town, with neon lights and signs visible from the end of the road.
They hastily made their way to the doors, and breezing past the admittance duo, stepped inside.
Pinkie was immediately stricken with multitudes of new ideas for her own parties, and ran off without a word to examine everything.
Applejack was overwhelmed at the level of the music, and the number of intoxicated, dancing ponies in the place. There was a set-up stage at the head of the large room, filled with at least forty ponies. There was little else that the two could see between the sea of shifting drunks.
" Hey, " Dash nudged Applejack. " Let's see if they have some cider, or sarsaparilla. I haven't had a drink in a while. " She licked her lips in anticipation. That savory sweet sarsaparilla was suddenly her largest desire. But best to stick to the cider, wouldn't want to get too sloppy. Not in front her her friends, anyway.
They split to find the source of the alcohol everypony was ingesting, and Applejack spotted it at the far side of the room. She quickly trotted along, trying to find Pinkie as well.
As she stepped up to the bar, Pinkie plopped down beside her.
" Two please! Cider! " Pinkie smiled at the bartender, who produced the cups of cider.
" Thanks! How much? " Pinkie asked.
The Stallion shook his head. " On the house for everypony tonight, that blue blood fella' paid for everypony. "
Applejack and Pinkie searched the crowd for a ' blue blood ' to no avail. Pinkie slammed the drink, and returned to her search for party ideas.
Dash soon saw Applejack from another part of the room, and shifted through the sea of ponies dancing madly.
" One please, Cider. " Applejack told the bartender, who produced another cup without a glance.
" Thank ya' kindly. "
Dash sat at the bar.
" Here's a lil' somethin' to get ya started. " Applejack offered the cup.
" Thanks, took long enough to find the bar. " Dash responded. " So many ponies... Whatever. "
Dash glanced into the drink, then at Applejack. " How much? "
" Free, some feller' blue blood ' paid for the night. "
Dash laughed. " Yeah, I forgot he runs by here on his weekends. "
Applejack and Dash sipped their drinks, not finding anything to talk about.
Applejack had finished her cup, as Dash was asking for her third.
" Slow down there partner, don't want ya' gettin' sick now. " Applejack said to dash.
Dash looked offended. " You trying to say I can't hold my drinks? Is that some kinda challenge? "
Applejack was going to deny it, but then she thought... How much more could dash handle? She'd win hands-down. Maybe she could even up the ante...
" Yer on! Can we get two shots a' sarsaparilla? " Applejack asked the bar tending stallion.
They were provided, apparently paid for as well.
Dash grinned, and Applejack smirked, before they * ting'd * the shot glasses together, and downed it.
Dash widened her eyes, and shook her head, Applejack seemed unaffected.
Another shot followed, then another. Dash was holding her ground, and Applejack felt herself losing coherency.
After few more shots, the mares were completely intoxicated.
" Tha's it, ah'm *hic!* done... " Applejack slurred, wiping her eyes. " Ah shouldn't a' drank.... Drank all tha'.... Ooh... I'm goin... Home..."
She walked away from the bar, and Dash followed closely behind.
" Iiiiii'm going with ya! Wouldn't wanna get *hic!* get lost.... Wouldja? " She asked, words as slurred as Applejack's.
Applejack laughed at their stupidity, and quickly left the establishment with Dash, leaving Pinkie to her dancing.
The two exchanged drunken slurs, and punches on the way to Applejack's home, but nonetheless arrived unscathed.
" Ah'l seeeeyah t'morrow! Thanks for the *hic!* for the drinks! " Applejack waved as Dash jumped into the air.
After mere moments, she turned, and plummeted into the ground, face-first.
" Ow... " Dash rubbed her snout tenderly.
Apple jacked laughed at Dash's attempt at flying while drunk.
" C'mon inside, don't reckon mah' folks'll mind ya stayin' fer *hic!* a while... " Applejack waddled into the home, and found it had no pony there.
Dash stumbled in not far behind. " There's a.... A... Whatchamacallit... A note, on the..... the table... "
Applejack approached the table, and saw there indeed was a note.
" Gone fer.... Hay... The day... Gone fer the day... got a CMC sleepover toooo... Run... Please do... " Applejack struggled to read the mass of shifting letters, until sighing and giving up.
" Let's just get ta' bed. " She said, tripping along to her bedroom, Dash following.
Within moments they were in the center of a dimly-lit room that was Applejack's. Very plain, very ordinary. It was nice.
" Cmon, let's try ta' sleep off the 'sprilla... " Applejack climbed into the bed, rustling into the covers.
Dash grinned, climbing in behind her.
" Why sleep? " Dash sounded extremely more lustful than she did just moments ago. " It's late, nopony's here to bother us... Just me... " Dash wrapped a foreleg around Applejack's stomach, pulling her close. " And *hic!* you... "
Applejack's mind spun at the multitude of ideas she was formulating.
" Tha' could be... Kinda... Nice... " Applejack said, with another hiccup.
Dash slipped her hooves around Applejack's thighs.
" Yeah... It could be really... Really... Nice. " Dash giggled in her state of mind, unable to consider much more.
Applejack placed her hooves on Dash's, and slid them lower... Lower... Until Applejack took in a sharp breath.
" Ohhh~ " Applejack moaned quietly, as Dash shifted her hooves over her crotch.
As Dash did this, she stepped over Applejack, laying on her side as well.
" You know you want it.. I bet you *hic!* bet you always did... Didn't you? " Dash rubbed harder against Applejack's moistening crotch, earning a drawn out " Yeeeeess! " in response.
" Heh, thought so... " Dash clumsily fell into Applejack, embracing her with one hoof, pleasuring her with the other. She licked the base of her neck, her chest, anywhere she could to get that bitter-sweet sense of sweat and Sarsaparilla.
" Dash, " Applejack muttered between gasps. " Quit... Teasin' me... " Applejack placed her hooves over Dashes, trying to make her rub harder, but Dash refused.
" How much do you wan' it? " Dash asked, giggling at the torture.
" Dash... "
" Beg for *hic!* for it. "
Applejack's conscience cleared somewhat, and her morals conflicted. Should she hold strong to her will, or succumb to Dash, and be taken again?
The conflict raged on, and the lack of activity in her crotch made even harder to concentrate.
Finally, she muttered a quiet " Yes... "
" Huh? Didn't hear ya. "
" I said... Yes... Okay... " Applejack sighed.
" Yes what? I wanna hear you say it. Say how much you want me to *hic!* to pleasure you. Beg for it. " Dash grinned evilly, the alcohol gave her confidence in her actions.
No, actually, she probably would have done this anyway.
Begging was always a turn-on for Dash. And applejack was never very submissive, so there was a clash of power, and Dash held all the aces.
" Dash... I... " Applejack withered below dash, her desires growing beyond her limits.
" C'mon, you're only telling me the truth, aren't you? " Dash laughed. She felt guilty, but it was all in good fun.
" Please... Dash... " Applejack sighed heavily, defeated.
" Please what? " Dash pushed her limits.
" Please... Please buck me. " Applejack stopped. She said it. She had said it. " I need ya' to... "
An idea formed in Applejack's head.
" To... Get off. "
Dash went from cocky and uppity, to stunned as Applejack thrust her body upwards, making Dash stumble. She flipped Dash onto her back, and laid on her.
Dash struggled to move, but Applejack's figure was masculine and heavy set compared to her own light, athletic figure.
" Now YOU say it. " Applejack felt her confidence bolster as Dash's had. Wether it was the alcohol or not, she didn't care.
Dash's eyes widened, as she realized she was pinned. " Not bad. Now shush and get to it! " she grinned at the bluntness of her words. Not very much restraint there.
Not wanting to wait for Applejack to start teasing, Dash lifted her thighs, grinding her damp crevice against Applejack's, moaning in delight, as Applejack's self-control collapsed with the erotic pleasure coursing through her.
Taking the initiative, Dash freed her fore-hooves, and wrapped them around Applejack's neck, pulling her down onto her with all her force.
Their breasts clambered together, as with their Marehoods, meshing feelings of pleasure and discomfort together.
" Rainbow... Ah'm feelin'... A lil'... Ligh' headed.... " Applejack said, alcohol taking it's toll on her.
She needed to stop, but didn't want to. It was too late for that.
" I'll take over, sit back, relax, and watch a master at * Hic! * work! " Dash boasted. Once they swapped positions, Dash spread Applejack's legs once more, only to merge them with her own, grinding the sensitive skin of their love's together.
She spread her wings to their full extent, displaying her excitement, and subconsciously, her dominance of her prey.
Control was one thing Dash loved to have. Enough said. If there was a choice, she would choose it. If there was a leader, she wanted to be it. She only succumbed to the rule of the Princess herself in regards of authority.
Being known, Applejack laid back, and let Dash completely take over the Lovemaking session. Setting the pace, the roughness, the angle, everything. And it was more that Applejack could ask for.
" You , * Umph * close AJ? " Dash asked, panting in excitement, as she grinder harder and faster against Applejack, who did the same.
" Reckon so Rainbow, Keep on goin'! " Applejack panted harder, her tongue limping slightly out of her mouth as she lost herself in pleasure, string together primitive sounds resembling nothing near words.
Dash stretched her wings and legs as she peaked, and spasmed against Applejack as she came. As she did so, she couldn't suppress a yelp of pleasure to escape her mouth.
Applejack was close behind, tensing up moments after Dash, as she began to come as well, spilling her juices, along with Dash's, onto her bed.
The two grinned lightly, staring at each other.
They began to laugh over the situation, before unhinging, and cuddling back up, like they had at the hospital. Applejack lying beside Dash in her warm, protective, winged embrace.
There was no better feeling in the world.
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Applejack woke Extremely sore,and rolled over, pulling the warm blanket back over her.
" YOWCH! " Dash yelled, as Applejack yanked on her wing.
Applejack jumped out of the bed, alert and confused.
" Rainbow?! What're you doin' in mah... " Her eyes went wide for a moment.
Dash said nothing, jumping down in front of applejack.
" Sorry Dash, I forgot... That we... "
" That never happened. " Dash said, staring into Applejack's gaze.
There was a silence as the words sunk in.
" And I won't meet you at my place tonight at eight. " Dash added.
" And you won't have twilight give you the cloud-walking boots she got from the competition. "
There was another gap in conversation, and Dash turned to leave.
" This never happened. " Applejack confirmed.
With a smile, Dash walked off the ranch, and flew home to get a shower in before work.
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End.
