AJ's Skinny Jeans - Part II (Patron Reward) [VAULT] (Patreon)

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Events were retold by Applejack, though it excluded many of the details she would never forget. Although Rarity now understood how her best friend ended up in the pants she was wearing, the core mystery persisted. Why had Applejack shrunk so suddenly? The duo were still on Rarity’s bed while mulling this over; Rarity seated against the headboard while the inch-tall Applejack stood in her palms, her arms wrapped around her nude body.

“It must certainly be equestrian magic,” Rarity concurred, tapping a finger under her lip in deep thought. “But, as per usual, that doesn’t explain much.”

Applejack chuckled, “Unfortunately not. But I’ve got a hankering about what it maybe could’a been.” She peered around the room as Rarity followed her gaze. Across the span of the bedroom, which appeared like miles of wide space to Applejack, were the basket of apples she had brought in. Red and green delicious fruits packed orderly together, except for one -- rolled almost under the bed, a green apple with one bite suspiciously missing.

Applejack began, “I think it may have been-- Whoaa!” Before her thought could complete, the platform she stood on jumped into motion. She hadn’t expected Rarity’s massive form to start moving, not any more than Rarity had the sense to exercise slowness around someone so tiny. Applejack clung to the nook of two fingers while Rarity leaned forward and off the bed casually, reaching down to retrieve that one apple.

“Do you mean this, Applejack?” Rarity asked, eyeing the fruit over as she sat back where she had been. She hadn’t noticed how Applejack was tripped in her hand. “Perhaps it was taking a bite of this apple that turned you so small! All of those apples could possibly be cursed like this.”

Applejack quietly groaned as she stood back up. “Yeah, nice thinking, Rar,” she grumbled to herself. She looked ahead at the apple in question, held in the opposite hand she stood in. The apple was a few times her height now, and the bite mark itself was like a divet she could sit inside of if she wanted. Her stomach spun as she remembered just how big she used to be. “I’ll make sure to dump ‘em away from your house after I get back to normal size. We really ought to tell Twilight about all this, she might be able to conjure up a cure for me. If anyone can, it’d have to be her.”

“Absolutely! Oh, err, rather…” Rarity winced, replacing the apple in her hand with her phone. She nervously navigated through its menus, “Actually, Twilight isn’t in town right now. She left on a research trip with some colleagues. Impeccable timing…”

Applejack shook her head, “I bet she’d turn-tail if she knew this was going on in her backyard. Well, my backyard.” With a sigh, Applejack surveyed her surroundings in a circle. The ordinary features of a bedroom loomed over her, yet it was Rarity that struck her with the most concerns.  She had already witnessed, too personally, how impossibly dangerous even a best friend could be at such a scale. “What’d’ya say we do now? I’m no help on the farm lookin’ like this, and it doesn’t seem like Twi’s an option til she returns…”

Rarity’s smile brightened like a light over Applejack. “I suppose that leaves you with me, darling!” She lifted her head haughtily, “I was not expecting company, but I believe I can manage some space for you. Considering your predicament, it should be no trouble at all! It would be my pleasure to house something so adorable~”

Applejack grinned warily, pushing back against Rarity’s finger as it dove in to tickle and prod her. Both hands and all of her strength were necessary to keep the fingertip at bay, “Th-That’s mighty kind of ya’, Rarity, but I ain’t a pet, ya’ know? It’s still me. AJ.”

“Of course, mhmm, it is still you,” Rarity cooed, her tone of voice only driving Applejack’s entire point. “So sorry, dear, I suppose i-it’s easy to forget when you’re just… so small, and naked…” Having pinched her own curiosity, Rarity angled her vision around her friend, observing more closely the details of her nudity. Her perceptive gaze did not fall unnoticed, but Applejack could only blush as rebuttal -- while pushing away Rarity’s finger, there wasn’t a chance of concealing herself. “So, so naked…”

“Yeah, if only my clothes had shrunk with me.” With a firm push, Applejack successfully shoved Rarity’s finger away. She glared up at her friend, with quick glances down at her attire, “I could have avoided a few problems, had that been the case…”

Rarity blinked while the quip set in. Her face burned red as it was brought back to her attention how she still wore Applejack’s clothes, including the problem jeans. She squirmed in her seat, “Th-That’s not funny, AJ! I-I thought I was alone! Y-You’re the pervert for spying on me…!”

Applejack laughed, grateful to find humor even in this strange circumstance. “Ha, I’m not offended or nothin’, just… confused, is all. Did wearin’ my clothes really get you so heated up that you had to, err,” Applejack looked away bashfully, washed over with a heat, “um… pleasure yourself?”

Rarity closed her eyes hard and clenched her teeth. She had wished the entire topic could be abandoned, both from discussion and from memory, yet Applejack pressed the issue. “I-I was not! I was not, a-as you say, pleasuring myself!”

“Oh really? Cuz you seemed to have been givin’ yourself a good time. Ya’ know, from my perspective of things.” A uniquely smug expression developed on Applejack, despite how little she felt in Rarity’s hand. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, is all. I won’t tell no one about you masturbatin’ to--”

“I wasn’t masturbatin’! Err, masturbating!” Rarity gagged, as though saying the word aloud was physically sickening. “I-I am a high class lady, Applejack! Such prestige does not sully itself with s-such barbaric acts of, erm, hedonism… but, perhaps one does like to… touch, a-and think, a-at the same time…”

Applejack’s chuckle faded into a hum of thought while she heard out Rarity’s explanation. As comical as her reaction was at first, it left behind a peculiar implication. “Wait. You’re not joking, huh? You’ve never actually gotten off before?”

Rarity glowed red, sweltering inside Applejack’s top. “Applejack~” she anxiously laughed, “your language~ it’s so crude~!”

Applejack knew honesty when she heard it, but it was still quite the staggering fact. Considering the exact ordeal she had just suffered, Applejack was difficult to be convinced, but found Rarity’s bashfulness too genuine. “Then… what was that? I-If you aren’t, uh, mindin’ me askin’.”

“Can’t a woman touch herself for a little healthy excitement?!” Rarity scoffed, her small peak in anger worthy of making Applejack flinch. Her frustration didn’t last long, subsiding while shakily staring at her friend. She sighed before admitting, “I enjoy flustering myself, b-but as it happens, I… hesitate before going very far.”

Applejack chortled, “Well that’s just silly, don’tcha think? If I’m ever all hot and bothered, I sure as sweat am gonna finish what I started.”

“Is that so~?” Rarity tilted her head teasingly, comforted by Applejack’s opening up. “It’s not polite to brag, AJ, and most so in front of those less fortunate than you…”

“Less fortunate…? Rar, it’s just a matter of… of gettin’ it done.”

Rarity rose her nose high, “I understand! It’s just so~ easy for you to get off. You could teach a lesson about it, couldn’t you!”

Applejack’s hand brushed broadly down her face. “Rarity… Ugh, how did we get to this? Aren’t you being a lil’ ridiculous?”

“Oho, ridiculous I am! Ridiculous for having never gotten off! Me, Rarity, the tragedy on two legs -- won’t the experienced Applejack relieve me of such ignorance?” It was too late that Rarity realized what she did, and by then, her drumming heart had taken the helm. Perhaps hypnotized by the surreality of Applejack’s predicament, this inner craving of Rarity’s was seeping out, hence the bold teasing about something that was, simultaneously, crippling her pride to continually discuss.

If anything was for certain, it was that she was madly turned on -- all over again. Applejack, from her particularly vulnerable position, could sense that such was the case. Rarity’s fingers quivered and curled inwards, a slight jitter in the way she balanced her arm out, and her lips were always bitten back whenever she hadn’t something to say. It was a twisted expression, but huge and hungry, smiling down shakily onto Applejack like a spotlight.

“R-Rarity,” Applejack coughed, “are you… feeling okay?”

Rarity giggled as her reply. Nothing else was said before she tilted her hand so that Applejack stumbled out of it. The inch-tall woman squeaked as she descended suddenly onto the comforter below, an especially welcoming surface to bounce on. Applejack groaned while sitting up to her knees, clearing her vision of her own blonde hair after it had been thrown over her. She then looked up, taken back by the scale of Rarity once more. Where she had fallen was no mistake; right between Rarity’s jean-clad legs, which stretched far past Applejack for what felt like a mile each.

It was Applejack’s first instinct to argue, but the sight of Rarity’s wall-like crotch stunned her into submission. From where she stood, a gentle humidity could be detected, the warmth that resonated between Rarity’s thighs. At any moment, these giant legs could clasp around her with unstoppable force, so Applejack feared. Yet in the face of her worries, Rarity continued to smile enthusiastically, her lip still bitten in pure excitement while Applejack appeared drained and defenseless.

“Well, Applejack? Go on, get to work~” Rarity said, waving Applejack towards her with a finger. Applejack, of course, didn’t move. “Oh, is it too much trouble for you now? I suppose I should help meet you halfway or so~”

“H-How about we just call this off?” Applejack stuttered. “Or maybe--” Her eyes widened just as the ground began to shift. Rarity lifted her legs into the air, then tugged down on the skinny jeans while squirming left and right. All of her motions were magnified to Applejack, who suffered being thrown from one side to the next, ever worried that she might stumble forward where Rarity’s ass continually grinded into the bed. Such a performance was all to strip herself of Applejack’s pants and underwear, which passed over Applejack herself as a shadow flying by. Rarity’s legs plopped down on either side of Applejack again, guiding her towards the now fully exposed crotch and its sparse growth of purple hair.

Rarity held her chin in delightful thought, watching Applejack stare up at her naked crotch as though she were meeting a celebrity. She giggled, unable to restrain herself entirely, “You’re so small, AJ… You’re not intimidated, are you?”

Applejack shook her head out of a trance. “I-I ain’t scared, but…” She did another look over of what she felt was an opponent, this imposingly large cunt presented in front of her. Some wetness was still evident from when she was touching herself before, droplets that stuck to stray hairs that were each as thick as stalks. Even now, it drooled with anticipation, as though Applejack was to test its appetite.

“Just show me what you would do,” Rarity encouraged. “What with being so small, I imagine it must be easy to pinpoint everything. Don’t tell me you’re now suddenly afraid to get your hands dirty? That’s not the Applejack I know.” Rarity’s smile teetered -- she was having too much fun, even she could admit. This teasing personality was quite unlike her, but it couldn’t be helped now that she had such tantalizing possibilities.

Applejack burned with a mix of anger and humiliation. She closed her eyes tight, “Shoot, have it your way!” With a surprisingly fast kick behind her step, Applejack approached the wall of wrinkles and hair, hesitating only when she was right up against it. She sized up the scale of Rarity’s privates, then leaped into a knot of hair. Her legs kicked until they found a foothold against the plush skin, pushing her to the next height, and then the next. Of course, all considerations for her own privacy were forfeited; Applejack couldn’t cover herself while climbing up Rarity’s pussy, and so she bared through with that thought ever on her mind, that she was stark naked and scaling up her best friend’s crotch.

Rarity was in fact astonished that Applejack could be so confident. She fell silent with a sharp inhale, taken when she first felt Applejack leap and pull onto her hair. It tickled her incredibly, yet to kick back and laugh would certainly hurt her friend, being caught in such a precarious position. It was a struggle, but Rarity resisted any bursts of movement, concentrating on how the belittled Applejack trudged ahead through coils of pubic hair.

Near the peak of the mound, Applejack came to a rest. She had stamina to spare, but another obstacle was in her way. “So, um, this is… the part where, uh, I’d take my clitoris… but…”

Rarity chuckled, which was enough movement to test Applejack’s grip. “Do you need help, little AJ?”

Applejack frowned at the nickname, but worse was that Rarity’s guess was correct. The truth, as obvious as it could be seen, was that she was too small. “I-It’s hard to get to with all this hair…”

Rarity’s fingers curled into the pillow sheet behind her, teetering on the edge of collapsing under her excitement. She choked back any giggling before speaking, “You look like a little piece of lint…I should have known better that you would need help.”

“N-Nevermind, I don’t need help,” Applejack complained, suddenly in a fluster. She dug through the purple pubic hair, using her arms to bend the threads away while still relying on them to hold her balance. It was a futile battle; the moment she released the hair, it would twist right back to where it was. In doing so, it entangled Applejack’s legs and waist, making it that more challenging. She grunted as she pulled her arm up and through a tangle of hair, but when she did--

“Yieeee!” Rarity squealed -- a pube had just been plucked from her most sensitive skin. She bounced up from shock, defending her crotch by coiling up her legs and shooting a hand to hold down where it was sore. “Applejack! What are you doing?!” She asked this, but realized a beat afterwards that she was carelessly suffocating her friend. Her eyes flashed with embarrassment when she felt a bump against her palm, the efforts of Applejack attempting to free herself from the combined clutch of Rarity’s hand and thighs. Rarity flinched into a spat of giggles, “A-Applejack, y-you’re tickling me…!”

The world had suddenly turned on Applejack. First the land beneath her threw her into the air, only to be captured and sealed behind multiple walls of flesh. She barely had a chance to acknowledge Rarity’s shock before her body had clamped down around her, pinning her into the bush of hair that had already done well in binding her. She kicked her legs back several times, stomping at a finger, “Rarity! Let go!”

The chamber she was trapped in opened, pouring in the light of the bedroom. Applejack stirred slowly while Rarity’s body relaxed, hesitant to move less she trigger another jolt of a reaction. She hadn’t expected a person that was so heavy and huge to react as suddenly as she did; it really only took one particular touch to have the giant squirming under her. Such a thought weighed on her, until she remembered why she was at Rarity’s crotch in the first place.

Rarity sighed, attempting to compose herself but unable to fight off that persistent blush. “S-Sorry, but you should warn me next time!” she lectured, her voice pitched high after the shock. “No more of that… Let me help you.”

All around Applejack appeared long fingers that dove into the purple field of hair. Together, the fingers raked up the crotch and combed the hair, effortlessly untangling knots that otherwise would have restrained Applejack. All the while, Applejack herself was at odds with the fingers, unable to dodge their movement and relying purely on Rarity’s sense to navigate around her. That trust was tested when the hair wrapped around her was then brushed through. The finger met Applejack like a club, dragging her out of the hair momentarily before ditching her in another fluff. Disoriented and confused, Applejack had to recover before understanding how the pubic hair had been divided, spread apart and held down by two of Rarity’s fingers. A strip of pale-white skin was exposed for her to follow, guiding her to a bulb of flesh, the clitoris that she had been searching for.

“I, uh, must have missed it,” Applejack explained, but her little voice was too hushed to be heard. She wiped an arm across her brow, then returned to her work, crawling towards the clit while occasionally glancing back up the mountainous Rarity. An especially intrigued smile followed her the entire way, perched from that peak and patiently waiting for her to proceed.

Applejack neared the clitoris, her steps slowing down as she did. All of that familiarity she had with pleasuring herself had melted through her hands. It was alien to her, a remark she wouldn’t say aloud with Rarity hovering back behind her. She observed it closely, having never thought too specifically about what a giant clitoris would look like. It bulged from where Rarity opened, protruding from the hood like a morning flower reaching for the sun. A gleam was cast around its slick flesh, as if it were something to discover -- in the sustained silenced, Applejack felt as much, that she had wandered somewhere unreal and separate from the world. She swallowed, trying to ground herself by remembering that this was Rarity, and this was Rarity’s clit, but that only made the wonder more grand.

Under her bare feet, Applejack felt Rarity’s skin flush with warmth and sway with fast breaths. “AJ~” Rarity teased. “Is something the matter~? Or is this part of what you do?”

Applejack snapped to and immediately sat herself down around the bulge, placing a leg around each side. It was hugged between her thighs, and according to the rocking of the vessel, she assumed Rarity was keenly aware. “Alright, so, this is bigger than what I’m used to, but uhh, I usually begin with a lil’ massagin’, to warm ‘er up.” With that much said, Applejack gently took the round flesh into her grasp. She proceeded no further, jittering a look back at Rarity before going ahead. “Uh, y-you fine?”

“Yes!” Rarity squeaked, her other hand masking her messy expression. Her body shivered in a way that was assured to alert Applejack, but she knew it was pointless to conceal how she felt. My best friend is touching my clit! Rarity thought wildly. Does she really think I would be fine?! I’m about to have a heart attack!

Although intimidated by her enthusiasm, Applejack continued, turning back to the clitoris and gradually applying her weight into her palms. Her grasp tightened around it in a strangling maneuver, but she maintained a tender and considerate touch. “Some soft pinchin’ and twistin’ is all it really needs,” she explained, her ability to teach like this a dissonant trait from how anxious she truly appeared. Following her own advice, her method of caressing Rarity’s spot gradually became faster and more involved. The texture was slimy, Applejack noted, but she grew accustomed to how it gave way to her grip, more malleable than she anticipated.

Before long, her tiny interactions were creating wakes in return. Like a ship caught in choppy waters, Rarity fidgeted from the tickling sensation so centered on her crotch. She knew better than to lash out uncontrollably, her spasms restricted for the sake of Applejack’s security, but that idea only entertained her more. She closed her eyes, attempting to forgo the angle she had so that she could imagine Applejack’s more intensely. Her tiny perspective, which must have been overwhelmed with the atmosphere of a friend’s gigantic cunt; a giggle was muffled, too amused by what she imagined. It was a serious matter that any stray kick or flinch could cost Applejack’s well-being, and yet that risk only tantalized her further, conjuring more from her libido.

Rarity winced as Applejack’s pace increased steadily. Nearly lost in her effort to a good job, Applejack had to look back at Rarity to acknowledge again how small she was, how weird the situation had become. She meant to say something, but her mouth hung agape when she witnessed Rarity melting into her bed, plagued with shivers that were all, in fact, in response to her. Without realizing it, Applejack had froze and ceased her massaging of the clitoris, but it took only a second for that to be corrected--

“Don’t stop!” Rarity whined in a bolt. Applejack stammered but obliged, turning back to the clitoris between her legs and returning to her original speed. The difference was night and day, with Rarity quickly falling back into little twitches, a whispered moan, and a hovering hand -- just above Applejack, observing from over her shoulder, but yet to interfere. It waited for Applejack, who was none the wiser that it had neared her place at Rarity’s crotch.

Applejack peered over the crotch like it were a ridge, having noticed Rarity’s scent was stronger. She swallowed, realizing that her actions -- as expected -- had aroused her best friend, and now that crevice beneath her had grown wet and warm. Rarity’s fingers adjusted instinctively, keeping her pubic hair spread apart but also reeling back the folds of her pussy. Applejack clung on to her ride while the huge body slid into position, more laid out onto the bed rather than seated in it. From the motion, Applejack was thrown over the bulbous part of Rarity, her blond hair jostled over her face. Down beneath her, she saw clearly how turned on her friend had become, strings of wetness connecting the separated walls that emphasised her pink hole. Its aroma was thick and hot, like an exhale that steamed up into Applejack’s curiosity.

Befuddled, Applejack shivered back to her mission, as if trying to cast a blind eye towards this surreal situation. “A-After that,” Applejack coughed, ignoring Rarity’s lack of response, “I, err, start goin’ inside with a finger o-or two, and widen myself a bit…” While passing on these instructions, Applejack was fully invested in watching the event play out. Her eyes were wide with how they studied Rarity’s fingers dexterously manage the folds of skin, a display of strength dedicated to a matter entirely selfish.

Rarity breathed, a distant noise that thawed Applejack from her frozen status. “Th-Then what…?” Rarity asked, her fingers caught in a rotating motion as to continually keep herself energized. These swirls hypnotized Applejack, drawing her closer over the mound. “What do you do next…?”

“I, uhhr--” Applejack swallowed, then fretted backwards. “Y-You’ve got the right idea, I reckon,” she nervously chuckled, “um, h-hasn’t this been enough?”

“Oh, no no,” Rarity scoffed, genuinely amused by Applejack’s hesitance. She panted through her smile, her expression becoming hungrier. “We’re not stopping now. I don’t think I could bring myself to at this point…”

“Er, well, maybe you could let me down now…?” Applejack was glowing red and could feel her own heat. The scene unfolding before her was intensely graphic, unlike anything she had witnessed, both horrifying yet captivating. She feared that if she didn’t pull away now, she’d lose herself to Rarity’s contagious lust.

Two fingers abducted Applejack. Her tiny body was plucked from the bush, faster than she could react. No amount of resilience could free her from Rarity’s clutches, nor her desires. Applejack was not taken far, for she was soon directed face-first towards the cunt she had tried to shy away from. That powerful aroma was fuller, enveloping Applejack’s dangling body like a seductive embrace. Occasionally, her writhing would pause, struck with awe at what she was beholden to. Like the entrance into a bizarre cave, the depths beckoned to her, and she moved even closer to the soaked opening, regardless of how she refused.

“W-Wait up, Rarity! Wh-What the hay are you doing?!” Applejack tugged at the fingers that held her body, hoping to claw some sense out of her friend. But the hole drew closer, opened wider in preparation for her tiny body. Rarity’s intent hadn’t needed to be spoken aloud for Applejack to fear her fate. Soon, the flesh could be reached out and touched, pushed away from; “Rarity!! Th-This is the limit, I-I don’t know about all this!”

“I don’t know either, b-but,” Rarity swallowed a pool of saliva, “but… it feels right…! Very, very right!” Emboldened, Rarity was unshackled from her hesitation and forced Applejack onto her. She instantly felt her friend’s head be taken into her lips, then her tiny hands which continued to push back to no avail. The struggle only aroused Rarity further, tickling her into spasms that she no longer regretted. When Applejack miraculously slipped out of her fingers, it took less than a second to reaffirm her grip, locking the woman’s lower half into a three-fingered coil. With Applejack suppressed, it was even easier for Rarity to push her into herself, her hips cradling forward as to better allow entrance.

Applejack pried her face free from the wet walls, pulling back so that she could inhale precious air. She was swiftly thrown right back into place, Rarity’s fist coddling her more into the welcoming flesh. “Rarity!! Rarity, listen to me!!” All of her shouts traveled nowhere, lost in the warm folds of skin that wished to take her.

The natural lubricant soaked Applejack as she scrambled for an escape. One attempt to push away utterly backfired when her arms slipped off the slick walls. Her body propelled forward, urged in without anything slowing her. Rarity shocked herself with a volt of joy, “Nggh~...” Applejack was inside her, at least partway. Her behemoth body shivered, which Applejack mistook as an intentional shaking for how fiercely Rarity trembled. Despite another effort to push out, Applejack only fell further within the throbbing confines.

Protesting alone would accomplish nothing, Applejack realized. She twisted as best she could, fighting against an inconsistent gravity. Her breaths all returned to her in full, trapped inside the steamy cave with her. Only her feet could feel the coolness of the outside air, but that too was taken from her. A finger delved into the hole after her and ushered her forward, even deeper than she had been. Applejack yelled in refusal, kicking and stomping down at the finger that bullied her, but this would only develop an opening. Rarity’s finger pushed up and found itself hugged by Applejack’s legs as they cycled about in a tantrum. The grip was made tight, as Applejack hoped she could use it to be pulled free, but its position against her naked body stimulated an entirely different instinct.

Rarity had plunged into total bliss. Her eyes were closed and her head craned back into her pillow, arcing her back to a gentle curve. One hand worked inside of her, the other mimicked Applejack’s guidance for her clit. She breathed frantically and without rhythm, the only expression of internal conflict for what she was doing. As much as she knew that this was forced upon Applejack, she also knew that this was Applejack, her very best friend that she had longed for from afar in confused, complex feelings. If there was anyone she wanted to be tiny and have inside of her, it was naturally her. She muttered her name which had conquered all of her thoughts, dreaming of that body and how small it had shrunk to. Everything that was Applejack existed at the tip of her finger, her nude body stroked and touched while within the wet entrapment.

While Rarity drifted towards ecstasy, Applejack was being rattled into it. The intruding finger continued to bombard her from below, bypassing her legs and forcing Applejack into a hug around it. It easily threw her from one wall into the next, sliding around the compact chamber all while her body rocked into the fingertip. Her tits bounced against Rarity’s touch, her crotch grinded against the length of her finger; Applejack burned hotter than ever, gasping for her own completion. Any sound she made was drowned by that of Rarity’s body, be it the groan of her pussy being entered or a distant moan of pleasure.

It was torture, yet Applejack embraced it. Overtaken by her own lust, she succumbed to the task that had been thrust upon her. Rarity’s enjoyment became her priority, abandoning ideas of escape so that she could be driven on her goal. She was small and weak, but that was exactly what had turned her on. As tiny as she was, she got to experience Rarity like a goddess, chosen as her personal toy. She fell in love with how she could ride this massive body, feeling it rise and collapse and shiver all based on how she caressed it with her own shrunken self. To that end, Applejack wished for Rarity’s climax, scaling up the contracting walls so that she could reach her cervix.

Rarity suddenly hunched in a spasm she hadn’t predicted. She gagged on a mistimed inhale, taken aback by the electric trill that coursed through her. “Applejack!!” she whined, her expression twisted into a red-colored grimace. She breathed, but the pleasure at her core continued with or without her approval. It was out of reach of where her finger had been, which dared not move now lest she interrupt her own enjoyment. Frozen except for her constant shivering, Rarity entered a trance, a hollow stare directed at her bed’s canopy, mouthing Applejack’s name in a mantra.

An eruption, the stress unleashed. Rarity’s legs sprawled wide apart as her middle melted from her. Ejaculate released from her in unison with a moan, drawn out to its whispered end. Her skin was flashed with chills that she couldn’t stroke, not with her hands still pressed tightly against her crotch. If she could remain there for hours, she happily would agree to, but Applejack -- what had happened to her? A worried exhale ended her extensive moan as she began to question if her friend had even survived the ordeal.

Applejack had endured the orgasm, a feat that had left her more exhausted than anything the farm ever had her do. She was gracelessly collapsed in Rarity’s corner, unable to tell left from right or up from down. Fatigue settled hard over her, not just from the brutal experience of being used as a dildo, but also from her own sexual exploits; though miserably drenched and befuddled, Applejack, too, had worked out her own climax within Rarity, a sensation that had her trembling in its memory. But, deciding not to be forgotten about, Applejack found the stamina to push and grab at the walls around her. It was as best of a nudge as she could offer to the gigantic woman, a pathetic post-sex plea to be freed.

Rarity had taken Applejack out from her, but couldn’t look her shrunken friend in the eyes. She remained bashfully turned away, her naked legs crossed and her hands firmly pushed at her lap, staring straight down while she steamed off. Applejack, far more badgered from the experience, lay in a slump amidst some wrinkles in the bedsheets, waiting to be dried off of Rarity’s wetness.

“So~,” Applejack began, shattering the agonizing silence, “I couldn’t help but notice that you knew what you were doin’ back there...”

Rarity buckled forward in shame. When nothing could be said to her defense, she cracked a smile instead and hid Applejack from sight with a hand put over the little body.