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Rarity had been waiting for the perfect moment all evening, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and that familiar dramatic flair she could never quite suppress.
The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp in the corner, casting soft golden shadows across the worn but cozy couch where Applejack had finally collapsed after a long day on the farm. The honest farm girl was still dressed in her dirty work jeans, faded blue denim streaked with soil and grass stains that clung to her strong, toned legs, and a cute button-up flannel in soft plaid patterns of red and cream, the top few buttons undone from the heat of the day, revealing just a hint of sun-kissed skin at her collarbone.
Rarity, by contrast, looked like a vision of delicate temptation. She wearing a cute little white skirt that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, the fabric light and flowy. Her silky light blue tank top hugged her curves perfectly, the ruffles along the neckline and hem adding a touch of femininity.
Applejack was mid-sentence, complaining good-naturedly about the stubborn fence post she’d wrestled with all afternoon, when Rarity saw her chance.
With a graceful, almost predatory elegance, she slid onto the couch and, without warning, swung one leg over Applejack’s lap, straddling her hips in one fluid motion. The white skirt rode up slightly as she settled, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of those strong denim-clad thighs.
“Whoa there, sugarcube—” Applejack started, her green eyes widening in surprise as Rarity’s hands cupped her freckled face, tilting it up.
The words were cut off as Rarity leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Rarity’s mouth was soft and insistent, the taste of cherry lip gloss mingling with the faint salt of Applejack’s skin from her day outdoors. She pressed closer, her silky tank top brushing against the rough flannel, ruffles tickling lightly as her body molded against Applejack’s. Applejack didn’t kiss back.
Applejack stiffened beneath her at first, hands instinctively coming up to Rarity’s waist as if to push her back. “Rares, hold on now,” she mumbled against the kiss, her voice that familiar honest drawl laced with a mix of embarrassment and practicality. “Ah’m filthy from work— these jeans are a mess, and ah ain’t even had a chance to shower yet. We— well, you know why we can’t. I—“
She tried to pull her head back slightly, cheeks already flushing a deep pink beneath her freckles, but Rarity wasn’t having any of it.
“Oh, darling, hush,” Rarity purred, her voice low and velvety as she chased Applejack’s lips, nipping gently at the lower one before soothing it with her tongue.
One of her manicured hands slid down from Applejack’s cheek to rest firmly on her chest, fingers toying with the buttons of the flannel. “You’ve been working so hard all day. Let me take care of you for once. Besides…” She rolled her hips just a little, the white skirt shifting higher as she pressed her warmth down against Applejack’s lap. “I find you utterly irresistible like this.
Applejack let out a shaky breath, her strong hands flexing on Rarity’s hips— not quite pushing away anymore, but not pulling her closer either. “You’re gonna ruin that pretty little skirt of yours on my dirty clothes,” she protested weakly, though her voice had already softened, the resistance cracking under the heat of Rarity’s mouth.
Another kiss followed, deeper this time, Rarity’s tongue slipping past Applejack’s lips to explore with teasing strokes. The fashionista tasted sweet and eager, her ruffled tank top slipping slightly off one shoulder as she leaned in, exposing the elegant line of her collarbone.
A soft whimper escaped Applejack despite herself, her body betraying her words as she felt Rarity’s thighs squeeze around her. “Rarity… we shouldn’t… not right here on the couch like this,” she managed between kisses.
“Mmm, but we should, darling. Look at you— trying so hard to be the responsible one.” Her fingers worked open another button on the flannel, revealing more of that warm, freckled skin. “Yet your body is telling me something entirely different.” She rocked her hips again, slower this time, grinding lightly so that the heat between her thighs pressed insistently against Applejack’s denim-covered lap.
Applejack’s breath hitched, her head tilting back against the couch cushions as a flush crept down her neck. “Damn it, Rares… you’re makin’ this mighty fucking hard,” she admitted, voice husky now. The resistance was fading fast, replaced by that slow give-in Rarity had been craving. One of Applejack’s hands finally gripped the back of Rarity’s skirt, bunching the white fabric in her fist as she pulled her a little closer.
Their mouths met again in a heated clash, less surprise this time and more mutual hunger. Applejack’s tongue met Rarity’s halfway, tentative at first but growing bolder, tasting and teasing right back.
Rarity deepened the kiss with a hungry little moan that vibrated straight through Applejack’s chest, her tongue sliding more insistently against the farm girl’s.
She tasted like sweet cherries and pure temptation, her body warm and soft where it pressed down against Applejack’s harder, work-toned frame.
The silky light blue tank top had slipped further off one shoulder now, the delicate ruffles brushing teasingly over Applejack’s freckled collarbone every time Rarity rocked forward.
Applejack’s mind was spinning. Damn it all… Her strong hands tightened on Rarity’s hips, fingers digging into the soft white fabric of that tiny skirt, bunching it higher up those smooth thighs. Part of her, the honest, loyal part that always tried to do right, screamed that this was a terrible idea. She had a girlfriend waiting on her, someone who’d be absolutely furious if she ever found out. But Rarity… Rarity was right here, smelling like expensive perfume and pure desire, kissing her like the world might end if she stopped.
“Mmmph—” Applejack tried to protest again, but it came out muffled and weak as Rarity tilted her head and kissed her even harder, one manicured hand sliding into golden hair and tugging just enough to send sparks down her spine.
Rarity pulled back just enough to breathe, lips brushing against Applejack’s swollen ones as she whispered hotly, “That’s my good girl… Stop fighting it, darling. I can feel how much you want this.” She rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate grind, the heat of her bare thighs and the thin barrier of her panties pressing down against the rough denim of Applejack’s dirty work jeans. The friction made Applejack’s breath catch sharply.
“Ah… I shouldn’t,” Applejack rasped, her voice thick and husky with conflict and growing arousal. Her cheeks burned crimson under her freckles. She knew she should push Rarity off, stand up, go take that shower and pretend this never happened.
Her girlfriend would be so pissed — rightfully so. But Rarity’s body felt so good straddling her lap, all soft curves and silky fabric against her own rough, earthy clothes. “Rares, sugarcube… we can’t keep doin’ this. Not like this. I got… i got responsibilities. I can’t just—”
But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her. One rough hand slid up under the hem of Rarity’s tank top, calloused fingertips grazing smooth, warm skin and tracing the elegant dip of her waist. Rarity shivered beautifully at the touch and rewarded her with another deep, devouring kiss, tongue plunging past Applejack’s lips to claim her mouth thoroughly.
The fashionista’s free hand worked open another button on the flannel, then another, exposing the tops of Applejack’s breasts straining against her bra.
“You always say that, darling,” Rarity purred between kisses, nipping at Applejack’s bottom lip and tugging it gently. “And yet here you are, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away. Your hands don’t lie, even if that stubborn mouth of yours tries to.” She rocked her hips again, slower and more insistent this time, letting Applejack feel exactly how wet she was getting through the thin white skirt.
Applejack groaned low in her throat, the sound rumbling against Rarity’s lips. Maybe she’d never find out… The treacherous thought slipped through her mind like honey, dark and tempting. Just this once. Just a little more. Rarity’s kisses were addictive, passionate, skilled, and so full of dramatic affection that it made Applejack’s chest ache with want.
She kissed back harder, tongue stroking Rarity’s with growing confidence, one hand gripping the back of the fashionista’s neck to hold her close while the other squeezed the soft flesh of her thigh just beneath the hem of that tiny skirt.
“F-fuck, Rares…” Applejack muttered breathlessly when they broke for air again, foreheads pressed together. Her green eyes were dark with lust and guilt, breath coming in heavy pants that stirred the ruffles on Rarity’s top. “You’re killin’ me here. I know I’m gonna regret this…”
Rarity’s answering smile was radiant and wicked at once. She trailed kisses along Applejack’s jaw, down to her neck, sucking lightly on a sensitive spot that made the farm girl’s hips jerk up involuntarily. “Then don’t stop, my love,” she whispered hotly against flushed skin, voice dripping with silk and sin. “Let me make you forget everything else for a while. Just you and me… right here on this couch.” Her fingers danced lower, tracing the waistband of Applejack’s jeans before slipping just beneath to tease warm skin.
Applejack’s resistance cracked further, a shaky moan escaping as she tilted her head back, giving Rarity better access.
Her hands roamed more freely now, one sliding fully under the silky tank top to cup a breast through lace, thumb brushing over a hardening nipple—causing rarity to let out another sweet little whimper—while the other kept that white skirt bunched high on Rarity’s thigh. She pulled the fashionista down into another fierce kiss, tongues tangling messily, saliva starting to slick their chins as the makeout grew wetter and more desperate.
Rarity’s lips trailed hot and deliberate down Applejack’s neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. The farm girl couldn’t hold back the needy whine that escaped her throat, low and shaky, her head tilting further to the side to give her more room. “Rares… don't leave a mark,” she gasped, her rough hands squeezing tighter on Rarity’s waist and thigh.
The silky tank top had ridden up further, ruffles brushing teasingly against Applejack’s calloused fingers as they explored beneath it.
Just as Rarity hummed triumphantly against her skin and nipped harder, a sharp yank on her perfectly styled purple hair pulled her head back with a startled cry.
“What the fuck?!” Rarity yelped, her elegant voice cracking in surprise and pain as she was hauled backward off Applejack’s lap.
Rainbow Dash stood there, chest heaving, her athletic frame tense with fury. Her rainbow-colored hair was slightly messy from what must have been a rushed entry, and her magenta eyes burned with betrayal as she glared down at the scene on the couch. She still wore her usual sporty tank and shorts, sneakers scuffed from practice.
Applejack’s eyes went wide, guilt crashing over her like a bucket of cold water. “Dash! Wait— it ain’t— I mean—” She sat up quickly, flannel hanging open, freckled cheeks blazing red. She opened her mouth to spin some excuse, but the honest part of her wouldn’t let her. Her shoulders slumped.
“…Rarity tempted me. I tried to say no at first, sugarcube, i really did. But she kept kissin’ me and… i gave in. Im sorry. I know i messed up bad.”
“You cheating bitch!” Rainbow Dash snarled, still gripping Rarity’s hair tightly as the fashionista struggled on her knees between them. “And you—” She turned her glare on Rarity. “I knew you were a prissy homewrecker, but this? On our fucking couch?!”
Rarity twisted, trying to yank her hair free with a dramatic hiss, her white skirt hiked dangerously high and her silky light blue tank top disheveled, one ruffled strap fallen off her shoulder.
“How dare you speak to me like that, you brutish tomboy! Applejack is a grown woman who makes her own choices! If you satisfied her properly, perhaps she wouldn’t have been so easy to tempt!” She shot back, voice rising in that theatrical, haughty tone even as her cheeks flushed from the rough treatment.
“Easy to tempt?!” Rainbow Dash shouted louder, face inches from Rarity’s. “You threw yourself on her like a desperate slut in that tiny fucking skirt! I come home early to surprise my girlfriend and walk in on this?!” She gave Rarity’s hair another sharp tug for emphasis, making the designer gasp and whimper.
Applejack sat frozen on the couch, green eyes darting between them. She knew she should step in, but the sight of her fiery girlfriend dominating the situation, and Rarity, usually so put-together, flushed and struggling, was doing dangerous things to her. A fresh wave of heat pooled between her thighs as she watched.
The argument escalated, both girls yelling over each other.
“You have no right to touch me like this!” Rarity snapped, slapping at Rainbow’s arm.
“Oh I have every right when you’re grinding on my girl!” Rainbow fired back.
“Darling, your possessiveness is showing— and it’s not attractive!”
“Yeah? Well your skanky little outfit isn’t attractive either!”
Applejack’s breath came quicker, thighs pressing together unconsciously as she watched the two beautiful, fiery women fight over her.
Then Rainbow Dash’s hand shot out, wrapping firmly around Rarity’s slender throat. In one strong, athletic motion she shoved the fashionista back onto the couch beside Applejack, pinning her down.
Rarity’s cry of protest turned into a soft, involuntary whine as those strong fingers applied just enough pressure, not choking, but controlling. Her blue eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, the ruffles of her tank top heaving with each quick breath.
Rainbow Dash loomed over her, anger still burning in her eyes… until she really looked. Rarity beneath her, hair messed up, cheeks flushed, white skirt bunched around her hips, making soft little whining sounds as she squirmed under the grip. The sight hit Rainbow like a truck.
“Fuck—” Rainbow Dash breathed out, voice dropping low and rough, her usual cocky confidence cracking into raw want. Her thumb brushed over the side of Rarity’s neck, feeling the rapid pulse there. The fury in her expression faltered, replaced by dark hunger as she took in the sight of the elegant girl struggling and whimpering so prettily under her hand.
Applejack watched with wide green eyes, completely transfixed. Her strong hands gripped the couch cushions, breath shallow. Seeing Rainbow, her loyal, hot-headed girlfriend, take control like that, dominating Rarity so effortlessly… it was turning her on more than she wanted to admit. “Dash… Rares…” she murmured huskily, voice thick with guilt, arousal, and confusion, unable to look away from the scene unfolding right beside her.
Rainbow Dash’s grip on Rarity’s throat tightened just a fraction more as she leaned her athletic weight forward, shoving the fashionista harder down into the couch cushions.
The sudden pressure drew a sharp, startled cry from Rarity’s glossy lips—“Ah—!”—which melted quickly into a breathy, involuntary whimper that sent a bolt of heat straight to Rainbow’s core.
“Fuck, listen to that little sound,” Rainbow Dash growled, her voice low and rough, cocky smirk twisting with dark arousal.
“You were all high and mighty a second ago, throwing yourself on my girlfriend like a desperate whore in your slutty little skirt, and now you’re whimpering the second I put you in your place?” She pushed down again, pinning Rarity more firmly, her strong thighs straddling one of the designer’s legs to keep her trapped.
The cry that tore from Rarity this time was louder, needier, and it only made Rainbow’s pupils blow wide with lust. “Yeah… that’s what I thought. All that fancy talk, but you’re soaked for this, aren’t you?”
All three of them were insanely turned on. The air in the living room felt thick and electric, heavy with the scent of arousal mixing with Rarity’s floral perfume and the earthy smell of Applejack’s dirty work clothes.
Rarity’s cheeks burned a deep crimson, her blue eyes glassy with a confusing storm of indignation and raw desire.
She squirmed beneath Rainbow’s hand, but the movement only caused her cute white skirt to ride up even higher on her smooth thighs. The silky light blue tank top was a disheveled mess now, ruffles bunched and one strap completely fallen, exposing the lacy edge of her bra and the swell of her breasts.
“You— you brutish, arrogant— nngh!” Her protest dissolved into another soft whine as Rainbow’s thumb pressed against the side of her neck, feeling her rapid pulse.
Applejack watched with wide green eyes, frozen on the couch right beside them. Her flannel hung open, freckled chest heaving, the dirty denim of her jeans feeling far too tight.
Guilt still gnawed at her, but it was drowned out by the throbbing heat between her legs. Seeing her hot-headed girlfriend take control so aggressively, dominating the usually poised Rarity… it was doing unforgivable things to her. “Dash… sugarcube…” she murmured hoarsely, unable to tear her gaze away.
Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but glance down. With Rarity’s skirt hiked so obscenely high, those tiny blue panties were fully on display—delicate lace trim, already darkened with a visible wet spot at the crotch.
The sight made Rainbow’s breath hitch. “Holy shit… look at you,” she muttered, voice dripping with degrading amusement even as her own arousal made her thighs clench. “Your expensive little panties are fucking ruined. Were you that eager to cheat? Grinding your wet cunt all over Applejack’s lap like a bitch in heat while I was gone?”
Rarity let out a mortified yet undeniably aroused whimper, hips twitching despite herself. “Don’t you dare— ahh— speak to me like that!” But her voice cracked, lacking its usual dramatic bite, and her thighs pressed together as much as Rainbow’s weight would allow, only drawing more attention to how slick she was.
Rainbow Dash laughed breathlessly, the sound husky and mean in the best way. She kept her hand firm around Rarity’s throat while her free hand boldly slid down to grip one of those smooth thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. “Too late, priss. You started this. Now you’re gonna lie there and take what you deserve.”
Her eyes flicked sideways to Applejack, noticing how the honest farm girl was practically squirming in place, green eyes dark with lust. “And you… don’t think I’m done with you either, AJ. But first I’m gonna make this homewrecker admit how much she loves being put in her fucking place.”
Rainbow Dash’s magenta eyes blazed with lingering fury even as raw lust pulsed through her. Without warning, her free hand cracked across Rarity’s flushed cheek in a sharp, stinging slap.
The sound echoed through the living room like a whipcrack. Rarity’s head snapped to the side with a loud, broken cry—“Ahh!”—her perfectly styled purple hair flying across her face.
The impact left a bright red mark blooming on her pale skin, and her blue eyes watered instantly from the shock and sting.
“That’s for throwing yourself on my girlfriend.” Rainbow Dash snarled, voice thick with anger and arousal. She didn’t let up. Her hand stayed firm around Rarity’s throat, squeezing just enough to keep the fashionista pinned while her other hand roughly shoved the white skirt all the way up to Rarity’s waist, fully exposing those tiny lace panties.
“Fuck… look at this mess,” Rainbow growled, pressing her palm hard against Rarity’s soft stomach, fingers splaying possessively over the smooth skin just above the waistband of the panties. She pushed down, forcing Rarity’s back to arch slightly against the couch.
“You’re dripping through your expensive little underwear after grinding on AJ like a desperate slut. Still gonna act like you’re better than me?”
Rarity let out another whimpering cry, her body squirming under the rough grip, but the sound was soaked in conflicted heat. Her thighs trembled, the delicate ruffles of her light blue tank top heaving with each ragged breath. “You— you violent brute—!” she gasped, voice cracking beautifully.
Before Rainbow could reply, Rarity’s manicured hands flew up in a sudden burst of fury. She clawed violently at Rainbow’s arm and shoulder, nails digging in hard enough to leave red scratches across the athlete’s skin.
“Get off me!” Rarity hissed, thrashing beneath her, legs kicking as much as the position allowed. Her blue eyes flashed with real fire now, mixing outrage with the undeniable slickness between her thighs.
Rainbow Dash hissed in pain as the nails raked across her, but the sharp sting only fueled her anger and twisted arousal.
“You fucking bitch!” she yelled, yanking her hand back before delivering another hard slap across Rarity’s other cheek. The second smack was louder, sharper, snapping Rarity’s head the opposite way with a fresh, pained cry that melted into a needy whine at the end.
The fight was fully on now. Rarity bucked and scratched, trying to shove Rainbow off while Rainbow kept her pinned by the throat and stomach, their bodies grinding together messily in the struggle. The white skirt was bunched uselessly around Rarity’s hips, blue panties on full display, and every thrash caused more slick friction against Rainbow’s thigh.
“Stop— fighting— me—!” Rainbow Dash grunted between gritted teeth, leaning her athletic weight down harder, her sporty tank top riding up as she pressed her body flush against Rarity’s writhing form. Another slap landed, this one lighter but still stinging, right on the side of Rarity’s thigh. “You wanted this so bad you didn’t even care whose girlfriend she was!”
Rarity cried out again, claws raking down Rainbow’s arm once more, leaving angry red lines. “And you— ah!— think you can just manhandle me like some common tart?!” she shot back, voice breathy and dramatic even in the middle of the brawl, though her hips twitched upward involuntarily against Rainbow’s leg.Tears of frustration and overwhelming arousal pricked at the corners of her eyes, making her mascara run just slightly.
Rainbow Dash kept Rarity pinned firmly beneath her, one strong hand still wrapped around the fashionista’s throat. Rarity was panting hard, cheeks burning from the slaps, eyes glassy with a mix of fury, humiliation, and undeniable arousal.
Applejack couldn’t take it anymore.
The sight was too much. Guilt still gnawed at her, but it was drowned out by the throbbing heat between her legs. Her dirty work jeans felt painfully tight, her open flannel doing nothing to hide how hard her nipples had become or the flush spreading across her freckled chest.
With a low, shaky groan, Applejack crawled up behind Rainbow Dash on the couch. She pressed her strong, work-toned body flush against her girlfriend’s back, denim-clad thighs straddling Rainbow’s hips from behind.
The earthy scent of farm work and sweat mixed with Rainbow’s clean, sporty smell as Applejack draped herself over her, full breasts pressing into Rainbow’s back through the thin fabric of her tank top. One rough hand slid around Rainbow’s waist, while the other braced on the couch beside Rarity’s head.
“D..dash…” Applejack murmured huskily against her girlfriend’s ear. “I can’t… I can't just watch anymore.”
Rainbow Dash smirked, wide and cocky, even as she kept Rarity pinned down. She turned her head slightly, magenta eyes meeting Applejack’s with a heated, possessive gleam. The anger was still there, simmering under the surface, but it had twisted into something darker and far more intoxicating. “That’s what I thought, AJ,” she breathed, voice rough with arousal. “Couldn’t keep your hands off either of us, huh?”
Without warning, Rainbow’s free hand, the one not holding Rarity’s throat, reached back and softly but firmly tugged at Applejack’s golden ponytail, yanking her head closer. Applejack let out a surprised whimper that quickly turned into a needy moan as Rainbow twisted just enough to capture her lips in a hot, messy kiss over her shoulder.
It was possessive and showy, tongues sliding wetly as Rainbow made sure Rarity had a perfect view from below.
Rarity’s blue eyes widened, a fresh whimper escaping her despite the hand around her throat. She remained helplessly trapped, squirming under Rainbow’s weight, forced to watch as the athlete claimed her girlfriend right on top of her.
Rainbow broke the kiss with a wet pop, smirking against Applejack’s swollen lips before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the farm girl’s jaw and neck. She tugged Applejack’s hair again, tilting her head to expose more freckled skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Mmm, fuck… you still taste like dirt.”
Rainbow growled against her neck, loud enough for Rarity to hear. “My farm girl. Bet you’re soaked from watching me put this prissy slut in her place.”
Applejack whined loudly, pressing her hips forward against Rainbow’s ass, grinding slowly as her rough hands roamed over her girlfriend’s athletic body. “Dash… baby… this is so wrong,” she gasped, but her body betrayed her words completely, one hand sliding up under Rainbow’s tank top to grope at her small, firm breasts. “But i… i need you. Both of you. I’m sorry, but i can’t stop…”
Rainbow chuckled darkly, nipping at Applejack’s collarbone while keeping her hand firm around Rarity’s throat. She made a deliberate show of it — kissing and licking along Applejack’s exposed chest where the flannel hung open, sucking one hardened nipple through the thin bra until Applejack cried out and arched into her. All the while, Rarity lay helpless beneath them, forced to feel every shift and grind, her own body throbbing with unwanted (yet desperately wanted) heat as she watched Rainbow worship Applejack so hotly.
“You hear that, Rarity?” Rainbow taunted, voice dripping with smug dominance as she tugged Applejack’s hair again to pull her into another deep, filthy kiss. Their tongues tangled messily, saliva slicking chins, while Rainbow’s hips rocked back against Applejack and down against Rarity at the same time.
Rarity let out a mortified, aroused sob, manicured hands weakly pushing at Rainbow’s arm even as her thighs trembled and her soaked panties grew wetter. “You— you absolute savage— nngh!” Her protest dissolved into another helpless whine as Rainbow pressed down harder on her stomach, forcing her to feel the weight of both girls above her.
Applejack’s breath came in heavy pants, her strong arms wrapping tighter around Rainbow from behind, face buried in her rainbow hair as she kissed and nipped at her neck in return. The guilt was still there, sharp and aching, but it only made everything feel more intense.
Rainbow smirked wider, tugging Applejack’s hair once more to guide her mouth wherever she wanted, making a full show of it while keeping Rarity pinned and helpless beneath them.
“Fuck… this is so messed up,” Rainbow muttered hotly, but she didn’t stop.
Rainbow Dash pulled back slightly from the heated tangle, her breath ragged and her magenta eyes still burning with that potent mix of anger and lust. She kept one hand loosely around Rarity’s throat for a moment longer, a clear reminder of control, before releasing her with a rough shove against the cushions.
“Sit down properly on the couch, AJ,” Rainbow Dash ordered, voice low and commanding, not even glancing at Rarity as she said it. “Now.”
Applejack didn’t hesitate. The honest farm girl scrambled off the back of the couch, her strong legs shaky with arousal, and quickly settled into a seated position on the main cushions, flannel hanging wide open over her freckled chest.
Rainbow Dash finally released Rarity completely and crawled over to Applejack with deliberate, predatory slowness. She kept intense eye contact with the fashionista the entire time; a smug, challenging stare that made Rarity’s cheeks burn hotter. The designer had pushed herself up into a half-sitting position on the couch, elbows propping her up, white skirt still bunched obscenely around her waist.
Her chest heaved, lips swollen from earlier kisses and slaps, eyes wide with a storm of jealousy, lingering fury, and frustrated desire.
the athlete dropped slowly to her knees right in front of Applejack. Her hands— strong and calloused from sports— slid up the farm girl’s denim-clad thighs, squeezing the powerful muscles there. She maintained unbroken eye contact with Rarity as she popped open the button of Applejack’s jeans and dragged the zipper down with a loud, teasing rasp.
Applejack groaned softly, deep and throaty, as Rainbow tugged the dirty jeans down her toned legs. The fabric peeled away, revealing the full sight of Applejack’s muscular, sun-kissed body: powerful thighs from years of farm work, simple cotton panties already dark with arousal, and the hard lines of her abs peeking above the waistband. “Sugar… fuck,” Applejack muttered, voice thick, one hand instinctively coming down to tangle in Rainbow Dash’s rainbow-colored hair.
Rainbow smirked up at Rarity, not breaking eye contact even as she tossed the jeans aside. “See this, priss?” she taunted, voice dripping with cocky satisfaction. “This is what a real girlfriend gets. Not some desperate side-piece grinding in a tiny skirt.”
She leaned in and began kissing slowly up Applejack’s legs— starting at her knee, then higher, open-mouthed and wet, tongue tracing the strong muscles of her inner thighs. Applejack’s fingers tightened in Rainbow’s hair, a low rumble of pleasure escaping her as her head fell back against the couch for a moment.
Rarity watched with wide, incredulous blue eyes, her manicured hands clutching the couch cushions. She was half-sitting up, legs still spread slightly from earlier, the ruffles of her light blue tank top askew and her cheeks flushed with humiliated arousal. “This is utterly ridiculous,” she hissed, though her voice wavered, thighs pressing together as she was forced to witness every slow, deliberate kiss. “You’re just going to ignore me after— after all that? Applejack, darling, surely you—”
Applejack only groaned louder as Rainbow moved higher, nipping at the sensitive skin right below the hem of her panties. The athlete’s hot breath ghosted over Applejack’s soaked crotch, making the farm girl gasp sharply and shift her hips forward instinctively. Rainbow pressed her face forward slowly, deliberately, burying her nose and mouth against the damp cotton, inhaling deeply before mouthing at the heat there through the fabric.
“Mmmph— Dash!” Applejack cried out, her strong hand gripping Rainbow’s hair tighter, freckled thighs trembling around her girlfriend’s head. The sensation was overwhelming— the pressure, the warmth of Rainbow’s breath, the teasing friction— and another low, needy groan tore from her throat.
Rainbow Dash hummed smugly against her, the vibration shooting straight through Applejack, but she still kept one eye on Rarity the whole time, making sure the fashionista saw every second. “That’s right, AJ. Let her watch how wet you are for me,” she murmured hotly, finally hooking her fingers into Applejack’s panties and starting to tug them down.
Rarity’s breathing had grown shallow, her body visibly aching with neglect. She bit her lip hard, eyes locked on the scene, equal parts furious and desperately turned on. “This is cruel,” she whispered, voice cracking with frustrated want, one hand unconsciously drifting toward her own thigh before she stopped herself.
Rainbow only chuckled darkly against Applejack’s now-bare heat, tongue flicking out teasingly as she kept the eye contact with Rarity, daring her to do something about it. Applejack was lost in the pleasure, moaning openly, her honest guilt momentarily buried under waves of overwhelming sensation.
Rainbow Dash let out a low, frustrated growl against Applejack’s folds, her hot breath teasing the sensitive skin. She was still furious — the image of Rarity straddling her girlfriend earlier burned in her mind — but the sight of Applejack’s muscular thighs trembling around her head, the desperate way her girlfriend’s fingers tangled tighter in her rainbow hair… it made her lose control.
“Fuck… you’re dripping, AJ,” Rainbow muttered, voice husky and rough. She kept eye contact with Rarity as much as she could, making sure the fashionista didn’t miss a single second. Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly up Applejack’s slit in one long, teasing stroke, collecting the slick arousal that had already coated her.
Applejack’s head fell back against the couch with a deep, throaty groan. Her strong hips jerked forward instinctively, but Rainbow’s hands gripped her powerful thighs, holding her open and in place.
Rarity watched from her half-sitting position, blue eyes wide and glistening with frustrated tears of arousal. Her white skirt was still bunched around her waist, tiny blue panties soaked through, and she couldn’t stop the needy little whine that escaped her painted lips. “This is so unfair…”
Rainbow Dash smirked against Applejack’s heat, the vibration making the farm girl whimper. She was still angry, but the combination of Applejack’s honest, needy sounds and Rarity’s jealous, pathetic whines only made her work harder. She licked again — slower this time, circling Applejack’s swollen clit with the tip of her tongue before flicking it firmly.
“Mmm— Dash, please… i.. need more,” Applejack begged. Her free hand gripped the edge of the couch, knuckles white, while the other stayed buried in Rainbow’s hair, tugging desperately. “Don’t tease me like this…”
But Rainbow was in a teasing mood. She pulled back just enough to blow cool air over Applejack’s dripping pussy, watching it clench around nothing. “You don’t get to make demands after letting Rarity grind all over you,” she growled, still mad but clearly enjoying herself. She dove back in, sucking gently while her tongue worked in slow, maddening circles.
Applejack cried out, a loud, shaky sound that filled the living room. Her muscular thighs quivered around Rainbow’s head, freckled chest heaving under the open flannel. “I’m sorry— fuck, i—I’m so sorry.”
Rarity let out another high, frustrated whine, shifting restlessly on the couch. One of her manicured hands had unconsciously drifted between her own thighs, pressing lightly against her soaked panties as she watched Rainbow devour Applejack so thoroughly.
Rainbow only chuckled darkly, the sound muffled against Applejack’s pussy. She doubled down, licking broader and wetter now, occasionally dipping her tongue inside Applejack’s entrance before pulling back to tease her clit again. One hand left Applejack’s thigh and slid two fingers along her folds, coating them thoroughly before slowly pushing inside, curling just right.
“Dash—!” Applejack moaned loudly, hips rocking against Rainbow’s face and fingers. Her head turned slightly toward Rarity, green eyes hazy with pleasure and lingering guilt.
Rainbow pumped her fingers slowly, teasingly, matching the rhythm of her tongue as she sucked harder on Applejack’s clit. She was still seething underneath it all, but the needy whines pouring from both girls only spurred her on. She worked harder, faster, making obscene wet sounds as she ate her girlfriend out with possessive hunger.
“Listen to you two,” Rainbow taunted between licks, voice rough. “Both of you whining like sluts. One for cheating, the other for getting left out. Pathetic.” She curled her fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot inside Applejack that always made her see stars.
Applejack’s back arched hard, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her thighs clamped around Rainbow’s head.
Rainbow Dash pulled her mouth and fingers away from Applejack’s dripping heat at the very last second, leaving the farm girl right on the agonizing edge. Applejack let out a loud, frustrated groan, her powerful thighs twitching helplessly as her orgasm was cruelly denied.
“Dash—! please, i was so close…” Applejack whined, voice thick and desperate, her hand tightening in Rainbow’s rainbow hair.
Rainbow ignored her for the moment, turning her head to glare at Rarity with dark, possessive fury still burning in her magenta eyes. The fashionista was still half-sitting up on the couch, flushed and visibly aching, one hand pressed between her own thighs.
“Get over here. Now,” Rainbow Dash commanded, her voice low and rough, leaving no room for argument.
Rarity’s blue eyes flashed with indignation even as fresh arousal slicked her tiny blue panties. “You absolute bitch,” she snapped rudely, lips curled in a haughty sneer. “Treating me like some common plaything after— after everything!” But even as she hissed the words, she obeyed quickly, sliding off the couch and crawling over on shaky knees until she was positioned between Applejack’s spread, muscular thighs. Her white skirt was still bunched uselessly around her waist, ruffled tank top disheveled.
Rainbow Dash shifted aside just enough to make room, then immediately grabbed the back of Rarity’s head with one strong hand and shoved her face forward, forcing Rarity’s mouth right against Applejack’s soaked, throbbing pussy. “You wanted a taste so fucking bad earlier? Then eat her, priss. Make my girlfriend feel good while I deal with you.”
Rarity let out a muffled, indignant whimper at the rough treatment, but her tongue instinctively darted out, pressing a slow, teasing kiss along Applejack’s glistening folds. The fashionista’s soft lips and warm breath made Applejack groan deeply, her head falling back against the couch as her strong hand moved from Rainbow’s hair to Rarity’s perfectly styled purple locks.
“Rares…,” Applejack moaned, hips shifting forward to press more firmly against Rarity’s mouth. Her green eyes stayed half-lidded, watching the scene with heavy lust and lingering guilt.
Rainbow Dash groaned in satisfaction at the sight, her free hand immediately groping Rarity’s ass hard. She squeezed the soft, pale flesh roughly, fingers digging in as she kneaded, completely exposing the soaked blue panties clinging to her.
Rainbow growled, still angry but utterly lost in the heat of it. She raised one hand slightly, spanking one cheek sharply with a loud crack, then groping and spreading her again, fingers teasing along the drenched crotch of her panties before yanking the fabric aside. Rainbow’s hand slid between Rarity’s thighs from behind, two fingers pressing roughly against her slick entrance and pushing inside without warning.
Rarity cried out against Applejack’s heat, the sound vibrating deliciously through the farm girl’s core. Her tongue worked faster now, licking broad stripes up Applejack’s slit before circling her swollen clit with needy, elegant strokes. The mix of humiliation and overwhelming pleasure made her whimper and push back against Rainbow’s invading fingers.
Applejack watched the entire thing with wide, hazy green eyes, groaning loudly.
Rainbow Dash kept her grip firm on the back of Rarity’s head, holding her exactly where she wanted while her other hand fucked into the fashionista harder, curling her fingers with athletic precision. She spanked Rarity’s ass again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint as she groped and kneaded the stinging flesh. “That’s right. Keep moaning into her pussy like the desperate little homewrecker you are,” Rainbow taunted breathlessly, her own thighs clenched with arousal.
Rarity’s muffled, needy whines grew louder and more broken as she licked and sucked at Applejack with increasing desperation, her body rocking between the two stronger girls.
Rarity whimpered desperately against Applejack’s heat, her tongue working frantically. The rough fingers pumping steadily into her from behind made it impossible to focus, but she didn’t stop, moaning and vibrating right into Applejack’s core.
Applejack’s muscular thighs began to shake uncontrollably around Rarity’s head. “Dash— i— i—m—!”
Her honest Southern drawl cracked into a loud, broken cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her strong hand fisted tighter in Rarity’s purple hair, hips bucking up hard against the fashionista’s mouth as she came hard, slick wetness coating Rarity’s lips and chin.
But Rainbow didn’t let up. Not even for a second.
She kept Rarity’s head pinned right there, forcing the designer to continue licking through every pulsing wave of Applejack’s climax. “That’s it. Keep going, you cheating little slut,” Rainbow hissed, curling her fingers harder inside Rarity while spanking her again for good measure.
Applejack’s eyes flew wide as the pleasure tipped sharply into overwhelming overstimulation. “F-fuck—“
Her body jerked and twitched, strong abs contracting visibly under the open flannel as Rarity’s relentless tongue kept working her sensitive clit. Fresh, desperate whines poured from Applejack’s freckled lips, her free hand scrambling at the couch cushions while her thighs tried to close around Rarity’s head.
Rainbow only smirked, shifting her position without releasing her grip. She swung one leg over Applejack’s thick, muscular thigh, pressing her own soaked crotch— still covered by her sporty shorts— right against the farm girl’s leg. The thin fabric rode up high on Rainbow’s toned thighs as she started grinding down hard, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, leaving a wet trail along Applejack’s skin.
“Mmm— fuck, AJ…”Rainbow groaned, her athletic hips rolling with cocky confidence. Her shorts bunched further, the seam pressing right against her own clit as she humped Applejack’s powerful thigh.
Rarity let out a muffled, overwhelmed sob against Applejack’s overstimulated pussy, her tongue still obediently flicking and sucking even as tears of frustration and pleasure pricked at her eyes. Her own hips pushed back desperately against Rainbow’s thrusting fingers.
Applejack’s head thrashed side to side, golden hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. “Rainbow..— Dash— please, too… sensitive—!” she cried out, voice hoarse and broken, yet her hips still weakly rocked against Rarity’s mouth despite the overstimulation. The sight of her girlfriend grinding so shamelessly on her leg only made everything more intense.
Rainbow Dash leaned forward, still holding Rarity’s head firmly in place between Applejack’s trembling thighs, and captured Applejack’s lips in a messy, dominant kiss. “Good,” she whispered against the farm girl’s mouth.
The wet, obscene sounds filled the room— Rarity’s desperate, muffled moans vibrating straight into Applejack.
It hit them both at the same time.
Rarity cried out sharply against Applejack’s heat, her body seizing up as Rainbow’s fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside her. Her manicured nails dug into Applejack’s thighs, blue panties shoved aside and her soaked core clenching hard around Rainbow’s finger as she came with a broken, elegant sob.
At the exact same moment, Applejack’s entire body locked up. “Rares— Dash— ah’m— fuck—!” Her Southern drawl shattered into a raw, hoarse scream as another devastating orgasm tore through her. Her powerful thighs clamped around Rarity’s head.
The overstimulation was brutal now — everything felt like electricity shooting through oversensitive nerves. Applejack’s strong frame shook violently, tears pricking at the corners of her green eyes as pleasure tipped painfully into to, well, pain.
Rainbow Dash watched both girls fall apart with a dark, satisfied smirk, but her own need was burning too hot to ignore any longer. She finally pulled her fingers out of Rarity with a wet sound and shoved the fashionista back unceremoniously, leaving her collapsed and forgotten.
“Dash—!” Rarity whimpered weakly, but Rainbow didn’t even glance at her.
Instead, the athlete shifted fully onto Applejack, straddling one of her thick thighs more firmly. She grabbed Applejack’s broad shoulders with both hands, fingers digging into freckled skin as she pulled her girlfriend close. Rainbow’s face buried into the side of Applejack’s neck, hot breath and open-mouthed kisses raining down on flushed, sweaty skin while her hips resumed their frantic grinding.
Rainbow growled possessively against Applejack’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave fresh marks. “You’re fucking mine, AJ. Not hers.” Her sporty shorts were completely soaked and ridden up, the seam of the fabric rubbing harshly against her own swollen with every desperate roll of her hips. She panted heavily, tongue tracing the salty line of Applejack’s collarbone before biting down gently.
Applejack was a complete mess — entirely overstimulated, body twitching and jerking with every little movement.
she whined, voice cracked and hoarse, but her rough hands still came up to grip Rainbow’s athletic waist, holding her girlfriend tighter. Her head lolled to the side, giving Rainbow better access to her neck as another helpless moan escaped her.
Rainbow’s breathing grew ragged, her kisses turning sloppy and needy as she chased her own release.
With a sharp cry muffled into Applejack’s neck, Rainbow Dash finally came. Her hips stuttered and slammed down one last time, thighs clamping around Applejack’s leg as her orgasm ripped through her. Wet heat flooded her shorts, soaking Applejack’s skin even more as she shuddered.
Rainbow Dash stayed draped over Applejack for a few more moments, panting hotly against her neck. Then, with a satisfied little sigh that still carried an edge of possessiveness, she shifted. She climbed fully into Applejack’s lap, curling her athletic body against the farm girl’s stronger, broader frame
Applejack sat there, still trying to regain control of herself. Her chest heaved with heavy, uneven breaths, freckled skin glistening with sweat under the open flannel. Her muscular thighs twitched intermittently from the brutal overstimulation, her soaked pussy still throbbing and hypersensitive even with nothing touching it now. She wrapped one strong arm around Rainbow’s waist automatically, the other hand coming up to stroke through her girlfriend’s messy rainbow hair in slow, soothing motions.
Rainbow Dash nuzzled deeper into Applejack’s chest, one leg hooked over the farm girl’s thigh as she practically melted into her lap. “Mmm…” she mumbled against freckled skin, pressing a lazy, possessive kiss just above Applejack’s breast.
On the floor between Applejack’s spread legs, Rarity sat in a disheveled heap.
She looked thoroughly used — flushed cheeks marked with fading handprints, purple hair messy, mascara slightly smudged. Yet she leaned forward, resting her head gently against Rainbow Dash’s arm that dangled off the edge of the couch. Her cheek pressed to the athlete’s warm skin, blue eyes half-closed as she breathed in the combined scent of all three of them.
Applejack’s fingers continued their gentle path through Rainbow’s hair, but her free hand eventually drifted down to brush a few strands of Rarity’s purple hair away from her face. “..you alright down there?”
Rarity let out a soft, breathy huff against Rainbow’s dangling arm, nuzzling it slightly. “I’m ruined,” she replied, her usual dramatic flair muted by exhaustion.
Rainbow Dash cracked one magenta eye open, glancing down at Rarity with a mix of lingering irritation and reluctant satisfaction. “You started it, priss.”
But there was less heat in her words now. She shifted slightly in Applejack’s lap, letting her dangling fingers brush lazily through Rarity’s messy hair; a small, almost unconscious gesture of inclusion.
Applejack let out a long, shaky sigh, still stroking Rainbow’s hair while her other hand rested on Rarity’s shoulder. Her body was slowly coming down from the overwhelming high, but her mind was already spinning with the weight of everything that had happened. The honest part of her hated the cheating, the mess, the complications… yet feeling both girls close like this — Rarity’s soft cheek against her leg, Rainbow curled so possessively in her lap — made it hard to regret it completely.