A chilly, quiet night fell upon Sweet Apple Acres. The Apple family had a successful harvesting day, and everypony turned in for the night. Everypony but Applejack. She had an excuse at the ready when Big Mac noticed that she still remained at the barn.

"Not tired yet?" He'd ask. Applejack would shrug

"Gotta make sure the barn is all good before I get some shut eye" she'd reply. He'd squint at her, before yawning and stretching his arms and legs then slink off toward the main house.

Applejack was sweeping the barn floor in front of the large bales of hay when she heard 3 gentle knocks against the door. She bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't smile. She knew who it was, and her heart skipped a beat knowing that they'd be waiting on the other side of the door. She flexed her fingers to calm herself down a bit as she walked to the barn door. She opened the door to see a unicorn with a gorgeous white coat, wearing a pink silk robe, her purple hair wrapped in a slightly messy bun, her beautiful blue eyes nervously looking from left to right. Applejack let a small smile escape.

"Howdy, Rarity, " she said in a low voice. The unicorn gave a small yet warm smile back.

“Terribly sorry for coming so late, dearest Applejack,” she said apologetically, looking into the farmer’s comforting, green eyes, “He took a lot longer than expected to fall asleep.” Applejack took a couple steps back while opening the barn door wider, allowing Rarity inside.

“Ya ain’t slippin’ him sleepin’ pills, are ya?” She joked. Rarity slapped her arm in response, her brows furrowed contrasting with humor in her eyes.

“Applejack, how could you ever even assume that of me?” Rarity replied, placing her hand on her chest looking away from the farmer dramatically. Applejack let out a small chuckle as she walked behind the large bales, bringing out a bottle and two wine glasses in one hand and a plate filled with cheeses and crackers. She heard a soft “oh” come from Rarity, causing her to blush a light pink.

“I figure I’d make yer visit a tad more comfortable, heh,” Applejack replied sheepishly, placing the refreshments on a conveniently positioned bale of hay. She sat on one end and beckoned for the fashionista to sit on the other side. “Sorry ‘bout not grabbin’ a cushion for ya, Big Mac’s already askin’ enough questions t’ make me sweat a little” She said as Rarity sat down.

“Oh darling, it’s quite alright. I wasn’t expecting you to go this far as it is!” Rarity replied as Applejack grabbed the bottle. She twisted the cork off of the top with relative ease, a loud ‘pop!’ echoing through the barn. Rarity squinted at the bottle, trying to look for the label.

“What kind of wine is that?” She asked as Applejack filled her own glass. She hovered the lip of the bottle over Rarity’s glass.

“It’s somethin’ I’m workin’ on,” she replied matter-of-factly as she filled Rarity’s glass. She put the bottle down onto the floor, the cork pushed back in slightly,” I remembered overhearin’ you ‘nd Fluttershy talkin’ ‘bout how ya’ll wish there was a wine that could be light and airy yet sweet and flavorful,” she picked up the glass and swirled the contents gently,”Ain’t as great as Mac’s hard cider but I think it’s pretty up there.” She nodded at the unicorn with a smirk.

“Give it a try,” She encouraged, “I recommend swirlin’ it around a bit to wake the flavors.” She watched as Rarity lifted the glass and followed her suggestion, taking a small sip. Her heart hopped several beats as Rarity’s expression changed from curiosity to pleasantly surprised.

“Oh Applejack, this is absolutely resplendent! What is this?” Rarity asked, taking another sip. Applejack swirled her wine looking at the fashionista with a smile.

“Th’ main ingredient is apples, of course, but I started havin’ ideas of mixin’ in some grapes, a couple of peach slices, and just a spoonful of zap apple jam,” she took a sip before looking back at Rarity, “I was thinkin’ a lil zap apple jam would give it the kick it needs, y’know?” She casted a glance at Rarity’s glass and noticed it was empty. She casually grabbed it and refilled it, giving a soft chuckle as Rarity ate a slice of cheese sheepishly.

“Glad ya’ll like it sugarcube, but do be mindful,” she began, placing the bottle back in it’s resting place,”this stuff may taste light, but it packs one heck of a kick,” She leaned against the bales of hay behind her, resting her arm on the bale hay holding the refreshments, and gave Rarity a warm smile. “Now, what’s on yer mind?” Rarity rolled her eyes and groaned.

“Ugh, where to begin?”

Applejack and Rarity would always have these late night meetings, Rarity sneaking out of her boutique to come over to Sweet Apple Acres and just have a night of angry ranting, gossiping, and Applejack's favorite part, talking about their...sexual excursions. It was Applejack’s favorite because it was mostly a tipsy Rarity ranting about her latest lay and how sexually frustrated she is. It also gives Applejack the opportunity to bite her tongue as her fashionista friend (and the object of her affections) spoke. The amount of times she had to dance around the topic of her own sexual encounters almost outweigh the embarrassing amount of times she nearly gave away her feelings toward Rarity.

Almost.

She watched as Rarity was hit with the strength of the wine, her cheeks becoming a bit more flushed, her eyelids lowering, but her speech remaining in its fast paced clarity. Apparently, the conversation instantly went to her frustrations with Trenderhoof, especially with his performance in the bedroom. She threw her arms up in frustration as her voice grew in volume.

“I mean, it’s bad enough that I have to do most of the work to get you off, at least attempt to arouse me! Try to get me off! Act like you care!” She shouted angrily. Applejack couldn’t help but snicker, grabbing Rarity’s attention.

“Stallion troubles, huh?” Applejack chuckled, eating a couple of crackers. Rarity gave an exasperated sigh.

“You would think at least one of them would know how to show a mare a good time,” she muttered into her glass before taking a sip. The farmer scoffed before downing and refilling her glass.

“Tell me ‘bout it. If I had a bit for ev’ry single time I had a stallion go limp on me after he got his, I’d probably be cozied up with them fancy ponyfolk by now,” Applejack chuckled lightly. It took her some time before she realized that an ever so intrigued Rarity was now staring at her intently, her face resting comfortably in her palms.

“Oh don’t mind me darling, do continue” She spoke excitedly as if she realized Applejack may have some new secrets to share. Applejack’s cheeks turned a bright crimson as her ears laid flat against her head.

Shoot, she thought, I just had t’ open my dag gone muzzle!

“I-I’m sure ya’ll don’t wanna hear about all that!” she sputtered. It was Rarity’s turn to scoff.

“Nonsense! You have to deal with me complaining about my own sexual frustrations! It’s only fair that you get to air out your grievances!” she replied. Applejack felt the room warm up a bit.

Uh...tell her that ya ain’t got no idea how to start! She thought.

“I-I wouldn’t even know where to start ha ha!”

“Oh just begin darling!”

Shoot! She panicked. Uh…T-try saying it's too vulgar!

"I-it might be a bit vulgar!"

"Oooh even better!" There was no avoiding it. She'd have to talk about it. She sighed and chewed her bottom lip before downing her glass with an audible gulp.

“Alright, fine,” Applejack said, watching Rarity sit up excitedly. Applejack leaned her head back and looked at the roof, “So, it kinda started with Caramel-” Rarity cut her off with a loud gasp.

“Caramel?!” She shouted. Applejack shushed her, blushing harder.

“Yes! Caramel! He kept comin’ by th’ farm and, well, I kinda picked up that it wasn’t b’cause of our apples, per say.”

“Oooooh~,” Rarity replied teasingly, “I suppose Caramel wanted to try a different kind of apple.” Applejack groaned as the unicorn winked and took another sip. Applejack continued with her story.

“Well, he offered to have a quickie and I decided to take him up on it.” Applejack shrugged

“Ooh how was it?” Rarity asked. Applejack scrunched up her nose.

“Fella figured a bit o’ rough rammin’ would start the engine, when he needed help puttin’ the key in the ignition,” Applejack grumbled while Rarity wound up choking and sputtering on the wine. The farmer had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing.

“B-but,” the seamstress managed to say through coughing, ” were you able to at least finish at some point?” the farmer shook her head.

“I thought it was just th’ one time, but I noticed that with ev’ry other partner I’ve had just… didn’t hit th’ mark,” Applejack sighed frustratedly,” Shoot, I’ve had to think about somethin’ else t’ get off.” There was a silence as Applejack slowly realized that she may have exposed herself a little bit more, and her face went redder. She watched as Rarity’s cheeks went a tint redder.

“So..” Rarity started up. Applejack braced herself for the question as she continued, ”What do you think about?” There it is. Applejack flicked her ear.

“Hmm?”

“To get off, darling” Rarity clarified, her voice a bit more reserved, “w-what do you think about?”

“Well…”the farmer played with the individual straws of hay, rationalizing with herself.

Talk about th’ kinks,she thought, Just don’t mention her.

“ I guess it depends,” the farmer sat up a bit more as she continued,”When I’m on top I just think about drivin’ them crazy, y’know?”

“And how would you do that?” Rarity asked, flicking her tail. Applejack’s eyes lowered, her mind conjuring up the raunchy images as she explained.

“I’d probably start by some, uh, light teasin’-”

“Light teasing?”

“Yeah. Some light touches, gentle biting,” Applejack’s mind flashed images of herself leaving teeth marks along a white unicorn’s chest. She felt herself growing warmer, ”I’d move nice and slowly too, and I’d stop right before I get t’ their lower bits,” The heat in the room seemed to intensify as she continued,”I’d hover right where they’d want me and watch ‘em squirm, and I’d only give ‘em what they want when they beg for it. I’d take ‘em right up to the edge, then at the last minute, right when they’re close, I’d pull away, just to watch 'em get as hot, bothered and beggin' as possible." Another silence. Applejack heard the unicorn shift against the hay pile ever so slightly.

"And...suppose they...beg to your liking?" Rarity asked, gliding her finger around the rim of her glass. A smirk danced on Applejack’s lips, her mind conjuring the image of her needy sub begging for her to push them over the edge and give them the release they crave.

"I'd give 'em what they want an' more," she said, her voice a tad lower and deeper than she intended. Once again silence. The farmer’s mind left the fantasy and returned to reality, her face heating up at the realization that she just opened up a tad too much about her kinks. She casted a glance at Rarity, who's eyes were wide and cheeks redder than earlier (hopefully from th' wine, Applejack thought), before looking in her lap.

"S-sorry bout that, sugarcube," Applejack finally spoke again,refilling her glass. She moved the rim of her glass to her lips,"Might've overdone it a bit an-"

"What if you were a submissive?" Rarity interjected. Applejack tried to respond, but a bit of spit made too far of a turn in her throat and instead of going into the esophagus, it went down her windpipe and choked her. She put her glass down and began sputtering and coughing.

"W-what did you say? "Applejack sputtered.

"You know, when somepony's being dominant over you, leading the foreplay," Rarity casually explained.

"I know what 'submissive' means!" Applejack replied, flustered, "What I meant was yer question!"

"Oh!" Rarity’s head bounced up off of her palm as she realized what Applejack was talking about. She gently rested her head back into her palm,"What if you were submissive?" Her eyes had lowered, a small smile rested on her lips as Applejack stared at her wide eyed, unable to proceed the question. Rarity shrugged.

"You seemed to have a built in fantasy for when you're the dominant one, so I just assumed that you had a submissive fantasy," she said matter-of-factly. Applejack rubbed the back of her neck lightly.

"I, uh,"the farmer muttered, "i haven't really...given it much thought t' be honest, heh," Applejack replied. Rarity scoffed as she got to her hooves and walked a couple paces in front of the farmer. Applejack looked up at her friend, bemused.
“Mind if I share one of my own?” Rarity asked, a sly grin on her lips and her eyes half-lidded. Applejack nodded, an action she quickly somewhat regretted as the unicorn untied the rope around her waist, allowing the robe to open and show her undergarments. She wore a dark violet negligee, accompanied with black garters and netted tights. The workhorse’s face went red, drinking in the sight of Rarity. Rarity smirked.

"Good to know that somepony can appreciate the hardwork I put into my figure," she said, causing the farmer to snap back into reality. The farmer looked away, extremely ashamed of her actions toward somepony who was supposed to be her friend.

"Oh no darling, don't look away!" She heard Rarity say,"You're supposed to be indulging me and my fantasy! "

She uh...does have a point, she rationalized with herself. She bit the inside of her cheek and looked back at her very, very attractive friend. Rarity placed a hand on her hip, smiling deviously at her flustered, farmer friend.

"Picture this, Applejack," the fashionista began, slowly walking towards her. Applejack couldn’t help but be captivated by the sway of her hips as she walked, “your wrists are bound to the headboard-”

“My wrists 're what?” Applejack interrupted. It took her a moment to realize that her friend was hovering above her, a hoof on each side of the farmer’s waist. Rarity lowered herself into Applejack’s lap, their muzzles a few inches apart. Applejack felt her body heat up, her cheeks a deep red.

“R-Rarity?” Applejack managed to sputter out, only for a single white finger to rest on her orange lips. Rarity’s half lidded gaze rested on that finger, before slowly meeting Applejack’s, her gorgeous sapphire blue eyes filled with a feeling Applejack was afraid of mislabeling.

“Shhh,” she cooed, “you’re not supposed to interrupt, darling.” Applejack only responded with a small nod, earning a smile from the unicorn. She moved her hips upward a bit, causing the earth pony to sweat.

“Now where were we?” She continued,” Ah! Yes! Your wrists are bound to the headboard, completely stripped bare of your clothes,” she slowly slid her finger from the flustered farmer’s lips to under her chin, “your nethers, aching and dripping wet from excitement and anticipation. Your body, hot and sensitive to the touch,” she gently lifted her friend’s chin so that she could hover her lips over the earth pony’s own. Applejack looked into the unicorn’s eyes as she spoke, “ your Dominant looks into your eyes, their own filled with desire and mischief.” She leaned her head closer, their lips centimeters apart, Applejack’s breath hitched, “as they lean close to your lips, barely above a whisper, they tell you ‘I can’t wait to make you mine.’” A shiver ran down Applejack’s spine straight to her lower region, causing her to buck her hips involuntarily. Rarity’s cheeks went red, a soft chuckle leaving her lips as she sat upright in her friend’s lap.

“I didn’t think I painted the picture all that well!” she said, giggling. She reached over to grab her glass as Applejack’s mind went buzzing, recovering from the fantasy Rarity laid out in front of her. She watched as the fashionista finished her glass, noticing how red her cheeks were. Her eyes lit up, almost as if she had a realization, placing the glass down on the bale of hay.

“ I almost forgot!” she piped up, snapping Applejack from her haze,” I won’t be in Ponyville for the next two weeks.” Applejack looked confused.

“Wha, why?” she asked. Rarity put her hands together, smiling excitedly.

“Fashion Week!” she replied.

“‘Fashion Week?’” Applejack asked.

“ A week in Canterlot where each invited seamstress shows off their best designs to impress the big names in couture!” The unicorn rested her hands onto Applejack’s abdomen as she continued,” The first week is for artists to settle in, see the sights, and get some relaxing done. The actual week doesn’t actually begin until the second week.” Applejack nodded in understanding.

“I’m guessin’ Trenderhoof is excited to go with you?” She said, trying to keep the hint of jealousy to a minimum. She blinked in surprise as Rarity scrunched her muzzle in disgust.

“I’m using it as a break away from him actually” she replied dryly, “and, well to be honest Applejack, I was hoping you would go with me.” Applejack’s eyes went wide with shock.

“Wh-?!” she sputtered, trying to form a sentence,”But wouldn’t Fluttershy be a better fit? I don’t know a doggone thing ‘bout fashion!”

“Fluttershy was the one who suggested you in the first place,” Rarity replied plainly,”she and I both agreed that it would be a great opportunity to say... hang out more than just our nightly meetings and occasional picnics.” Applejack opened and closed her mouth, unsure about how to reply. Sure, she’d love to spend more time one on one with Rarity, it’d be a dream to, but there’s Trenderhoof, and the lack of privacy in a town where everypony knows everypony, and the work on the farm-

“I don’t think the farm can handle me bein’ gone fer such a time,” Applejack muttered.

“Oh, I actually spoke to Big Mac about that.”

“Y’ what?” Applejack said, taken by surprise. The fashionista shrugged.

“I merely asked if it was alright to take you away with me for two weeks. He was only a little concerned because he knew fashion wasn’t your interest, but ultimately he decided it’d be a wonderful opportunity for you to take a vacation,” She explained.

“But...But what about th’ farm?” the farmer asked, bewildered.

“He just told me to tell you that you ‘owe him one’,” Rarity responded. Applejack pondered her options. She could go with Rarity and spend a good two weeks away with just the two of them, or let the opportunity pass her by and just stay on the farm.

“I...uh…”Applejack began. She couldn’t really make up her mind, the pros and cons clouding up her judgement. It certainly didn’t help that she felt Rarity shift her hips in her lap. Applejack jumped a bit, looking at Rarity, who had a pouty expression and batting her eyelashes.

“ Pleeeeeeaaaaase Applejack?” she begged, her voice hitting a tone and pitch that left a breath caught in the farmer’s throat,”I promise I’ll make sure you’ll have a wonderful time,” she gently stroked Applejack’s cheek with the back of her palm, lowering her voice just a touch,”and I promise that you’ll feel both relaxed and entertaiined,”

She’s gonna be the death of me, Applejack thought as she let out a resigned sigh.

“Alright, I’ll go with ya.”

“You will?!”

“Yeah, I...suppose it could be a good break away from th’ farm, heh,”Applejack rubbed the back of her neck. Rarity squealed in excitement, making the farmer blush.

“ Oh thank you Applejack! You won’t regret it!” Rarity squeaked. Applejack gave her a smirk

“I do have some rules though,” she replied. Rarity sat upright in the farmer’s lap, giving her a quick nod.

“No prissy, fru fu outfits,” Applejack began. Rarity nodded. Applejack continued.

“No usin’ me as a dummy for yer outfits,” Rarity nodded again, taking longer than before to do so,”And…”

“ ‘ And’?” Rarity asked, waiting intently. Applejack took a deep breath, as stating her final request would be a double edged sword put in effect.

“And… I want a hundred percent honesty between us,” the farmer said softly. She looked into her friend’s eyes as she spoke, “I want us to be honest with each other from th’ moment we set hoof on that train t’ Canterlot, to th’ moment we make it back into Ponyville. No funny business.” She watched as Rarity stared at her for a few minutes, wide eyed. She then slowly raised her hand.

“Can we negotiate on the ‘dummy’ thing?” She asked. Applejack furrowed her brows.

“Rarity,” She replied dryly, causing the unicorn to roll her eyes and shrug.

“Alright alright,” Rarity replied, giving in, “ No prissy outfits, no using you as a dummy, and complete honesty.” Applejack nodded in approval. Rarity rose to her hooves and went to where her robe lay on the ground, bending over to pick it up (with Applejack barely pretending not to look.). Rarity shook and patted the robe free of any dirty and straws of hay, before putting it back on.

“Well I’ll be off,” She said with a smile, as she walked over to the barn door. As if on cue, Applejack stood up on her hooves and met her at the barn door. The fashionista stepped aside as the farmer opened the door for her. She smiled sweetly at the farmer,”See you at 5:30.”

“Wha, why?” Applejack asked, confused.

“Well Dear, the train to Canterlot leaves at 6 am! I’d like to be at the station thirty minutes before it departs the station.” She replied plainly. Applejack raised a brow.

“Wait… 5:30...Tomorrow mornin’?” Applejack asked.

“Well technically later today, but, precisely yes,” Rarity said with a smile. Applejack looked at her wrist to check the time on her watch. 3:30 am. She’d only have two hours to prepare. She looked back at Rarity, who was halfway through the door opening.

“Good niiiight~,” She sang as she left. Applejack gave a small wave, before closing the door and sighing. She looked at the bale of hay holding the platter, wine and glasses.

“Welp,” she said with a resigned sigh,”Might as well get this cleaned up so I can pack.”

Author's Note

hope you dig!
Will update when available!