Sartorial Authenticity

With Pinkie Pie escalating the party outside, it was easy for Rarity and Applejack to slip into Vinyl Scratch's parents' house. Rarity clung to Applejack, trying not to dwell too much on the feel of solid, farm-honed muscle against her chest, and beneath her fingers. She could just barely feel the subtle lines of Applejack's tight abdomen, obscured only slightly through the linen of her chiton. It would be so easy to grab a handful of fabric, to hike it up and run her hand over the smooth skin beneath--

“You alright, sugarcube?”

“Oh! Ah, sorry!” Rarity glanced around, finding herself in a marble-tiled bathroom. She soon concluded that Applejack must have led her there while she was ... distracted. “I was just thinking of how we're going to salvage this, that's all.” She said.

“Welp, first thing's first, we should probably get outta this.” Applejack said.

“Ah. Yes. Of course.” Rarity took a step back, reluctantly releasing her grip around Applejack's waist. And, sure enough, she'd gotten the back of Applejack's chiton absolutely soaked, so that it jealously clung to the rounded curve of Applejack's perfectly-formed posterior. Rarity blushed harder, then forced her eyes upward, to Applejack's even more-enticing shoulders; strong, but somehow softer, on account of the cute little freckles dotting her back. Rarity watched those toned muscles move as Applejack started to pull the chiton over her head--

“Wait!” Rarity blurted. And before she knew it, she was stepping close again. “This is ... delicate fabric, not just one of your old flannel shirts. It'll be easier to salvage if I ... remove it for you.” Rarity paused, fingers hovering over a knotted sash. “May I?” she asked, mouth going dry again.

“Please.” Applejack said.

Normally, Rarity prided herself on her professionalism. The human form was merely the foundation for her art, something to be decorated and accented. But as she undid knots and removed strategically placed pins, Rarity found her hands moving faster with every inch of tanned skin she exposed. And then, before she knew it, Applejack's chiton fluttered off of her shoulders and fell to the tiled floor.

She turned around.

Rarity gasped.

Stripped bare, Applejack was a beauty. A vision. A goddess. Just to look at any given part of Applejack was to view perfection: long legs, strong arms, and a set of tits that threatened to make Rarity drool. A faint blush tinted the farmer's cheeks, a girlish little contrast to the subtle power contained in the rest of her body. Still, Applejack smiled, then leaned back against the bathroom's marble counter top. “Y'know Rarity, if you wanted to see me naked, you could've just asked.”

“I--” Rarity wrenched her eyes away from Applejack's heavy chest and began to blather out an apology--

Which is when Applejack kissed her.

Rarity gasped at the feel of soft lips upon hers, and tasted the last traces o Apple cider on them. She shivered, then grabbed hold of Applejack's bared hips, melting against Applejack's front, now, as she leaned into the kiss. Finally, she leaned back, gasping for breath, heart hammering through her chest.

“I ... didn't expect the evening to go this way.” Rarity said.

“Neither did I. But we might as well make the best of it, huh?”

“I admire your optim-- oh!” Rarity choked out a squeak of surprise as Applejack peeled the fashionista's soaked dress from her body. The transparent fabric didn't hide anything, but the sensation of Applejack's strong, calloused hands undressing her was enough to make Rarity shiver. Something near a growl escaped Rarity's throat as she leaned forward, trapping Applejack against the counter as she hungrily kissed her again.

Rarity savored the texture of Applejack's body, thrilling at the juxtaposition of a tensed, muscled leg with the soft give of Applejack's heavy chest. Rarity wriggled a hand between her body and her lover's, cupping her fingers between Applejack's legs.

Rarity leaned back for a moment, watching the expression on Applejack's face as she eased a finger between slick, needy folds. Applejack's eyes went wide, jaw dropping slightly as she felt Rarity tease her pussy. Only encouraged by Applejack's lust-addled expression, Rarity curled her finger within her lover, eliciting another moan. With the same, exacting finesse that Rarity applied to her work, she worked her digits within Applejack's needy sex, seeking out those places that made Applejack shiver harder, mewl louder. As Rarity moved her finger faster, Applejack's breathing matched her pace in panting, ragged gasps. The tension built up to a crescendo, then broke into thorough, relieved release. Applejack shook, shuddered, pussy clenching down on Rarity's finger to reap every bit of pleasure she could.

The farmer clutched the edge of the bathroom countertop, shivering. Her legs twitched, sending a handful of plastic cosmetic bottles clattering to the floor. Finally, Rarity slipped her hand out from between Applejack's legs and leaned forward to kiss her, gently easing her into relaxed, post-orgasmic exhaustion.

Rarity rested her forehead against Applejack's, and smiled. “I ... hope I didn't get too carried away?”

“Keep that up, and you can carry me anywhere, darlin'.” Applejack nuzzled in closer for a gentle, lazy kiss. The mere brush of Rarity's lips against hers revitalized the farmer, as she soon planted her sandaled feet on the floor, standing up. Powerful hands took hold of Rarity's soft rump, and Applejack effortlessly hefted her off of her feet. She carried Rarity a short few steps across the bathroom, then set Rarity down on a corner seat inside the shower stall. A gentle push eased Rarity's thighs apart, and Applejack sank down to her knees in front of her.

“Oh.” Rarity's heart beat faster as she looked down at the top of Applejack's head. Which, she noted, was just as perfect and beautiful as the rest of her. “Oh fuck.”

“Hm?” Applejack glanced up, a blush tinting her own cheeks. “You okay?”

“Darling Applejack, I am exquisite.” Rarity ran her fingers through Applejack's golden hair. “Now please-- ravish me.”

“Dunno nothin' 'bout ravishin', but I'm gonna get ya off.”

“That's what I-- oh!” Rarity trailed off into a lusty squeal, overwhelmed by the sensation of lips upon her soft, yielding sex. She clenched her fingers in Applejack's hair, desperately hanging on as jolts of pleasure surged through her body with each pass of Applejack's tongue. Wet, lewd sounds echoed from the tile bathroom walls as Applejack ate Rarity out, lavishing her folds with long, thorough licks.

Rarity draped her legs over Applejack's strong shoulders and pulled her in closer. The tip of Applejack's tongue curled upward, moving to Rarity's swollen, needy clit. At that touch to her fleshy, sensitive nub, Rarity moaned. Applejack made a muffled, content-sounding sound in reply, then redoubled her efforts, flicking her tongue back and forth, each time sending a new wave of pleasure through Rarity's trembling form.

She came.

Repeatedly.

Whimpering in pleasure, Rarity bit her knuckles, forcing herself not to scream. Applejack kept going all the while, lips playing at Rarity's now oversensitive pussy, to the point where the merest brush of Applejack's tongue sent a fresh orgasm coursing through Rarity's pleasure-wracked body. Finally, desperately (but also somewhat reluctantly), Rarity pushed Applejack away from her soaking pussy and forced herself to relax her legs, allowing Applejack to stand once again. Rarity worked her mouth open and closed, then finally managed to speak.

“H-hold me, darling.”

Applejack did.

A short while later, the two stepped out of the shower. While it had served well for their heat-of-the-moment tryst, the hard tile and cramped conditions weren't exactly conducive to further canoodling. And so, Rarity and Applejack cleaned themselves up. They draped their soaked linen dresses over the top of the bathroom's shower curtain, then went to raid Vinyl Scratch's closet.

With mixed success.

“Honestly, there's nothing here but skinny jeans and band shirts.” Rarity huffed as she held yet another black T-shirt over her bare chest. “At least, I can only presume all this has to do with music. I mean, really. It's not even spelled correctly! And what is even a 'dead mouse,' anyway?”

“Reckon it's somethin' your cat brings ya.” Applejack said from where she stretched out on Vinyl Scratch's unkempt bed, not bothering to get dressed just yet.

“Oh, nevermind.” Rarity tossed the shirt back into the basket of ostensibly clean laundry she'd found it in.

“Shoot, you know I don't listen to that fancy beep-boop computer music. Just gimmie some plain ol' country, any day.”

“Music preferences aside, we still need to figure out what we're going to wear. Do you think we should just squeeze into something of Vinyl's? Or perhaps I should try constructing new costumes? Something a little less, ah, transparent.” Rarity opened up the closet and made a small, disapproving sound at the back of her throat.

Applejack stood, then looked out the bedroom window, towards the backyard party a story below.“Uh. Rarity? I ain't sure if that's necessary.”

“Oh?” Rarity looked over her shoulder. “Gotten used to looking at my derriere? I suppose I can't blame you.” She thrust her rump back and gave it a brief wiggle.

Applejack let her eyes travel appreciatively down the length of Rarity's shapely back. “That's ... part of it. But here, y'all might wanna look at this.” She waved the other young woman closer.

Rarity pressed up against Applejack's side (which was certainly a pleasant place to be), and her heart fluttered as she felt the warmth of Applejack's body. One hand slipped around Applejack's waist under its own accord as Rarity peered out the window as directed.

While Rarity and Applejack had been inside, the backyard party had grown even wilder. Pinkie Pie bounced from one end of the yard to the other, still unabashedly naked. What was surprising was the fact that the majority of the partiers had shed their own clothes as well-- even Vinyl Scratch was down to just her sunglasses, putting all of her slim, alabaster frame on display. Pinkie Pie's laughter carried across the night air, and she launched into a chant, one soon taken up by the rest of the group.

“Par-ty!” Clap clap. “Na-ked!” Clap clap. “Par-ty!” Clap clap. “Na-ked!” Clap clap.

Pinkie Pie led her nudist procession around the yard, leaving discarded underwear and swimsuits in her wake. Even Fluttershy got into the spirit, letting her chiton slither off her shoulders as if under its own power, revealing her slender yet curvaceous form. Fluttershy emerged from the scraps of linen like a butterfly from her cocoon, glorious and free of mere mortal garments. Pinkie and her followers cheered, and set about their chant once again.

“Par-ty!” Clap clap. “Na-ked!” Clap clap. “Par-ty!” Clap clap. “Na-ked!” Clap clap.

“This is all my fault.” Rarity shook her head. “Why did I have to pick Classical Greece? I should have gone with something more ... concealing. The Norse pantheon, perhaps? They wore pants, didn't they?”

“Don't beat yourself up, Rarity. Somethin' tells me Pinkie woulda found an excuse to take her pants off no matter what kinda costume you put on her.” Applejack ran her hand over Rarity's hip, briefly curling her fingers to gently tease the pale skin with her fingernails.

“Perhaps you're right.” Rarity laid her head on Applejack's shoulder. “And I suppose she's at least ... in character? I mean, it's fitting that Dionysus leads the young and beautiful on a wanton debauch. And I suppose that, as Aphrodite, I'm almost required to ... enjoy myself.” Rarity allowed herself a sly smile, and turned her head to lay a brief kiss on one of Applejack's freckles.

“What about me?” Applejack said.

“Mmm. Well. Demeter was a goddess of agriculture and the harvest, so I suppose you ... got plowed?” Rarity wiggled her eyebrows.

Applejack's lips formed a thin, disapproving line. “You're lucky you're pretty.”

“Sorry, sorry. I must be a little bit loopy from ... earlier.” Rarity wet her lips, and let out a shiver at the recent memory.

“Oh?” Applejack grinned. “That mean you wanna go again?”

“Tempting. Very tempting. But I'd better catch my breath, first. Get some ... refreshment.” Rarity slipped away from Applejack's side and headed for the door.

Applejack turned to follow. “Ain't you gonna put somethin' on, first?”

“I imagine by the time I find something suitable, Pinkie will have half the town au naturale.” Rarity said. “Like they say: when in Rome ... “

“Thought we were s'posed to be Greek?”

“Close enough.”