Applejack was alone in her dorm room.

She and Sunset Shimmer had been rooming together for almost three weeks. It wasn’t bad so far, Applejack thought. Sunset was a little messy, and sometimes she stayed up too late playing video games, but she was nice and understanding about most things.

Since school had started, they had talked a little most nights, but still weren’t as close as most of the others. Actually, Sunset hadn’t been Applejack’s first choice of roommate. She had asked Rainbow Dash first, but found out that Rainbow would be living at home and commuting to campus. Then she had tried Pinkie Pie, but Pinkie had already put her name into the roommate lottery, because apparently she thought it would be more fun doing it that way. Fluttershy was also living at home and commuting. And she happened to run into Sunset one day and thought, what the heck?

One thing Applejack had learned about Sunset since was that the red-haired girl liked to go out a lot. Applejack wasn’t exactly sure where she went off to, but she knew it wasn’t their dorm room, and that meant that Applejack got some alone time every evening.

On that particular day she was a little more stimulated than she might normally be. Maybe it was just normal hormone fluctuations, or perhaps an all-girls school had turned out to be more of a distraction than she had bargained for. Either way, she had some tension that she desperately needed to relieve. And she had the time and privacy in which to do just that.

She unbuttoned her shirt and let it slide off her shoulders. The plain white bra she had on underneath was a stark contrast to her tan skin. She breathed in deeply and ran one hand up to one of her C-cups, and gave it a little jiggle to test the waters. The simple, muted stimulation of her breast through the bra told her everything she needed to know. She was rarin’ to go.

She undid the top button on her skirt with the other hand and then slid that hand inside. Then she leaned back on her bed, tilting her head back against her pillows, and let out a long groan. The familiar sensation of her panties being moved aside by her own work-worn hand, followed by the gentle, rhythmic circles she drew around her moistening lips, sent chills up her spine, and sent her mind spinning into a realm of sexual fantasy.

She mostly thought of Rarity when she masturbated. In fact, she had a dozen or more favorite fantasies involving the fair beauty. They often involved Rarity coming to live on the farm for some reason, and ended with the two sharing a bed, exploring each other, first as friends, and then as lovers. Of course she also had more carnal imaginings: Rarity losing an especially naughty bet; Rarity selling lewd favors to pay for expensive clothes. That sort of thing.

But on that night, she couldn’t focus on her normal flame. Something else was occupying her mind. Her lust was fixated not on Rarity, but on Pinkie Pie instead.

With one hand still in her panties, Applejack reached into her skirt pocket with the other and withdrew the chapstick that Pinkie had given to her earlier that day. It wasn’t really Applejack’s style. It was hot pink and covered in unnecessary doodles. Normally Applejack wouldn’t be caught dead with something like it, but looking at it then, it excited her. She remembered Pinkie rubbing the chapstick on her lips and wondered what they felt like. What they tasted like…

Applejack slid one finger into her wet pussy, letting out a moan and closing her eyes. She brought the chapstick up to her mouth and bit the cap off, spitting it out over the side of the bed. Then she brought the stick close to her lips.

Pinkie’s lips had been on it just an hour or two before. And who knows how many times she had used it before then. How much saliva could accumulate on a tube of chapstick? If she used it now, would it be sort of like kissing Pinkie Pie? Her heart beat fast as she pressed the tube to her lips. She rubbed it around and her mind was flooded with fantasies of Pinkie; Pressing her up against the lockers in a cheerleader’s uniform; Convincing Pinkie to play strip-Twister one night with just the two of them; Pinkie’s naked body pressed to her own, seeing the bubbly girl laid bare, in a new, more intimate light.

Applejack licked her lips slowly, and slowly rubbed more chapstick on, repeating the process while she slid her middle finger in and out of her throbbing pussy. Her moans filled the room, along with a soft, wet, repetitive squishing noise as she played with herself.

She pulled her finger out for just a moment to quickly take both hands and tug her skirt down and off, casting it aside and then returning to her hot wet mound. A wet stain had formed on her panties immediately when she had pulled out, when the soft cotton absorbed some of the warm juice that was leaking out of her.

She bit her pillow to muffle her moans and renewed her session with a quickened pace. She let another finger slip inside with some effort and a groan. She wasn’t especially experienced in the art of self-pleasure yet. She had started more or less the previous Summer and she still often failed to summon an orgasm from her endeavors. But the pleasure was worth it, and that night was no exception.

She kept going, unable to stop, for what felt like hours but was really more like thirty minutes. She knew she would be sore the next day. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to look Pinkie Pie in the eyes for a while. But she didn’t care. Not then. She only cared about how good it felt to stretch her tight cunt around her fingers.

She groaned and felt a heat build inside her sex. It pulsed and grew with every thrust and pull of her fingers. Her sheets were getting wet. She was drooling. She didn’t care. She was going faster, faster, faster, until finally the growing, gnawing sensation burst and she was flooded with electric pleasure that made her entire body tingle and fill with warmth. She gently convulsed, fingers still inside her soaked hole, hips bucking, until it finally subsided and she lay there, panting, breathless, but satisfied. She pulled her glistening wet fingers out and nodded off to sleep, overcome with exhaustion.

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Sunset Shimmer had not expected the scene she came back to.

Applejack usually wore an overly large T-shirt and some athletic shorts to bed. Nothing sexy, unfortunately. But when Sunset had come back that night, Applejack was wearing her intimates to bed: a white bra and grey-pink striped cotton panties - a pretty cute Victoria’s Secret pair too. Sunset had almost instinctively turned away, afraid that she had caught her friend in a compromising position, but then realized that Applejack was sound asleep.

Sunset stared. She hoped this wasn’t a one-time-only fluke, that Applejack had indeed begun to sleep semi-nude and over the covers, but she couldn’t be sure. Applejack tended to be pretty conservative in her style of dress. Had she passed out before putting PJs on? Was she narcoleptic? Or exhausted from school-work already?

Sunset then noticed the dark wet spot on the crotch of Applejack’s panties.

"Oh, AJ, what have you been up to?” she whispered smugly, raising an eyebrow. Applejack did not strike her as the self-play type.

She tip-toed her way over to the beds, leaving the light on in order to get a better look. Applejack was on her back with one hand by her side and the other resting on her stomach. The hand by Applejack’s side was resting over a patch of the sheet that was severely bunched up, as if Applejack had clenched the sheets in her fist for some time. So Sunset figured her pleasure session had probably ended pretty well.

She leaned down and, sure enough, AJ’s panties were sopping wet with cum, and had even transferred a small puddle’s worth of moisture to the sheets below.

Applejack wasn’t really on Sunset’s radar, sexually speaking. She was more plain than, say, Rarity, but she did have some attractive features. Her tits, for one, were bigger than most of her other friends’. And she was pretty toned from farm work.

Sunset felt the blood rush to her head. Her heart beat a little faster. This was… a unique situation, after all. Her roommate was exposed and looked... pretty fucking hot, at least like that, covered in her own cum and half naked. Seeing AJ in her panties and bra, more girly than she let on normally. It was hard to ignore the sensations building within her own body. She might not ever get to see AJ in such a position again.

Sunset reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone. She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t stop herself. She told herself it was just for the thrill and that she would delete them later. She knew she was lying even as she snapped the pictures. She would save them, hide them in the hidden folder on her phone, put them on flash drives and in cloud storage. She would masturbate to them whenever she could.

She put her phone up after finishing and started towards the light switch to turn it off and head to bed herself, but something stopped her. Her heart was furiously pounding now. The way Applejack was still so soundly asleep, even after she had come in, walked around and took pictures.

Sunset took her leather jacket off. Then her top. Then unbuttoned her jeans and slid
them to the ground. Her bra was mint green and had a bow in the middle between the cups. Her panties matched. She crept over to AJ and put one hand very softly on AJ’s hips.

Nothing.

She moved the hand up and down, feeling the cotton of Applejack’s panties. They were so soft and feminie. So unlike Applejack herself.

Still nothing.

Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her face flush as she moved her hand lower. Slowly… slowly lower, and around to Applejack’s ass. It felt soft through the panties, and round. She gave it a little squeeze, staring at Applejack’s face. She couldn’t believe what was happening, what she was doing. That she was groping her friend’s ass while she slept. But she kept going. Her other hand found its way to Applejack’s tits. She didn’t dare try to remove the bra, but just feeling the warmth and suppleness of AJ’s well-formed tits through the fabric was enough.

Applejack stirred. Sunset withdrew her hand lightning fast and held her breath. But Applejack just repositioned and continued sleeping soundly.

Sunset sighed with relief and tugged a blanket up over Applejack’s sleeping form.

Then she stood back up, shaking and sweating with nerves and walked over to the light switch, flipping it off, and climbing up to her bed on the top bunk.

Within a few minutes, Sunset had made her own mess in her own panties and had fallen asleep just after, dreaming of Twilight and Applejack.

Author's Note

I know Sunset acts pretty scummy in this chapter, but don't worry, it's addressed in a later chapter. Drama!