Is It MY Fault Your Mom Is Hot?

Chapters

1. One Little Slip
2. Of Course You Want Me! (Rainbow x Posey)
3. Revenge Attempts Never Go Well (Applejack x Windy Whistles)

1. One Little Slip

She always brought cider, just as she had from the very beginning. Life was meant to be well-lived, and if that didn’t include a capital bottle of aged apple cider from the cellars, keenly fermented and ready to be properly consumed, then she wanted no part of life. Sure, there might be a great deal of it that would be kept for her own consumption, but there would always be other takers about her; it was just a matter of who and how much. And considering what had transpired in recent weeks, there might just be a little more kept in glass for herself alone.

Applejack traipsed through the quiet village under the cover of serene shadow, the last tinges of sunlight still available upon the upper corners of nearby houses as she walked along. They always started Fridays a bit early just to be safe, allowing plenty of time for all to return home safely and not be seen in an act of indiscretion. They were friends, not sluts, after all; Twilight loved them dearly enough to see their honor kept intact. But tonight was also meant to be enjoyed, and that meant everyone brought something worth drinking. As always, the young farmgirl saw her hand filled with a quality bottle of alcoholic cider straight from the farm, albeit this cask more special than her usual offering. Twilight would likely have aged cognac that had been gifted to her from Princess Celestia, and also capable of knocking out a healthy ox with just one wiff- the powers of being a princess, it would seem. Rarity would have wine, Pinkie some manner of vodka-

Actually, come to think of it, how on earth did Pinkie manage vodka? The girl would get drunk after a few sips, yet always seemed eager to down a few bottles’ worth. Heaven knew how one so lightweight yet not lightweight would also be the one most deliriously drunk with the least amount of effort. And she would have some of Fluttershy’s sweet honeyed mead, a pinch of Rainbow’s disgusting tequila… so perhaps the mystery was not so mysterious as she’d once thought. Pinkie also seemed to enjoy getting sloshed more than anyone else in their number, so perhaps that was the reason why.

Applejack gave a sigh and forced herself to grin. They were her friends, dearly beloved and ever-willing to care for her wellbeing. If only anyone should be so lucky; and it was only one night any of them ever dared to act the fool: a night when they were all safely together and kept in one place so as to be at peace.

It was not uncommon for souls to still be moving about in the evening hours, but the sound of footsteps nearby was something of a unique thing. To her right did Applejack turn and find the colors of sky and earth there in the young woman’s hair, Rainbow Dash trotting along down the lane towards their united destination- and at the moment their eyes found one another, recognition set in and saw to the birth of bitterness.

“Hello, Applejack,” Rainbow called, and though she wore a smile the sight of it was as hostile as the fire in her eyes. It had been well over a month already and still no sign of forgiveness yet, even if it had been the most sensible decision; as if this warrior woman would not accept any other answer beyond the one she preferred! “What’cha got this time?”

“Cider,” Applejack answered, no more novel than any answer she’d given for the past several years since their weekly meetups had come to life. “An old bottle. Should be good.”

“Awesome. You gonna share?”

“Probably.” Just not with you, however, were the words that did not come to life upon her tongue no matter how true. Applejack had nothing to apologize for, nothing to feel sorry about, nor would she even consider an alternative. If Rainbow wished to be immature then she would remain that way without provocation from another. “Dunno how good it’s gonna be, though.”

“It’s cider, right? It should be perfect! Like, the most awesome thing in the world- like drinking an apple dry!” This sudden change from coldness to something almost gregarious was rather a shock; was Rainbow trying a new tactic, meant to dig in and let teeth tear at flesh. If it weren’t too obvious, it might have worked.

But Applejack knew better. “Guess I’ll find out,” she said flatly, offering about as much emotional reaction as a stone. “More tequila?”

“Eh, went with whiskey this time,” the lovely prism answered, hefting the bottle in hand and allowing its dark liquid to shine in the dying light of the evening. “Felt like shaking it up. Kinda gets old having the same old thing over and over, you know what I mean?”

It could have been a dig at her person, and it likely was, but Applejack was better than to bother reacting. The night was long and there would be plenty more barbs to be flung before the night was over; how poor it would be of her to throw so many so quickly. “Guess s- hey, Pinkie!”

Bouncing on down the lane from Sugarcube Corner and every bit of her usually jovial self, the bright and vivacious spirit of Pinkie Pie intruded upon a measure of hostilities and saw them dispelled by the fiery happiness of her consistent demeanor; she was the life of the party and then some, the everlong joy that came with sweet moments in life. Who was she to be bothered by another’s sorrow, when there were seeds of happiness to sow instead? When the frizzy-haired girl came in between the two friends, her presence dispelled the aura of discontent and saw that it would wither away. There was no room of unhappiness when Pinkie was present.

“Hi, Applejack! Hi, Rainbow!” Pinkie cried, ensuring to give both women a fierce squeeze and make her affections known. Ever the physically tender, she allowed no moment to go by without seeing her cherished loves valued. “Ooh, what have you got tonight? Is it tasty this time? That looks like a really old bottle of cider, Applejack- and your bottle looks really pricey, Rainbow! I bet they taste great!”

“I hope so,” Applejack admitted; this particular cask had aged longer than most, its contents a bit more mysterious than what she usually anticipated. “I’ll let you know before I pour you any, OK?”

“Or you can be bold like me, Pinks,” Rainbow said, giving her pricey whiskey a good shake so as to grab attention. “Come on, let’s crack this open right now- get a good taste before we let anyone else have some!”

“Nah. Everyone should have a chance!” Pinkie exclaimed, and the sight of Twilight’s miniaturized palace before her only cemented those thoughts. Upon her face did the bright grin grow, wild happiness at this simple union with friends that continuously brought so much joy. “Ooh, this is going to be so much fun! Come on, you guys! Let’s get inside, I even brought cookies this time!”

Nights together had become a rarer thing. How horrid was it that friends –longtime friends, no less- who had endured horrors and tragedy and violence beyond measure would suddenly find their worlds so engrossing that a moment in friendly company would become a difficult thing to achieve! For ones who had faced against titans and gods, those who called Twilight their close companion now found the wearisome ways of time trickling through and seeing their own personal worlds beginning to possess more and more of their attentions. The times they spent separate were growing longer.

Twilight had seen it coming; like a prophetess with eyes set towards the future, she had seen the days coming when their individual worlds would begin to fracture and sever, like skin breaking apart and letting blood spill through. So she had seen to it that every Friday, like clockwork and without fail, their duties and private lives would be abandoned in favor of one another so that old friendships would not die of age. Even if only a moment spent together would pass them by, then it would be a moment well spent. So an evening would always be set aside to assure that they had joys to share amongst friends and silver-forged within a new memory, forever held happily in the minds of those they cherished.

The palace had been the ready-built excuse for such a thing, and Twilight’s study proved to be the place to which they would shelter themselves away from the prying eyes of a world that understood them not. Here would they laugh and joke and cry and live in each other’s company, façade and barrier and any of their similar kind laid to rest with the hope of a better day tomorrow. Alcohol would loosen tongue, relieve the pressure and allow stories to flow. Within this secretive, reclusive place, they would have shelter from the outside world and enjoy their friendship in peace.

Or, considering how their world consistently involved plots of domination, violence, and monsters… it often meant just getting hammered.

There were plenty of barroom foods to go around, even if one of their number found the fare a bit vulgar for her liking. Pretzels on the table, a pot of steaming chili keeping warm over on the miniature stovetop that sat in the corner, a heavy vat of ice if anyone needed it, and an entire shelf of supplements that would make alcohol taste all the better. Twilight had come to know her friends’ preferences, but allowing them to potentially experiment when they wanted to slow their inebriation wasn’t a bad idea. She’d found herself enjoying a pleasant cocktail mix more often than she’d used to, deeming it wise that at least one of them remained somewhat sober, lest they themselves cause a ruckus amongst the village. Considering that an overlarge flock of bees had decided to roam from their nest in Everfree and take up residence across half the town, any more damage wouldn’t be helpful- that, and Fluttershy was often the mildest of their number, less prone to full-blown drunkenness. A fellow keeping in similar vein helped to alleviate any sense of peer pressure.

Rainbow downed her glass as though the contents were all that kept her alive, what droplets that could be found within slowly trickling down across the contours of crystal until they fell upon her tongue and were met by a sigh. “Oh god,” the wearied athlete muttered, “whiskey kicks ass when you’re tired. Tequila just makes you mad, or like- really energized. But this? This hits the spot.”

I wish you hadn’t been so mean to that queen bee at first.” Lovely as ever, Fluttershy’s gentle reproach fit her nature and her desires for continued peace with all of nature’s beasts. “If you’d just asked me, I could have tried to talk to her and get them to build their nest elsewhere.”

“Ah-ah! I am not talking about work when I can drink,” Rainbow snapped, sudden energy in her exhaustion as she fought against the memories of the afternoon. “Less talking, more alcohol. You know the drill.”

“But nobody had to get hurt,” Fluttershy continued. “She was just a bee trying to build a new nest for her babies.”

“And she chose a place that had her guards stinging everyone in sight,” Twilight interjected, adding her voice to the mix as what could easily be the final word. “I’m sorry, Fluttershy, but we didn’t really have a chance.”

“Yeah, and we’re supposed to have some fun! Not be miserable, so no more about work!”

The splendid royal gave her multi-colored friend a sideways glance; Rainbow had become rather rough as of late, words holding a barbed edge to them that hadn’t been present before. But despite her wishes otherwise… “And yeah, we agreed to not talk about work. So maybe another time, Fluttershy… sorry.”

Though not beaten down, the lovely woman acquiesced so as to not cause further trouble, her eyes on her childhood friend and frown not disappearing just yet. She knew full well why Rainbow was in a poor mood, even if she wouldn’t say why.

“Say, Fluttershy…” Applejack rose from her somewhat stupor in front of the couch and turned to her nature-inclined companion, a gleam of thought glowing in her emerald eyes. “Would you be able to help me start up a hive on the farm? You know, help keep pollination going, or get honey for mead? I’ve been thinking maybe some honey cider or honey with apples might be something worth investing a little money in.”

“I could do that. They require a lot of care, though, Applejack, wouldn’t that be difficult?”

“I think we’ve got enough time to spare. Or we can hire a few hands to help around the place if we need it. Besides, it’ll be healthy for the farm, right? Bees help keep an ecosystem healthy.”

“Well, yes, they do. But they’re very fragile if you don’t care for them properly. For example-”

There had been something foul in the air from the beginning of their weekend reunion, a static charge made to burst ever since foot had crossed the threshold of door. Inebriated and already in a foul mood, Rainbow Dash was found to be a stickler for rules and eager to see the world of effort and exertion left at the doorstep and not to be seen when mugs were made full- and just as swiftly emptied. “Oh for shit’s sake, will you two knock it off? We’re supposed to relax, not go on about a bunch of bullshit work and crap! Shut up already!”

The hot-blooded remark was not taken kindly or well-received by its recipients. Fluttershy retreated back into her usual shell leaving it a mystery whether it was horror or shame that abashed her into silence, while a foul fury rose on Applejack’s face as though it were a long-dormant thing needing only the slightest cue to come to life. Yet not alone were they in their ill greeting, for the sounds of displeasure came to life all around the prismatic woman until she found herself upon an island of discontent.

“Darling, really, just because we come here to loosen up does not mean we must be crude,” Rarity chided, and in her eyes was the tinge of knowledge found to be unwelcome. “Besides, you are speaking to Fluttershy, you have no reason to be anything but kind.”

“Oh, piss off, Miss Prissy,” Rainbow grumbled, taking another swig of liquor- only to find that her cup was absent from her hands, now levitating a few feet beyond her grasp in the midst of a colored aura that belonged to only one person on earth. From across the room came Twilight’s scowl, her strength as leader coming to life and seeing this downward spiral halt sooner rather than later.

“I though you said whiskey makes you relaxed and not angry,” she remarked, tone forcibly even so as to belay escalation. “You don’t seem very relaxed to me, Rainbow.”

“Hey, I’m not the one trying to be all business all day long like Blondie here,” Rainbow protested. “Why are you not getting on her for breaking the rules? We’re supposed to be coming here to relax and you know it!”

“And you’re not relaxed. You are angry and unhappy- in fact, you’ve been both of those things for way too long now,” Twilight assessed, the correct response causing the athletic woman to turn her head away from a scrutinizing gaze. “Just what has been up with you lately, Rainbow? I know you’re aggressive and everything, but this isn’t like you. Is… are you OK? Is something wrong?”

The scowl remained, but eyes darted elsewhere as though seeking out a target for her displeasure. Never one for spoken word, Rainbow was found to be more content with silence on the matter than any sort of explanation. Yet strange was it that her willful silence was felt to not be solitary, a palpability in the air as though more than one kept their tongue from flowing free and turning the fiery night into something awkward.

“Are… are we OK, everyone?” Twilight asked. Knowing she would get nothing else from her friend, she instead summoned the rest of her company and saw to their care, worried that there might be a fracture in their midst. “Is there something I don’t know about? Anything I can help with?” Considering how tense their evening had been, she hoped that there would be an actual answer to her query even if it meant one of her friends had concealed difficulty outside of her knowledge. Better to be shown a wound before it caused one to succumb than to go visit at the foot of a grave.

Yet Twilight’s caring plea was met with silence for a time, Rainbow’s displeasure –and whomever shared it, who it was she could not see- falling away into a strained silence. Fluttershy shook her head and seemed to be recovered from her wounding, Rarity remaining prim and proper despite her former heat.

“Nope! Thanks for asking, though Twilight! Everything is great as always!” Pinkie replied, ever the cheerful and unabated by the tension of those around her. Though drunk she was, her inebriation only inspired her to more cheerfulness and further vigor, eager to be the antithesis to whatever negative chaos their friendships might form.

“Yeah… Umm, sorry.” Rainbow’s words were mildly slurred, but she was reacting quickly despite her current intoxication, gazing around the room and seeming to be truly morose. “Sorry. Ifuckedup- I mean, fuck, I mean- yeah. Sorry. Sorry.”

Exasperation and laughter intertwined as friends combined to provide a response. “You are forgiven, dear Rainbow,” Rarity replied. “But perhaps you should try to drink less. I believe it does you no favors.”

“Yeah. Yeah, maybe,” she said, and promptly downed the contents of her mug without a moment’s hesitation. The room returned to silence once beyond her words, the heat of the drunk clamor seemingly battering their group into silence. Perhaps feeling guilty at having seen to such strain, the athletic woman looked about and cried, “Well… has someone got something to say? You know… conversation ssstarter?”

But she was met with silence. Perhaps it had been a long night, a long day, a long week, for the evening hour had seen fit to badger them into a dismal, quiet mood; try as she might to resurrect the sense of good cheer that had been present from the beginning of their time together, what comfort could be found was clearly spent and not intent upon returning.

“OK, yeah, so- cool, yeah,” Rainbow said. She reached for her mug and found it empty, not recalling that she had drained its contents only a moment before. When recollection came to life, she instead flung a wobbly arm out for the bottle and failed to connect, only achieving the sight of her whiskey falling down against the rug below the coffee table and not shattering, well out of reach for one so wondrously smashed. “Hell.”

Perhaps this was their key to go elsewhere. That their unified lives might need some measure of time and peace to heal before reuniting again, for tonight had been closer to an unmitigated disaster than it had been anything comforting. They were meant to be friends and spend an evening in camaraderie, yet what had transpired instead was clearly misery. Twilight, most sober of their number, actually began to push herself up from her resting position so that she might –politely- tell her guests to return home when she saw Rainbow give a sigh that came from somewhere deep within her belly.

“Twi?”

“Yes, Rainbow?” She couldn’t help but be curious as to what sort of thing was about to be said now…

“Have I ever told you that I think your mom’s a smokeshow? Like, totally smokin’.”

Of all the possible topics of conversation that could be suggested, the thought that one would remark upon her biological mother’s attractiveness, especially in such a manner, hadn’t even been the tiniest blip on her mental radar. Buzzed though she was, the regal hostess saw her frame rise from its resting place atop her usual chair and stiffen as she stared at her friend in complete disbelief. Rainbow held a grin on her face, bleary eyes all the more dim as they recalled pleasant memory and brought lustful thoughts to life within her mind. She seemed to not notice that the whole room’s attentions were upon her in full, five pairs of eyes held wide and boring into her so fiercely that they may well drill a hole right into her heart.

Or at least for a good few moments, for Rainbow’s addled senses at last registered that she was held as a focal point for many attentions and she caught the gawking face of Twilight. “What?”

“Did you just actually say that about my mother?” Twilight’s inquiry came with a trace of a giggle, she not at all sure of how to properly respond. It had been strange, yes, but completely uncouth; was this just drunken rambling or something far weirder?

“Say what? Oh, yeah- yeah, definitely! Your mom’s a total hottie,” Rainbow assured her, seemingly believing that Twilight Velvet’s child might have doubts as to what regards in which she was held by current company; she held a grin and faced the royal, though her gaze seemed to fall elsewhere. “Like damn, she’s got it going on! I bet I could eat that pussy until she screamed, you know what I mean? Like, if she was actually around more often than you might have a new step-mom!”

So she actually hadn’t been joking- or was so impressively drunk that lack of inhibiton was driving her to say the wildest things imaginable and Twilight couldn’t tell which. But the fact that one of her closest friends was speaking about her mother in such a vulgar manner, especially when her father had unexpectedly passed away little more than a year ago, was galling. Infuriating, even; she might have to put a stop to this.

“Rainbow Dash, Velvet is my mother,” Twilight said hotly. “I am her daughter. Why would you say any of this?”

“I dunno, just was thinking about it. Like, she’s just got that bod, you know? What would you call her- MILF? Cougar? Would both work?” Rainbow was not clueing in that her proclamations were ill-received, taking every query as incentive to continue with her diatribe rather than a pressure to be silent.

“Rainbow- stop talking, goodness,” Rarity said, eyeing her royal friend and noting that Twilight might actually be just about to burst. “What you’ve said is extremely inappropriate and not at all polite! You need to apologize to Twilight and I believe you know it.”

“What for? It’s a compliment!” Rainbow protested. “She’s hot, I wanna-”

“It’s crass and unnecessary!” Rarity interjected. “You do not tell your friends that you wish to have relations with their mother, especially in such a blundering manner!”

“Umm- I’m sorry, Rainbow. I mean…” Fluttershy unexpectedly lent her voice to the mix, the softened tone a good measure that kept the more fiery personalities at bay- and potentially preventing Twilight from actually giving life to her rage. “Miss Velvet is very lovely, and she’s a lovely person, too. But there are much nicer ways of saying so than that, especially in front of Twilight. It’s not polite.”

“Thank you, Fluttershy,” Rarity bearing a look of bemusement at the quiet woman’s strange entry into the topic. “You see, Rainbow? Learn to say things more appropriately, even if you are drunk. Goodness, I’m never letting you have a bottle again.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Rainbow seemed rather put out by the admonishing, suddenly turning glum and sinking back into her seat in defeat- only to spring to her feet and take on a new life in fire, body quivering as she roared, “But come on, moms are hot, right? Y’all aren’t saying they’re old and ugly, are you?”

Four faces could hardly believe this conversation was happening, much less that Rainbow was becoming rather vehement about the subject matter. Why there was such a defensiveness all of a sudden- or this anger within her, for that matter? She had been cantankerous before, but not to this degree; whatever had befallen her in recent weeks had done wonders in inciting a foul mood within her that had done nothing but fester.

“Well- I mean, Moms are hot.” Every head turned from the prismatic athlete and to that of the frizzy-haired girl who sat closest to the fireplace, Pinkie adding her assent and giving a double-take at the shock she was currently witnessing. “What? Moms are hot, right? Like, all that experience and everything, so many stay so pretty- and I think being a little older and having kids just makes them seem softer and sweeter. Who cares if they’ve got a little more pudge, I think that makes it more fun!”

More appropriate an explanation yet not at all the expected source for such a description, the four remaining holdouts not at all sure what to say in response just yet. Bemusement, maybe, but Pinkie seemed to not have a qualm with anything said just yet; was she adding her voice in just to throw fuel on the fire? What on earth was going on with them?

“Uh…” Hostess that she was, Twilight saw an opportunity to wrangle this conversation into control before things actually spiraled completely out of control. Sexual topics weren’t taboo during their time together, but this had begun in a weird area and past experiences suggested it would not get any better. “OK, so thank you, you two, can- I think it’s getting late. Maybe…. Pinkie, would you help Rainbow home? I think she might be-”

“Aw, what’s the matter, Twi? You think your mom’s ugly or something?” Rainbow teased. “Jeez, that’s kinda mean. From her own kid, too.”

“I am not going to say anything like what you did about my Mom, that- that would be beyond weird!” The angry princess shot back, now on her feet and all thoughts of control forgotten. “Stop being an ass, Rainbow, for two seconds. Just because you can say something doesn’t mean you should!”

“Quit being such a dud.”

“Twi’s right. You’re being a jackass,” Applejack said, her voice as cold as a stone and just as heavy. Remaining silent for quite a time, the farmgirl saw fit to bring matters to an end, she staring at the multicolored woman with a fierce anger in her gaze. “Now stop. For once in your life, learn to shuttup.”

If Rainbow’s expression had been fiery before, then the words of the blonde were enough to turn them sour; not enough being force-fed curdled milk could have managed to bring to life such a reaction. “Shuttup,” she sneered, “You’re just mad. You couldn’t seduce a two-bit hooker with a sex addiction even if she’d been starved for months.”

Fluttershy winced, Pinkie cringed, and Twilight was sure that Rarity actually swore under her breath; for if the past was any indication, Rainbow’s words had been a pile of sticks that had been granted their long-awaited spark, and now all that awaited was the fire that would see the rest of the world come ablaze- and Applejack, most willing of all creatures to fall for the athlete’s bait, would not hesitate.

“Me. Me. Me of all people- are you actually serious?” Applejack demanded, face so alive with emotions that it was difficult to tell which would outrule the other. She crumpled her Stetson in her grip, struggling to find a way to bring herself back into some manner of order. “In comparison to what, a dead slug? You? I remember you being pretty pitiful of a flirt unless you got someone completely desperate.”

“And what have you got to offer? A brunt appraisal of their looks?”

“Are we actually going to have this conversation?” Twilight murmured.

“Yes!” Rainbow roared. “Come on, like you’ve got the right, virgin! Come and talk to me when you know what it’s like to get laid- or be considered attractive for once in your life!”

“Rainbow, now that is enough,” Rarity said heatedly. “Twilight is perfectly lovely and just because she wants a more classical romance-”

“Twilight’s a nerd who couldn’t get laid to save her life and you know it," Rainbow snarled, still eye-to-eye with her straw-haired companion and not ceding the slightest inch of ground. “Quit trying to be a slut for two seconds.”

“We’re all going to hate each other after tonight,” Fluttershy whispered.

Rarity found a charge of electric fire in her bones, and out from her somewhat dazed stupor did she rise to fight against this insulting diatribe. Rainbow and Applejack egged one another on to greater heights more often than not- or, as they had in recent weeks, to deeper depths of awfulness. No matter what they might regret later, it was enough to see the fashionista set to life and her voice raised, for she cried out, “Oh, so a slut, am I?”

“What, what’s wrong with being a slut? Sluts are fun!” Pinkie clamored. “Haven’t any of you ever had fun with a slut?”

“Can I go home now?” Fluttershy whispered fearfully.

“Why are you calling yourself a slut, of all things?” Twilight gasped. “Pinkie, that’s so mean of you! Be nice to yourself!”

“I didn’t say I was a slut! But sluts are fun!” Pinkie protested.

“And I am most definitely not a slut, darling, but this slag-”

“You’re a desperate wannabe hooker and you know it.”

“Like you’re much better,” Rainbow added.

“And what did you say to me when-”

But for Twilight, the cacophony of voices had become more than enough. She could hear it all, every word that had been said and every word that would come after. She saw her friends descend into a drunken, inane rambling and it wasn’t the first time- but this was something different, something far more visceral and raw that threatened to actually sever their bonds of friendship and see them become distinct yet again. They had been such a cohesive, united front for so long, yet this argument seemed to be the one that might end it all. Struggle, ferocity, angst and whatever else it was that had begun to turn their company inside out with fetid rot was about to win out, and damned would she be to let it finally transpire. So when she could withstand it no more, the incensed princess raised her hand and let loose a stream of spark from her hand that ricocheted across the ceiling and throughout their company, loud noise and bright color doing their work in seeing all words come to a deathly silence.

“That’s enough!” Twilight seethed, tired and inebriated and just sober enough to not want to deal with any of this nonsense any longer. “Rainbow, you think you’re that good? Then prove it. Fuck my mom- fuck all of our moms, if you can. But you’ve got to beat out all of us if you want to prove yourself all that high and mighty.”

The words had clearly been braggadocio, for the colorful warrior’s face turned wan and she was left –thankfully- struck dumb by the challenge for a few moments. “Beg pardon?” she finally managed.

“That’s right. You think you’re the best woman around? You’d better prove it,” Twilight said. “If moms are that great and you’re that perfect for them, then you’d better bed the most moms around. Because well end up with more? You lose.”

“Please, as if I’d lose,” Rainbow crowed. “So why don’t you tell me what’ll happen when I win, hmm? Got any idea, or are you just bluffing?”

Twilight, however, was not bluffing. “I’ll pay every mother you lay to service you for a week,” she said.

The world went cold; every eye was upon either color or royalty, wondering which one would give and accept the reality of this challenge first. It was impossible, unattainable, and ridiculous no matter which way one looked at it. But for one such as Rainbow Dash, who considered herself, the highest and mightiest of all women, the temptation was too irresistible to ignore for very long.

“Fine. Now, can it be any woman, or-?”

“Nah-ah! She’s gotta be a mom. So that means kids, of any age,” Twilight said. “And anything goes, too; married, widowed, divorced, the whole deal. So if you’re all that great, you’d better get to work, Cassanova.”

“As if I could lose!” Rainbow sneered, so confident in her victory that any thought of failure was impossible to be found- and the smug look an ire to the blonde farmgirl that still stood beside her. “And I’ve just got to beat you out? You may as well start getting money ready now! I could get more women in a weekend than you could in a lifetime-”

“Wrong again!” Twilight called. “Everyone else is against you on this. Me, Applejack, Fluttershy-”

“Umm, Twilight-”

“Pinkie-”

“Ooh, fun-”

“And Rarity,” Twilight finished.

“This is incredibly vulgar,” Rarity sniffed, not at all pleased with the current outcome and clearly wishing she could be anywhere else. This entire night had been crude beyond disbelief, and now such crassness demanded she take part as well in future endeavors; what could possibly be worse than to actually agree with this nonsense? “I- oh, this is miserable-”

“If you don’t agree she’ll never shut up,” Applejack entreated. Nobody seemed more desperate for Rainbow to be taken down than the hardworking blonde, an intensity upon her features that went beyond mere frustration.

“Fine, then! But one caveat- we go back to being friends once this is all done! No more snippy talk, no more backstabbing, no more cruelty! We behave like ladies and that will be the end of it, understood?”

“No problem!” Rainbow assented; entirely pleased with herself, the wild woman already felt utterly certain of her victory long before the competition had even begun. There would be the rest of the night that still needed to pass, not to mention whatever hours of recovery might be required to rise from this excess of alcohol that had seen them descend to this chaos in the first place. “Now, let’s go fuck some moms- because moms are hot!”

Hands united in agreement, and one proud grasp reached out for her lost bottle of liquor, bringing the bottleneck to her lips and seeing darkened color fade in a heartbeat- only for a violent, earth-shredding belch to soon echo after as Rainbow crashed into the ground and fell into unconsciousness.

Author's Note

Not sure how I executed this beginning, but I still like the concept.
Besides, moms are hot. Love older women.

Small note, this will be my last update for a hot minute- likely till the end of July. I've got a lot of things requiring my attention and I'll be out in the middle of nowhere.

Keep reading, I guess.

2. Of Course You Want Me! (Rainbow x Posey)

Despite the impression so many people seemed to glean from her, Rainbow Dash was, in fact, not stupid. Perhaps not a master of literary intelligence or one who possessed great aspects of wisdom, but her quick wit and ability to think on her feet had always been a talent of hers. Time with the Wonderbolts had helped to foster her skills and develop the mind of a quality tactician. She could analyze any enemy, any crisis, and know almost exactly what sort of strategy must be applied to see victory come about. In a sense much different from Rarity’s prowess in the realms of social discernment, Rainbow knew which people were an easy mark- and vice versa. And though possibly scummy as it were, as improper considering whom she called her best friend, the easiest mark for her first victory in this game was going to be right near home.

Two doors down, if she were to be specific.

It had been a few years since Rainbow had come to visit her hometown, more out of time simply getting away from her than any intentional avoidance. Her parents were nice enough, even if their consistent celebration of her was a bit much to bear; a life in another place was hard to get away from the older you became.

Should I drop by and say ‘hey’ before I go back home? She asked of herself, the sight of that familiar house she’d once called home making her wonder as to the activity inside. Mom might be in there right now, making some sort of silly rainbow-colored cake or poring over old pictures to help alleviate the melancholy; it would be nice of her to visit for a little while.

“And then she’ll start asking questions,” Rainbow counseled, the idea fizzling out like fireworks beneath the water. She had said a bit too much the last time she and her mother had talked, even if details weren’t specific. She hadn’t said why they’d stopped being friends, much less what they’d been before that had come about, but why allow the chance for secrets to spill? Besides, she was here on business, and today’s business was a particularly busty cougar known as Posey Shy.

Her first crush; the first woman she’d noticed as attractive, the first to make her realize that she was a lesbian. Posey Shy had had quite an effect on Rainbow, even if that was something she’d never discussed with anyone before. But hey, why not let these secrets spill? Posey was almost as big a fan of her as Windy was; all it would take was a little prodding and things might get enjoyable.

She was sure only a few knocks on the door would be enough to bring her prey in sight; Posey wasn’t one to spend much time away from the home, a stereotypical housewife through and through. It would be a miserable time for her if her husband wasn’t so gentle-hearted himself, making her more subject to-

Zephyr. Oh gods, how had she forgotten the thought? What if that catastrophe of a human being was here today? Rainbow could see a silhouette of another person through the privacy glass coming closer, but still indistinct enough that she couldn’t know who it was. If she had to rebuff the advances of that unbearable little creep who didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘no’ even if it bit him in the ass-

The heavy door of darkened wood opened slowly, a sliver of dark-red hair and spectacled eyes peeping through the crack to gaze at the person who stood out before them, Rainbow leaning over to counter the gaze. Did she really have to be this afraid of everything? Goodness, Fluttershy hadn’t been this bad, had she?

“Oh! I’m sorry. Rainbow Dash, hello!” Opening the door to reveal herself, Posey Shy stood there in a simple pink nightrobe, tightly wound about her form yet not so that it could give any great definition of the figure beneath. Propriety was the standard of her attire, never meant to be anything but warm and welcoming in her appearance, and most certainly not intending to be something sensuous. But Rainbow needed little time to look upon Posey and assess that there were a few quality aspects to be found, particularly two of them that happened to be borne upon her chest and comfortably concealed beneath satin fabric. She was a sweet figure, a girl next door that had become a mom next door- a mom she particularly wouldn’t mind fucking, if the chance was to be found.

Rainbow smiled. Posey wasn’t Twilight Velvet, but this was going to be just as pleasant as any; not quite the grand prize, but a good start at making Applejack mad. “Hey, Posey!” Rainbow said, leaning forward and gifting the older woman an excessively excited hug. “I was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by. It’s… OK if I come in, right? I won’t intrude if you’re busy.”

“Oh, goodness, no. Please, come on in,” Posey said, delighted to play hostess for a time. That is not to say her eyes did not trail across the form of her athletic guest and find a few things worth flushing pink over. “Oh, umm… Rainbow, I think you’re-”

Yeah, baby. A good start if she was already off-kilter. “What’s wrong?”

“C- come in,” Posey said, stammering her words and trying her best to not look at her prismatic pair for a time. It only lasted for a few seconds after the front door closed, the two kicking off their shoes and beginning to see themselves enter into their respective roles. “I’m- I’m sorry, Rainbow, I hope I don’t mean to be cross-”

A perfect opportunity to intercept. If she could make Posey more comfortable, the better this would be. “You’re never cross, Posey,” Rainbow said sweetly. “What’s the matter? Am I doing something wrong?”

“Well…” Posey had been blushing pink right from the start, but this shade was starting to become something more in line with the tone of her hair. “You seem a bit- underdress- I mean, I’m sorry, that was rude- is this a new fashion? It seems very scandalous- comfortable, I mean. Relaxed, maybe?”

Good. It was the subject they were to discuss first, and the first barrier to be broken. All Rainbow had to do was remain relaxed, discuss the situation with an ease in her voice and she would have the first victory of the day. “Oh, it’s just a style I like,” Rainbow remarked, stretching herself out so that nothing might be missed. “What do you think?”

There wasn’t much to be left to the imagination. The pink miniskirt wasn’t one of her favorites but it did a fantastic job of emphasizing her gluteus maximus, one well-developed after years of athletic training. Posey had probably mistook her top for a bra, but that wasn’t entirely her fault; this sports top was one she’d gotten from a sex shop over in Manehatten years ago, so what covering it lacked was more than a little purposeful. All Posey had to do was gaze upon that pleasant cushion and toned abs, enjoy them for a little while; surely that wouldn’t be so hard!

“I- I- ooh, my.” Posey was red from the tips of her hair to probably somewhere down about her toes, hands across her face and doing absolutely nothing to conceal the abashed smile of delight upon her lips. “I- oh my, Rainbow, you look… oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say.”

Proper to the end, always pursuing her efforts in being the primmest little housewife. Rainbow wasn’t surprised to see that she was having trouble expressing her appreciation for something sensuous. There would have to be a little push to help keep things comfortable, lest her conscience try and shame her for such a natural reaction.

“It’s alright,” Rainbow said, putting her arms about Posey and giving the timid housewife a hug that just so happened to see head lain against what rack she possessed. “You can’t make me feel bad or anything. I don’t mind hearing what you have to say. And you look like you’ll feel better if you say it!”

“Oh! Really, Rainbow?” Posey seemed almost relieved to hear it; worry that she might cross some unbreakable line now evaporating. “Well, you look… very- very pretty, Rainbow. Oh my goodness, that’s too much-”

Of course that’s what she thought to be scandalous. “Thanks, Posey,” Rainbow said, and even to her own surprise did she place a kiss just on the edge of Posey’s lips. “You look super hot, by the way. You dress up like that just for me?”

Beet-red and giggling, Posey could do nothing but lead her guest on towards the kitchen to where they both might relax. And perhaps get the chance to recollect herself before she somehow ruined any next move she might make.

Sexual attraction aside, Rainbow had always rather liked Posey. She was much like her daughter, albeit with less willpower made evident in her daily decisions. More like to ebb and flow with the tide, yet always did she have a smile on her face; Rainbow had little trouble adjusting to friendly conversation with the lovely woman; especially when she still seemed keen on doting upon Rainbow! A plate of cookies for the table, coffee still hot and there for the plundering were not to be ignored.

“I hope you don’t mind if I get to the rest of the dishes,” Posey said. Reaching for the dishcloth that lay upon the edge of the sink, her eyes drifted between her beautiful guest and the host of dishes that currently occupied the depths of the steel frame that centered her kitchen. “I’d meant to get to work on them earlier, but goodness, I just kept getting distracted with a million other things and now here I am! Heaven knows how I manage along with things the way I am, so distracted and all.”

“It’s alright,” Rainbow murmured, teeth sinking deep into a chocolate-chip cookie and relishing the flavor of the darkness within. Ooh, they were still rather fresh! The chocolate wasn’t gooey, but the solidified batter was so soft and plush in the mouth, a burst of sugar that sprayed across her mouth with each subsequent crunch. “Take your time!”

“Oh, thank you. You always were so kind, Rainbow.” Posey’s smile disappeared as she turned from guest to housework, letting the finery of her buttocks be there for Rainbow to enjoy. Ah, so plush! Properly thicc, just enough weight and cushion to be delightful to the eye, particularly when that nightrobe of hers didn’t do a great job of hiding much of anything! Ooh, all it would take is a few bits of tinkering and she could get this done with ease.

“Did Fluttershy tell you that she and I went for a little girl’s trip the other week?” Posey inquired, meek voice hardly audible above the gentle spray of the sink faucet. “We visited Manehattan for a few days to see a Broadway show.”

“Yeah, she did,” Rainbow said. Eyes still fixated on that fine butt of Posey’s, wondering if she should dare to give it a pinch. Was it too early to dare? “You have a good time?”

“Oh, yes, we certainly did. It’s been many years since I last saw Oklahoma, probably since my old high school did a production of it. Such a lovely story.” Posey set the first cleaned dish aside within the nearby rack for it to dry, and then allowed herself a pause. Did she give her guest a side-eyed glance? It was a moment too swift for even Rainbow to be sure. “Fluttershy told me you’ve been having a hard time lately,” the sweet woman offered. “That you’ve been feeling down. I hope that’s not been too true.”

She was glad that Posey’s back was kept turned, for Rainbow went rigid as a flash of fear and fury struck across her spine. Fluttershy was the only one who’d known besides they two, forced to promise that she would say nothing of it. Had she actually blabbed anything to her mother and been too afraid to confess to the failure? She sure as shit better not have.

“… Rainbow?”

“Huh? Oh, nah, I’m fine,” Rainbow said, doing her best to play off the concerns with her usual confident air. “I had a moment a while back, that’s all.”

“Oh. Alright, then,” Posey said. Returning back to her dishes, the conversation took a strange period of silence; was there any uncertainty in her mind? Perhaps the lush woman wasn’t quite convinced- or worse, was looking for specific details that she’d been divulged. “In case you wanted to talk to me about it-”

“You look like you could need a hand with those dishes!” Rainbow declared. A leap from the chair and she was upon her feet, sliding over to the sink to give Posey a grin, she knew it was best to change the course of their conversation from entering dangerous waters. Start the flirtations now, see how long it would take. “Come on, you’re getting all wet down there. You know I could speed things up, let you get back to having some fun!” She added, a spank across firm buttocks for added measure.

Posey gave a squeak of fright at the unexpected touch, a small leap into the air before her hands rushed to the point of contact; at first, a paleness to her shock- then a flush as she realized the pleasurable sensation had been no accident. “Ooh, goodness, Rainbow, that was naughty of you!”

“I’m sorry. Just couldn’t resist,” Rainbow said lightly. “Wanna spank mine and call it even?”

It was likely she did, for Posey’s eyes indeed flashed down to the juicy figure that Rainbow’s many years of athletic prowess had gifted her, succulent flesh wondrously visible beneath the coverings of her skirt. For only a second did she consider it, but Posey’s timidity won out and she turned back to her dishes with a face deeply crimson.

Another peek over at her companion, one she made sure was something easy to notice. The silky nightrobe of Posey’s was beginning to loosen, perhaps due to the lively movement that had come about from Rainbow’s spanking. She definitely had a little pudge here and there, but it wasn’t at all something she minded seeing, particularly when there was a succulence to it that was so tempting to the eye. Right now, though, her eyes were drawn to the opening of cleavage and the sight of ample bust within. Posey had earned teenager Rainbow Dash’s attention for good reason- two of them, really. And they just so happened to be trying to make a public appearance.

How much push should she give? Rainbow pondered it for a moment. “You look super hot,” she offered.

“Rainbow!” The swat that came across her shoulders was hardly harmful, nor was the bashful smile upon Posey’s lips an unwelcome sight. She was trying to pretend otherwise, but the attention wasn’t being poorly received. “Really, dear, you say too much. Always trying to cause trouble.”

“When you’re dressed like that? Puh-lease,” Rainbow objected, sidling over just a tinge further so that she and Posey brushed one another. “I think you wanted to show off a little. Cause you know you’re hot, don’t you?”

“Flatterer!” Posey tried to return back to her dishwork, but the smile she held was not fading in the least. “You- you always did have such nice things to say to me, Rainbow.”

“Hey, just means I know a good-looking babe when I see one. You know? Like, you just see her and you wanna just make her sing.”

“Oh- I, I guess so,” Posey murmured. A darting glance towards her companion, then back to the dishes that weren’t really getting cleaned very well.

“Like, you just see that body and all you can think is how much of a babe she is!” Rainbow cried; a rise of fervor in her voice, just a hint lest she be seen as crazed rather than excited. “Just a total smokeshow, and you wanna give her the time of her life.”

“I…” Posey had abandoned her pursuit of the dishes. A very potent, eager Rainbow Dash was beside her and beginning to reel of descriptions of some rather scandalous activities. She felt so embarrassed- yet here she was, listening to every word! And the thought of Rainbow performing such wonders, doing such acts… perhaps to her…

“I bet she’d be a blast,” Rainbow said, eyes turning to the rapturous audience of one that she had ensnared; unsurprising that it didn’t take much. “You think I could show a girl a good time, Posey? Be honest with me.”

“What? Oh, of course- yes, I wouldn’t be surprised- you’d be quite good,” Posey muttered shamefacedly. She had to turn away, not admire that smooth and strong physique before her. The body of an athlete, yet still those womanly curves and assets that were inherent in a beautiful lady. Rainbow just happened to be quite a package.

“Ha! I knew it. Just wanted to make sure.” Perhaps it was too daring, but a hand went out and took hold of Posey’s wrist, keeping her from attempting a fearful retreat and allowing Rainbow the opportunity to swoop in close. “But are you really sure? Just in case, I mean.”

“Oh goodness, Rainbow…”

“I could let you find out, you know. If you wanted to.” Rainbow let her smile become playful. “You know I think you’re hot. Been a crush of mine for way too long now.”

Posey was a fierce shade of red and giggling, both trying to flee and yet loving each ounce of attention she was given. Timid propriety bid that she find someplace to escape to, yet the mighty prowess of Rainbow Dash was so tempting, right there before her and perfectly willing to allow such pleasures come to pass. Oh, what was a woman to do? “But Rainbow- dear, I’m- if I were single, I might say yes-”

“It’s not a big deal. Every woman needs another woman every now and then,” Rainbow assured her, the spare wrist now grasped and the two coming so close together. She would ensure Posey was able to delight in her presence, take in her form and find every tempting detail so that no hesitancy might find opportunity to win out. Posey wanted this, if not needed it. How many times had they flirted with each other over the years? Well, perhaps it had been only Rainbow dropping remarks to make Posey giggle, but the busty beauty had never told her to stop; the poor girl needed a proper lovemaking.

“And- are you sure, Rainbow?” Posey said. “I- I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“Ha! As if you could,” the powerful athlete barked. “Come on, give me a kiss. I bet every bit of you tastes delicious.”

Another stream of bashful giggles but Posey did not try to flee any longer, instead gazing up at the taller woman and aglow with delight at this offered ecstasy. “Ooh, Rainbow- you’re too kind! I hope I’m not too old a girl for you.”

“Please. I bet you’re a fine wine,” Rainbow purred, and before Posey’s self-deprecation could continue she saw words silenced by the pleasant force of a kiss, her thinner lips happily plied against Posey’s more plump pair.

Posey’s hesitancy was eliminated the moment their kiss began, any fears or uncertainty lost as she relished the delightful pleasure of Rainbow’s lips. She was being romanced by one so strong and ferocious, so young and vibrant! No fearfulness in any action, not at all. If this was how Rainbow felt when she had only begun, just what sort of delights would there be when they truly found their fervor? She had to know, and she needed Rainbow more than she’d ever needed anyone before. There was no reason not to melt into her arms, be nothing but her willing partner.

Their union was a soft, gentle thing at first- and only for that moment. As soon as she felt Posey’s initial hesitation disappear and be replaced by the delights of this beginning, Rainbow saw their affair turn into something far more frenetic. Two handfuls was all it took, she cradling Posey in her arms and seeing her fully ensnared, the older woman throwing her arms about the athlete’s neck and allowing the moment to carry on. Oh, how she liked this! Posey was so willing to go along with the fun, so easily delighted by the attention being given that she cared not about restraint. One kiss, another, and dozens more as the two let their makeout roar into life. Away from the kitchen did they go, Rainbow easily carrying away her prize to better, more sensuous places.

At first, her thoughts had been drawn solely to the bedroom; ruin the bedsheets, make a mess, frolic until Posey was absolutely ravished and hardly able to stand. But truthfully, she knew that probably would be a bit much for a demure thing to handle. Perhaps she should start slow, get her partner into an electric mood- entice, and maybe their bedroom frolic would be something a bit more passionate. Time to wind her up.

From her grasp did she release Posey, letting the tiny mother be forced against the wall and kept separate from her lips. Exactly as she’d hoped, the older woman was visibly disappointed. “Rainbow- oh, am I that bad a kisser? I’m sorry if I’m not what you’d hoped.”

“Not even close! Come on, stick out your tongue,” Rainbow entreated. She didn’t allow Posey a chance to squirm away, leaning over her with hands pressed upon her shoulders. This needed to be dominant, ever-willful so that Posey would feel secure enough to keep going along…

“Oh~! Alright, then,” Posey giggled, and true to her nature only a small sliver of her wet delight came to light- still enough for Rainbow to work her excellence, for her lips ensnared that sweet tongue and was determined to see it wonderfully sucked.

Posey, mistress of all that was gentle and timid, was roused into wondrous feeling by the newness of this. Goodness, was this how women kissed? She’d never known, certainly never felt anything like this! Rainbow would suck on her tongue for a few seconds, retreat so as to let spittle form, then return yet again. One motion would be so swift, another so thorough, one meant to draw out further tongue for her lips to massage; she was gracing her little morsel with a truly delightful display of affection. She’d never known any kisses could be like this! Arms still about her prismatic paramour, Posey was delighted to let her latherings continue, in any which way she wished. Oh, the taste of Rainbow was so sweet, and yet so spicy!

A longer extraction this time, one slow and full of thickened fiber; Rainbow released Posey’s tongue from her grasp and was pleased to see the spectacled woman’s eyes fly wide open at the sight of the heavy saliva band that still bound them together. Thick fluid, made potent by her affectionate outpouring, and oh so delectable. Her fingers plucked it away so that she might relish the flavor, and a muted laugh as she saw that sweet face flush red at the spectacle.

“How was that?” Rainbow asked; she leaned in for another kiss, a course of pleasure when she felt Posey’s hands caress her face. The old girl was getting into it now, more aroused and less hesitant. Still, why not keep going and really entice her? She could get a friend with benefits out of this if she played her cards right.

“Oh, Rainbow, you’re so wonderful,” Posey breathed, taken by her own fervor and delighting to give the younger woman a kiss of her own- not quite as talented, nowhere near as sloppy, but still a touching of tongues that she wished to turn into a massage. “I hope we’re not done- you feel so good.”

“So I can keep making you feel good?” Rainbow inquired. A hand went free and she began to untie the silken strap that held the thin robe to buxom frame, ripping it away and seeing it tossed aside. Good gods, Posey had one hell of a rack! Big, fat breasts that could make your jaw drop, beautiful nipples all hard and eager for a good suckling- should she try that now, maybe? Or was that more a bedroom activity? There was so much sexy about this plush woman to explore, deciding on just one thing was impossible!

“Oh, please do, Rainbow! Can- what you were doing with your tongue, can… can we do that again, please?” Posey was getting worked up, wanting to participate. The heat within her loins was demanding things of her, naughty and wonderful things!

“Well, I can’t just do the same thing twice,” Rainbow said, and she grinned at the look of disappointment that threatened to grow upon that sweet face. “But, I bet I can give you something even better. So, follow my lead, OK? Touch my tongue…”

Posey did not hesitate this time around, full length of her dark-pink muscle out into the open air, soon met by the dribbling spatter of Rainbow’s own pair and seeing her sigh. They began as a massage, simple movements back and forth to ignite the senses. But then came the dance, the twirling and writhing and plying of pressure here and there, soft pulls away to let the saliva fall between them and be properly admired, only to return and reignite their dance yet again. She was melting, positively incensed by this colorful woman’s mastery of the sapphic arts. Oh, to be kissed like this-

A squeak escaped her, soon swatted away by Rainbow’s forceful lusts and rendered moot. Just below, pushing between skin and the soft fabric of her underwear, fingers had begun to ply their way south and find the pulsing, soaking mess that were her folds. Rainbow knew she was needing, wanting, begging for more; of course she would oblige, and fingers plunged within to entertain those most sensitive of senses. A few stray curls of the finger, enough to elicit genuine response; not much, but still potent.

Rainbow’s passionate kindness upon Posey’s tongue did not stop even when she felt the rocking of those hips upon her palm. Instinctive response, stimuli plying and eliciting pleasure that she didn’t understand how to react to. Her whole body was beginning to move in the rhythm, tongue retreating and returning along with lower motion, all of her efforts made the more difficult by such reaction. That good, was she? Well, she would have to ensure not an ounce of it escaped awareness: a thrust of her own hips, forcing Posey fully against the wall and allowing no chance of any reprieve from what she threw upon her sexual senses. Fingers plied at the folds below without hesitation, without mercy, her salivating tongue poured out its slithering affections and saw that the older woman’s mouth was made a soaked, goopy mess.

The first quiver came- goodness, already? And to think Rainbow had thought she’d had a crush on Posey when she was a teenager, just what did Posey think of her? A stroke across those outer folds before seeing the slickened gash made wide, one finger plucking in deep and toying with the pearl that hung just above. And though she intended it not, though it was not of her making, Posey’s open mouth found hers and saw their tongues united in a deep, glorious press, one that brought the spectacled girl to sighs-

Oh, and sigh she did! That quiver had been the first warning, one that Rainbow knew well and took as signal that her work should reach its crescendo. Her pluckings were not frivolous nor wild, no random scrabbling across puffy lips in the hopes that something stuck. No, she knew a woman’s body, and her gentle tweaks of the precious jewels below were unbearable and irresistible. A shudder, a seized form that became rigid, and a slow, wild exhale of both breath and body as Posey’s orgasm struck full force.

Rainbow did not retreat when she felt the first wave crash across her fingers, instead relishing the flow. Her tongue retreated but she did not, returning back to that gentle suckling so that Posey’s ecstasy might last a little longer. A pull there, a slight nibble also, soft plucks within those soaked panties so that the raging fire of sexual satisfaction could be felt more fiercely. Just because you orgasmed didn’t mean you had to stop- why not add another wave to the tide? And speak of the devil, Rainbow thought, for she felt that plush body tighten up once more and prepare for another assault upon all of herself.

She didn’t stop enjoying her partner for the minutes after this first delight. Though what her fingerwork offered below might not mean much, Rainbow didn’t want her presence to suddenly become an absence. Plenty of kisses, a few soft touches here and there so that she might know the condition of Posey’s lower lips and keep them happily roused. The mood wasn’t going to be quelled yet if she could help it. But for now, a lessening; let Posey catch her breath, body return to some state of normalcy lest too much pleasure exhaust her too quickly.

The sight of that meek gaze looking back at her was the sign Rainbow needed to know that this first foray was over. A retreat of her hands from within damp depths, an end to their syrupy kisses- slow, of course, let their spittle spatter across weary flesh. Posey deserved another physical souvenir.

“Oh, Rainbow,” she breathed, each puff of her chest a heavy thing, “You are so amazing.” So content with the state of her being, she leaned against Rainbow’s chest and let her body go rather limp so as to savor the memory of pleasure that had afflicted her. Unexpected, unknown, now forever an indelible memory.

Rainbow, safe from being caught, allowed a roll of her eyes. So dramatic! She hadn’t even really started on much of anything, this was just a taster. Posey was just sex-deprived and easy, just as she’d expected. But would she say such things aloud? Not a chance in Hell. “I try to be,” she crowed, in usual form as she accepted all compliments about any prowess she possessed. “Especially for a sexy thing like you.”

“Oh, you flatter this old girl,” Posey sighed, but she pulled away from Rainbow’s shoulder and offered a kiss of gratitude all the same. “I’m sorry that’s all the time you have. I would love to return the favor.”

“Would you, now?” Rainbow inquired. Big surprise. “I mean… I can spare some time, if- you know, you’re in the mood.”

Posey looked this way and that, eyes glancing about as if she expected to find cameras and peering eyes all about her that could see her next words become a betrayal. “I… well, I know I am not exactly available, but- my husband’s actually out of town. Until tomorrow evening.”

“Is that so?”

“So if you don’t mind spending a little more time here,” Posey giggled; her hand reached for Rainbow’s, whether conscious of the action or not. “I would love to make things up to you.”

She pretended to consider the question, the pursing of her lips just cheeky enough to see the older woman smile. “I guess I could spend a few more hours with you,” she drawled. “I mean- only if you want to. Have you ever tried sixty-nineing?”

Posey hadn’t, but she suddenly found herself willing to try all sorts of new things.

Author's Note

I'm not sure how this turned out. I think my skills have stagnated, I find myself on miserable repeat- or worse, decay.
I don't think I'm very good at writing anymore.

Oh yeah, here's this chapter's artwork.

Enjoy, if you can.

3. Revenge Attempts Never Go Well (Applejack x Windy Whistles)

Vision was fixated on the ground upon which she walked, doing everything she could to ignore anyone that passed her by lest they catch sight of the color on her face and inquire as to why. They wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, perhaps excessively friendly and inquisitive, but nothing terrible. But it wasn’t like Applejack wanted to bother with giving an explanation as to what she was doing. Especially when she wasn’t even sure that she wanted to be doing any of this at all.

But heaven help her, she had to get Rainbow Dash to shut the hell up!

The competition was not going in her favor, and her favor was that someone beat out Rainbow in body count. That was all that she was asking for, something to get that gloating cow to quit her bragging. But goodness, look who she was had as teammates! Fluttershy hardly seemed interested in trying at all, Pinkie’s head was constantly in the clouds, Rarity’s more sober mind declared herself to be above it all. And Twilight? God, what were the chances she would even know what sex was if it weren’t for biology textbooks? This whole contest almost seemed doomed from the start, and the idea that Rainbow was probably going to win…

It had taken Rainbow almost no time at all to put Posey Shy’s name on her board, gloating all the while. Said that getting into Posey’s panties was the easiest lay she’d ever had, made sure to let Applejack know all about how fat and soft her titties were- and that, of course, Applejack didn’t stand a chance in scoring sloppy seconds. The conversation had been infuriating, but the apple farmer had managed to keep her cool. That stupid brat didn’t have the power to will her emotions in any which way.

And then came another name to the list. And another. Then Granny Smith’s name had shown up on Rainbow’s board the very next day; fighting words, through and through. Applejack hadn’t been able to see anything but red and her furious mind had promptly declared she was to get revenge, in the only way she knew how. But now that meant actually going through with it, and it also meant it was going to be someone she knew rather well.

The skies above Cloudsdale were clouded and grey, as if nature knew the blonde woman’s ill temper and had decided to mock her for it. It had only been a few hours since she’d seen the leaderboards set up in Twilight’s kitchen, back when the fury in her blood had nearly seen her collapse. Not long… but long enough for some echo of sensibility to begin to filter in, and make her have the gall to lose her nerve!

Each step was closer to her intended destination, one she knew perfectly well without needing much thought to guide her to the doorstep. Good thing, too, because she could hardly force herself to look up at anything about her in the world. Gods, this was so stupid! All because that fat-mouthed, pompous windbag of an idiot called Rainbow Dash couldn’t keep her damned mouth shut, and now look at what she was doing! Two-timing! Adultery, cheating, infidelity- was it even infidelity when she wasn’t married? It was bad enough. She was to be the Jodie-Boy today, whether it was what she desired or not. Anything to get Rainbow Dash to actually shut up.

“All that talk about having a lead,” the farmgirl muttered under her breath, venom dripping from every word she spoke. “‘I’ll have my own harem once I win. Wanna bet I can bag Celestia, too?’ Cocky little ass.” Well, Rainbow did have more names attached to her ledger than anyone else right now, but the competition had only begun; it was time to try and cut the legs out from under the beast, and Applejack had a pretty shrewd suspicion as to what might do the job best.

Is it really entirely her fault, though? Applejack asked of herself. A calmer, more controlled voice was worming its way out from beneath the blanket of displeased emotions that had come to weigh upon her mind, trying to add its cooler words to the argument. You know what’s got her so upset. You even know how to fix it.

A bitter scowl, one the blonde hoped went unnoticed. It was a half-truth- sort of. She knew full well what had propelled Rainbow into being such a relentless instigator lately, but she didn’t know how to solve any of it. At least, not without being wildly dishonest.

And you’re not being dishonest about that? You know what might help. It’s worth a try.

Maybe it was. Maybe it would be the fix, but that would have to be for another time. For so preoccupied with her inner musings that Applejack almost walked face-first into the glass door that was of Rainbow Dash’s parents’ house. Gods, what if both of them were home? Windy’s name was something that could be added to the list, but Bo-

“Not thinking about it,” Applejack commanded of herself, steeling what nerves hadn’t already been frayed and trying to do something about the wretched excess of color on her face that wouldn’t go away. She was going to do this rather than try and make peace, at least for now. Because if she made Rainbow eat a little humble pie, then maybe that blithering moron might be willing to hear her out rather than pout like the spoiled child she was. All because she didn’t get her way for once in her life-!

A shadowed figure standing on the other side of the door, obscured only for a moment before the twin doors opened and revealed Windy Whistles there on the other side, that usual bright smile on her face Applejack had always known her to possess. She appeared to be as much of the same person she’d been since the two had first met: a shorter cut of pale-orange hair that seemed to fit her livelier demeanor just perfectly, contrasted by the calming cerise of her lit eyes. The flat chest Rainbow possessed had been an inherited trait, though the thicc hips and sizeable bottom had not carried on down the line, gifting Windy the appearance of an energized woman with just a hint of motherly sweetness, all of it adorned in a simple pale-blue shirt and mom jeans.

“Well, look who showed up!” Windy declared, in her voice a genial tone that revealed her daughter had said nothing just yet. “Come on in, it’s good to see you again! Is- is Rainbow not with you?”

Of course she would ask. Their only child, and about as obsessed as any parent could be when their only child was an athletic progeny. “N- nah, not this time,” Applejack stammered. Darn you, don’t lose your nerve now! You haven’t even gotten started! “Just- you know, dropping in for a bit. A social call.”

“Well, that doesn’t bother me. Rainbow’s best friend might as well be family!”

It was going to be the weirdest sort of interaction she’d ever had well before it was over, if Applejack had to take a guess. She’d only met Windy a spare few times, and the excess of enthusiasm when her own daughter was involved bordered something on obsession. It was never unfriendly, of course, never cruel; but how does one’s whole adult life become so focused on the wellbeing of your child even after they’ve flown the nest? They kept track of every record she had, followed every step of her progress with the Wonderbolts- hell, they even had a spreadsheet across the hallway wall tracking all her weather activity throughout the year. Forget being a prize prospect, every athlete should try to garner the same sort of enthusiasm Rainbow earned from her parents simply by being!

Though she tried to ignore the long sheet of paper that was held pinned against the wall, Applejack’s eye couldn’t help but catch sight of the list of achievements, one in particular catching her interest as it read, ‘New 100m Record- Men AND Women’s!’

“I didn’t know it was a Men’s record, too,” Applejack remarked, a flash of guilt as she even said so. It wasn’t as if she’d tried to pay attention to the whole thing, was it? No, too heavily burdened by the weight of discomfort and anxiety as she’d mused upon how to end it before things actually got out of hand- not realizing she’d let it get out of hand from the very beginning. Perhaps if she’d actually had a lick of sense-

“Yeah! The best on record still, by about point-four seconds,” Windy answered, reappearing from the kitchen with a pair of coffee mugs in hand and handing one to her guest. “Why, did she tell you about it?”

“I was- I was there, actually,” Applejack admitted. Eyes glanced away just in case; this was Rainbow’s mother, there was a good chance she was walking on thin ice and just didn’t know it yet. But was Windy deceitful? One good at playing off another? It was difficult to tell. “Got invited to go with her.”

“Hey, that’s great! I’m so glad someone could be there to celebrate with her!” Windy exclaimed, and she gave the strong blonde’s shoulder a delighted shake. “Bow and I were sick as dogs and couldn’t make it, just tore us up. But really, we didn’t worry at all; who else was going to take the gold but her, right?”

“Right.” Applejack tried to take a sip of black brew and found it distasteful; not because it was bad, mind you, the stuff was clearly top-notch- another gift from Rainbow to her parents? But the curdling of her stomach was getting worse the longer this feigned familiarity went on and turned her honest self against current action. This was cruel, this wasn’t her. Gods above, she and Rainbow weren’t ever going to be the same but damn it all if this was how she dealt with things. Fucking her mom? The fact that it was going to be infidelity caused by her intentional actions was heinous enough. What was she supposed to do to keep that prismatic idiot quiet and not make her own soul curdle?

“So it’s good to see you again,” Windy said. Slowly, carefully giving her cup a whirl, she sent the darkened contents into a spin that was almost enough to cascade past the rim of her mug and scald fingertips; perhaps she and Rainbow had a common interest in a little risk throughout daily life. “It’s been a while, too! When was it last, a few months ago? You and Rainbow were here to watch some local races together, right?”

“Y- yeah.” Applejack wasn’t so sure how she should continue, considering what she’d come here for and what she considered now. “Thanks for letting me stay the night that night, by the way. I really appreciated it, I just… didn’t get to say thank you.”

“Aww, no problem! Anything for one of Rainbow’s friends,” Windy replied. “She sure thinks a lot of you, you know. She always said you’re the closest friend she’s got. And that means a lot when she hardly ever says something that meaningful about anyone! She’s a great friend, super loyal and all that, but hardly has a word to say about anyone else, does she?”

This was getting to be such a mistake. She was here, she was going to have to go through with it or confess as to why she’d come here at all. Gods above, which was worse? “I- I don’t know if I’m great as all that-”

Windy’s bright expression suddenly became something clouded, a fretful worry that only mothers could possess appearing upon her lips. “Hey, can- can you tell me something? Honestly?” Windy asked.

She already knew. She’d suckered Applejack in with friendliness and now was going to be the falling of the trap. Oh gods help her, this was how it was going to go; she hadn’t anticipated Rainbow actually telling anyone, especially after she’d specifically asked for the whole thing to be kept quiet until it was good and ready. And she couldn’t even do that? That little assbag, she deserves to find out I fucked her mom if that’s the case!

“Rainbow’s been kind of…” the morose woman became even moreso, staring down the contents of her mug as silence filled the gaps where her warmth had been. The eternal torment of a mothers was the endless pain that came with their role; no matter the age, the distance kept between, the struggles of their child would always reverberate and come to strike their own heart eventually. It was infallible fact that could only be felt and never truly understood. “She’s not been talking much to me lately.”

Applejack bit her lip. OK, so it wasn’t her worst nightmare, but certainly wasn’t good. This was going to get sticky real quick if she didn’t try to steer it away from dangerous waters. “So, umm-”

“I know we were kind of overbearing for the longest time, but she’s- that’s my little girl,” Windy murmured. “I just want her to be happy, but anything she’s sent me over the past few months just makes me think she’s not. And now it just seems like she’s all anxious about something, but won’t say what happened to get her that way.” The bright-faced woman regarded her companion. “You’re her closest friend. Can you help her Mama out and tell me what’s got her all in a funk?”

Fuck me up the ass with a rusty iron poker. Applejack had a million good reasons to say why she knew the truth, and not a single damned one of them was something she wanted to admit out loud. If Rainbow’s poor attitude had reached her mother already, then maybe there was reason to fret. What was she supposed to say that would alleviate the worry, make things better? There wasn’t much available for her to offer; Windy was only being a good mother, and Applejack’s only truthful answer was something she wouldn’t forgive. Gods, what was she supposed to say? With drink in hand, contents sloshing about the glass, the petrified farmgirl felt the beginnings of pressure against the forefront of her skull. This had been a mistake, it was such a mistake-

“Umm…” Applejack was struggling to find her voice, to find a way to say what needed to be said. Honesty and dishonesty were fighting it out within her and the devious anger that had brought her here was violently losing. Curse her fib-hating self, she was about to get herself killed! “So- Rainbow and I-”

The older woman’s ears perked up on that. “You and Rainbow?” She echoed. “This has something to do with you? Oh goodness, no wonder you’re here. This isn’t really just a social call.”

Did she dare smile? Likely not, it just might see her teeth get punched loose. Applejack was now fully zeroed in on, Windy’s mind working so swiftly that she could practically hear the gears whirring within. All it was going to take was putting two and two together! “I came, to- to…”

“Oh my god. I figured it out!” Windy’s gasp was a sound so palpable that Applejack gave an almighty leap from her seat as if she’d been stuck with a pin. The bright-faced woman had hands to her lips, eyes fixated upon her youthful guest and filled with the brightness of disbelief. “You want to start dating my Rainbow Dash! I can’t believe you waited so long, it’s about time!”

This- is this better, right? Or is it worse? Applejack’s frazzled mind couldn’t quite figure out which at the moment, too busy wondering what she was supposed to do next than to figure out any sort of emotional reaction to it all. “Uh-”

“And you came to ask my permission. Applejack, that is so quaint of you, I love it” Windy gave the stuttering woman a back-breaking hug, pushing ligaments to their limit; she had nothing on Applejack when it came to physical strength, but the enthusiasm made her feel like a vice grip! “No wonder Rainbow’s been so frustrated, she hates all that prim and proper crap, you’ve been making her feel like she’s going to have to wait forever! Oh, I always wondered if you two would ever get together. I’d kind of just hope you’d just start sleeping together and be done with it! Oh, this is such a relief to hear! I just wish I could say yes just like that.”

And to think she’d almost begun to believe she could get out of this unscathed. “Beg pardon?”

“Well,” Windy said sweetly, “if you’re here to ask for my Rainbow’s hand, I can’t just- give it away. That’s my awesome girl. My permission is something you have to earn. Surely you understand that, right?”

Considering that the alternative option was not leaving this house alive, Applejack wasn’t sure there was an option better than agreeing. Which also meant lying. “Of- of course,” she stammered. She felt her left eye twitch, something in her soul turn black as tar. She was a horrible liar, hated ever speaking one, and now needed to lie just to survive to the next second. “What do- is there anything I can do to make you happy?”

“A few things,” Windy declared, a little more coyly than before. Leaning forward in her seat, the hand that wrapped about Applejack’s fingers were not unpleasant even if the grip she maintained was ironshod. Back down to her seat did the farmgirl go, kept across from the still-smiling mother as she regarded her youthful companion. “After all, Rainbow deserves the very best. Don’t you think?”

She’d come here with the intent of infuriating her colorful once-friend, had tried to find a way out of it and, if her suspicions weren’t wrong, was about to be railroaded right into her original plan after all. The trapped blonde swallowed. “Uh.” She won’t take no for an answer, you jackass! “Yeah,” she managed weakly. “Definitely.”

“Good! So you’ll understand if put you through your paces for a little while, right? Just a few things to earn my approval.”

“Like..?” She knew she was trembling, but thank heaven that Windy wouldn’t know why.

“Oh…” Windy put a finger to her lips, eyes remaining on the farmgirl; up and down did she go, a few places given primary focus for a time, a pondering upon the abs that caused a strengthening of her smile. And the eyes to be wide and wild. “I think we’ll have to do a little kissing first.”

That… is a little more manageable than I expected. Not great, not terrible. Applejack’s conscience just might let her survive locking lips with a married woman. “OK, that’s-”

“Just a little, of course,” Windy emphasized, perhaps taking the blonde’s lighter disposition for excitement. “My Rainbow doesn’t like that sort of thing very much, you understand.”

The record scratch hurt her ears. “Say what now?”

“Then you’ll have to eat me out –simple, I know, but it’s Rainbow’s favorite- then…” Windy was speaking as if she knew the list by heart. “Well, you’ll have to take me for a ride, see how you handle some spanking, and how long you can last when I eat your ass. Rainbow has such stamina, you know, she can’t be with someone who wears out after just a few good licks. Surely you agree!”

Applejack gawked. There were many reactions she wanted to have from simple to complex, but the one that burned most brightly in her mind was probably why Windy knew any of this about her daughter at all.

On second thought, never ask.

Windy stared at her young companion, a tapping of her fingers as her arms had become folded. She sat there waiting for a response, for this stunned woman to come to life and have an assenting opinion. But damn it all, she’d been overwhelmed! This was the girl her Rainbow wanted to date? “Well? You agree, don’t you?”

“What? Oh crap- yes, ma’am!” Applejack cried, sitting up straight so quickly that she felt a crick form in her back. “I-”

“There we go. Goodness, you had me worried for a second!” Windy said, her smile coming back to life on her features. “Don’t be wilting on me, now! Bow and I were hoping Rainbow would choose you, you know. Someone who can keep the pace with our girl a little, just the kind of woman she needs in her life!”

“Bow- your husband knows about this?” Applejack gasped.

“Well, duh,” Windy said so matter-of-factly. “We discussed this years ago, he knows anyone my Rainbow wants to date has to be approved by me. He even thinks it’s the right idea.” Her eyes turned to slits, the smile now something sultry and eager. “Now get over here, sweetie. And pucker up!”

Faced with keeping up a ruse that felt akin to conning a widow out of her fortune or being dragged into the hellish fires of oblivion, a very petrified Applejack couldn’t decide which result would be worse. One wouldn’t let her live with herself, and the other wouldn’t let her live; how was she supposed to choose? “Oh man.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Windy cried, finally pushed to frustration and taking matters into her own hands; about that freckled face did she clasp her hands, pulling Applejack in for a kiss so ferocious that any hopes of holding breath was lost in an instant. So passionate, so powerful, so absolutely relentless that the world’s focal point became the unity of their lips, tightening into a singular space that was the meeting place of heightened nerves and softened flesh- at last relinquished so that they might resuscitate and breathe the free air. “Come on, cowgirl, don’t you wanna make me proud? Kiss me like you mean it, sweetheart!”

No choice, no way out that wouldn’t involve shame or a violent death. Applejack acted only upon instinct now and kissed Windy back, doing whatever she could to match the woman’s absolutely wild ferocity. Unhinged, maddened, unrestrained acts of sapphic pleasure were all that she could bring. Windy didn’t want a simple peck on the lips- she wanted to be kissed, a thorough drenching of her lips, fanatical wrestling of tongues until their slobber spattered their faces, pulls of lip so fierce that Applejack was sure she was going to come away from this encounter bruised. And every time she thought she’d found the peak of this united madness, Windy seemed to want more.

If this is how she kisses, Applejack found herself thinking in the midst of the deilirium, what’s it like when she fucks?!

“Now that’s more like it, sweetheart!” Windy said, pulling away from Applejack’s mouth and letting a particularly thick ream of saliva splat across her chin, breaths coming in rapid and hot- but eyes remaining wild and full of excitement. “You’re not so bad at this, I guess. But can you suck me dry? Come on, show me what you’ve got!”

There was little else to do but go along with it, the farmgirl’s mind in such a fervor that she could only act and obey. Firmly into Windy’s lap did she plant herself, taking the woman in a vicegrip and plucking out her tongue with a swiftness, practically devouring that pink, succulent delight and giving it the most thorough suck of her life. A fierce, fast drag that pulled spittle from atop the tongue, the flavor of Windy pouring deep down her throat; a trio of swift sucks before she slowed and allowed the feeling to deepen. Every inch of her must feel this, overwhelm the nerves within-

“Mmm. Mmph! Ooh, hold on a second!” Windy actually forced her partner away, a hand pushing back Applejack from her place atop her. The gingered woman seemed to need a moment, almost as if left dazed by the gesture. “Now that wasn’t what I meant!”

“Uh-”

“Ooh, that was-” Windy gave herself another shake, a strange sort of smile on her features. “Well, I know Rainbow doesn’t care for that sort of thing. A pity, that felt good, I’d rather want more-”

“What- how do you know-”

“I meant eat my pussy, Applejack,” Windy said, and so she spread her legs so as to emphasize the matter. “I actually bet you feel amazing, knowing how you sucked my tongue. Can you prove it to me?”

“I- I can.” Applejack was sure the last few sentences spoken into the world might have broken her mind somewhere along the way, but she didn’t have much of the capacity to think about it just now. Sliding out of Windy’s lap, she watched as the motherly woman unzipped her jeans and quickly cast them aside, leaving her folds concealed only by a simple pair of cream panties, a brush of hair leading just beyond the edge of fabric.

“I’m a bit old-school,” Windy said, perhaps taking note of the younger woman’s ongoing physical assessment. “Know what I mean? Hope you know how to work your way through the bush!”

Not really something she spent much time thinking about, but Applejack slid down those panties from where they rested and forced Windy back down into her seat, positively ensnaring her there as she held those legs fast in her grasp. Down on her knees in between those fine thighs, the part of Applejack’s mind that hadn’t fully succumbed to the wildness of this moment considered what lay before her. A rather pleasant-looking slit, a tinge of wetness there even after all the ferocity of their wild makeout session; more labia protruding outwards than what her own possessed, but a soft coloring to it- and a rather magnificent bush about it, well-groomed and clearly cared for.

She hadn’t meant to let instinct push into this at all, she was only meant to operate for the necessity of survival. But try as she might to be the rational one about the house, Applejack couldn’t help but feel a heat somewhere in the back of her mind; creeping forward, filling her eyes with humid mist and making her mouth drool. By no means did she intend for it, but she liked what she saw- and needed to make a meal of it.

“Oh, yeah! I knew that mouth of yours was good!” Windy moaned, leaning over and reveling in this rare sapphic pleasure. “You probably could even make Rainbow start moaning if you keep this up!” A lick deep within, then a good pull on her lower lips as the farmgirl thoroughly explored her meal in detail; the older woman felt nothing but bliss. “Yes, just like that! Ooh, you have to keep going!”

Applejack wasn’t really all sure she had much of a choice in the matter, but complying didn’t seem to be the worst idea in the world. Especially when Windy’s hands came about her skull and positively forced her further in where not even the slightest puff of air could find her. The feel of this thick curtains upon her face, as well as their lush trimmings, elicited a twitch somewhere in her brain, the need to delve even further. Perhaps a coating of tongue deep in the recesses of this glistening feast? Or once more into the breach where the greatest pleasures seemed to elicit the steamiest sighs? There was so much to choose from. Perhaps what was best was just pleasant, contented latherings of affection as mouth fell upon its lower mate, seeing to its pleasure with a stream of kisses. Or maybe some tugs, Applejack falling upon thin layer of moist flesh and giving it gentle nibbles, plucking at the labia and suckling on it like the candy it was. She could truly soak in the flavors there, drenched in flavor and becoming coated with more the longer the farmgirl kept up her ministrations.

A small pause; tension in the muscles of the body upon which she lathered, indication of a struggle to keep oneself in check. “Oh, that’s the sort of stuff, girlie!” Windy sighed, enjoying herself and eager to have more time with her current partner. “You’re doing pretty good, almost like you know just what Rainbow likes! Keep it up and leave me drenched!”

There were about five thousand different things Applejack wanted to find discomforting in that one statement, but beginning with any of them was sure to cause trouble. To save her skin from being flayed, Applejack merely dove right back into the sweet, soaking core of her cougar commander and ate like she was a woman who’d been left to starve. Pulling and sucking on everything she could find, from labia to clit and any external wonder she could put her lips to. The blonde beauty was delighted that Windy’s vaginal juices were doing wonders at making a mess of her face, because the deep red she probably wore burned worse than fire; she knew exactly how to make this woman cry out, and pushing her to the limit would only take a little longer.

For reasons I can never, ever say.

In due time, Windy gave the silken cry of a woman at the peak, whole body tightening in reflex as the waves came crashing down, she pouring out her happiness onto Applejack’s awaiting face. She took the blow, drinking in the flavor and finding it pleasant on the tongue. She was probably left a mess, judging by how much Windy had managed to gush, but there were worse ways to be. She could be honest right now.

“Well… Applejack, you’ve got quite the mouth on you!” Windy managed, whole body heaving from the ecstasy that had just coursed through her frame. She looked down at her crawling companion with a delight that spoke of motherly pride, in a place so absolutely out of place for such a thing. “I certainly do think you know how to make my Rainbow go wild! That’s quite a feat!”

Applejack forced herself to look away in case emotions revealed her; this was not the time for Windy to know what had actually gone down. God forbid the truth ever came out!

“Now… how about we kick things up a notch, huh?” Windy said. In an instant all of her exhaustion was lost, she leaping to her feet and looking down at the helpless Applejack as though she were a piece of meat. “You’ve definitely got the skills- but do you have the endurance? I mean, have you seen what my Rainbow can do?”

“Uh, have you?”

“Of course I know what my baby girl’s capable of! Goodness, what sort of question to ask. Now-” In an instant, before Applejack could even realize what was about to happen, Windy leapt over her and put her down on all fours like an animal, centered upon her back and giving her plush ass a good spank.

The yelp was instinctive. “Hey, what the hell-!”

“Don’t let me down now, you wild thing!” Windy said, giving the blonde’s buttocks another swift slap and pretending to ride her like an animal. “Show me what rough stuff you can take, and make it fun!”

Even Applejack’s experience had not prepared her for this level of strange, and her bedroom knowledge on this subject matter was uncomfortably thorough. ‘Take me for a ride’ had registered in her brain as a strap-on, not whatever the hell this was, she being strutted around the house and beckoned to behave like a wild bronco. Windy seemed to relish the opportunity, pushing Applejack ‘through her paces’ and seeing her bottom more thoroughly slapped than a mess of biscuit batter at the hands of an angry baker. All across the house did Windy parade her prize, Applejack demanded to play along and be the unwilling steed to her elder at command. Windy would spur her, jostle in the ‘saddle’ or nearly fall over, continuing what was the strangest roleplay Applejack had ever known. When she was at last given the authority to be ‘taken back to the stables’ by Windy’s energized order, the younger woman wondered if even her great mental fortitude would be enough to see to the healing of this incredible scarring. Truly, all ranching work had been ruined forever. God forbid she ever had to put horseshoes on something ever again.

“Now, let me examine my beautiful mare,” Windy said in a facsimile drawl, gripping Applejack’s luscious buttocks and giving them a good squeeze- enough to hurt as her fingers dug in. “Ooh, she’s dripping… maybe she needs to mate!”

“Oh my god I’m in Hell.”

“Aww, it’s just teasing, sweetheart! Don’t worry much about it!” Windy’s hand fell upon the raw part of her ass with another slap, this one positively scorching with pain. “Don’t worry, you’ve been great the whole time! I’m gonna reward you. You’ll just need to… hold on for a while. Be a good lover for my Rainbow and be able to last, won’t you? You definitely seem like the perfect match.”

“So what’re- OH!” Whatever confusion she’d had was gone in an instant as Windy’s tongue began its methodical rimming. Buttcheeks spread open, the older woman had begun to dig deep into her meal and was eating voraciously, an incredibly long tongue poking deep into the depths of the farmgirl’s buttocks.

“Agh- fuck… ing hell.” Applejack was not one to lose control easily, but the measures Windy was performing upon her were brutal; worked up from a long session of sensuous foreplay, giving, roleplay- and now this! Her body was already tense and eager for relief, and the demand that she hold fast was one that she was afraid to fail. Applejack would simply have to grin and bear it, not falter as this crazy mother performed her tonguework upon her sphincter.

“Mmm… you taste delicious, Applejack!” Windy declared, kissing the younger woman’s bottom right atop the red, slapped skin. “Ooh, no wonder you wear jeans all the time, they definitely make your ass look even fatter! I bet my Rainbow loves that about you!” Without another word, Windy dove deep into the plush interior of the apple farmer’s cheeks and ate hungrily.

“Gah!” Applejack cried out, lowering herself onto the floor and reaching out for something to hold onto. This wasn’t fair, it positively wasn’t! She’d gotten herself into an unbelievable mess that she hardly had a clue how to get out of and the worst part was just how damn good this felt! Windy’s tongue was a dripping-wet snake, finding crevices of her ass that even she didn’t know existed. Gripping in hard, she could feel the mature woman’s fingers squeezing and kneading the beautifully crafted muscle and fat beneath, occasionally marked by the occasional spank as though Windy wished to hear her prey give a little cry. In fact, every yelp the blonde gave seemed to elicit a deeper dive, more vigorous eating of the meal. Beautifully, wonderfully torturous.

“Oh come on…” Applejack’s moan came by need of a simple plea, sweaty hands dragging along the floor. Her buttocks were held captive by her partner and she hardly had the capability of even moving. It was a miracle her upper half could even squirm-!

Slap! Windy couldn’t resist hearing that glorious sound once more and the cry of pain that came with it. Applejack was barely hanging on by a thread and she knew it, her deep mining of this freckled bottom seeing the younger woman writhe. Oh, she could almost feel the adorable freckles that marked the skin, this fabulous, muscular body contorting and writhing beneath her skilled lapping. Applejack was in rapturous agony and still refused to give in, quite the testament as far as this colorful matriarch was concerned. So perhaps it was time to reward such perseverance..!

Applejack’s first inclination had been to cry out. To make noise, moan aloud, even sigh from a purely primal delight and let the struggle within lessen a bit. But Windy’s sudden voraciousness was too overpowering, enough to make her lose all capability of endurance. All she could do was go tense and ride this brilliant, crashing wave that consumed all of her senses. Applejack felt orgasm crush her body and render the whole world a beauteous white. Overpowering pleasure consumed everything she knew, rending herself from the world as this painful, masterful satisfaction overcame her. Folds gushed from the pleasure of it, thickened liquid spattering down onto the once-clean floor beneath her, the pressure lessening just enough so that Applejack could give a weakened mewl of happiness before falling to the floor. The grip on her butt disappeared, but she noticed not just yet. She managed to find the floor and lay there, panting from the exertion that had pushed through her with the force of a train. Applejack’s mind was clouded with contentment, the chemicals pouring through her; the world was peaceful and happy, and for now that was all she needed to know.

Time passed, but she knew not how long or how little. A hand fell down below her face for her to hold on to, and when the wherewithal returned, the farmgirl knew to grab it. Up onto her feet did she rise, Windy there before her and sporting a grin of brilliant satisfaction.

“Well, aren’t you the trooper! Goodness, I put you through your paces and you did brilliantly! I just know you’ll be the perfect partner for Rainbow!” As if unable to resist one last little doting of affection, she leaned in and placed a dirty kiss on Applejack’s lips.

Not the best flavor I could taste right now, Applejack surmised.

“I knew it. I just knew that you’d be the one who’d have the guts to go the distance with my Rainbow Dash!” The bright-faced woman declared, shining brilliantly even though the whole of her was a disheveled, stained mess. “I can’t wait to hear how you two do. I bet you and Rainbow would be wild enough to tear down a barn!”

Gasping, still struggling to truly gain control of herself, Applejack stared at her companion in a haze of confusion. But slowly, surely, the droplets of reality began to seep through the miasma and reawaken her to the troubles of her current scenario, seeing to it that her current tranquility wouldn’t last. She had come here for a completely dishonest act, tried to find a way to back out of it, and then had been forced into heinous infidelity for the sake of saving her skin from the wrath of the most demented mother in the world. What pleasure she’d felt before evaporated more quickly than the morning dew, replaced by an indelible shame.

I am… a terrible person.

Windy brought her armpit up for inspection and took a wiff, nose wrinkling at the results found. “Whew! Looks like Mama needs a shower. You certainly put me through a workout, Applejack,” she said. “Here, why don’t you use the guest shower while I clean up? My treat for being such a good sport about everything.” The short-haired woman looked upon her younger partner and gave a beaming smile. “You have my blessing to be with Rainbow Dash. Gosh, I just know you two will be the most perfect couple. I can’t wait to hear how the first date goes!”

She’d shriveled to something two inches tall by the time Windy had walked upstairs to the master bathroom, Applejack too ashamed to take up the offer and be made clean before departing. All she could do was put on her clothes and walk out, the shame of her prior actions far worse than what embarrassment could arise from her sapphic pong. She’d come here to be vengeful and her conscience hated her for it. The revenge had been bad enough, but now she’d somehow managed to get Windy to sin right alongside her. Promise-breaker was what she had made the woman be now. Unfaithful.

Applejack dipped the brim of her Stetson low and kept her head down, ignoring any and every stare that came her way. Whatever world was away from her farmland was one she didn’t want to be a part of.

Author's Note

Holy gods, I thought I'd never get this stupid thing done. You know when I first started working on this chapter? Seven months ago. I swear, whatever illness I picked up from HI just absolutely destroyed my desire to write. Combined with a million other different things (I've barely been home the past two months), I'm amazed I even sat down to get this done. About time I returned to this series; the first of many I need to resurrect.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think. Sorry for the insane delay.