The Honesty of Submission
The large overhead clock in Canterlot mall began chiming, announcing to all that paid attention that it was seven in the evening. At that time of the day, there were few patrons left, though it had been a busy Saturday. Couples walked hand in hand, others walked alone, each with their own destination in mind.
One such couple – two young women - had just descended one of the many escalators down from the dozens of clothing stores up on the second floor. "Rarity, do we have to go to another store?" Applejack huffed, several carrier bags hung from her right hand and she held a nearly finished apple soda from the food court in the other, a remnant from the break they had taken a few hours earlier. Applejack downed the soda and tossed the bottle in a waste bin, "I swear we've been over every inch of this mall..."
"Oh hush, darling, just one more store, I promise," Rarity, in contrast to her girlfriend, only held onto Applejack's arm. She was busy scanning the ground floor for a store they hadn’t been in yet.
"You said that three stores ago, Rares," groused Applejack, a teeny hint of actual annoyance entering her southern drawl. It wasn't that she minded being the pack horse for the day, far from it, but they'd been at it for ten hours already, since the mall had opened in fact at nine that morning. Her feet were aching in her boots, and she was tired.
Rarity waved her hand dismissively in the air. "Jackie please, it's a sale!" she sang, apparently oblivious to her lover's discomfort. Especially when she saw her latest target. "Oh! Look at those purses! And forty per cent off!"
"I ain't going in another store, Rarity! I ain't!" Applejack actually stamped her foot into the tiled floor, "I ain't sitting in another store, I ain't watching you try on another thing!"
At the entrance to the store, Rarity gently but firmly tugged Applejack to the side, just out of the way of the other shoppers left in the mall, a couple of whom walked past them into the store. "Excuse me?" she asked, her eyebrow arched dangerously.
"You heard me, Rares,” Applejack snorted in frustration, “I said I ain't going in one more store! I've had enough, walking, sitting, walking, carrying, walking and..."
"Excuse me!?" Rarity cut across her lover and in one motion, she placed a perfectly manicured finger on her lips to silence her and used the index finger of her other hand to hook around the D ring of the collar she wore to pull her in close.
The white collar. Decorated with three blue diamonds.
"Listen here, you brat,” Rarity said once Applejack’s nose was an inch away from her own, “I don't care how long we've been here. If I want to go to another store, then we'll go to another store. Got it?"
"But Rares..."
"But me no buts, goats butt. Are you a goat?" when Applejack shook her head, Rarity continued in that same quiet yet dominant tone, "That's what I thought. Now, we're going in there. I'm buying a purse. You're going to carry it. And if you think sitting is uncomfortable now, my lovely pouting brat of a sub, just wait till I get you home. Am I understood?"
"Yes Mistress." Applejack did a very good job of hiding her smirk. She knew just how to push her girlfriend's buttons. Besides, it wasn’t that she didn’t like shopping, of course she did, but today, she was distracted.
“If you're a good girl, and not a temperamental bitch,” added Rarity, who caught the hint of distraction in Applejack’s green eyes immediately, “I might use you to sit on, wouldn't you like that?"
"Yes Mistress." This time she didn't hide her smirk. It was good being a good girl - she lived to hear Rarity call her that - but sometimes, it was good to be a bad brat.
"Now, dear, do stop acting like Sweetie Belle and get on in there." to accentuate her point, she let go of the white collar and swatted her brat's ass. Hard. She knew what it was that was bothering and distracting her girlfriend, and she had hoped the shopping day she had organised would take her mind off it to a greater or lesser degree.
Thirty minutes later and Rarity came out of the purse store, followed by an Applejack who looked like she felt. There was a sour look on the orange skinned woman’s face that squarely matched Rarity’s mood, all of a sudden. She did have her purse though, so it hadn’t been a total loss.
“Well,” Rarity huffed, “I cannot say that getting the purse was as pleasant as I thought it was going be, thanks to some brat's attitude,” she shot Applejack a look that could curdle milk, “As such, I am in need of some ice cream.”
Applejack was about to respond with a curt comment that would inform Rarity what she could do with her ice cream and where on her person she could shove said ice cream, but just in time she decided against it. It hadn’t been her fault, really, she just hadn’t been looking where she had been walking in the store. Her mind had been somewhere else. Then, with a crash, she had knocked over a tall stand full of designer purses worth more than she made in a week, possibly two. In her panic she crushed several of them under her boots before Rarity ordered her to freeze in place.
“Follow me, now,” Rarity ordered, with a clipped, short tone to her voice that she didn’t even try to hide. She knew the commotion in the store had been an accident. She knew Applejack wouldn’t have done that on purpose, for that would have been a very, very, bad thing, something well out of the range of the ‘good bad’ things they did in a scene to earn her a punishment. She knew full well what day it was, and why her girlfriend was upset. She missed Granny Smith too. That said though, the mess in the purse store had still set her back hundreds of dollars paying for all the damages.
The walk from the store to the food court, while short, allowed Rarity to calm her temper before she did anything else. Yes, she needed to punish her brat, but she wasn’t ever going to do that while she was angry. Only bad doms did that, and she was not a bad dom.
“Place our things down on this table while she I get my ice cream,” Rarity ordered. She hadn’t looked at Applejack since leaving the store, but she knew she was beside her. At seven thirty, the ice cream vendor was one of the last open in the food court. She knew soon the only thing open in the mall would be the movie theatre.
Moments later, Rarity came back with three scoops of ice cream, neopolitan style, and an apple vanilla milkshake for Applejack to cheer her up, when she froze at the sight that greeted her. How dare she sit at the table without permission? "Who said you could have a chair?” she asked, eyebrow arched once more. “Now, stand up." Rarity moved the offending chair to a nearby table. "Now, get down on all fours."
Rarity held her breath, for just a moment, she saw hint of mutiny in those green eyes and she thought she would hear her safe word. However, when she saw Applejack obey her, she carefully breathed out and placed the shake on the floor in front of her and removed the straw. She licked that clean and then she tucked her black skirt under her and sat down on her pet's back to enjoy her ice cream. "Do enjoy your shake, dear."
On her hands and knees, Applejack looked glumly down at her milkshake. Rarity had removed the straw, making it extremely difficult for her to drink it. She assumed that was for the purse store. For a second, she had been tempted to say “Strawberry”, and get this day over with, but she didn’t. Not because she was on her knees being used as a seat in the mall, they’d done that before. She just wanted this day over with.
‘I can’t believe it’s been two years already…’ Applejack sighed as she tilted her head to the side and back. She figured the best way was to lap at it like a dog. She was careful not to move too much so she didn’t disturb her Mistress. At this angle, Rarity was deadly accurate with her hand and her ass was an easy target. Tomorrow they’d all get together at the farm to remember her, but she missed Granny Smith now.
Still, she guessed – correctly – that Rarity had done this whole day as a way to take her mind off things, and she had been a brat above and beyond the call of duty. She was twenty two now, not a little girl by any means, but she still missed her old granny. That said, she did appreciate the effort Rarity had gone to for today. “Mistress,” she said softly, “I’m sorry…”
Smiling, Rarity lowered her hand and playfully tousled her brat’s blonde hair. “Not yet, you aren’t, darling. I promised you a punishment when we get home, did I not?” she let the rhetorical question hang in the air for a moment, all the while she caressed and stroked Applejack’s ears. “That is unless you have something to say, in which case we’ll share a bath, I can give you a massage, and cuddle my little spoon in bed instead. How does that sound?”
If Applejack was honest, and she always was, to a fault, that sounded like just what she needed. ‘I’m so lucky to have such a generous Mistress,’ she thought. And she didn’t mean her money, though she had plenty of it since Prim Hemline had made Rarity her go-to designer – she had even been able to hire Coco Pommel to work for her at the boutique, Applejack loved how generous Rarity was with her time. Take today, as a prime example.
“To be honest, Mistress,” Applejack started after another tongue full of her shake and got a good bit of it on her chin, “All that sounds wonderful. But, to answer your question, I don’t have anything to say, Mistress.”
Rarity’s hand paused on Applejack’s hair, a passing couple of shoppers ignored as they rubbernecked at her, “Are you quite sure, dear? If you’re in need of aftercare, I’d rather you say so. After all, it’s no fun if we aren’t both having fun.”
“I’m sure, Mistress,” Applejack hoped her tone carried how grateful she was that Rarity was taking the time to ask. After three years of being her dominant, Rarity still checked in. She loved it. For a moment, she was tempted to buck her off, but decided against it. She knew from experience that Rarity was not above punishing her right where they were.
“In that case," Rarity put the straw back in the shake and wiped Applejack's chin clean, "Do finish your shake, pet.”
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Applejack whimpered beautifully, putting on a very convincing shy act, even going so far as to look up at Rarity from her kneeled position on the floor of their shared bedroom with a quiet shudder, hoping against hope that her Mistress would grant her leniency.
Deep down though, she knew it was far too late for that. Intuitively, she knew nothing was going to spare her rear from what was about to happen. She watched as Rarity, clad in nothing but thigh high black leather boots and matching arm length gloves, marched across the bedroom to the foot of their bed, where she sat imperiously and looked down upon her.
Without saying a word, Rarity placed a hand on her knee and patted it once. Quietly, sheepishly, the bratty submissive raised herself up from her kneeling position and draped herself across the dominant young woman’s lap and felt the cool leather on her belly. She trembled nervously as she felt the leather of Rarity’s delicate fingers trace their way up her thighs to her ass.
Applejack’s bottom was wrapped in a pair of plain white panties, the only thing she was currently wearing, which clung admirably to her toned, tight cheeks. While she no longer worked on the farm, instead earning her living from the juice & smoothie bar in the mall, her body was nonetheless well cared for.
That said, there was a slight roundness to her rear that hadn’t been there before, something that bounced with a quiet wobble whenever she moved. A thing that Rarity just adored. The bottom halves of the two globes peeked out casually from the hem of her panties, and her breath hitched in her throat when she felt Rarity caress her butt.
"I’m sorry, Mistress,” Applejack gulped nervously, knowing full well that the flimsy apology would do little good, neither would smooshing her modest breasts into her girlfriend’s lap. She trembled, wriggling nervously as her dominant’s fingers travelled along her rounded curves; exploring the orange skinned submissive’s bottom with an oddly gentle touch that roamed across the thin fabric of her panties, and sent shivers along her spine.
All day long she’d thought of a touch like this, in between her bouts of brattishness and reminiscing about Granny Smith. Here and now, draped across her Mistress’s lap, her body reacted on its own, the gentle motions of the leather covered fingertips triggered the responses they always did.
It didn’t take Rarity much effort to send the scent of her arousal up and into the bedroom. The bratty submissive blushed helplessly, clenching her fingers into tight fists while she felt those skilled fingers exploring casually along the ravine crafted by the twin cheeks of her ass. Every time she did this to her, she got wetter than a mermaid’s swimsuit.
Applejack whimpered, then she quickly shoved a hand into her mouth so as not to give her Mistress the satisfaction of turning her on so readily and easily. Already after just a few moments she was dripping wet back there. She could see in her mind’s eye her pussy outlined by her soaked white panties. She could even feel her fluids begin to leak down her legs, and also onto Rarity’s lap. She knew Rarity would feel the delicate wiggle and soft movements she was forcing her to make...
Slap!
The first spank came as a complete and utter shock. Applejack hadn't been expecting it at all with the way Rarity had been teasing her into a sense of security - and horrible embarrassment - but she soon realised that was the entire point. Her Mistress, ever the skilled dominant, was making sure she wouldn't be able to anticipate the blows!
The next slap across her plump, orange ass cheeks forced a yelp from the admittedly stubborn sub, followed by a squeal that filled across the bedroom. Her rear jiggled with a delightful bounce; trembling under each firm strike of the young woman's skilled fingers and forcing a jolt of pain that rippled across either buttock.
Had there been any doubt before, it was gone now; Applejack wasn’t just wet, she was soaked. Each firm clap that Rarity rained down across her well rounded bottom elicited a jolt of secondary pleasure underlining the first jolt of pain. She kicked her strong toned legs out, then she felt the sensation of her dripping labia grinding together, sodden with the hidden sensations of need that sprung from Rarity’s firm touch.
The heady scent of her arousal was really weaving its way into the air now, more and more, stronger and stronger, until the young woman was positive there was no way her Mistress didn't know what she was doing to her. Yes she was punishing her, which each firm spank that impacted off her ass, her now glowing red ass, but even then, Rarity was being generous in that she was also pleasuring her at the same time.
Applejack let out a loud scream as her cheeks turned a hot shade of dark red when she felt Rarity’s fingers dig under the waist band of her panties and she tugged them down all the way to her knees, where they fell the rest of the way down her legs and landed on the floor.
Now, her round bottom was finally bare, exposed and devoid of its meagre shield. Her cheeks, now coloured with an angry red, wiggled from side to side, and the wet, matted mound of her pubic hair glistened with an obvious sheen of arousal that smeared across Rarity’s thighs.
Now Rarity picked up her pace with a vengeance.
Applejack's bared bottom bounced under each of the incredibly stiff spanks and slaps that Rarity rapidly applied to her upturned rear. Each firm stroke forced the submissive’s behind to raise up with a hardy jiggle. The blows came so fast now that even if Applejack could have braced herself, it would have done nothing for her.
Nothing would help the way her cheeks parted slightly every time, showing off the wet muscular tunnel nestled between her roasting buns, or the way her glistening pussy was leaving a dripping trail of her fluids on Rarity’s legs. Applejack clenched her toes and arched her back, unsure what was worse now, the intense spanking or the intense pleasure she was feeling as a result.
Each firm blow caused a helpless arch and wiggle, driving the poor submissive to tears that raced eagerly down her other cheeks. She was only vaguely aware of Rarity’s reprimand now. Her Mistress’s voice drowned out by the jolt of pain and echoing smacks across her roasted buttocks.
Rarity was saying something, but Applejack didn’t hear it. She didn’t hear it because not only was she crying, she was sputtering out helpless apologies one after another after another until they merged into one noise. Her bottom cheeks had turned a dangerous shade of purple, painful welts decorated her ass, and one slap later she came.
Applejack reached her orgasm, and it was long, loud, and extremely messy. She had squirted so much there was now a puddle formed under her. It had almost two full minutes, during which she rode out the sheer bliss of her endorphin filled high, before she realised the spanking had even come to an end. Fortunately, Rarity was holding her firmly on her lap with her non-spanking hand placed on her back, otherwise she was sure she’d have fell on the floor.
Except, Rarity’s fingers no longer bought down the force of her punishment across her bare behind. Instead, she was simply holding her and stroking her gently, guiding her with whispered nothings through her high. That was when Rarity, who had been proudly surveying her handiwork, cut through her sub’s haze.
“Well, dear, I can’t say that went entirely as I planned, now can I?” Rarity smirked victoriously, because so far the session had gone exactly as she had anticipated. “It seems some selfish brat enjoyed what was supposed to be a punishment, didn’t they?” she continued as Applejack turned a questioning look to her.
“B-Bu-But…M-Mistress…”
“Ah, ah,” Rarity silenced her coughing, spluttering brat with a finger to her lips while her thumb wiped her eyes, “Now, you can’t help liking your spanking, darling, but you can help cumming without permission. I have trained you better than that, have I not?”
Rarity didn’t wait for a response. She gripped Applejack’s blonde hair and yanked it hard, using it like a leash to guide her lover from her lap and onto the bed. “On your back, brat, and place your arms underneath you, palms on your butt.” When she was in position, Rarity stood over her and smirked. “I do hope you’re prepared for what’s next…”
Rarity waited just a few moments, long enough for anticipation to settle in before she slipped onto the bed and swung her right knee over Applejack’s torso and straddled her chest with a bitten lower lip. She was looking forward to this! The dominant woman adjusted her position until she was straddling her neck, with her sub’s face tucked snugly between her leather clad thighs.
Applejack laid perfectly still under her Mistress, happy to look up in adoration of her perfect pussy, her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair just visible from where she laid. The absolute last thing on her mind was to try and wriggle her head free from between her girlfriend’s legs. But, with it propped up on her pillow and Rarity sitting on her neck and her leather clad thighs trapping the sides of her head, she couldn’t get free anyway.
The position of power and control almost made Rarity swoon, it was intoxicating, seeing her sub beneath her. She couldn't help but smile at the fact that Applejack was already taking shallow nervous breaths. Rarity had to remember to pace herself. She shook her head and reached down to hold onto her head.
"You know, dear, this look suits you,” Rarity said silkily, “Your face about to become my seat. You should quit the smoothie bar and do this full time. Imagine it, a ring gag, a blindfold, you’d be the perfect throne for me…”
Combing her leather clad fingers through Applejack’s long blonde hair, which Rarity was determined was going to look like a bird's nest by the time she was through, she didn’t give her sub the chance to reply. Locking her hands in the back of her hair, pinning her head down to the pillow, she lowered herself straight down until she felt her labia smother over Applejack’s mouth, leaving her nose poking out above it.
A huffing moan left Rarity’s mouth as her brat tried to answer her, but just muffled words of protest entered her pussy. Realising her words didn’t stand a chance of being understood, she tried to shake her head, but by that time Rarity was holding onto the headboard with an equal amount of firmness which prevented her from moving more than an inch.
With no choice but to breathe through her nose, the sound of the air whistling in and out as her heart rate increased filled Rarity’s ears like the sweetest of music. She looked down at her and saw her expression of disbelief looking back at her. Of course Rarity wouldn’t actually reduce her girlfriend to the status of mere chair, objectification wasn’t her thing, but it didn’t hurt to let the idea linger in the air. "Mmmnnphh!" Applejack uttered, moving her hands from under her ass in a futile attempt to get Rarity off of her face.
Rarity couldn’t help but giggle. She knew full well that if Applejack wanted to move her, she was more than capable of launching her through the ceiling. “Ah, ah, dear. Hands back where they were, if you please.” She forced her bodyweight down, further smothering her until Applejack’s hands returned under her rear. Rarity then moaned as her muffled sounds vibrated against her, and she slowly began to grind her hips onto her face, covering her nose momentarily each time.
"Lick me, Jackie,” Rarity breathed out her command, looking down at her sub’s reddening face, "Or I'll ride your face." She added with a sternness born from her position of power, which made Applejack’s struggling ease for a moment. She looked up at her and muffled in protest, arching her back, which just caused Rarity to slide forward on her face as a result.
Applejack yelped as the sudden slide caused Rarity to cover both her nose and mouth with her pussy, and she immediately corrected her bucking arch. But to Rarity above her it felt too good. She again gripped onto her hair with one hand, pulling her nose deeper into her rapidly moistening slit until it was completely submerged and pressing against her clit.
"Suit yourself, darling," Rarity said with a grin, as she began to slowly grind on her nose and face.
"Mmmnnghph!" as Applejack moaned, Rarity drove her hips faster, adding more pressure onto her nose with each slide back and forth over her freckled face. She then let go of her hair and held onto the headboard for support. Bucking her hips down onto her face, Rarity increased the speed of her grinding, and she even added a rotation to the rhythm, throwing her head back.
But with her thighs spread as they were, Applejack used that to squirm her head to one side so she could inhale a desperate gasp of air. “Aaaaaaaah!” she breathed in, but before she could fill her lungs, Rarity just as quickly jerked her sub’s head right back, leaving little to no time for words.
The dominant woman was now holding her head by her hair, and was pulling her face up into her dripping wet tunnel, smothering her once again. Any words she did make were trapped beneath her as she closed her leather clad thighs around her head to secure her hold.
Rarity started up her grinding again with somewhat of a scowl, put off that it had been interrupted in the first place. She felt Applejack buck beneath her again and she giggled, her body coping with hers so that she was not thrown off her rodeo ride. Again, she knew if she wanted, she could easily overpower her, and that gave her a greater sense of control than ever.
On top of her, Rarity knew it was a matter of time before she needed air, and with that, she knew she was strong enough to keep it from her. And it made her dominant body burn with lust, arousal and need.
"MMMnghh!!" Applejack screeched, the need to breathe becoming very urgent all of a sudden. Rarity moaned as Applejack desperately tried exhaling, which sent pockets of air bubbles up into her sopping wet snatch. They could be heard popping as she continued to grind against her nose in utter bliss.
Wave upon wave of pleasure rippled up through Rarity’s body and her grip on her girlfriend’s hair grew tighter, pulling her even closer against her as her bucks grew wilder as her need for air became more prominent. Applejack let out a defeated whimper as Rarity panted and finally dropped her head back onto the pillow, letting her gasp for air with closed eyes.
As they opened, Applejack glared at her, which she returned with a sly sadistic grin.
"R-Ra-Rarity…mmppgghh!" Applejack protested as Rarity firmly pulled her back under, this time covering her entire face, and pinning her body securely to the bed. Her shoulders squirmed and thrashed as she struggled to get up, which she did partially succeed in, but Rarity’s weight forced her back down.
Pausing for the briefest of moments, listening for hint of a safe word, when she heard none, Rarity pushed her hips down onto her face and bit her lower lip. "I gave you your option, my darling brat, now deal with the one you chose." Rarity purred as she started her grinding again. “Afterall, this is a punishment.”
Applejack’s nose had now slipped inside her Mistress’s pussy, and her mouth was tucked beneath her immaculately clean rear, smothered under the mass of both her cheeks. Rarity had never been more in love with her svelte curves than when she was depriving her beloved of air, riding her face.
As she rode her, Rarity could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, and she could hear the noticeable squishing of liquids her sub’s nose was making in her pussy. Applejack continued to buck and whimper, but Rarity was far too along to consider stopping now. With a swift jerk of her head to the left, she was able to suck in a few breaths of air, whimpering as she did so.
Sitting back up, Rarity sucked her teeth and grabbed her by her blonde hair once again, which was by now wet and matted to her scalp. Applejack continued to gasp for air before even thinking of speaking, as Rarity pulled her hair out from under her head and divided it into two sections, twisting them into crude handles.
"Rarity, plea…"
And back under she went. With a sharp thrust of her hips, Rarity overpowered her head, and she slid back onto her mouth and nose. Her green eyes, wide open, were still looking up at her until Rarity gripped the crude pigtails she had made by their base, and yanked her head up to submerge her entire face.
This time Rarity just sat, catching her breath as her brat again tried to throw her off. She had fight in her, which was one of the things she loved about her. Again, she squirmed her head beneath her Mistress, which made very little progress with the grip she had on her head. More air bubbles slid into her pussy, making Rarity moan and start her grinding once more.
This was just divine!
Rarity assumed she must have pulled her under in the middle of her exhalation. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as her bucking grew more intense. Her body coped as she held the pigtails, as if riding a wild animal. And then, after a few more panicked moments, Rarity was most surprised when she felt Applejack's tongue snake its way inside her and start slowly licking around.
Erupting into giggles, Rarity let her lover’s head fall, allowing her air solely through her nose, which she sucked in greedily as she looked up at her dominant with quick-blinking eyes. "So, you’ve decided to obey me, mmm?" she snickered, stroking her soaked blonde hair.
While Applejack kept licking like her life suddenly depended on it, Rarity judged her surrender had come too late. She wanted more. Seemingly sensing this, her licking grew faster and deeper as she pleasured her lover. Rarity grinned and moaned as her tongue slithered in deeper and she began to bounce on it, her hard clit hitting her nose with each bounce.
Applejack grunted each time Rarity’s weight dropped onto her. And out of the shear fact that she could, she rubbed her sopping snatch across her face, from the top of her forehead to the base of her chin with each rough slide. With each thrust, her clean puckered hole pressed into Applejack’s nose each time. She closed her eyes tightly and whimpered as her Mistress’s juices were spread around her face.
When Rarity stopped, she was seated on her mouth once again, and she wiped her green eyes clean of her own juices so that she could open them. The defeat and submission there was utterly adorable.
Gasping for breath, Applejack began to try and wiggle her head free once again. By this time, Rarity was close to her own climax. She could feel her body tensing up, and she was ready to cum all over that gorgeous freckled face of hers.
But not until she was so desperate for air, that the creaking from the bed could be heard across the hall. Reaching over onto her nightstand, Rarity picked a bottle of baby oil that she had set there and plucked it open, pouring some into her hand, and then down her perfectly flat stomach, rubbing it against herself.
"Ra-Rarity I-I…mmmgghpphh!" she screeched into her Mistress, making her whimper and moan, dropping her hand down onto her sub’s forehead. She slid forward, so that Applejack’s nose was tucked beneath her and pulled her head up by her hair to suppress her further.
"Mmmmnnngghh!!" she mumbled as she bucked her body. Rarity readjusted herself on her face when the buck stopped and quickly pulled at each pigtail, causing her face to press even tighter under me, until all that was left visible was her long blonde hair sticking out from between her white thighs. She pulled as hard as she could, feeling Applejack's nose and face press even tighter against her sex.
"MMmmgghhppghh!!" she whined, twisting her body about again and, with a held breath and a bitten lip, Rarity sat there in utter contentment, gaining her breath as Applejack continued to buck and writhe under her fighting for hers. The oil helped to slide her nose against her, but was not enough to aid her in slipping out into freedom.
"Mmmmmmhhggh!!!" Applejack exclaimed, quickly reaching her limit under Rarity’s thighs and pussy. Breathing was becoming laboured, and she had forgotten the taste of a clean breath of air. She knew all she had to do was tap Rarity’s ass three quick times to stop it, but she wasn’t quite there yet. Not yet.
Above her, Rarity groped her bare breasts, massaging them and pulling at her nipples with her leather clad hands. She was in ecstasy. Poor Applejack was – half heartedly - trying everything to pry her off, but nothing she did had the effect she desired. Rarity just sat, moaned and panted as she unwillingly grinded against her. Rarity’s body tensed as more bubbles pushed into her tunnel, moving around in the engulfed space.
Rarity’s sweaty body stiffened and she gripped onto the bed’s headboard as I felt her longed for orgasm arrive. Applejack bucked and kicked her feet as Rarity screamed so loud she was sure the neighbours heard. She was relentless in her fight for air, and as her ejaculate squirted all over her face, Rarity heard the pitch in her voice go from that of desperate to panicked.
As Rarity’s orgasm burst onto Applejack’s face, and up her nose and in her mouth, the submissive finally moved both hands and tapped three times on both her Mistress’s ass cheeks, to make sure she felt the safe gesture. A split second later, and Rarity was up and off her face, slumped on the bed beside her.
“J-Ja-Jackie…darling…a-are you alright?” Rarity propped herself up on an elbow to get a proper look at her sub who was gulping down fresh air into her burning lungs, and immediately she felt a lurch of guilt deep in her gut. “Oh, Jackie!” she reached for a hand full of baby wipes from the night stand and wiped her lover’s face. “I went too far! I’m so sorry, darling!”
“R-Rarity…” Applejack coughed up a mouthful of Rarity’s cum, “I’m fine, I swear, I just…couldn’t breathe. I ah, I panicked,” she admitted, a deep blush colouring her orange cheeks.
“My love, that’s what the safe gesture is there for, dear,” Rarity smiled as she tenderly caressed Applejack’s cheek and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, blushing herself when she tasted herself and oil on her heated skin. “Now, lets get you in that bath I promised, shall we?”
Just as Rarity was going to do just that, she caught the sight of Applejack’s rear, and she paused, before she rolled her submissive over onto her belly. “Just lay there a bit while I get the bath ready.” She then left the bedroom to the adjoining bathroom and started the water running. She was back within two minutes, a slight concerned look on her face. “Your ass is quite colourful right now. I did a lovely number on it.”
“My ass knows, believe me,” replied Applejack, who looked over her shoulder, “Wowee jeez, you really did do a number, huh. I think I ain't gonna be sitting right for a few days.”
Smirking, Rarity stepped into the bedroom proper, allowing Applejack to see that she was now fully nude, and holding a jar of cream. “Let me add to your woes by rubbing this in, dear.” The cream was cold, but, applied small amounts like it was, it absorbed into the orange skin in less than a minute.
“Took off the Mistress get up, I see,” Applejack giggled and then she let out a long, breathy ‘ooooh’ at the slight sting of the cream. “Those gloves and boots suit you, you know.”
“That is true,” Rarity rolled her eyes, because of course the boots and gloves suited her, “But I find aftercare is more productive without the dominatrix gear. As a bonus, touching your ass with my bare hand is nice. The gloves make it nice when I smack that bare ass.”
“Hmmm, is it as hot as it feels?” asked Applejack, who shuddered at the touch of Rarity's hand and more importantly, her delicate fingers. “Hey uh, thanks, for today. I don't mean the kinky stuff, I mean the trip to the mall. And, I'm sorry too. You put a lot of thought into it, and I kinda ruined it, didn't I?”
“Your ass feels simply lovely, darling,” smiled Rarity, while she rubbed the areas of buttocks that were not damaged, just because she could. “Jackie, you can be more stubborn than a mule at times. I did think I could distract you a bit, and it worked from time to time. It was obvious to me when you returned your focus on family, but that is a part I love about you.”
“It's been two years,” admitted Applejack, who rested her head on the backs of her hands and resolved to enjoy the massage, “And it still gets to me. I guess it will do every year. But...” she let out a very deep sigh, “I'm feeling...I dunno...guilty too, I guess, about ma and pa passing.”
Without any warning, Rarity performed a not so comfortable grope of a bruised orange ass cheek. “The word you want is sad. Guilt implies you are the cause. The only thing you caused your parents is an abundance of love flowing out of them.”
“Oww, Rares!” exclaimed Applejack, who even went so far as to give her girlfriend a reproachful look over her shoulder, before making that sigh again. “I mean, I should feel just as sad about ma and pa as I do about Granny, but I don't. Like, I didn't know them like Mac did, he gets cut up every year...I'm not explaining this very well am I?”
Just as quickly, Rarity's hands returned to the soft rubbing motion, spreading the healing cream over her bottom. “That was an honest thing to say, Jackie. Granny took over the role of mother and father for you and Bloom, and the same for Mac. You should ask Mac about when he held you and Bloom at their passing. I'm sure he thought he would have to take that role, which, thankfully, Granny took.”
“I know. I just wish I'd got the chance to know 'em better than just hearing stories from Granny, Grand Pear, Burnt Oak and Mrs. Cake, is all.” The deep sigh became a long, happy sigh now that the massage was soft and gentle. “What did you buy from the mall, anyway? I'll admit I wasn't paying much attention half the time.”
Choosing not to answer that, Rarity got off the bed and she took Applejack’s hand to pull her up, too. “Not paying attention to me is a crime, for which you pay for later, with the things I bought. Now, it is bath time.”
“I could use a bath,” Applejack smiled and stood up, a few muscles popped as she stretched her back and arms. Lifting her arms up, she sniffed at herself and winced, “I smell of sweat and ass…” she paused and her eyes went wide, “Not that your ass smells any, it don't, it's perfect, I meant...I don't know what I meant…” she rather wisely became silent on the way to the bath.
Instead of slapping her girlfriend’s ass, which she dearly wanted to do, Rarity just giggled. After all, she had dished out enough punishment to that body part. “Yes, my personal perfume. Assure, it’s a rear blend.” A full bubble bath awaited the two of them. Having stopped the water, Rarity stepped in first so that Applejack could sit in front of her, and have her back to her.
“Sweet holy fuck!” Applejack let out the obscene swear when her battered behind touched the hot bubbly water and, finally, she sat down after a few moments of hovering and false attempts. Once she was in, she leant her back to Rarity's front. “That was hot by the way, the whole breath play thing you did. Been wanting to do that for a while, huh?”
Rarity had wanted to try the face-sitting breath play for a couple of months now, ever since she had seen it on an adult movie they had both enjoyed. “I talked at some length to you about signals. Why did you panic?”
“I dunno,” replied Applejack with a shrug of her shoulders, “I forgot when I couldn't breathe right, when you were really getting into it at the end. It was kinda like that time I dived in the old swimming hole back on the farm when I was a kid, and Mac fished me out, half drowned.”
Rather playfully, not too painfully, Rarity tweaked Applejack’s left ear between her thumb and forefinger. “Did you just compare me to a swimming hole, Jackie?”
“Oow!” exclaimed Applejack, “No...” then she giggled, because the tweak hadn’t been that hard. “Well,” she tried to rescue her situation, “You do have hidden dangerous depths under them still calm waters.”
Bright, twinkling laughter filled the bathroom. “I love that you're so easy to tease, but you do get to make a good comeback, now and again.” Still giggling, Rarity began washing her sub’s front and back.
“And you're right good at that there cleaning,” Applejack had no complaints whatsoever, mostly because Rarity was taking her sweet time cleaning her modest breasts. To say thank you, she leant her head back for an upside down kiss. “The next time we do that, I won't panic.”
“There will be a next time,” Rarity resolved, “So I'll find out if that is true or not.”
“I hope so, missy. So, tomorrow,” Applejack swiftly changed the topic to that of the upcoming Sunday. The get together to remember Granny Smith had been planned for a long time, and the whole Apple, Pear and Pie families were going to be in attendance. “I reckon it's gonna be a whole five seconds before you go all googly over Sugar Belle's belly.”
“Darling,” Rarity commented, nonplussed, “If it takes me five seconds, it is because you pushed me down a well.”
Now, Applejack burst out laughing, “She sure is big and huge now, ain't she? What with it being her second and all.”
“And I expect her Aunt Jackie to tell the young'n all about the Great Grand Mother she wasn't able to meet,” said Rarity in a very soft voice.
“I surely will, and I bet her Aunt Rarity will tell her, too.” Again, Applejack cocked her head back to look at Rarity behind her. “You want one, don’t you, sugar? I can tell the way you look at Sugar Belle every time we go over.”
A fond smile came over Rarity’s face at that. “Since you mention it, I do need to replace Sweetie Belle rearranging my fabric and interrupting my projects. You try, but you just don't have the chaos she did.” She did miss her little sister’s antics, but Sweetie had her singing career taking off in Manehatten, as well as Scootaloo to look after.
“The east coast don't know what hit 'em,” snickered Applejack, “So how about it, you wanna be a mom with me?”
“Yes, but now, no. I'm not going to be a single parent, after all,” Rarity pointedly kissed the top of her lover's head, “Am I?”
“Of course you ain't, Rares,” Applejack answered her, “It's too far gone to make an honest lady of ya, but I'll still marry you all the same. I'm sure I'll look right good in my smoothie bar uniform all big and round.”
“Oh my! Inspiration! Maternity dresses!” with her eyes wide, Rarity hugged her girlfriend from behind. They had, briefly, discussed marriage a few times over the past few years, but nothing had emerged from it. Maybe this time something would. “Not that I'm against you being big and round, but I thought adoption was the way we'd go.”
“Well now, I was thinking mostly about that belly fetish thing you got going on but think I don't know about, but yeah, I can go for adoption. I mean,” Applejack paused for a breath, “We've seen Sugar go through it twice now, and it looks fun at the start, but now she's at the 'I want it out of me' stage, it don't look as fun.”
“No changing the subject on what I think about bellies,” smirked Rarity, who did indeed have a fetish for pregnant women, but that wasn’t for now, “Just how were you going to get big and round, Jackie?”
“I was thinking, I'm sure Sugar wouldn't mind sharing Mac…eeeEEEEEEK!” Applejack’s sarcasm was quickly squashed when a jug full of water was unceremoniously dumped on her head. “Seriously though, ain't there that fancy medical thing, that IVF? I heard something about it on the news.”
“That is one way,” agreed Rarity, who vaguely recalled the article in question, about a lesbian couple in Vanhoover using it to get pregnant, “Though I don't care for how they take something out of you and then put it back in. Even if IUI is hit or miss, it seems more 'natural' to me.” She reached around and tapped Applejack’s freckled nose, “As long as the donor is anonymous.”
“Anonymous works for me, sugarcube.”
“Once that one is out of diapers,” continued Rarity, mind awash with possibilities, “What do you think of me having a turn?”
“I reckon that there's a fine plan,” Applejack sighed happily and relaxed fully onto Rarity behind her, smooshing her larger breasts into her back, “Our own family. I like the sound of that.”
“Yes, as do I,” agreed Rarity, “But I have to figure out how to keep my parents from acting weirder than they already do,” she giggled, “Your turn to clean me. I did work up something of a sweat spanking that ass.”
