Elements of Horny

Rarity paced back and forth in her boutique, the sharp clacking of her heels echoing her growing frustration. She went back to her desk, looked over her designs, then gave an angry huff and walked away again. “No, no, NO!” she grumbled. “It just won’t do!” Her hands tugged on her hair and outfit, trying to calm herself down by smoothing them out, but by this point she was wearing a bird’s nest on her head, and her sweater and pants (today’s choice was “casual wear”) had more wrinkles in them than threads. “Uninspired, tacky, just outright embarrassing. What would everyone think?”

She paused in front of a mirror and gave herself a sad pout. “Have I lost my touch? Maybe it’s time to give up on fashion altogether? I could perhaps… open a jewel store. Sell off all my remaining gemstones?” She groaned and turned away. “Oh there you go again, Rarity. Being as original as ever. ‘Jewelry’. You’re an Element of Harmony, for goodness’ sake, why can’t you…” She trailed off, eyes widening, and one could almost see the glint of a spark behind them. Without another word, she rushed over to her desk, got a fresh sheet of paper, and started sketching away furiously. “Yes, yes, yes!” she said breathlessly. “Ohh, this is perfect! So simple, yet so sublime!”

Within minutes, the page had barely any empty space left, filled to the brim with concepts and lengthy descriptions. Organized Chaos, just the way she liked it! After one last quick skim of her notes and sketches, she gave a satisfied nod and went over to her mannequins, a hand on her chin. “Now… which one to start with?” she muttered. Glancing at her drawers nearby, she moved over to dig into them, then smiled as she retrieved a box of recently acquired pearls. “Perfect! When in doubt, just let the ‘ingredients’ decide~”

She hummed contentedly as she got to work, first threading the immaculate orbs together, then trying them on the mannequin to find the right balance. Already, the featureless body seemed to “brighten” from the presence of the accessory. And yet, there still seemed to be something missing. That last piece of pizzazz that would make her work of art turn into a masterpiece.

She hummed and circled the mannequin several times, thinking up and then discarding idea after idea, waiting for her muse to finally reach out again. What she got instead was a low grumble from her belly, making her stop and give a defeated chuckle. Perhaps it was time she had a break. Taking her purse and a chic shopping basket, she headed outside, making her way to the market at the center of town. Such was her distress that she didn’t even bother to groom herself before going out, and while her look was mildly disheveled at best, when it came to Rarity, one would spot it from a mile away. Thankfully, the worst she got were a few concerned looks, quickly mitigated by a friendly smile and wave from her.

Once at the market, she went straight to the foodstuffs, zooming between vendors to seek out something fresh and delectable. Within seconds, a familiar sight greeted her: a large cart surrounded by a galaxy of red, green, and yellow orbs, emitting a fragrant scent that made her mouth water. Courtesy of the Apple Family’s quality and care. Perhaps a few apples to calm myself down? she pondered. By the time she was done browsing, however, her basket was ready to burst with fresh apples, fritters, slices of pie, and other delicacies.

“Well I’ll be,” Applejack said with a whistle. She flicked up the brim of her hat and chuckled as she looked over her friend. Even in her comparatively plain clothes - a simple orange shirt, blue denim pants, and her rugged boots - she looked less unkempt compared to the overworked seamstress. “You look like you’ve seen better days, Rarity. What’s eating ya so hard that you’re trying to eat me out of my business?”

Rarity finally snapped out of her hungry daze, realizing that her basket had turned into a lead weight, and she returned her friend’s laughter, waving it off. “Oh, it’s nothing, darling. Just another day of inspiration. Oh, I’m so excited!” Though her work was not yet finished, she was still riding on the high of having finally made progress.

AJ smirked. “Enough to forget to grab lunch? It’s already 3PM, you know.”

The fashionista huffed and held her nose high. “Applejack! A lady is never late. It is the schedule that must adapt to her.” The two stared each other down for a few moments, until finally they broke into laughter. “No, of course, you’re right, darling.” Rarity gave a deep sigh. “I should honestly take better care of myself.”

“I’ll say,” Applejack said with a nod. She headed over and gave her friend a gentle pat on the head. “Don’t ever let work drag you around. Ain’t healthy and ya won’t be done any faster. Here.” She picked up a candy apple and handed it to Rarity. “On the house. Go visit the spa or something.”

Rarity stared at her gift, her reflection faintly visible on the red fruit’s smooth, glossy surface. She smiled and fished out a good portion of bits from her purse, almost twice the sum she owed to AJ, and placed it in a jar on the farmgirl’s cart. “Thank you very much, Applejack. This should do me a world of good.”

“Don’t mention it,” AJ replied. “It’s what friends are for. Heh, maybe I should set up shop at your place. Then I could keep an eye on ya at all times.”

The purple-haired beauty rolled her eyes and smiled. “So I can have more of your snide remarks? Please, darling, I’m happy to take a walk for that opportunity.”

The farmgirl shrugged and went back to her cart, picking up some crates to replenish the shelves pillaged by Rarity. “What else would a good housewife do? Make sure you’re fed, comfortable, and lookin’ your best when ya leave home.” She chuckled and shook her head, glancing at her friend. “It’s only— uh, Rarity?” She waved at the woman, who seemed transfixed as she stared back at AJ. “You alright over there?”

Rarity blinked, realizing her jaw had dropped, which she then tried to hide behind her hand and some exaggerated coughing. “What? Oh, no, I’m—I mean, yes! I’m perfectly fine!” Her arm snapped up so she could look at her bare wrist, eyes widening in shock. “Good heavens, would you look at the time! Thank you again, Applejack, see you tomorrow!” She waved and zoomed off, nearly knocking over several vendors along the way.

“Uhm... bye?” AJ lifted her hat and scratched at her head as she watched her friend depart. “That girl really needs a few days off,” she muttered.

For her part, Rarity only slowed down once she was out of the market, chewing on her lip and glancing around nervously, as though she expected suspicious looks from every corner. Calm down, Rarity, she told herself. It was just a silly, offhand remark. Those aren’t meant to be taken seriously. And they certainly are not… inspiration…

Try as she might, the mental image just would not stop haunting her. Each time she tried to dismiss it, she would just lure her train of thought onto the cursed track, her own talent in design and detail working against her. Applejack’s words kept echoing in her head, and she could almost hear the voice starting to shift, taking on a warmth and allure that made her shiver all over. As she approached the ornate door of Carousel Boutique, she could almost hear that voice calling out to her, the scent of the warm confections making her think of the warm meal waiting for her, made just for her. She could see fabric hugging a beautiful figure in her mind’s eye, and…

“No!” She slammed the door shut behind her as soon as she was inside. “Rarity, for heaven’s sake! You know this isn’t right! It cannot be right! It should not be right!”

But why was it so perfect?

She scolded herself under her breath as she headed over to her sketches, taking out a fresh page. Her hands trembled, yet every line and curve followed a perfect path, never once needing correction. The image was so clear in her mind, she could have done it with her eyes closed. Her cheeks burned as she stared at the finished work, the eyes staring back at her filled with love and lust. Rarity then looked up at the mannequin, the pearl necklace giving off a faint shimmer in the sunlight.

The finishing touch...

She picked up the sketch and walked over to the model, reaching out with her right hand to caress those smooth beads. She focused her attention on the sketch, and a warmth pooled in her palms as they gave a faint blue glow. She felt the streams of magic around her and took a deep breath, focusing the flow from the sketch into the necklace. A few minutes later, she let go, gasping for breath, a few beads of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes widened, pupils reflecting the faint pink glow coming from the pearls, which had even grown slightly. The glow lingered for a while, then slowly faded, and the necklace went back to its regular size, once again just an “inconspicuous accessory”.

Rarity drew shaky breaths, hand reaching out to touch the masterpiece, until she stopped herself. No, that would not do. She needed to be more delicate, as this was no longer a casual piece of jewelry. Like her finest outfits, it would need to be treated with utmost respect and care. A strange tingle went down her spine, and she licked her lips, curling them into an insidious smirk.

It was time she called on her model.

“Oh Applejaaack~!”

The farmgirl paused and turned around, a crate of leftovers in her hands, which her brother helpfully took from her and continued packing up their cart. AJ dusted off her hands and watched her friend saunter toward her, a bit puzzled by her sudden change in demeanor. Rarity was back to having her “glowing” presence - wearing a more elegant dress, immaculate makeup and hair, and a confident expression.

More than that, however, the way her eyes focused on Applejack sent a familiar chill down her back. She knew that look all too well. It was when Rarity got inspired, and more often than not, it resulted in a lot of heated debates about dresses and makeovers. Holding her breath, AJ adjusted her hat and braced herself as the fashionista got within hairbrushing distance.

“Howdy Rares,” she said. “You’re... looking pretty lively all of a sudden.”

“Oh, yes, very much so, darling~” Rarity said with a chuckle. She glanced at the half-laden cart. “I hope I’m not disturbing.”

AJ turned to look at Big Mac, who just shrugged and leaned down to pick up several large boxes at once. “Nah,” the farmgirl replied. “We’re just packing up. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I felt so rude for having just stormed off, especially after that generous and delectable meal you gave me. Mwah~” Rarity even threw in a dramatic chef’s kiss. “And I thought it was only right that I give you something in return~”

Here we go, AJ thought and crossed her arms. “Ain’t no trouble, Rarity. Really. ‘s what friends are for, right?” Please don’t be a dress, please don’t be a...

“Of course, of course, darling. But I wouldn’t be ‘Generosity’ if I did not give back, would I?” With that, the seamstress reached into her bag and produced a bundle of pearls, strung together to form a necklace. While AJ was not one for gaudy accessories, even she could not deny that when Rarity was in her element, she could create stunning works of art. The necklace, at a first glance, was not too sophisticated, being just a handful of beads on a piece of string. On closer inspection, however, those orbs seemed to shimmer in the faintest ray of sunlight, making it look like the whole chain had a dim “glow” to it.

“Oh?” Applejack leaned back, realizing she had been fixated on the necklace for longer than she intended. “Yeah, uhm… it looks pretty, I guess.”

Normally, such lackluster praise of Rarity’s work would earn AJ a long ramble about “not appreciating fashion”, but instead, she saw the woman give a smile that sent blood rushing to Applejack’s freckled cheeks.

“I’m glad you feel that way, darling~” she said. Even her voice sounded unusual. The last time AJ heard her use that tone was whenever some important person came along, and Rarity was trying to— “Here, why don’t you try it on?”

“Me? But… whuhah?” By the time AJ finished blinking, Rarity’s hands were around her head, and she had leaned close to put that seductive visage mere inches from the farmgirl’s own. Applejack felt those smooth beads settle onto her neck and shoulders, shifting a little as Rarity carefully adjusted them. The farmgirl felt a strange tingle on her skin, as if the “glow” came with a faint “buzzing” as well.

“There~” Rarity said, stepping back to inspect her work. “Oh, you look gorgeous, darling. I knew it was just the right fit for you. And I have you to thank for being my muse~”

“Uhm… thanks?” AJ looked down, one hand idly fiddling with the necklace. With how large the pearls were, it was surprising just how light it felt around her neck. Far more intense, however, was that lingering ticklish sensation, intensified by the slightest movement of the orbs on her skin. She had to will herself to stop toying with them, and her blush deepened as she looked up to see Rarity give a knowing smile.

“I’m glad you appreciate it, Applejack,” the seamstress said. “Have a safe trip home~”

“Yeah, uh… hey, is it okay if I…” By the time Applejack managed to scrape together the words in her head, she would see Rarity sauntering away, humming a little tune to herself. AJ huffed and shook her head, turning back to the cart. At least I made it out without any crazy makeovers, she thought. Unconsciously, her hand was toying with the necklace again.

Big Mac just finished loading up the last crate. “Eyup!” He turned back to AJ with a satisfied smile, only to pause, blinking as he looked her over. A tiny snort came from him, and his face tensed up, struggling to prevent his lips from pulling into a grin.

“Yeah, yeah... keep laughing,” Applejack grumbled. She crossed her arms, making a show of being nonchalant, though in fact she was forcing her hands to stop obsessively fiddling with the necklace. “They’re Rarity’s idea.”

“Eyup…” Big Mac held a fist before his mouth, trying to conceal the noises he made as a coughing fit.

AJ rolled her eyes. “Besides, I kinda like ‘em.” She looked down again, using a finger to lift the pearls into her view. A stray thought made her long for a mirror so she could have a better look. See if she was indeed as “gorgeous” as Rarity implied. Eventually, she was snapped out of her daze by a small knock on the cart’s side. Big Mac had apparently overcome his giggling fit, and he pointed at the cart with his thumb. “Oh... right.” Applejack gave an embarrassed chuckle. “Time to go?” Her brother nodded.

The duo did one last sweep of their spot to make sure nothing would be left behind, and Big Mac walked around to the front to pick up the shafts of the cart, lifting it with ease. AJ got beside him, and the two took off, departing from the market and heading toward the edge of town, Sweet Apple Acres lying just beyond.

Normally, they would chat during their journey - a mostly one-sided conversation where AJ talked about her friends’ antics, and Big Mac just sagely nodded, tossing in an “eyup” for particularly noteworthy details. This time, however, the only sound to accompany them was their own footsteps and the wheels of the cart creaking and crunching on gravel. Big Mac looked over to find Applejack zoned out again, staring at something in the distance, one hand tugging gently on her new necklace. He gave her a light bump, which seemed to snap her out of it, and she blurted out something about “being tired”. This went on and on, with AJ growing more and more nervous whenever Mac interrupted her daydreaming.

They approached the edge of town, which was normally the point where they would swap places, since AJ insisted on “sharing the burden”. Big Mac paused and turned toward his sister, only to find her no longer by his side. He looked around and found her standing several paces behind, staring back in the direction of Ponyville. “Applejack?” he said. “Is everything al—”

“Huh?” Hearing her brother expand his vocabulary gave AJ a small jolt. She wheeled around and quickly caught up, but no longer remembered to get her hand off the necklace. “Oh, sorry Big Mac, I… kinda lost track there, heh-heh.” She blushed, and the suspicious look Mac gave her finally pried an explanation out of her. “Listen, uh… I’ve actually got some leftover business in town. Are you okay to head back on your own?”

Big Mac gave a few thoughtful blinks, and eventually he just shrugged. “Eyup.”

“Thanks,” Applejack said with a relieved sigh. “You’re the best, big brother. Take care now!” She waved and headed back the way they came, wearing a joyful expression. Big Mac’s eyes narrowed as he stared after her. He could have sworn that her hips were… swaying? And was she humming? Sure, AJ had a thing for music, but this wasn’t one of her usual melodies. Not knowing what to make of it all, he picked up the cart again and headed off. Applejack knew the way home, so she was bound to find her way...

“Hmm-mm-hmm… mm-hmm-hmm-mm…”

The farmgirl’s slow, joyful tune echoed faintly off the houses around her, contrasted by the rapid beat of her footsteps. Applejack kept to an urgent pace, firmly putting one boot in front of the other - a far cry from her usual relaxed gait and posture. All around, the streets emptied steadily as the sun dipped over the horizon. Even the market was fully packed up, not a single vendor in sight. It was a rare sight for her, as she would usually be back in Sweet Apple Acres by this hour.

But not tonight. She had other things on her mind. Time and again, she would look up, smiling as her eyes landed on that familiar gold and pink peak above the other rooftops. It had hardly left her sight since she last spoke with her friend, growing into an obsession that seemed impossible to shake off. Poor Big Mac... I must have looked like I didn’t know whether to scratch my watch or wind my butt.

The crass saying gave her pause as she listened to it in her head, and a small giggle bubbled up inside her. If Rarity heard her say that… well, one would dread to think. Applejack just rolled her eyes and went back to humming her little tune. It was so strange, she was convinced she just made it up as she went along, yet it came out with such ease and “flow”, as if it were a distant memory. It put her in a euphoric daze, feeling like she wasn’t so much walking as gliding, straight toward her goal on the horizon.

Soon enough, the other buildings and obstacles moved aside, and AJ’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes landed on her prize. Carousel Boutique, Rarity’s luxurious home and fashion workshop all in one. The nagging urge inside the farmgirl, having steadily taken root and sprouted in her thoughts, now took the opportunity to bloom into a near-anxiety attack.

She kept thinking about their last conversation. How nonchalant she was, even if honest. Her friend had given her a gift, no doubt poured her heart and soul into it, like she always does, and Applejack welcomed it as no more than a cheap trinket. Her fingers toyed with one of the pearls around her neck, and she bit her lip. Sure, she was a more modest woman. Expensive jewelry was not really her thing, and Rarity was well aware of that. Not that it ever stopped her, as she would regularly wrap up her friends in all kinds of bizarre dress monstrosities, and she was used to the lack of enthusiasm. If anything, the fashionista herself might say AJ’s necklace is “not in anymore” the very next week, and then…

Applejack’s humming became a little more strained as she approached the boutique. No lights could be seen through any of the windows, and the sign on the door said “Closed” - as one would expect, in excessively posh cursive handwriting. What am I doing here? AJ wondered. She’s not even home. It’s not like I can just… She reached the door, at first lifting a fist to knock on the door, but her knuckles stopped just short of the polished wood, and she carefully reached for the knob instead.

The door slowly creaked open, allowing the farmgirl to poke her head inside. The main chamber was empty, save for a few of Rarity’s mannequins with some half-finished dresses on them. She slipped inside, heart pounding, and quickly slid the door shut, reaching for the light switch at the same time. Her hand found it with surprising ease, almost like muscle memory, if she didn’t know better.

With the lights on, she gave a deep sigh, smiling as she felt a great weight lift off her chest. All those nagging and panicked thoughts just seemed to evaporate in the warm glow of the chandelier. AJ decided to enjoy this brief respite, wandering back and forth in the room. There was a strange air of familiarity to everything, with one hand tempted to caress everything she came across, the other dancing her fingers on those smooth orbs. She could have sworn they felt a bit hot, but it was probably just her nerves playing tricks on her senses.

“Wait…” Applejack muttered “What am I…?” She blinked and looked around, giving a small gasp as she noticed one of the drawers in Rarity’s sewing cabinet protruding halfway out of its slot, exposing a mess of spools, loose string, pins, and other tools. It took her a moment to realize just how absurd her reaction was, getting worked up over the mere thought of her friend having left something unorganized, in spite of her characteristic attention to detail. For all she knew, this was exactly the way Rarity wanted it... right? Then why was she leaving her pincushions in there again? Oh, she must really be—“Huh?”

She blinked and shook her head. Pure nonsense. Probably some vague memory of the last time she saw this thing after being dragged here for another fashion show or something. AJ realized she had tiptoed over, lost in thought, and her fingers now rested on the drawer’s handle. Really shouldn’t be messing with it, you know how upset she gets about her stuff! She thought back to her friend, looking all disheveled and fatigued – an artist worn down by their craft. Never a helping hand around... not unless she lures them in first…

The drawer slid into place with barely a sound, and Applejack let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding. Better to leave it for now. This would have to do. Her other hand was over her chest, feeling her heart throttle itself back, while the tips of her fingers kept reaching out to touch those pearls. So warm, so smooth… She frowned, feeling a less pleasant texture against her other hand. Bringing it up, her eyes widened when she saw a gray smudge on her fingertips.

Dust? Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Now that is something the Rarity I know would never live with! That dull ache in her spirit returned, the images of their meeting this morning drifting back into her mind’s eye, that burden so clear in her friend’s voice. Without thinking, AJ started pacing back and forth across the room, looking for the right implement. Vaguely, she was aware of a slight stiffness in her gait, like her legs just would not respond the way she was used to. Probably fatigue, or stress. Nothing like what she must be going through!

Applejack ignored such distractions, putting one foot in front of the other however she needed to, as long as it would let her reach her goal. Her movements felt a bit awkward, adding a noticeable swing to her hips, constantly forcing them into her awareness. She could feel her modest rear swaying back and forth, the denim pulling taut over it repeatedly. Good thing nobody was around to see her. Just the thought made her bronzed cheeks tint with a flash of red. She could almost see those blue eyes watching from across the room, that satisfied smirk, and… Focus!

The farmgirl found her way into the neighboring kitchen, and after rifling through several drawers, she gave a triumphant chuckle and pulled out a fresh rag. Her first instinct was to just drench it under the tap and give the cabinet a good once-over, but she paused, realizing how crude that would be. She would trail a mess all over the floor, and the cabinet would get soaked. Hardly appropriate for a place as refined as this!

There was no need to rush things. Applejack had all the time in the world, and she had a friend she wanted to see happy. Her eyes landed on a nearby spray bottle, which she picked up on her way out of the kitchen. She sauntered across the main chamber, hips swaying from side to side, a dreamy smile on her face as she thought back to all the hours spent here, with Rarity prattling about “the perfect posture” while AJ begrudgingly modeled for her designs.

“Hmm-mm-hmm… mm-hmm-hmm-mm…”

She squirted a bit of foam onto the dusty surface, then gently wiped the rag over the same spot. It was slow and awkward at first, with Applejack being used to less delicate tasks. Every few seconds, she would pause, chewing on her lip nervously, her free hand tugging on the necklace. She felt like she was burning up all over, sweat beading on her brow, and the orbs felt surprisingly heavy between her fingers.

Come on, Applejack, get it together! She glanced at the freshly cleaned patch on the top of the cabinet, the polished wood shimmering beautifully in the overhead lights.This spot of brightness boosted her spirit, compelling her to help it spread. She felt a strange tingle in her hands, particularly near the tips of her fingers, as she eased into the “flow” of her task. It was no longer a chore, more like an art form of its own – crouching or bending over to make the rag dance across the panels, guiding it into every nook and cranny before slipping back out.

A few minutes later, Applejack stepped back with a satisfied smirk, lifting her hand to place a polished, orange tip against her lower lip as she inspected her work. The sewing cabinet was now spick-and-span, not a hint of dust in sight. Just the way she likes it… She licked her lips, tongue briefly brushing her protruding nail, as she felt that strange buzz now spreading on her mouth. Excitement getting to her again? No surprise there; she couldn’t wait to see how delighted Rarity would be when she got home and saw this! The farmgirl was ecstatic, longing to hear her friend’s praise, to see the relief on her face from having one less worry for today, giving her more time to take care of herself… not to mention others.

Come to think of it, where is she? AJ’s brow furrowed, and she gave a hum of concern. It’s getting late, I hope she’s not out gathering gems again…

Her heels clacked on the floor as she walked over to the window, pulling the curtains aside to take a peek. The silhouette of her gorgeous friend approaching home would only appear in her mind’s eye, with nothing but the lonely streetlights looking back at her from outside. There was a faint tightness in her chest, becoming more prominent with each deep breath. She sighed and pulled the curtain back, only to feel something wiggle against her wrist. Looking down, she stared in confusion at the loose golden bracelet decorating her slender arm, just beyond the sleeve of her favorite orange blouse. She smiled and spread her fingers to admire her nails. Rarity was right, this shade works so well with my—”Huh? Wh-What in tarnation?”

Applejack stumbled away from the window, now finally aware of the sharper sound of her high heels, feeling a brief sense of strain before her feet settled into their new natural pose. She looked down at the vibrant orange footwear, her knees pushed together from how the heels guided her posture. Her gaze trailed up along the immaculate, sun-kissed skin of her exposed ankles, and she watched the fabric of her jeans morph right before her eyes, steadily growing tighter and smoother over her calves and thighs. She could feel the blue denim gently but firmly embrace her limbs, and that strange tingly and tight sensation spread to them as well, making her knees quiver. On top of it all, as bizarre as it seemed, she realized she was intimately familiar with every aspect. You know how much she loves it when you wear these. It does such a good job bringing out your—

“Ngh! What is going on?” she mumbled. Licking her lips again, her tongue was greeted by more supple flesh, far more sensitive to touch. Even a heated breath set them off, much less the act of speaking. Instead of chasing her train of thought, much as it tried to blow all of its bells and whistles, she found herself fixated on this odd sensation, rubbing and smacking her lips together, then shuddering from the sensitive reactions. Her orange tips made cute little clicking noises as they danced along those heavy, hot orbs around her neck. Oh, this gift is the best ever. I should just wear it for—

Applejack gasped. The necklace! She stumbled over to a nearby mirror – thankfully Rarity had plenty of those in this room – now feeling her thighs rub together with every step, her hips having an unmistakable, sensual sway in them. She had to actively drown out the brewing fantasies in her head, making her picture waddling past her love, all tensed up for a playful hand to reach out and give a teasing smack or pinch. Instead, she tried to focus on the mirror, where a tall, tanned blonde beauty stared back at her with a bewildered expression. AJ leaned in, blinking in disbelief, her plump lips forming an adorable “o” of confusion, brought out further by orange gloss. Matching eye shadow came next, appearing more clearly each time she blinked, her heavy lashes fluttering and waving at her. She tried to shake her head, hoping to clear it – especially when ideas for good uses for her lips started bubbling up in her thoughts – but was instead greeted by large golden hoops swinging from her ears. She was blushing again, her freckles like cute little stars in a sea of red, and she stared at those slutty hoops settle into a gentle wiggle on either side of her head. So raunchy! She gets so worked up whenever she sees them, she just wants to take me then and there, and…

“A-Ahhh~” The blonde girl arched her back slightly, feeling a sudden surge of warmth and pleasure deep inside. The tightness she felt before now revealed itself to be pressure, steadily building up in her body, then focusing into particular spots. She moaned as she felt it pooling at her chest, in her rear, and along her thighs, dirty thoughts trailing right behind them. Her eyes lost focus, half-lidded and fluttering as she was awash with joyful and sensual thoughts. “O-Ohh my gosh, I… I…”

Briefly, she managed to gather her wits, just enough to glance at the jewelry around her neck. The pearls have swollen considerably, glowing bright pink, their radiance almost akin to a flame. A heartbeat later, they flashed, the light mirrored by AJ’s own eyes, and she let out a groan as more of the trinket’s influence seeped into her head. She saw her beautiful wife, so pure and generous, so caring and rewarding. “R-Rarity…” she mumbled. It was right on the tip of her tongue, a thought that sent an odd chill down her spine, though it was quickly countered by the warmth flooding her cheeks. “I… you… ohh goodness, I feel s-so…” AJ’s thoughts drifted again, and she felt a surge or pride, knowing she was there to care for her wife, like she had always dreamed about doing for her loved ones. Just that smile of her lover was worth every effort, and when she reached out, Applejack felt a tingle of anticipation. She would find something high or low, bending over or reaching up to have an excuse to present herself, making it so much better once she felt those fingers against her—

The blooming housewife tensed up, eyes nearly rolling back as a new, more powerful surge rocked her body. A moment ago, her mind innocently reached out, wanting to entertain these alluring thoughts and images being fed to her. Like a pair of delicate, yet firm hands, they took hold of her, dragging her into a pool of pink bliss, the color saturating her mind. The pressure in her body released all at once, and through the thick haze, she could see her faint silhouette squirm in place, her chest, hips, rear, and thighs slowly expanding. The fabric of her clothes creaked and popped as they stretched to accommodate. She heard herself moan as the slightest motion set off wonderful little jiggles and bounces in her new curves, which in turn set off intense pleasure, making them impossible to ignore.

Focus, however, was not among her faculties at this moment. That ethereal surge traveled downward at first, making her now immense thighs grind together, an intense heat pooling between them. The sensation then began the steady climb back up, drawing more ecstatic moans from her as it flowed across her marvelous, bouncing funbags, squeezed together by her low-cut blouse to show enough cleavage for one to disappear in. Her voice rose slightly in pitch as that wave tickled her throat, making her vocalizations sound that much more passionate and slutty. Finally, it reached her head, making her feel a strong tingling in her scalp, the volumeof her hair almost exploding behind her into a much thicker ponytail, with a few equally impressive bangs forming up front. Gone was the rough blob of brown that was her trusty hat, the worn fabric slowly morphing into a more subtle and practical orange hairband, helping her golden, heavy locks stay organized.

As the rush of self-inflicted stimulation and mysterious energies converged in her brain, Applejack couldn’t hold back any longer. She hugged herself around her chest and waist, just in time for her hands to sink into her freshly-formed “cushioning”, letting her fully appreciate their new mass. The reaction to that bit of pressure rocketed her even further beyond the peak. She gave a loud, passionate cry, easily rivaling her finest rodeo howl, her mind going blank for what seemed like minutes while her whole body quivered from the climax.

Even through all of this, she was somehow aware that this was no mere orgasm, but something more. Something better, greater, going beyond her wildest dreams. She felt that turbulent pink mass all around her, caressing the very core of her being, waiting for her to invite it in. AJ hesitated at first, held back by confusion and concern, until she heard a familiar voice call out to her. Emotions flared as the details finally clicked into place, every little facet pointing toward a clear goal. She saw those blue eyes again, that teasing and knowing smirk – no doubt she was thoroughly entertained by Applejack’s reactions to this new extreme of “surprise makeovers”. Part of her wanted to scold her friend, to lecture her about the meaning of “self-control”, but at the same time, she could hardly deny her own feelings. That gentle caress soothed her tension, helping her think back to the joy and love she experienced today. It couldn’t hurt, right? Just this once, for her?

All the hats in the world would not be enough to hide under once this came to pass. Slowly but surely, the farmgirl fought back her anxiety and gave way to the “pressure”. She trembled with anticipation, staring at a vague visualization of herself in her mind’s eye, the pink essence washing over it. She felt it encase her self-image at a tantalizing pace, taking shape around it to form something new. Her mind, too, felt like a pink veil descended upon it, thoughts turning into little pink streams and ribbons. She heard her own voice echo the words she said today, and the relief she saw on her friend’s face filled her with immense joy. She heard that tune she hummed as she watched herself do chores, so eager to please, so ready for her love.

It all coalesced into a whirlpool of pink, drawing her into a deeper, climactic bliss. At last she felt everything start to settle down, slowly rising out of the “pool”, like waking from a lovely daydream. The new self-perception came into focus, matched by the returning awareness of her body, teasing her with pleasant sensations. Her spirit sang with excitement, eager for the world that waited for her once she opened her eyes.

“Ohh~” Applejack blinked, her adorable pink eyes staring back at her in the mirror. “What was I talking about~?” she purred. Her voice sounded husky and carefree as she rolled the pink-coated gears in her head. Did she forget something again? A perfectly manicured hand came up to touch a little talon against her lip, giving her even more of a cute, ditzy look while she admired her reflection. It was right on the tip of her tongue, and she even stuck it out briefly for good measure...

She glanced at the pearls around her neck, which emitted a gentle pink glow to match her eyes. Somewhere deep down, a faint surge of emotion came up – a lovely mix of embarrassment and bliss as she thought of her wife’s gift and how it made her into such a beauty. AJ’s knees rubbed together, cheeks flushing, and she let out lustful hum. After all, everything looked so familiar and right to her: perfect hair, perfect makeup, boobs and bubble butt all on display. She turned slightly to the side, one hand cupping her tits, the other caressing her plush rear. Everything was right where it needed to be! Where she needed to be...

“Oh well~” She giggled and blew herself a kiss, her hands idly rubbing and bouncing the mounds on her chest. “Mmm, I can’t wait for Rarity to get home~”

“And fuck me silly,” she added under her breath. Just the thought of her wife coming back to her loving arms made it so hard to not just throw herself onto the couch and play with herself for the rest of the night. Good thing she didn’t have any—

“Oh my stars!” She gasped, clapping her hands together before her orange cunt-pillows. “I didn’t even start dinner yet!” The sense of urgency made the blonde bimbo move with a purpose, hastily trotting over to the kitchen, her breasts and butt bouncing with every step. She started humming again as she pulled out a baking tray and gathered ingredients, mouth watering in anticipation of the meal she had planned.

“Hmm-mm-hmm… mm-hmm-hmm-mm~”

And, of course, the meal she hoped her wife would bring…

“Good evening, my sweet little gem. How was your—bah, no. Ahem… Did you enjoy your gift, Applejack? I hope so, as I intend to—Gah! No! Hmm… well hellooo there, darling. Are you ready to be my number one model~?”

Rarity slapped her palm onto her face, then dragged it down with a frustrated sigh. Her rehearsal attempts sounded so corny that she could start her own farm with it. Oddly appropriate, given who she expected as her “guest” for tonight. Just the thought made her stifle a giddy squee and leap in place, making her look less like a “lady” and more like an overexcited teenager. Good thing nobody was around to see! No, Rarity was reserved for just one person tonight, and in return, they would be all hers.

That is, if the magic worked at all. She bit her lip, anxiety once again breaking through her euphoria. For all she knew, a very angry Applejack would be waiting for her at the boutique, demanding to know why the magic in the necklace was making her… wear skirts on her head, or something. Truth be told, the magic Rarity used was “experimental”, to put it very mildly. It was the kind of thing where a wise person would consult with Twilight Sparkle, but there was no way in Equestria that Rarity could make that happen.

“Not yet, that is…” Rarity muttered. “But soon~” The mental image brought an impish smirk to her face, until she caught herself and shook her head. No, absolutely not. Control yourself, Rarity! This would be a one-off, harmless, absolutely scandalous event, and even then she would most likely never hear the end of it. To think of dragging even more of her friends into it… her legs stumbled as a shiver ran through them, and she scolded herself again. Hopefully, she would arrive at her home, be confronted by a very bemused farmgirl, listen to a lecture about “misusing magic”, and this ridiculous urge – or “inspiration”, as she liked to call it – would finally come to an end. Until then, she was going to squeeze every bit of entertainment she could out of it.

With renewed confidence, she approached Carousel Boutique, barely able to contain herself as she saw that the lights were on, and a figure could be seen moving back and forth in the kitchen, though she couldn’t quite make out the finer details through the curtains. Once she opened the front door, her excited grin widened at the spotless room that greeted her, breathing new life into her chaotic workspace. Again and again, the temptations clashed with her better judgement, more “inspirations” teasing her about what other wonders might be possible, if only she could “convince” her friends. It would certainly cut back on the number of chores she would have to deal with, letting her focus more on dressmaking - to say nothing of all the other perks that would come with such companions.

A sweet scent tickled Rarity’s nose, and some noise from the kitchen finally snapped her out of her dirty dreams. Her belly grumbled as a myriad of aromas teased her senses, drawing her toward the kitchen like a lover’s teasing whispers. A clean house, and a sweet treat too? This night could hardly get any better. Then again, she was thinking of dessert, when she hadn’t even gotten to the “main course” yet. Licking her lips, Rarity gently pushed the door open, trembling with anticipation of what delicacy would await her.

Like the main chamber, the kitchen was practically glowing, with every surface perfectly cleaned, and every loose bit of kitchenware tucked away. The aroma of various recently used ingredients drifted in the air, painting pictures of delicious pastries. Her oven was running hot, warming up the room significantly, making the pleasant scents all the more intense, further enticing Rarity’s hunger. She had to hold back the urge to hum in approval of the meal-in-preparation, instead turning her eyes onto what was most important to her.

Across from the room, bent slightly over the kitchen counter, stood Rarity’s pièce de résistance. The blonde-haired, voluptuous beauty was truly a sight to behold, going well beyond Rarity’s wildest dreams. She had expected some changes, of course, hoping for a woman who would find herself “inspired” to “try some new things”, all with Rarity’s guidance. Now she quivered as she found herself staring at a manifestation of pure beauty, every last detail blowing Rarity’s primitive fantasies out of the water. The buxom woman’s clothes hugged her generous curves tightly, retaining their roots as a simple farmgirl’s outfit, but now enhanced with the elegance of a rustic housewife. Her hat, a precious thing though it was, had been replaced by a far more appropriate hairband – considering her new role – helping shape her immaculate golden locks into a lovely, voluminous crown of hair. Around her neck, the swollen pearls emitted a pink glow, hinting at the intense magic that was at work.

Applejack hummed to herself, her plump lips curled into a dreamy smile as she worked. Her motions were swift and precise, while still quite tender, attesting to her skill even in a foreign kitchen – though she seemed quite “at home” already. Her hands expertly kneaded and stretched fresh dough on a bed of flour, which she then stuffed into a pan or placed on a tray. Several pies and smaller pastries waited beside the oven, which itself was filled to the brim, the raw dough turning a perfect shade of golden brown in the heat while emitting a heavenly scent.

The farmgirl-turned-housewife moved back and forth across the kitchen, treating Rarity to the gorgeous sight of her sensual gait and bouncing curves. She checked on the oven, grabbed some fresh ingredients, and cleaned up after herself – seeming all too absorbed in her work to notice her friend standing at the door. She just kept humming and wearing that joyful smile, no doubt daydreaming about what a lovely welcome gift her pastries would be for her friend.

Without realizing it, the fashionista blushed and hugged herself, overwhelmed by the affection radiating from the woman before her. Was she truly deserving of such adoration? Were these emotions even genuine? This was, after all, her magic at play. The act itself was a betrayal of trust, even if it resulted in no more than harmless mischief. The necklace she gifted to Applejack now seemed so dirty, given that the magic was fueled by Rarity’s own lustful energies. The manner in which she had to cast her spell was quite an unladylike ritual, the mere thought of it making her want to hide herself in shame... if not for the spectacular results.

Bit by bit, things started to make sense. The seamstress could see in every gorgeous detail how the magic had tapped into the very “essence” of her friend, blooming into features – either physical or behavioral – based on Applejack’s inner workings, while also “inspired” by Rarity’s lewd fantasies. And while she provided the “direction”, it was Applejack herself who would “tread the path”, letting the magic shape her into this role based on her own emotions and passion. Rarity had not so much “given her a makeover” as simply unearthed a different “channel”, and now a raging river of the woman that was Applejack rushed into it. It was fascinating, beautiful, endearing… and excessively enticing.

A mischievous grin tugged on Rarity’s lips, as she could no longer contain her impulses. It would seem that Applejack longs for her dear wife to show her some love, she thought. Well, what kind of wife would refuse to oblige~? Taking a deep breath, she quickly composed herself while she waited for Applejack to be in the right spot. The blonde girl bent over as she peeked into the oven again, lifting those plush cushions of hers into the air. At this moment, Rarity waltzed forth, hands reaching out to claim the prize that was put on display.

Applejack tensed up, giving a delectable “Oh!” as she felt those hands cup her butt cheeks, fingers gently but firmly sinking into the supple flesh. Rarity cooed and started trailing caresses up and down her friend’s figure, while her hips pressed against that plush rear, pushing them up in a way that seemed like they could engulf her whole midsection. She could barely restrain a squeal as she felt a shiver run across her wife’s body, and instead settled for a low chuckle. Much as Rarity wanted to give into the ecstasy of her creative genius, now was the time to play her own “part”. She had to make this a night to remember!

“My oh my~” Rarity purred right into Applejack’s ear, setting off another precious shiver all over her body. “I smell something lovely. What are we having tonight~?” She made a show of sniffing at the air, coinciding with her nose tickling AJ’s cheek, treating her to an exotic fragrance that was, to her surprise, only partly composed of apple blossom. Rarity could not wait to find out how many more treats were lying in wait for her. She leaned further into the domesticated damsel, hands coming around to cup her breasts, gently kneading and squeezing while she trailed kisses along her wife’s neck.

“A-Ahh~” Applejack squirmed in place, cheeks turning bright red as her plump rear rubbed into her partner. “Ohh, you’re finally home, sugarcube~”

“Indeed I am,” Rarity said. “Did you miss me~?” One of her hands playfully pinched AJ’s nipple through her blouse, while the other slipped down along her belly, circling her navel a few times with her finger before trailing it further down, bringing it tantalizingly close to her crotch. Applejack moaned again, then let out an excited giggle, now leaning into Rarity’s caress, deliberately pushing her butt right into her friend’s hips. Sensing the ‘response’, the fashionista cooed again and nibbled on AJ’s ear. “I will take that as a yes~”

They cuddled for a while, until finally Rarity relented, if only so her girlfriend could turn around and open herself up for more intense intimacy. She pulled her hands away, earning a groan of disapproval from the busty blonde, and she took a step back, no longer pinning Applejack between herself and the oven. A split second later, the air escaped Rarity’s lungs as a pair of massive cushions collided with her own modest chest, and a tremendous mass pulled her into a near-crushing embrace. She barely had time to gasp before her voice was muffled by thick, wet lips that trapped her mouth, and her eyes went wide as she felt her tongue squirm against another, pulling them into a wild dance. She drank a sweet warmth, vibrating with the sound of a deep, lustful moan, to which she responded without thinking.

“Mmph?! Mmmm...” It took Rarity a few moments to catch herself, and she narrowly avoided breaking character, turning her yelp of surprise into a more playful hum. “Mmhmm~” Her arms wrapped around her lover, caressing her back and returning the embrace, and she pushed into the kiss more eagerly, using her tongue to try and “tame” her partner. It drew a more excited giggle from Applejack, and the two remained lip-locked for a while, exploring each other’s mouths and rubbing their bodies together. It was Rarity’s turn to shudder as she lost herself in those big orange cushions, teasing them with her teeth. They tasted so juicy and sweet, and she could only imagine how they would feel elsewhere.

For her part, Applejack sounded overjoyed at her wife being so delighted to be with her, to say nothing of her eager fidgeting. After what felt like hours, they finally broke the kiss, with Rarity having to fight back the burning in her lungs. It would hardly make for a “strong and steady” look if she were seen short of breath! Instead, she stared into those big pink irises, which mirrored the glow of the pearls around the farmgirl’s neck. A bit dreamy, perhaps, but certainly not vapid, merely overwhelmed by joy and adoration.

“Oh my…” Rarity smiled and wiggled her hips a little, making their lower halves rub together. She reached down and gave a playful tap on Applejack’s behind. “Shall we have a taste then, darling~?”

Applejack laughed and pecked her lover on the lips. “Get it while it’s hot, sugarcube~” She released Rarity from the pillowy embrace and returned to the oven, pulling out the trays and pans so she could fill it with the next batch. A wave of heat mixed with the scent of freshly baked pastries hit the seamstress, making her mouth water in response. She watched AJ move back and forth with the same ease as before, humming that tune of hers. If anything, she seemed more enthusiastic than before, while Rarity had trouble standing straight, still drifting in the afterglow of that lovey-dovey hug.

There was a gentle tug on her hand, and she looked down to see a plate resting on it, topped with a slice of steaming hot apple pie. AJ delicately plucked a corner of it with a fork and lifted it to Rarity’s lips, who could only blink in confusion, gaze alternating between the plate and her partner. The great anticipation in Applejack’s expression made Rarity act before her thoughts could even catch up, and she parted her lips, allowing the morsel to slip between them.

“Mmmm~” The pie was soft and sweet, just the right mix of moist and firm to make for a perfect treat. She could see AJ’s smile widen at her reactions, and the blonde beauty was quick to fork another piece, eagerly treating her beloved wife to the fruits of her labor. Soon enough, the whole slice was gone, only to be replaced by a different pastry, now offered right from Applejack’s hand. The fashionista couldn’t help but chuckle, and she played along, trailing a few teasing kisses along her lover’s arms before working her way up to her hands and fingers, finally taking a bite from the sweet dough. Not to be outdone, Applejack placed the next morsel between her lips and winked at Rarity, leaving the fashionista to stare in confusion for a moment, until the bimbo leaned in for another deep kiss. The woman gave a muffled moan, sweet flavors exploding in her mouth, with AJ’s tongue making sure Rarity savored every last crumb.

While normally Rarity kept her sweet tooth in check, the “presentation” and “encouragement” Applejack offered was impossible to resist, and the fashionista ended up consuming more pastries than she could count. That, and she could not dream of refusing each “sample” AJ offered, not with how sweet she was and the amount of work she put into everything. On the other hand, Rarity’s dominant act was struggling to keep up, while her companion only seemed to get more and more passionate. A tiny voice in the back of Rarity’s mind even started to express concern. Perhaps the magic was beyond her control?

“Ohh… goodness,” she blurted out, having finished some warm fritters while straddling AJ’s lap, eating right off the woman’s generous chest – with a plate in-between, of course! No way would she risk making that gorgeous outfit dirty, and her hands were all the reward AJ’s breasts needed. “Goodness, darling~” She looked down at her wife, who smiled back in anticipation. “Mmm… absolutely delicious. May we finish with a cup of tea?”

“Anything for you, sugarcube~” Applejack replied. They pecked each other on the lips and shared a giggle, after which Rarity climbed off AJ’s lap and let her head over to the kettle. Out of the housewife’s field of view, Rarity all but collapsed into the chair, struggling to not gasp for breath too loud. Again, that voice nagged at her, but she dismissed it. Of course she was in control! Sure, this was proving to be a challenge, but having come this far, she would not settle for anything less! She quickly readjusted her hair and outfit, making sure to look composed by the time Applejack returned with a steaming mug. Like everything else she had prepared that day, the hot drink was a delightful treat, giving Rarity one last hint of all the flavors she had experienced as she washed them down.

Rarity glanced over at her lover, who sat down next to her, watching her with a dreamy expression. The fashionista could not help but give a warm smile. “Thank you very much, Applejack.”

“My pleasure~” she replied. “Did you enjoy it?”

“It was a treat like no other,” Rarity said. She took one last hearty swig of her tea and set the mug down with a contented sigh. Looking over at her wife again, she flashed a playful grin, her hand slipping over to caress and squeeze Applejack’s thigh. “Though I can think of a few others I would like to sample~”

AJ cooed and leaned in to start smooching Rarity’s cheeks, who chuckled and retaliated by fondling the bimbo’s plush curves. The two wrestled like this as they made their way up to Rarity’s bedroom, barely able to contain themselves, with only the dressmaker’s insistence on “a proper environment” making sure they didn’t just stop and go at it on the floor or the stairs. They tumbled onto her bed, already moaning and breathing heavily, Rarity wrestling her way to the top – where she was expected to be, of course! She straddled her lover’s lap, hands on her shoulders, cheeks flushed from her growing lust. Applejack seemed equally fired up, her own hands caressing Rarity’s sides while she stared up with a loving smile.

Finally, this was it, and she must not disappoint! Rarity began by slowly undressing herself, removing her fine silk blouse and skirt to expose her slender figure, teasing the blonde bimbo with her raunchy bra and panties, which she took even longer to slip out of, stopping to stretch and show herself off along the way. While Rarity may have lacked the “mass” her friend had, AJ seemed no less eager for Rarity’s modest curves, especially with the show she was putting on. Rarity moaned in delight as AJ’s hands cupped her breasts, those long nails teasing her nipples. Not to be outdone, she set her claws on Applejack’s own chest, squeezing and kneading firmly while slowly peeling apart her top. She grabbed one of AJ’s playful hands, licking her fingers and taking them in between her lips, chuckling at the excited moans this drew from the blonde beauty. A slight shudder passed through the seamstress as one of those long nails tickled her tongue, and her thighs clenched as she briefly imagined what those fingers might feel like elsewhere.

Perhaps she would not have to wait long to find out. After a bit more playful teasing, Rarity finally pried open AJ’s top and bra, exposing her massive breasts to the warm air between them. She took a few moments to marvel at the immaculate mounds, mouth watering at those generous nipples, and for the briefest moment, she felt a burning on her cheeks as she wondered what such curves must feel like compared to her own – with AJ’s caress offering a constant reminder. Banishing the thought, Rarity dove in, squeezing those gorgeous tits from either side to push them up while she trailed kisses all over and around them. Like an eager “mountaineer”, she climbed her way up those slopes of sweet flesh, then wrapped her lips around the summit and teased them with her teeth. Warmth pooled between her legs as she felt tremors passing through the bimbo pinned beneath her, to say nothing of the delightful music AJ let out.

While Rarity feasted on Applejack’s breasts, she made sure not to leave any other part unattended, her hands slipping down to pull her wife’s jeans out of the way – not the simplest task ever, given how tight the fabric was around AJ’s plush rear and thighs. Before long, however, both women were fully naked, letting them experience the thrill and luxury of their bare skin rubbing together, sharing warmth and sending delightful tingles up and down their bodies. Rarity made sure to be as thorough as possible, both to explore every last delicacy Applejack had to offer, while also asserting herself on top.

Indeed, it looked like she was uncontested, Her fingers and tongue reduced AJ to a wriggling and moaning mess, calling out her wife’s name repeatedly. It was an invitation Rarity would not dream of refusing, and she took the reins eagerly, smothering Applejack with kisses while guiding both their hands below. Her slender figure all but buried itself in the farmgirl’s massive curves, and while she had to fight back the sour reminders of how lacking she was in comparison, it only urged her to be more eager and ruthless. She drank AJ’s ecstatic moans, nibbling on the bimbo’s plump lips, grinding their hips together and pushing their fingers as deep as they would go. And though the blonde babe was clearly aroused, Finally, the two were moaning in unison, calling to each other before their world erupted in heat, sound, and climactic pleasure.

Rarity gasped for breath, collapsing onto a soft pillow, her whole figure trembling from the ordeal. For a few moments, she could barely think, and merely listened to the blood rushing in her ears, while her limbs twitched and shuddered in the afterglow. Bit by bit, the lustful frenzy gave way to a more wholesome passion, and she could not help but smile at the thoughts floating up from the warm goo in her head. This little “fashion experiment” had exceeded all of her expectations. Nay, it rocketed her into an entire new world of wonders, one which she was excited to explore further. She may have been doubtful before, but now she could not hope to stop the flood of new ideas and desires.

Her wheezing was interrupted by the urge to yawn, and her eyelids fluttered, fatigue finally catching up to her. As eager she was to make plans, for now, she just needed to get some rest. Rarity shifted her head on the cushion, only to feel it move in response. A giggle bubbled up from her belly as she realized that her ‘pillow’ was, in fact, Applejack’s breast, which she so generously offered while Rarity got her wind back. Oh, how she adored her new wife, and what a beautiful ‘wedding night’ this had been. She could hardly wait to introduce her to all new delights once the two of them recovered, and--

“Mmm~” AJ shifted under Rarity and stretched her limbs -- movements which seemed effortless on her part, even with Rarity’s full weight on top of her. “Now that was a rodeo to remember~” The farmgirl giggled and pecked Rarity’s nose, while her hands trailed down the fashionista’s back and gave her rear a playful squeeze, drawing a little squeak out of her. AJ’s limbs showed no sign of fatigue or lack of enthusiasm, and the same could be said about her expression, staring back at Rarity with eager lust and love in her eyes. “You doin’ alright, sugarcube?” she purred, rubbing herself into her partner.

Rarity’s heart skipped a beat, eyes widening in horror. By Celestia, is she…? She finally caught herself and buried her face in Applejack’s breast -- a heavenly experience, but one she could not indulge in for long, merely wanting to hide her shock. It’s impossible! I just gave her a ride of a lifetime, and she is not even winded?! Just the thought of trying to repeat the ‘performance’ made her limbs groan from fatigue, while her mind struggled to conjure up ways to keep up her dominant facade. Fresh warmth pooled between her legs -- a reminder that part of her certainly wasn’t complaining. Oh goodness, what in the world am I going to--

A hand came up to gently rub Rarity’s head. She blinked and lifted herself, extracting her face from the lovely ‘cushion’, allowing the hand to trail down and caress her cheek. She found herself blushing deeply as she stared into Applejack’s loving eyes. “Aww, are ya all tuckered out, Rares?” the busty farmgirl asked. “Need a moment or two?”

“Whah?” The words spilled out from Rarity’s mouth, and she all but gave up on the dominant attitude, instead giving an awkward chuckle. “Oh, no darling, I think I just--”

Her eyes crossed as a finger pressed against her lips. “It’s alright, hon, I understand,” Applejack replied. Her words were dripping with warmth and sweetness, just like the pies she served earlier that evening. “Ya work hard all day long. I’m sure you need your rest.” Her orange lips pulled into a more mischievous smirk. “What say I help out a lil’?”

“Help?” Rarity gulped, and she tried to form words, but her eager wife was already on the move. “Wait, I don’t--whahh!” Her whole world lurched as AJ shifted on the bed, lifting both their weights with barely any effort, which meant she could easily turn both of them over, leaving Rarity on her back, buried in the soft mattress and pillows. The farmgirl swiftly pacified her with a deep kiss, drawing a low moan from the seamstress, after which she started trailing down kisses along her neck and chest. Each peck from those plump lips set off a shudder through Rarity’s whole body, and she could barely hold back her voice, a few squeaks managing to escape between gasps for breath.

“Ohh… oh my… Applejack? Applejack, wait, I… I think I--o-oohh~”

“Shhh~” With her lips now teasing Rarity’s bare belly, AJ compensated by bringing up her hands, her long, smooth nails tickling Rarity’s sensitive skin. “Just relax, sugarcube~” She trailed them up along the slender woman’s sides, eventually reaching her breasts, teasing her nipples and kneading the modest mounds.

“Ohh gosh, I--hahh!” Rarity bit her lip, already squirming from the caress of a mere warm breath from her partner. Inside, she was furious, demanding that she control herself at once. How was she supposed to assert herself in this relationship if she were squealing like a horny college girl? Said voice was being drowned out, however, and a more impish side of her wanted to see just how far this could go, even if it meant surrendering to the experience. She did not have to wait long, as Applejack kissed her way down Rarity’s belly and finally arrived at the most sensitive spot. The fashionista’s strained moans all but turned into squeals as AJ began to ‘feast’, her luscious lips wrapped around Rarity’s entrance, tongue slowly pushing into her folds.

The horny housewife displayed spectacular talent. She made sure to be slow and gentle, never pushing too hard, instead giving Rarity a calm and delightful ascent, though one she had no hope to control. It was like trying to fight a rising tide, coordination and strength slowly dissolving from her limbs, until she could just twist left and right helplessly, her voice rising toward a peak. Her face was bright red from hearing her own moans, but she could not even scold herself anymore.

Between moans and gasps for air, the one word she could get out was the name of her lover. Begging her? Encouraging her? Perhaps both? Soon enough, it didn’t matter anymore, as AJ’s lips pressed on the sweetest spot of all, lighting the fuse that led up to her wife’s brain. Adding insult to ecstasy, she lost control of her voice and inhibitions, allowing a less-than-ladylike cry to slip out.

“Wa-ha-HAAH!” Rarity arched her back, moaning between labored breaths as she rode out the climax. Her thighs clenched around her partner’s head like a vice, though it only drew a muffled giggle from her in response. Applejack made sure to help her friend get every ounce of pleasure, her tongue gently caressing and pushing between Rarity’s folds. The fashionista’s cheeks burned from hearing AJ moan hungrily, marveling at the exquisite flavor of the ‘nightcap’ Rarity offered.

Eventually, Rarity came down from the peak, and she all but went limp, wheezing from the intense experience and struggling to keep her eyes open. AJ lifted her head from among Rarity’s trembling thighs, and she licked her plump lips, curling them into a loving smile. “Mmm, isn’t that better?” she purred. Before Rarity could reply, the farmgirl started crawling up along her lover’s body, her curves squeezing into the other woman’s slender figure, sending delightful shivers through it. Applejack chuckled and snuggled up to Rarity, kissing her cheek while wrapping her arms around the exhausted woman.

“O-Ohhh, my goodness…” Rarity weakly turned her head, staring into AJ’s eyes. “Applejack… y-you…” She tried to form words, but was instead overcome with warmth as she sank into those pink pools of love.

“Shhh~” The blonde bimbo leaned in for one last, deep kiss, drinking in the muffled moan Rarity gave in response. Her hands caressed the seamstress’ sides, helping her relax and surrender to her fatigue, safely in the embrace of a loved one. By the time their lips parted, Rarity’s eyes had slipped shut, breathlessly mumbling her wife’s name. “Sweet dreams, sugarcube~” Applejack replied.

“Mmm…” Sweet indeed those dreams promised to be. Rarity could almost taste them now, feeling her weightless body drift down into a warm pool. In the distance, she could hear the contented sighs of her lover, sending one last ecstatic shiver throughout her being. Her insidious muse, having whispered depravities into her ear since this ‘fashion experiment’ began, now danced triumphantly in her head, while Rarity was left with her ‘creation’ looming over her.

What have I gotten myself into?