Before Applejack went home to begin reading Twilight’s gift, an idea popped into her head. And as she continuously second-guessed herself, her hooves led her to Rarity’s house. Before she knew it, she was at her friend’s front door. Applejack couldn’t tell if she was feeling adventurous or just plain reckless. But after the relative success she had with Twilight, she figured she might as well try. Applejack had a request to make of Rarity, which she thought could only turn out one of two ways: instant rejection or enthusiastic acceptance. Applejack had learned a bit of private information about Rarity a few months earlier, and she hoped that it would help make opening up to her a little less awkward.

Applejack could hear Rarity playing one of her classical music records from outside. She politely knocked on the door. It was only after she’d already knocked that she noticed the large sign hung up on the door. It said CLOSED in bold print, and underneath in hastily written scribbles it said do not disturb.

Applejack didn’t want to bother Rarity, but she assumed she wouldn’t mind at least greeting her at the door and making plans to talk another time. Rarity probably just didn’t want to be bombarded by a bunch of customers while she was relaxing. Applejack knocked again. But the rather ridiculous volume of Rarity’s music kept the unicorn from hearing Applejack. But when Applejack pressed her ear against the door, as she had made a habit of doing, she had no problem hearing Rarity herself.

“Oh, Prince Blueblood! This makes up for everything. Your—ugh!—manners may need some work, but you certainly know how to—ugh!—please a lady in other ways.”

Applejack couldn’t believe this was happening to her again. She smacked her hoof on her face and shook her head.

“Oh, Shining Armor!” Rarity’s voice became especially squeaky and ecstatic. “Your stallionhood… It’s simply divine! So elegant yet—mm!—masculine. But what about poor Cadence? Won’t she be upset if she finds out? I would hate to ruin your—ooh!—marriage… But wait! If she truly isn’t satisfying you, then what you need is a real mare. A mare with—ugh!—passion! As long as you don’t mind sharing with Bluebood of course. Now…show me what Cadence has been missing.”

Rarity began moaning dramatically. It was so loud that it seemed as if she was trying to compete with the volume of her music. Applejack couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her brother’s little run-in with their cousin in the barn seemed like nothing compared to the crazed sex party Rarity seemed to be throwing.

“But wait!” Rarity shrieked yet again. “What will dear Twilight think of me? You’re right. She’d—hng!—probably be—ugh!—jealous.”

Rarity went back to her moaning. Applejack looked around to make sure nopony noticed her. Nopony did, but Applejack still felt a little guilty. Just as she was about to leave, another round of Rarity’s ramblings made her stick around.

“Care to—mm!—join us, Fancy Pants? You look so lonesome over there. Don’t worry. There’s plenty of Miss Rarity to go around. Now don’t be shy, darling.”

Rarity became strangely quiet after that. Applejack couldn’t make out any sounds other than the unicorn’s music. The break from Rarity’s praising of her stallion companions gave Applejack a moment to think, and the obvious answer to what was going on hit her almost instantly.

“Well, shoot,” she thought to herself. “I should have known. That’s the whole reason I came over here in the first place.”

She decided it was best to leave Rarity alone. She’d done enough spying for one day, or a lifetime for that matter. But another pony just happened to show up, ignore Rarity’s sign, and rudely pound on the door.

“Why won’t she answer?” said the rude pony.

Applejack simply pointed to the sign.

“I don’t have time for this,” said the rude pony as she continued to knock on the door as loudly as she could. “Miss Rarity! Open up!”

The door finally opened. Applejack shuffled over to the side to distance herself from the rude pony. Rarity popped her head out. Her usually perfect mane had more than a few loose hairs sticking out, giving away that she wasn’t expecting to have to deal with customers or anypony else.

“May I help you?” she said, trying desperately hard to hide how angry she was.

“I wanted to—”

“Please read the sign,” said Rarity, interrupting the rude pony. “I’m ever so sorry. But I closed an hour early today. I’ll be more than happy to assist you tomorrow.”

“Fine…” said the rude pony as she walked away.

Before Rarity had a chance to shut the door, Applejack hopped in front of her.

“Hey, Rarity.”

“Oh… Applejack. What brings you here?”

“I’m awful sorry for bothering you. I know you’re closed…”

“It’s fine. It’s fine,” said Rarity, waving her hoof. “I can make an exception for a friend.”

“Well, what I wanted to ask you isn’t something I can say out here, so maybe I should just come back later.”

“Nonsense. Come inside.”

Rarity opened the door for Applejack. As she walked in, Rarity stuck her head outside to make sure nopony saw her, then she quickly shut the door behind them. As soon as the door was shut, Rarity rushed to her bed and covered something up with a blanket before Applejack noticed. Rarity blushed and joined Applejack on the other side of the room, pretending that nothing was wrong.

“So how may I help you, Applejack?” she said as she tried to tidy up her mane in front of her mirror.

“Well, it’s something very personal.”

“Oh, Applejack. You don’t have to worry about that. You can share anything with me.”

“It’s something personal for both of us…”

“Oh?” said Rarity, glancing at Applejack in the mirror.

“Yeah…uh… Remember when Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle found your—?”

“I thought we agreed to never speak of that again. It’s so…embarrassing. I can only imagine how you must think of me.”

“Rarity…”

“And your sister… Sweet little Apple Bloom’s innocence has been spoiled by my carelessness.”

“I talked to her about it, and everything’s fine. She doesn’t—”

Rarity flung herself on the floor. “After all this time, have you finally come to end our friendship? I suppose it’s all I deserve.”

“Rarity!” Applejack screamed, trying to break the unicorn out of her dramatic self-pity.

“Yes, Applejack?” said Rarity, sticking out her bottom lip.

“I was actually hoping to ask you…if you could tell me where you bought those…things.”

“You mean…?”

“Yeah. It’s just that…some things have come up, and I thought it might be nice to uh…have one of my own, ya know?” Applejack’s face was bright red, her eyes looked everywhere but at Rarity.

“You’re serious?”

“I am,” said Applejack, closing her eyes and lowering her head. “This isn’t easy for me to talk about either, but I want you to know that—”

“Oh, Applejack!” said Rarity as she jumped up with a twinkle in her eye. “This is marvelous! I can’t tell you how dreadful it’s been shopping for these types of things on my own. But now I have you to go with! Oh, we’ll have a wonderful time! I can show you the little shop where I buy all of my ‘exotic’ items. How scandalous! A couple of friends sneaking off together on naughty shopping trips.”

“Uh…well alright then,” said Applejack with a chuckle. Rarity’s enthusiasm melted away the awkwardness of the situation.

“Would you like to see mine?” said Rarity as if she were offering to show Applejack her baby pictures.

“I guess.”

“Wonderful! I’ll only be a moment.”

Rarity walked over to her bed and uncovered what she’d been hiding. She took them into her bathroom to clean them in the sink. Applejack waited patiently in the middle of the boutique.

“I still cannot express how relieved I am, Applejack,” said Rarity, raising her voice over the sound of the sink.

“I’m glad.”

“This is just one of those dirty little secrets that I’ve always felt strange about. And I nearly died when our sisters found these things. I thought I’d lose your friendship and your respect all in one day.”

“Well that obviously wasn’t the case. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle are fine. And I’d never lose respect for you over something like this. It’s a natural thing.”

“Well of course pleasuring oneself is a rather natural thing,” said Rarity as she used her magic to cover her toys with soap. “As two mature mares, we should be able to discuss those types of things without giggling like a pair of school fillies. It’s just…actually indulging myself enough to use these always made me feel like I was…odd. I guess that was silly of me.”

“I can understand that. Being embarrassed about this sort of thing is just as natural as enjoying it.”

“Oh, Applejack. If only everypony were as mature and understanding as you.”

Applejack smiled. She always knew how lucky she was to have such amazing friends, but today made her feel especially blessed.

“There,” said Rarity. “Nice and clean.”

Rarity walked out of the bathroom and displayed her toys on the bed for Applejack to see.

“They’re ready,” said Rarity.

Applejack stepped up to Rarity’s bed and took a look at the freshly cleaned sex toys. There were three. They were very detailed in terms of being anatomically correct, and they each had a unique size, shape, and color combination. The shafts were mostly white, but they gradually changed to a different color towards the testicles at the base of each toy.

The one on the left was around the average size of a fully grown stallion’s penis. It curved up slightly, and its base was a pale blue color. The one in the middle was larger, and it was almost perfectly straight. It was also white with a blue base, but it was a darker shade of blue. It looked like it had a switch on the bottom too. The toy on the right was the largest, and its head was especially large and flared. The shaft curved down slightly, and the testicles appeared to be much more lifelike compared to the ones on the smaller toys. Its lower half was a light gold color.

“Well,” said Rarity. “These are my boys—uh—toys. I decorated them myself. Aren’t they lovely?”

Applejack didn’t answer. All she could think about was getting her hooves on a toy of her own. Or two…

Author's Note

Still no Big Mac or Braeburn...
This story is becoming more elaborate than I originally planned.