The door creaked open a short time after she'd knocked, leaving her waiting for only a few seconds pondering what she was going to say. "Howdy, Shining Armor."
"Applejack," the man greeted her, smiling warmly. "If you're looking for Twilight, she's not in right now. She should be back in an hour or so."
"Ah know," the young woman explained. "She's got her chemistry club with Sunset, an' that'll probably overrun, knowin' her. Ah came because ah need to do somethin' while she's away."
"What might that be?"
"Can ah come inside? It's for her birthday."
"Of course. I wouldn't want to get in the way of that." He moved back, welcoming her into the house, and she gratefully stepped inside, closing the door behind herself. "What's the plan this time?"
"Ah'm lookin' for somethin' to get her as a gift, an' ah was hoping ah could find inspiration on her computer."
"We only have the one," Shining informed her, pointing to a desk at the far end of the room. "Our parents monitor it, and anything we've found in the search history is already something we get for our birthdays. It's practically become a game for us at this point. Twilight tried searching up 'pony' several times when she was eleven, but that was the one thing she never did get."
"Ah've got a few for sale back at the farm," Applejack joked, sharing a small chuckle with Shining.
"She's gotten over her horse girl phase. Besides, she wasn't anywhere near as disappointed as I was when I searched up 'spaceship' in a hundred different ways and didn't get to fulfill my dreams of becoming an astronaut. I don't suppose you have any spacecraft for sale at the farm?"
"Ah'm afraid not. Is there anythin' she's searched that y'all haven't got her yet?"
"Various books, electronics, gadgets, a subscription to Data Weekly - we've covered everything we know she wants. Sorry."
"Darn. Ah don't suppose ah could have a look 'round her room? Maybe ah'll find somethin'?"
The man thought about it briefly before nodding. "Sure, I don't see the harm in it. I'll let you know if she's coming."
"Thanks." With a nod of appreciation, the farmgirl hurried up the stairs, seeking out her friend's room. It wasn't hard to spot; the school report pinned to the door showing flawless grades was a sure indication that the room belonged to the academically astute girl. She paused, a gnawing paranoia at the possibility that the room could be occupied stopping her from entering immediately, and so she knocked cautiously, and again a few seconds later. Silence answered her, and she let out a sigh of relief. This was too important to let anything go wrong, and the usually collected woman found herself taking deep breaths as she pushed down on the handle and opened the door.
The room was just about what she expected; gizmos and gadgets in various states of construction and repair lined up on shelves and their parts stowed in clear plastic tubs and containers in pigeon holes, a bookshelf crammed with tomes and thick instructional texts, and neatly organised notes arranged by paper size on the workdesk. There was a handrawn diagram of a contraption she couldn't even begin to fathom or decipher pinned to the wall above the desk, and a hanging model of the solar system slowly rotating above the bed. The bedside drawer seemed to be reserved for photos of the bookworm and her friends, familiar faces smiling in a myriad of locations and poses, each one associated with some warm and comfortable memory. Notably, the photos of the bespectacled girl and Timber were absent.
Applejack felt mildly guilty about how glad that made her. She shouldn't take joy from her friend's hardship, but with how often Twilight had carried around photos of her and Timber - her phone background, her laptop screensaver, even photos in her locker at school - not seeing any in the woman's bedroom was a good sign. Well, good for Applejack, not good for Twilight; a sign the latter truly tried to separate herself from her latest and - as far as Applejack knew - only boyfriend. The long distance had proved too much, and while the breakup had been mutual and as amicable as it could've been, Twilight had been devastated by the return to friendship from what had been a brief but intense romantic connection. She'd been morose for the first week, but with the persistent help of her friends, she'd slowly improved, and Applejack was at the forefront of that effort.
Seeing Twilight hurt had hurt her, too, but it also filled her with hope and satisfaction, and that made Applejack ashamed. She knew why she felt the way she did, but that didn't stop that self-rebuking disgust at the selfish emotion as it cheered and applauded at the news of Twilight's sudden availability. It was a long shot, anyway - there was no way to know whether Twilight even liked girls, nevermind rural, stubborn, self-assured tomboys. As far as she knew, Twilight was into smart guys, men with a quiet confidence and wit and an encyclopedic knowledge of nerdy techno-talk, not muscle-clad men who could bench-press a truck and strum a banjo. It wasn't even like she had that advantage.
The blonde sighed as she glanced over the items in the room, running her eyes along the titles on the shelves. Everything she saw confirmed it; intelligence, academia, non-fiction, brains and smarts. Sunset matched those categories more than she did, and if she thought about it long enough, she could even believe that the rest of her friendship group outdid her in those areas too. Any one of them could've been better than her for Twilight, to say nothing of how they had qualities she couldn't hope to match. How could she compete with Fluttershy's soft understanding, Rarity's shimmering charisma, or Pinkie's boundless enthusiasm? She shook her head, huffing at herself for being stupid. She'd never gotten this worked up over anyone before, never felt this nervous or self-conscious. What was wrong with her?
This was why she needed to stand out, she told herself, forcing herself to read the notes without tuning out, trying to pick out something that she could use as a basis for a gift. Money in a card wouldn't do it, cash or a gift card for the mall wouldn't cut it, and something in vogue wouldn't do at all. It had to be something special, something Twilight needed or wanted more than anything else, something that could show that beautiful nerd that Applejack was serious, that she paid attention and could make a good girlfriend. The word echoed in her head; girlfriend. In spite of herself, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she felt a subtle wave of giddiness roll through her. What she wouldn't give to make that a reality. The notes were dense, full of technical terminology and nonsense, and the subject matter was too boring to even register with her, but she read on with interest anyway. She had no interest in the content, but the precision with which it was written, the care and love evidently poured into the practice, that was admirable and laudable, in her mind. She recognised that sort of passion and dedication, and it gave her hope that, in spite of their seemingly obvious differences, there was something in their outlooks that connected them. If not...well, she couldn't help but wallow in admiration, could she?
The notes gave her nothing. The posters gave her nothing. The doohickies all over the room seemed contemptuous in their refusal to give her anything, not only because she couldn't glean any information from them, but because they seemed to taunt her with how little she knew, as if emphasising the futility of her search. She could feel the weight of it as she ran her finger along the spines of the books that eluded her interest, growing more and more frustrated. Of all the places in the world she could hope to find unfiltered info about a person, their bedroom was the height of expectation, and yet she was just as stumped here as anywhere else she could've tried. Even the bookworm's bedside drawer offered little; not a diary to be seen anywhere, contrary to the farmgirl's expectations. Shutting the drawer with a slam and a huff, she dropped down onto her knees and peered under the bed, reaching underneath the narrow space to seek anything she could use. Maybe a secret diary about her hopes and wishes? Maybe she felt scared walking home at night, and could do with a homemade spray for convenient defence, or maybe she wanted a more efficient way to make her morning coffee, or even-
The blonde stopped as she brushed against something glossy. It felt distinctly out of place amongst the tidiness of the floor, and more importantly, it seemed to be tucked against the bed, rather than resting on the floor itself, like most lost items or things stored there temporarily or permanently. With little else to do, she pinched at one of the edges and tugged it from its resting spot, managing to slide it out and get a good view of it. A magazine - of course. If she wasn't building gadgets, she was reading about them. The cover wasn't what she expected, though, being a far cry from the nerdy sort of aesthetics that would usually attract someone of Twilight's personality. Instead, the cover was...
Applejack blinked, tilting her head to try and adjust her vision as she held the magazine up. This had to be a misunderstanding, she thought, but even as she tried to rationalise the situation in her head, the title glared at her; Wet and Wild: Raw-rul edition. It was fairly hard to misunderstand what it was, especially with the buxom woman on the cover wearing very tight, revealing clothing. It was impractical for what she was trying to do, which was apparently washing a truck, but it certainly drew the eyes. The fact the model was drenched didn't hurt, either, her skin beaded with droplets from what could only have been a hose, yet which the cover attempted to portray as spillage from the sponge in her hands. If that wasn't enough, the sultry lidded eyes made it perfectly clear what the photographer was going for.
"What is this doin' here?" Applejack asked herself, muttering the question out loud as she flicked open the first page. Was this Shining Armor's? Had he left it here when he wandered in, or put it here as a joke? But then why was it hidden? The magazine didn't hold any answers, but it did pose an awful lot of new questions. The photos ranged in quality and class, with some deeply suggestive poses thrown by sultry models, but the vast majority were unabashed, unadulterated porn; women wearing cowboy hats and nothing else posing proudly for the camera, women in flannel shirts on their knees looking sideways at the viewer with their mouths wrapped around excessively-sized penises, women making out with other women, and, of course, women taking it hard from strong, burly cowboys. Applejack was awed, completely blindsided by the presence of such ardent smut in her nerdiest friend's room. The only person she'd be more surprised to find hoarding this would be Fluttershy.
Even with the shock of the discovery on her hands, she couldn't miss the additions to the magazine. It was too incongruent, catching her eye and reverting her attention away from the posture to see what was off about the image. Slices of paper had been stuck onto the pages, shapes overlaying the heads of the models. Other people, Applejack realised, her brain taking a few seconds to process what she'd seen. When she did, she paused, started at the top of the page, and looked through again, her eyes widening as she did.
That was her face.
The page was a collage of strippers posing and posturing, some on poles, some with furniture, and others with no props other than their own talent, but every single individual frame bore a superimposed face atop the model. It was unmistakably her, from the tanned skin and blonde fringe to the prominent freckles across her cheeks. The entire page was like a votive offering to her, illustrating her twerking, hanging upside down from a pole, holding up a gravity-defying rack, bent over and spreading her cheeks for the audience to admire, and filling herself with toys of all descriptions. Her face looked back at her as she took positions she'd never thought to in real life, posed and played with herself shamelessly, and exhibited herself for the pleasure of whoever wanted to read this salacious publication. It should have been horrifying, mortifying, disgraceful, and creepy, but in spite of herself, Applejack found herself licking her lips. If it were anyone else, she would've marched right up to them and slapped them around the head with the magazine - but she couldn't help but feel thrilled at being wanted so carnally, admired so perversely by someone who she never would've guessed would have ever been interested in her, nevermind in such an obscene way.
If the collage had been a goldmine, the next page was a raw vein of platinum. The photo took up a full page, or near enough, and there were two faces glued to the paper this time. Her own visage once again looked back at her, but this time, there was another familiar face alongside hers, bespectacled and cute, one she'd daydreamed about for months now. Thick black-rim glasses, violet eyes, hair with that maddeningly adorable raspberry stripe in it, and a smile that could melt ice. She'd know Twilight's face anywhere, and to see it plastered over a photo of a woman being held firmly against a wall and fingered felt false, but so, so desirable. Applejack hadn't thought of that specifically, but now, it was like she'd never not had the idea, the image easily perfected into a more accurate representation of the two of them, naked and panting and-
The farmgirl shivered, letting out a breath and closing the magazine, the images she'd seen still dancing in her mind. She'd been desperate coming into Twilight's room to find hints of what gift to get the bookworm, but fortune seemed to be smiling down at her, delivering not only the indication of what she should get, but also giving a gift of its own. If she were poetic like Rarity, she'd have called it fate, but she knew it for what it was; a clear sign of what to do. Carefully returning the magazine to its original location, Applejack made sure to tuck it in fully and restore the room to the state it was in before she entered, unable to wipe the smile from her face as she worked. Satisfied, she stepped out and closed the door behind her, a plan already forming in her head.
Oh, she knew what gift to get, alright.
"Happy birthday!"
The declaration was cheered over and over at Twilight as wrapped presents were shoved into her hands, birthday cards atop the growing pile of rectangular packages. When it seemed like she might drop them, her friends stepped in to help, laughing at the situation with her. As she went to place the assorted gifts down, a simple envelope was placed in her hand, and she looked over at the giver.
"Happy birthday, Twi," Applejack offered, smiling at her. "It's somethin' for you which ah think you'll like." She watched the bookworm go to run her finger along the seal and stopped her, placing a hand down. "Wait 'til afterwards. Trust me, it's somethin' that's best opened later, when everyone's gone. Let's enjoy this party first."
"Okay, if you say-" Twilight began before being cut off by a tight hug from the farmgirl. It was strange; tender, but with Applejack's characteristic strength behind it, almost hiding the conviction it carried. That was the hug of someone who meant it, not just someone who offered it haphazardly. Before she could analyse it any further, however, Applejack pulled away, patting her on the shoulder and giving her a nod, and headed straight for the snack table, where Pinkie was already filling up a plate. "-so."
"Need a hand?" a voice asked from behind her, the weight in her arms lessening.
"Maybe just a little," Twilight conceded, allowing her assistant to pick some of the presents from the pile and place them down. "Thanks, Cadance."
"I'm not going to let you struggle," the other woman laughed, handing over an unmarked but glossy carrier bag. "Besides, I needed to make room for my gift. Just be sure to open it later, when you're alone."
"Applejack said something similar," Twilight mused. "Are you two planning something?"
"Not at all, but they do say great minds think alike."
"Can I open it now? So I can thank you for it?"
"It wouldn't be fair on Applejack, so I think I might have to insist on you waiting until later. You can open both of ours together."
"If you insist. Thank you anyway."
"You're very welcome, Twilight. Happy birthday." The two women shared a brief hug, and when they pulled back, Cadance was wearing a mischievous smirk. "I mean it when I say open it alone. You'll be glad you did. And don't let Shining know what I bought you." With a conspiratorial finger to her lips, she walked over to the man in question, starting a conversation about something detached and innocuous.
Feeling slightly confused by the need for secrecy, Twilight tucked the furtive gifts away, keeping them separate from the main pile of similarly-shaped presents, the colourfully wrapped packages as a whole slipping her mind once she joined in with the conversation and a number of pop tunes filled the available silence. She was preoccupied and happy, and didn't have much time to notice who was talking to who, or when people left the room and returned. It was only when everyone gathered round to watch her unwrap her presents that she knew for sure everyone was in the room at one time, eagerly leaning forward to see how well their own offer was received. Unsurprisingly, they were all books, and the birthday girl couldn't have been happier, from the cookbook to the grammatical guide to Latin, and even the blank notebook with a cover which read Undiscovered Works of a Genius.
She thanked them all in turn, beaming and hugging and feeling awkward at having the attention focused on her. It was her birthday, but having everyone gathered around her, heaping on praises and well wishes, was still mildly overwhelming. Thankfully, her friends knew when she'd had enough, and resumed the loud music and dancing, letting the evening meander into night, darkness falling outside and blanketing the house in a quiet privacy. She couldn't have been happier.
Or so she assumed.
Cadance had been right; Twilight was very, very glad she'd chosen to follow the advice and waited until everyone left before she'd opened Cadance's gift. She'd honestly forgotten about it until she'd come across the carrier bag while tidying up the remains of the party, and, seeing as she was alone in the house - Shining had gone over to stay with Cadance for the weekend, and her parents were out of town for the week anyway - she took the opportunity to rummage around inside the bag and figure out what was inside. It was a smooth black cardboard box, the sort that delivered much more expensive gifts, and when Twilight removed the lid, she saw why. Her eyes widened, her face darkened in a mad blush, and she felt her stomach drop.
"What were you thinking?" Twilight asked her absent ex-babysitter, her face still glowing from embarrassment. "No wonder you didn't want me to tell Shining - what would your boyfriend think if he found out you were giving me...this?" She looked at the object with equal parts awe and shock, admiring the thoughtfulness of the gift, but wondering just how appropriate it was. Sure, they were friends, and close friends at that, but Cadance was a Dean, and Twilight was a pupil. Was it acceptable, even if they attended different schools now? She wasn't sure. Regardless as to whether or not it was acceptable, what was she going to do with one like this?
Muttering to herself, she fished it out of the bowl and dabbed the kitchen towels across its surface, drying it from the warm soapy water the instruction manual had told her to use to wash it before use. Just because she was mortified, it didn't mean there was any excuse for not reading or following correct procedure. With the gift cleaned and dried, she placed it back in its box and returned to the couch, spotting something else just before she sat down. That was right; Applejack had given her a card and told her to open it later, too. Looking up at the clock, she figured that 23:50 was late enough to count, and she ran her finger under the seal, opening it up with an expert precision. Deftly pulling the paper out from within and unfolding it, she found a simple message scrawled in what was undeniably Applejack's handwriting:
I've left your real gift upstairs in your bedroom. Come and get it.
She blinked, flipping the note over to see if she'd missed something. There was nothing else, just a simple written instruction. Curious, she placed the note down and brought the box with her, figuring she could put it away while she was in there. What had Applejack left in her room? When had she even managed to slip away to leave it there? Had she gone during the party, or before? With no way to answer her questions, Twilight complied with the directions she'd been given, stepping into her room and turning on the light. Nothing had been moved, and nothing jumped out at her, which was a good start. She slipped the box into her bedside drawer, and glanced around the room again, trying to find her gift. It took her a couple of seconds to spot the laptop, and when she had, it stuck out like a sore thumb. This wasn't hers, and it was on. How long had that been here? Stepping closer, she saw a notepad had been opened, and another message written out.
Hit play and sit on the bed
Was this a new CD? Some music AJ had wanted to give her? Why did that require her to be alone, and to do this so late at night? Something for relaxation purposes, perhaps? Even if that were true, why was it secret? Why couldn't she just have been given a hard copy of a CD, or a giftcard to buy the music online? She didn't know, and so she went along with it, moving the message aside and dragging the cursor over to the 'play' icon on the media player, before stepping back and sitting on her bed, as directed. For a few seconds, nothing happened, and she wondered if it was a dud, but just as she was about to get up and check, the first trill of the song chimed out, a mixture of soft drumbeats and the droning twang of an electric guitar. From the first bar, it sounded almost like country music, the same sort of tone and rhythm that AJ liked, but with something more to it.
The door to her ensuite bathroom opened without warning, and she nearly jumped as someone stepped out. The music was forgotten for a second as she gawked at the unexpected occupant, her brain taking a few seconds to process just who it was and what was happening. It was Applejack, brazenly and unabashedly strutting from the bathroom towards her, and dressed as what Twilight could only describe as a walking stereotype; her stenson hat sat atop her head, pushed back, her blonde ponytail draped over her shoulder, her sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and her red flannel shirt tied into a front knot just below her bust, lifting and emphasising her bosom and leaving her toned, flat midriff bare. She was slim in all the right places, and curvaceous where it counted, with wide hips and a narrow waist, her Daisy Dukes riding high on her padded thighs, exposing as much as possible to make up for the amount covered by her boots. The only time Twilight saw this much of the farmgirl's sunkissed skin was when they went swimming or sunbathing, and there was never the same seductive aura about her limited layers of clothes as there was now, when the sultry blonde was sashaying her way into the center of the bedroom.
I see you and me riding like Bonnie and Clyde
Going ninety five, burning down 129, yeah
Looking for the law, while I push my luck
Applejack's movements had already been smooth and measured as she entered, but as she began to sway to the lyrics, her minimalistic dance became more and more limber, every curve to the left and to the right coming effortlessly, her entire body working in tandem to captivate the gawking birthday girl. With her hands on her hips, she locked eyes, moving everything except her gaze, ensuring that whenever Twilight looked back, she'd be met with a smoldering pair of gorgeous green irises. Slowly, her hands glided upwards, her palms scything up her sides and over to her belly, and then back down, and then up again.
She's ridin' shotgun like it ain't no thing
Turn the radio up so the girl can sing right
Pull up to the party like, "Y'all wassup?"
Her waist's gyrations were slow and supplementary, not enough to pull anyone's attention away from the rest of the gorgeous display, particularly not the roll of her shoulders, or the path of her hands across the faint outline of her abs. Still, as she moved, it was clear what she was doing, even if it wasn't the main draw. The movements fed into one another, accentuating her natural beauty and speaking to some deep instinct, leaving the birthday girl staring at the sensual display, unable to keep her attention on just one part of it, and unable to look away entirely.
Tonight it's bottoms up
Applejack threw her arms up as the guitar picked up, swaying her chest in sharp swings to the right and the left, working her torso in time to the chorus' powerful beat. She matched the strums as they came, closing her eyes and turning her head against the rest of her movements, her ponytail slipping from her shoulder and swinging behind her.
Throw it on down
Rock this quiet little country town
Opening her eyes again, she stepped towards her lone viewer, swaying and gyrating far more openly, ensuring there was no way Twilight could see anything except her cleavage and slim belly, regardless of how hard the nerd may try. She ran her hands over her breasts, holding them briefly as she swivelled and stepped, then leaning forward as if to offer them, watching with glee as the bespectacled girl's eyes followed the rounded pair. There was no reaction beyond that - which she'd been expecting, to some degree - so the blonde carried on with her dance, sliding herself onto Twilight's lap with a well-timed grind of her hips, coming face-to-face with the paralysed cutie and fixing her with a smoldering lidded stare.
Make you wanna slide on in like, "Girl, what's up?"
Yeah, tonight it's bottoms up
Applejack dragged her finger up Twilight's throat softly, finishing her manoeuvre with a little flick against the latter's chin before standing up and pivoting, walking with a swing in her hips to her previous spot in the middle of the room. She kept her rump swinging in time to the beat, flexing her glutes to pull in her toned globes to give her audience something to admire. She didn't just want Twilight to see her, she wanted the brainiac to feel what was beneath the denim, to imagine it and go wild over it, and while the gawking girl was doing just that, Applejack tugged the knot on her shirt. Without any effort, it came undone, and she shrugged the garment from her shoulders and swung it in front of her before spinning around to face Twilight once again.
Girl, I gotta tip my hat
Never thought a country song would make you move like that, yeah
And she's doing it in Daisy Dukes, girl
With a cock of the hip and knee, Applejack reached up and dipped her hat, imitating the lyrics to the best of her ability. With a casual sideways toss, she threw away her shirt, uncovering her entire upper body, doing her best to remain nonchalant to Twilight's reaction to her bared breasts and continuing to shimmy and sway and swing, slowly advancing on the other woman, again running a hand over her puppies and shaking them lightly, letting them jiggle side to side with just enough bounce to hypnotise the stunned onlooker. Reaching for Twilight's hand, she brought it up to her mouth, sticking a finger past her lips and sucking gently, lapping at the digit and keeping hard eye contact, her gaze so intense and fiery that it was a wonder the birthday girl didn't combust then and there.
Man, it's how them girls do it in the dirty south, yeah
She'll have you on a knee, "Can I marry you?"
As the song headed into the chorus once again, Applejack removed her hat and placed it on Twilight's head, using her newfound freedom to toss her head this way and that, her ponytail swishing like a golden whip through the air. Reaching down, she unbuttoned her Daisy Dukes, leaving the zipper up for the time being and gave the other woman a twirl, showing off every angle, her hands running a route up and down to highlight her tan and curves, the softness of her skin and the tone of her body, her slender form perfected from years of hard manual work. Turning away for a moment, she bent over and shook her butt, bouncing it in short, unpracticed jerks, and swayed it for good measure, making up for her inexperience with sheer visual prominence. When the blonde stood up and looked over her shoulder, the birthday girl had a hand up her skirt and was biting her lower lip, her eyes locked on AJ's rear.
The denim hugged her shape as she pulled the Daisy Dukes downward, slowly revealing the paler skin of her derriere where the sun was blocked more often than she'd like. There was nothing beneath, and so as she peeled the fabric away, her voyeur was gifted a full view of those tight, toned cheeks, a tanline bordering and demarking the juiciest part of her body. Stepping from her boots and kicking the Daisy Dukes away, she shot a glance over her shoulder and theatrically raised a hand high before bringing it down on her backside, letting the meaty slap ring out. Twilight audibly whimpered and brought a hand up to her own chest, squeezing at one of her boobs through her sweater. Settling on the sight, AJ resumed her booty shaking, keeping her rump jiggling and undulating her torso, her ponytail swinging to and fro over her taut back.
As the song wound down Applejack pivoted again, crawling onto the bed and gently shoving Twilight back, letting the other girl fall harmlessly against the sheets, her head resting on the pillow. The strings of the song faded out into nothing, and the farmer skulked forward, her muscles rippling along her legs and arms as she approached her supine friend. Finally settling atop her, she looked down, locking eyes with the red-faced, panting birthday girl, her violet eyes wide with wonder. Both of them were breathing more heavily, she realised, and not entirely from effort.
"Happy birthday, Twi," she whispered, licking her lips. "Ah wanted to give you somethin' special, an'...well, what's more heartfelt than a confession?"
"C-confession?"
"Ah'm good with words," she said. "Like, simple stuff. Ah call a spade a spade an' all that, stuff others can't do, but it's hard to, y'know, say ah like someone. It's easy for people to misunderstand, so it's hard to say ah like someone, rather than just likin' 'em. It's easier to just show 'em. Now ah've showed you...ah like you, Twi. Ah like you a lot. Ah've got feelings for you, an' ah think you've got some for me too. Ah want more than anythin' to just have a chance with you, an' if you want that too, ah'd be the happiest girl in the world. If not...well..." She trailed off. "Do you want more?"
She'd thought Twilight's blush and quiet had been nervousness, and maybe it was to some extent, but the lunge made Applejack readjust her presumptions. Before she could react, the two of them were locked at the lips, passion spilling forward and heating the farmgirl with an immediate elation that just grew hotter and fuller the longer they kept contact. Her hand cupped Twilight's cheek, tenderly holding the other girl as they kissed, moaning quietly at the simple raw affection. She had no idea how long they lasted there, just sharing something far more significant than skin, but the next song on the playlist finished, and another was playing by the time they came up for air.
"How did you know?" Twilight asked, her lips parted a little.
"Came in searchin' for clues 'bout what to get you for your birthday last week," Applejack admitted sheepishly. "Your brother let me in, figured ah wouldn't do anythin' bad. Ah just happened to find somethin' a bit more informative than ah would've thought." She chuckled as Twilight's eyes turned to pinpricks. "Hey, s'okay. Ah'm flattered. If ah weren't so darn happy at bein' admired by you, ah might've just taken a while to properly enjoy the photos, if you catch my drift." She smirked for a second and winked, then frowned. "Oh, and, uh, sorry for snoopin' in your room. Ah didn't think ah'd find literal porn of myself."
"I think I can get over it," Twilight giggled, blushing. "What do you want to do, then? I can go shower, then we can...uh...have fun?"
"Or you can get your cute butt naked right now," Applejack countered, removing the girl's glasses and placing them on the bedside table.
"Now?" Twilight repeated. "But I haven't had a shower for over six hours, what if I'm dirty?"
"Don't care."
"B-but I've been dancing," she objected as the blonde pulled her sweater over her head and began undoing the buttons on her blouse. "I might be sweaty and gross and-"
"Don't care."
"But what if I look weird down there, or-"
Applejack interrupted her with a kiss, sealing Twilight's complaints away. When they broke, she looked down at her friend sternly.
"Twi, listen to me carefully, okay? Ah. Do. Not. Care. Ah want this. Ah want you. If you really don't want this, we ain't gonna do it. But if you do want this, an' you're just scared you're gonna do somethin' wrong or that ah'll judge you, don't be, okay? Ah want you, all of you, an' ah want you to want that too. Do you want that?"
"Yes," the other woman replied, swallowing. "I want it."
She was met with a kiss to the cheek, and then another one on the other side, Applejack's lips landing all over Twilight's face, kissing softness and bone alike. Twilight giggled, and then moaned, and then fell silent, panting softly as the farmer licked at her earlobe, then licked down her neck, kissing delicately and suckling wherever she met a good reaction. Hands began to wander, holding AJ's head and roaming down her back in exploratory sweeps, feeling the muscle beneath the skin. AJ kissed over Twilight's throat and towards her chin, loving the way the beautiful nerd gracefully raised her head at her touch, and repeated her kisses and suckles, weighing her ministrations by ear. Twilight's soft moans were delicious, music to the ears.
She stopped long enough to hurriedly pull Twilight's blouse off, the wearer shuffling around to help the process, but it still took maddeningly long, every second they were in each other's arms feeling like a waste of time they'd never get back. After what felt like long minutes, they tossed the blouse aside, and the farmer ogled the pristine beauty beneath her. Twilight's belly was less defined than her own, but she still had a killer hourglass figure and beautifully soft skin, a consistent gentle peach colour that invited adoration. She couldn't hide her interest in Twilight's chest, either, and so she didn't, admiring the b-cups with shameless approval, licking her lips and sliding her hands up Twilight's body to cup them softly. They were a perfect fit for her hands, allowing her to squeeze and grope and knead without any overspill. When Twilight whimpered, she returned her mouth to the girl's neck, kissing her way down to the collarbone and delivering a long lick, descending in smooches and pecks to one of the two mounds she'd been massaging all the while.
Her lips instinctively sealed around the erect cap as soon as it brushed over her chin, driven by desire to treat it as nature intended her to. Her tongue swirled around her target, brushing it with little flicks and full swipes as she sucked, refusing to leave it alone for even a second. The other wasn't neglected either, her thumb passing over it thoughtfully, and even attempting a gentle pinch between her forefinger to gauge Twilight's reaction. When the girl gasped in what sounded like approval, she tried it again, finding a perfect pressure for her lover. Switching, she matched the her treatment on the other breast, lavishing it with licks and sucking fiercely, working to match Twilight's desires. If the shuffling from the girl in question was any indication, her attention was doing fine work. When Twilight's hands reached down to fiddle with her skirt, she realised just how effective.
"Y'okay there, sugarcube?" Applejack asked knowingly, tugging the nerd's nipples playfully. "You want somethin'?" She could tell from the blush that it was going to be good.
"I want to use my mouth," she blurted at long last. "On you, I mean. I want to...t-to...b-between your legs."
"Ah see. You want this?" She knelt, shuffling forward so the supine woman could see her crotch. Swallowing, Twilight nodded eagerly, her eyes fixated on the sight of the slender, toned woman kneeling over her, a pair of enviable, full, rounded c-cups hanging above, and a glistening cleft just waiting to be claimed. For the second time, Twilight surprised the farmgirl, lunging up and seeking out what she wanted with her mouth, leaving AJ to melt into the action. "Damn, Twi, you don't mess around," she huffed, letting out puffs every other second as the bookworm's enthusiasm swept through her, a brush of tongue over her groin and right on point, too high and too low, but always enjoyable.
"Can you sit down?" Twilight asked, detaching herself from Applejack's loins to pose the question. "I want to use my hands too, and it's easier if I lay down." She rested her head against the pillow, licking some of the fluid from her lips.
"Ah ain't gonna argue with that," Applejack responded, lowering her crotch to the other woman's face and gently settling her weight down, immediately feeling the return of that searching tongue, lips sealing around her mound and suckling. She hissed at the pressure against her buzzer, the suction stimulating her sensitive nub while Twilight's tongue dragged itself over her cleft, clumsily brushing against the bud every now and then. Reaching down, she stroked Twilight's hair, uttering praises and sighing where words failed, groaning at the perfectly aimed swipes that sailed right between her lower lips and caught the nerves there.
She'd forgotten about Twilight's intention to use her hands until they grazed against her skin, fingers reaching up and enclosing around the swell of Applejack's pillows, the supple boobflesh depressing at the digits' insistent press. Leaning into the touch, Applejack found herself exhaling more, the improvised, instinctive fondling filling her with a deeper need for intimacy, for more than just a quick feel. She rested her hands over her lover's, encouraging the other woman to squeeze and knead properly, to not be afraid to just grab them and to treat them nice and rough. Twilight was a quick learner, swiftly applying more force and even pinching at the farmgirl's teets, adding more strength to her grip until the blonde groaned loudly, bucking her hips at the build in pleasure. With a little trial and error, Twilight worked her hands and fingers, squeezing and pleasing, pinching whenever Applejack fell too quiet and rolling back whenever she hissed, all while she lapped and sucked and basked in her place underneath the southern beauty.
It took a few gentle slaps against her belly before AJ realised Twilight was asking for room, and she lifted herself, worrying that she'd hurt her. Twilight looked beautiful from where she was, her chin smeared in a sheen of glistening juices, her tongue flitting out to draw in the mess like it was the sweetest nectar. Applejack felt herself wink at the sight.
"Everythin' okay?" she asked, receiving an emphatic nod.
"More than okay," Twilight replied. "It's just that I've got something which could make this better, and I need to get it." She glanced at the drawer. "At least, I'd like to try it, if you want to, and-"
Dropping her crotch back onto Twilight's face, Applejack leaned over and pulled open the top drawer, quickly finding the surprisingly large black box and pulling it out. When she opened it, her surprise passed quickly, and she grinned at the lascivious object within. Looking down at Twilight, her grin widened at the sheepish expression that met her.
"Well well well," she drawled, pulling the toy from the box. "What's this?"
"Cadance got it for me," Twilight answered, her blush flaring. "She gave it to me as a gift, and I didn't know what it was until everyone went home."
"And just why did she feel you needed a double-ended dildo, Twi?"
"I don't know, she just gave it to me and told me to-" She paused, looking up at her partner suspiciously. "Wait, she told me to open it later, and when I told her you'd said the same thing about your card, she said it wouldn't be fair on you if I opened her gift earlier. Were you two planning this?"
"Not at all," Applejack answered, wiggling the lengthy toy in her hand. "Maybe she just picked up on somethin'? She's got a freaky ability to pick up on feelings, that one. Anyway, what should we do with this jigglin' thing?"
"I think I've got an idea or two." Patting Applejack's thigh, she ushered the farmgirl to get up, kneeling opposite her lover and wordlessly guiding the toy into the position she wanted it, leaving it nestled in AJ's cleavage and held with a squish of her mammaries against the silicone. Twi bit her bottom lip at the sight of the fake phallus sandwiched in her lover's baps, nearly feeling envy at the inanimate object for being ensconced so snugly between the two pillows. Leaning in, she ran her tongue up the shaft, soft titflesh caressing her chin and cheeks in sharp contrast to the firmness of the toy. It was lifeless and unresponsive, but the blonde watching her was looking down at a display of honest, lewd intentions, and that made it feel right. Working over the ridges of the veins and up to the pink cockhead, she swirled her tongue around, as much to show off as to paint the surface in her saliva, brushing against AJ's skin with every full pass. With a perfect recollection of what the magazines showed, she let the tip slip past her lips, suckling gently as she inched a little further down, until she passed the corona of the toy's glans.
She didn't get far before her efforts brought her to the comfort of AJ's natural endowments, the toy disappearing into the girl's cleavage. Happily, Twilight followed the toy down, mashing her face against the suppleness and becoming keenly aware of the titflesh surrounding her, the contact exciting and soothing her in equal measure. The mushroom-shaped tip reached the limit of her ability, tickling the back of her throat rudely, and she couldn't push down anymore. Pulling up to a better vantage point, she resumed her bobbing, slowly growing accustomed to its shape and size, and trying to perfect her technique. For all its pretense, she couldn't deny it was amazing to do this, to proudly suck and slobber over an imitation of a cock, all for the pleasure of her lover - and herself, of course. She couldn't deny how good it felt to orally lubricate a toy that would soon be inside both of them, and shivered at the thought, giddy with excitement.
"Give the other side a go," Applejack intervened, guiding Twi back up and off the dildo, leaving it glistening with saliva. A clean toy with a dirty purpose, being readied for dirtying; the two of them felt the desire in the air, and happily attended to the ends of the toy. While Twi ducked down, resuming her slow, patient suckling on the half resting against AJ's belly, the country girl shifted her bust to give her a better angle. She licked the tip, dragging her tongue over it and letting the thrill of swapping spit with the gorgeous nerd run through her. With less subtlety than the bookworm, she took the first few inches into her maw and let the drool gather in her mouth, lurching up and down and letting the sloppiness of her work ring out like an announcement. She slurped with as little restraint as she could manage, actively trying to make her blowie as messy and perverse as she could with her limited experience. Seeking out Twilight's eyes, she fixed the beauty with a steamy gaze. The visual contact communicated their arousal far more than words could, fueling their ministrations and heightening their impassioned oral.
"Get on your hands and knees," Twilight said at long last, pulling off her half of the cock. "Facing away."
"Yes ma'am," Applejack answered huskily, her amusement at the usually reserved woman's tone tempered with a flare of arousal. She rolled onto her front, spreading her legs and holding herself up as asked. "Like this, sugarcube?" She bit her lip as a hand came to rest on her rump, pulling the taut slab to the side.
"Perfect," Twi answered, nearly drooling as she exposed the country girl. Her heart beat powerfully in her chest at the simple pose, something so erotic with so little effort. The muscle and the plushness melded into a divine combination, and the glimmer right between her legs was delectable; it took all of Twi's effort and concentration to not just dive in and taste that spring once more. Reminding herself what they were doing, she brought the toy between AJ's legs and guided the rounded tip to the glistening estuary. The toy slipped, grinding against soft, sodden flesh, until Twilight took ahold of the crown and pushed it into place, and then fed the toy smoothly into Applejack's waiting passage. When the farmgirl gasped and groaned, she stopped, asking, "Did that hurt?"
"No," the blonde answered immediately. "Feels good. Real good. Keep goin'."
Between Applejack's arousal and the saliva coating the length, delivering half of the toy into the receptive woman was easy, and Twilight took a moment to admire the sight of her beloved friend with half a dildo sticking out from her, clenching needily around the inches stuffed into her valley, before she turned away and reached back to steady the remainder. They'd done a thorough job spit-shining the piece, and her prior practice allowed her to swiftly breach her own quim, pushing back with no small amount of moaning or whimpering. Had she ever been this wet before? From how easily it slid in, she doubted it, even if it felt a hundred times better than those toys she managed to use intermittently. They'd been small, they hadn't been shaped like this, and more importantly, she hadn't been sharing the experience with a friend and lover.
They were pressed against one another, she realised. Applejack's firm, sculpted buttocks were resting flush against her own, plush and supple thighs against slender and skinny ones. It felt right, intimate, and even if they couldn't see each other, it felt like they were more attuned to each other than they'd ever been. The country girl started to say something, maybe a question or maybe a statement, but it didn't matter. Twilight was too in the moment. Leaning forward, she pulled some of the shaft from her before shoving herself back again, her butt bumping against Applejack's, the cushion feeling wonderfully soft against her strike. The slap of skin on skin was spine-tingling, and the fullness from suddenly stuffing the entire length back in sent a bolt of pleasure through her body. Applejack gasped, and Twilight moved again, setting a measured pace. Within a few seconds, both of them had caught on, moving together.
The thickness stretched her wonderfully, the veins brushing against her walls and spreading a heat through her loins, and the stiffness and rough jolts were offset by the softness of her partner, a warm and comforting presence throughout. She rocked harder, Applejack matching her pace and the strength of her bucks, the slams perfectly suited for both of them. Sometimes they fell out of sync, the oddities of their rhythm doing nothing to detract from the carnal goodness of their colliding rears and the deep connection of sharing something so intimately. They didn't stop as they began to pant, whines escaping their lips and guttral groans resonating in their throats, sweat slowly beading on their bodies from the effort of pushing that little bit harder or moving that little bit quicker, the pair unable to refuse the demands made by their lust.
Through the haze of their lovemaking, Applejack's climax was vivid. The sounds she made were background noise at first, but when she called out Twilight's name and clenched tight, the other woman had to look around, catching a view of the tanned goddess quaking, her head tucked down and her back arched, muscles rippling along her tanned skin. Twilight's eyes widened at the sight, her own hips flexing without any input on her part, her own release hastened from the unexpected arousal. When she pushed back, trying desperately to connect with her lover, she felt a splash against her crotch and thighs, and clenched down tight, unable to stop her own encroaching climax.
The duo whined and whimpered their way through their orgasms, wetly decorating each other with their nectar and trembling as the intensity of their release coursed through them. When the moans became panting, Twilight pulled away, turning around and turning Applejack onto her back. Without an explanation, she swung her leg over and realigned their groins, sliding back onto the toy with a coo and a sigh. It didn't take another second before they were gyrating, flicking their hips back and forth, the eye contact this position provided adding the bawdiness that they couldn't get from slamming back against one another. It was different, but no less satisfying, nor any less intimate. The blonde's fringe didn't quite reach her eyes, allowing Twilight an uninterrupted view of those beautiful green eyes, the woman's freckled face exuding a feminine beauty that had never been quite as apparent as it was now. Maybe it was because her cheeks were red with exertion, or her countenance was one of unbridled lust and ardour, or maybe it was something else, but Applejack seemed to shine in that moment.
Twilight nearly lost it when Applejack grasped the former's leg and began smooching down its slender surface from ankle to knee, adding intermittent tongue whenever lips became inadequate to display or sate her need. Twilight couldn't help the soft whines and coos that bubbled from her mouth, trying to bite her lip to stifle the feelings that swelled inside her. She felt hot, boiling either from the effort or the passion of their lovemaking, or maybe both, and with the near-ceaseless eye contact, she was right on the brink of bursting so soon after her first of the night. All it took was for their undulating hips to move in the right way, their clits to brush, and Twilight squealed as the dam broke and a hot gush roared like a torrent through her body. She bucked harder, animalistically jerking to ride out the waves, her lover's smooth, soaking snatch rubbing against hers as she came and clenched, squeezing like a vice around the fullness inside her.
There weren't many words between the changes in position. When Applejack tried to say something, Twilight silenced her with a kiss, and when Twilight went to say something, Applejack wrestled tongues with her. Twilight's face found itself mashed between her lover's tits, sucking and kissing and motorboating the sweet pair of squeezable funbags, her fingers pinching and rolling the perky nipples standing proudly at their center. Applejack stuffed her fingers into Twilight's pussy, locking lips as the woman's hands roamed over her toned back, nails scratching gently at her skin. They rolled and rocked and tasted one another, changing roles as their whims took them, locking their legs around one another's heads and sucking on each other's sweet pussies, uncaring as to how messy or ruffled they became, and soon lost count of how many times they'd finished.
The playlist had finished hours ago, long before the birds started chirping, or the sunlight flittered into the room. Even as out of breath as they were, burning with exertion and soaked in sweat, they could feel how damp the bedsheets were, though how much of that was sweat was up for debate.
They didn't care to have one.
"That was somethin'," Applejack murmured, her hair shaken out loose. "Can't say ah've ever done nothin' like it before."
"Me neither," Twilight agreed, her arms wrapped tightly around the cowgirl.
"Timber never lasted all night, huh?" the blonde suggested, chuckling at the jibe.
"We never slept together."
"Oh? So...anyone else? Before me?"
"No. Just you." She couldn't help but giggle at AJ's goofy grin, a satisfied smile that stretched from ear to ear overcoming the farmer's visage. "Your turn. How many partners have you had?"
"None. You were my first."
"Really?"
"Eeyup, really."
"But...but you're strong, and beautiful, and outgoing, and...well, you."
"Just never met the right gal." She stroked a thumb tenderly over Twilight's cheek. "Until you." It was her turn to snort in amusement as the bookworm blushed. After everything they'd done, that was what made her light up like a Christmas tree. "An' 'sides, what about you? You're beautiful, an' strong, an' smart, an' fun. Do you know how many people would give their right arm for someone as amazin' as you?"
"I'd rather not have anyone give up an arm for me."
"Ah'd do it if ah had to."
"Please, AJ, don't."
"Looks like ah don't have to."
"You'd better not."
They closed in for a kiss, their lips meeting in a soft, grazing smooch. It was chaste and slow, but they shared as much passion in that moment as they had during the steamiest of their activities that night. They didn't break apart for nearly a full minute, too enraptured to want to stop, and when they did, they remained silent, gazing at one another from just a few inches away.
"How did you get all this done, anyway?" Twilight asked at last. "Everyone had gone home."
"I slipped out a few times durin' the party," Applejack explained. "Carried up my laptop, then the change of clothes, an' finally took the chance to head up here while you were sayin' goodbye to everyone else. Gettin' changed didn't take long. Then ah just waited."
"What if I'd never opened the envelope, or came up and gone straight to bed?"
"Ah knew you wouldn't, but if you had, ah'd have waited until ah heard the music, however long it would've taken. You're worth waitin' for."
Twilight kissed her again, then yawned. "I think we should get some sleep."
"Sure thing," AJ agreed, pulling Twilight closer. "Just promise me one thing?"
"What's that."
"When ah wake up, this ain't gonna be a dream. Ah'm still gonna be holdin' you, an' we're still gonna go on a nice date somewhere."
"I promise."
Applejack squeezed Twilight lovingly, kissing her gently on the forehead. "Alright. G'night, corn mouse."
"Corn mouse?"
"It's somethin' ah'm tryin'. Do you like it? Ah can change it if it's weird."
"No, I like it. As long as you don't mind me giving you a pet name too?"
"Go ahead, corn mouse."
"Okay. Thank you for a wonderful birthday. It was magical. Sleep tight...sugarcube."
They smiled, sharing a final, sleepy kiss, then closed their eyes and rested their heads. Even as they drifted off, their minds danced with images of what they'd done, and what they were yet to do, and the intertwined couple slept peacefully, comfortable in each other's embrace.
