[AiE] Untitled AJ and Rarity Story, part 1

I hope you enjoy this short story.

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>You want to speak. And Applejack clearly wants to say something.

>The both of you are just walking aimlessly around the orchard.

>You and AJ, go about trying to form some kind of a sentence. Stuttering the first word only to stop halfway. Honestly, what can you say at this point.

"Applejack. I'm sorry..."

>Stating the obvious. That's a start.

>"For what."

"For ruining dinner."

>"I think It's safe to say that it wasn't completely your fault."

"I... I Don't know... I just-"

>"Listen, I think you reacted in a completely normal way."

"Yeah. For a sissy. *sigh* I didn't even know my voice could get that high-pitched."

>While dining with the Apple Family, A sizable cockroach crawled on your leg.

>Once you noticed, you jumped up and screamed your damn lungs out.

>Your legs were crossed under the table so this sent everything flying at Granny Smith.

>She was fine, just covered in everything the Apples were serving that night.

>However, Before anything was said, you ran out of there like a little wiener.

>So. Applejack, Knowing full well that you hit the nail on the head, looks around nervously, trying to think of a way to further console you.

>"Y-you know... I think- *BUUUUURP*."

>She places a hoof over her mouth.

"Hah! Nice one."

>"Thanks! But, like I was tryin' to say, I think we should just call it a night. We'll deal with it in the mornin'. Uh, did you ever find a place to stay?"

>Your small house + The day Pinkie claimed to be your Birthday + Granny Smith's Moonshine x Seven bottles of Whiskey. And one jug of the pony equivalent of Everclear = Your house burning down.

>Yay!

"Actually. No. I did not. You don't mind if I stay here for the night, do ya?"

>"Not at all."

"Cool. Thanks! You're the best!"

>Applejack shuffles about.

>"Oh... I don't know about that. Heh."

"I do. Anyways. If it's alright. I'll stay in that storage shed."

>"You sure?"

"Yup. I already inconvenienced you multiple times with my lazy ass so far. This will be just fine."

>"Alright. Let's go."

>Once you open the shed, you see nothing but a crap load of boxes. You're not sure how the shed could have gotten this full in the span of what, two days?

>Either way, you and AJ clear the mess. Close to half an hour later you clear the last box and before you know it, you've collapsed onto the bed, and fall asleep soon after.

>When you awaken, you feel like your breathing has been slightly hindered.

>Great. Are you getting allergies now?

>Apparently not. For, as soon as you open your eyes, you see that Applejack is all curled up on your chest. Her ear twitches as she lets out a little whimper.

>HHNNNNNNNGG!

>Even though you did that internally, your chest movement was enough to wake her up.

 

"Good morning, sleepy head~."

>You kiss her on the nose. You might have gotten too carried away with that bit.

>"Oh, Good- *Yaaaaaawn* -mornin' Anon. I hope you slept well."

"I did. Probably not as well as you, though."

>"Ya see, I was gonna walk back to the house. But, I was just too darn tired."

"After what we did last night, I'm inclined to agree with you."

>"It was -mighty- tiring. But, as I thought, you really toughened up an' showed what you're made of."

"I have to say, even when I almost spilled my load all over you, you really kept your composure. Heck. It almost looked like you were ready for it."

>"Aww, you were workin' up a good pace. I was just tryin' to keep up with you."

"I guess moving boxes, and carrying things is my ultimate destiny."

>"Honestly, Those hand of yours are really somethin'. That's for sure."

"Thank evolution."

>"THANK YOU, EVOLUTION!" Applejack shouts outside the window.

"And there she goes, folks! AJ, once again assuring her title of the 'silliest Pony in the whole world'!"

"Ha-ha. Whatever you say, Anon. Now, if'n ya don't mind. I gotta wash up. I really worked up a good sweat from last night."

>That would explain that slightly earthy, musky scent that's permeating in the shed.

>It smells kinda nice.

>Applejack jumps off of you, grabs her hat, and walks on out.  

>As she leaves you swear you heard a faint squelching noise?

>Eh. No matter. Time to get up to and check out the status of your house.

>Yes, It's being rebuilt.

>A stirring in your pants confirms: Hello, Morning wood!

>Shit. You can only hope that Applejack didn't feel it while you two were conversing, Okay Yeah, she probably did.

>... Good job, ya damn perv.

 

>Since you got nothing to do today, you really should check with Twil-

"OOF!"

>"OW!"

>You fall to your knees and recoil from the pain from the fact that you rammed your erected dick right into a box.

>Funny. You don't even remember putting one there...

>Fuck! That's because you didn't. You actually poked Twilight's face with your dick.

>Quick! Cross your legs! Do something to hide your hard salami!

>"Anon! What the heck was that about."

>She continues rubbing her right eye, while trying to look upset. It doesn't work. It just looks really funny. You just don't have the strength to laugh right now.

"*groan* I could ask you the same thing."

>"I came here to check on you, and then you hit me with a stick, or something. Is this how you greet your friends?"

"No. I didn't even hear you arriving. I was on my way to see how you were doing."

>"Well, I -was- just fine a minute ago. Where did that stick go anyways. I ought to jab -you- with it. Just to see how you like it."

"I *cough* I think you probably broke it."

>"Serves you right, walking around with a weapon like that."

>The pain begins reaching your kidneys.

"You could say it's a part of me... Ugh. I need to lie down for a minute."

>"No time for that. We've got lots of things to do."

>Yeah, no. You decide to lie down anyways.

"Things? Like what."

>"Oh, you know, checking on the progress of your house, for starters."

>She gets no response from you, as you are grasping your sides in agony.

>"Didn't I tell you -not- to lie down? Or were you not listening. Hey, are you all right?"

"Give me a moment, deary."

>You sharply inhale through your teeth as the pain starts to slowly subside.

>"Oh, and we'll need to send Princess Celestia a detailed report about the events of -that night-. I figure we'll just make something up, because if we were to mention that even a drop of alcohol was involved? Pfft! Well she would certainly be miffed. Not to mention-"

>You continue to silently deal with the pain as Twilight goes on about blah-dee-blah.

>Getting slightly annoyed, you blindly reach for her mouth to hold it shut, but you end up grabbing her horn.

>"*Gasp* Anon! W-what are you-"

"Shhhhhhhhhh. Calm yourself, young one."

>"Wha? B-but I'm-"

"Shh. I just want you to shut up. Thanks. You're a doll." You speak through clenched teeth.

>After a moment of silence, the pain fully subsides.

>You get up off of your ass, and let go of Twilight's horn. Not quite in that order.

>"Please, Anon. Warn me before you go grabbing my horn."

"I was actually aiming for your mouth."

>Context.

>"Look, it's just kind of... *grumble grumble*"

"Let's not play this game, Twi. We're not children."

>"I think you mean foals."

>Out of pure frustration, you grab her horn.

>Yes. Without warning.

>"GAH!! A-Anon! L-let go!"

>Her horn lights up with a dim aura, and feels warm to the touch.

>She must be trying to cast a spell on you.

"What? Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of -NOT- casting spells. Heh heh. OOF!"

>Oh yeah. She can still punch you in the gut with her limbs.

>Limbs that don't require the use of magic.

"Okay, okay, fine. Sheesh! Let's just go before you end up paralyzing me."

>"Hmph. Finally."

Twilight leads you down the path into town.

>"Hey, Anon? How are your writing skills."

"Uhhhh. Let's just cross that bridge when we get to it."

 

>You are Applejack, and you are currently bathing outside in a trough.

"*sigh* what to do, what to do."

>Get a hold of yourself, girl.

>You nearly lost it this morning.

>You don't know why, but... When you were talkin' to Anon. You started getting a tad 'excited'

>It's strange considering that you never saw Anonymous as anything but a friend.

>What's more, is he ain't even a pony. He says he's a 'human'. but, you don't even know what that is. Not even Granny know what it is.

>Maybe your season is just coming on... Hm. That's gonna call for some heavy changes at home.

"*gasp* Shoot!"

>And, Now that you remembered, your marehood started winking while you were trotting past the doorway.

>Did... Did he notice?

"No. No. He probably would've said something."

>"Who would've said something, Applejack?"

"AHH! *glub glub*"

>Apple Bloom's voice shocks you.

>Loosing your grasp, you slip under water.

"Ptooey! *Cough cough* Apple Bloom! What have I told you about *cough* sneaking up on ponies!"

>"Um, to not do it?"

>You jump out of the trough. You were actually done a while ago. You just needed time to think.

"Exactly! And yet, here we are."

>"Sorry, sis."

>She looks to the ground, with a sad look on her face.

>Curses. You can never stay mad at your little sister.

>For too long, anyways.

"It's alright. Just promise me you'll do your best to stop. I have a feeling it'll eventually get somepony, or even you, in a lick of trouble."

>"I promise, sis. But, who were you talking about."

"Uh, nopony. Look. Don't you fret over nothin'. I-I'm just gonna take a walk into town"

>Hmmm, You do need to vent to anypony that'll listen.

>Thinking about Granny Smith... Nah. She'd probably forget halfway through the conversation.

>Big Macontiosh? Uh, no. He wouldn't understand. 'sides, even if it wasn't anything big, Mac might hunt Anon down and chase him off. Not an ideal situation as far as you're concerned.

>You'll have to talk to one of your friends.

 

>You decide to see Rarity about this. She'll be able to help.

>Hopefully.

>Upon entering, she pulled you in with her magic, saying how the timing of your visit was perfect.

>She put a black cocktail dress on you, and magically straightened your mane and tail out.

>She was telling you that she made it for a client who, like you, had 'junk in the trunk'.

>Rarity, didn't use that term exactly. It was Anon who said that about you some time ago.

>You had wanted to deck him, but he said it was a sort-of compliment where he was from.

>You're still not so sure though.

>And... As 'saucy' as you were feeling, now wasn't the time for that.

>So, Rarity lead you both to the 'living room?' where there were quite comfy lounge chairs to sit on.

>"All right, Applejack. What was it you needed to talk about. Oh! And thanks for helping me with that dress. I just needed to see how the seams could handle my client's... *Ahem* Subtleties."

"Aw, it weren't nothin' Rare. Um. I actually wanted to talk about Anon."

>"Oh? Is there something wrong with dear Anonymous?"

"No! Nothing at all."

>"... Then wh-"

"Have you... uh, how to say this. *ahem* Have you, er, uh. How do you feel about him."

>Not quite how you wanted to say it, but now you gotta roll with it.

>"Well, he is certainly a great friend and-"

"Rare, I'm pretty sure we -all- agree on that. but, how do you -really- feel about him."

>"I'm not quite sure what you're getting- Oh! Okay! I know now. Well, he's certainly a great help around the boutique. Why, once, he even gave me a hoof massage when I was feeling over-worked. Those fingers of his... Oooh~ All of my problems simply just melted away."

>She looks off to the distance and starts to drool a bit.

>Getting riled up, you get kind of heated, So naturally you take a deep breath and-

"So, what. Do you have a crush on him or somethin'?"

>Whoa nelly! Where'd that come from.

>Shoot. I-is this. Jealousy?

>As much as you wish. Covering the lower half of your face with your hat doesn't make your statement go unheard.

>"A crush? Applejack, the man just gave me a simple massage. He didn't make love to me, or whisper sweet nothings into my ears. What has come over you! Do... you have feelings for Anonymous?"

>When you had walked into the carousel boutique, you would've said no. But now you're not so sure anymore.

"I don't... I don't know."

 

>You tell her about what you experienced this morning.

>"Hmm. I know for sure that you're not in heat, dear. This sounds more like lust than anything else."

"Lust?"

>"Mm-hmm. It seems you have a taste for the exotic, or rather, you'd -like- a taste. And, well, Anonymous fits the bill perfectly."

"B-but why does it feel so... wrong."

>"Ha! Darling, you cannot be this dense, do you want me to spell it out for you? You're craving something outside of our species, -of course- it's going to feel wrong. Probably even more so because he's been such a great friend to everyone in town. Hmm. Honestly though, I actually can't really blame you. I mean, If he can turn me into putty with only his hands, one can only wonder what he could do with his other... Appendages."

"I reckon he'd probably turn us into one satisfied puddle of apple sauce."

>"*giggle* You'd be right on that account."

>At first, she smiles, and then she gets to thinking.

"Um, Rare? You okay in there?"

>Heheh. You rhymed.

>No, no. Stop being silly. Anon would totally call you out on any slips like that.

>"Hm? Yes. Why, I'm more than okay."

"You're getting that menacing look again, Rare. You know it kinda freaks me out."

>"What if... And do hear me out. What if we were to work together-"

>She pauses, as if waiting for a dumb interruption.

>Nope. You're not gonna fall for that cliché.

>Not anymore.

>"-And sate our hunger for our dear human friend."

>Your turn to be confused.

"Rare... What are you talking about."

>"Ugh. I mean if we rutted with-"

"No. I know -what- you're saying. But -why-."

>"Well, dear. You got me thinking. It's all about chance. How many humans have we had in our company."

>You simply deadpan, with a side of raised eyebrow.

>"Precisely! We must seize the day!"

>Thinking it over a couple of times, you actually can't find any arguments against what Rarity said.

"Well. Heh. I'm game."

>Whoa this is sounding kinda scary!

>Bring it back a little.

"But only if Anon is okay with it."

>"Agreed. I'll have to really use my charm to its full potential." She then strikes a dramatic pose.

"One thing I worry about is that I don't know if he even finds us attractive. Actually, on the other side of that, How can we even tell -he- is a good-looking human."

>"Simple. Are you repulsed by his appearance?"

"I kind of was at first. You know, mostly from me not being sure of what he was, but now I'm okay with him."

>"There. That solves one problem."

"And for the other?"

>"Two words: Your rump."

"Come again?"

>"I've seen the way he stares at your hind quarters whenever you bend over, or when you are simply facing the other direction. You have a gift. Use it, darling."

>You blush. Not only from embarrassment. But the flattery of it all.

"Well, supposin' I could be a -tad- more clumsy around him."

>"That's the spirit, Applejack!"

>In more ways than one, you start feeling very good about this plan.

>And also very surprised at how everything has turned out so far.

>You had just expected to vent your problems.

>And now, Rarity has not only reassured your feelings about Anon, but now she wishes to join you on your 'pleasures of the flesh'.

>She always did know how to dramatize everything.

>Yup. She was definitely the best choice for dealing with this matter.

>The two of you continue to talk about the nitty gritty details for the remainder of the day.

 

>When you leave her place, the sun barely hangs onto the horizon.

>"Hey, AJ!"

>Anon's voice startles you like crazy.

>Out of fear, you jump up into the air.

>Anon catches you before the painful landing, and cradles you with his left arm.

"O-oh, h-hey Anon!"

>He smiles down at you.

>Quick! Say something!

"How's your house coming along."

>"Just great! After buying our bullshit story, The fair princess ordered a double-time on the restoration process. It should be ready in a couple of days."

"Whaddya mean, 'bullshit story'."

>"Look. I know how you feel about liars-"

>That he does. He more than learned his lesson on his last offense.

>"And I'm gonna spare you the details. But, if we had told the truth about what had actually happened, my house would've stayed down and out."

>Okay, you suppose you could let this one slide.

"Harsh."

>"Not as harsh as the 'Shine you brought. Heh. I'm glad we all didn't go blind."

"We don't mess around when it comes to our craft, Anon. Apples, and our home-brewed drinks are serious business."

>"I know. That's what I dig about you."

>He ruffles your mane with his free hand.

>You gently bat his hand away before you start getting too excited.

>After all. Gotta save your strength for tomorrow, right?

>Meh. While your at it, You may as well continue laying in his arms as he walks you back to the Acres.

>"Oh! I forgot to mention. Twilight says I have the writing skills of a foal."

>Well ain't that some shit.

 

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[Completed(?)] 12/5/14