⚠️ author's note ⚠️: PLEASE be aware that this chapter contains sensitive topics and mature content. reader discretion is advised. if you find certain subjects uncomfortable or triggering, you may want to skip this chapter or proceed with caution. if you choose to continue, please remember to prioritize your well-being first and reach out for support if needed. & this is going to be a long chapter and i'm sorry for that.

~ the next day after school ~

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Rarity's POV ♥

After returning home from school, consumed by a sense of boredom, I delved into working on the unfinished dresses for my clients' customized orders. For a solid two hours, I dedicated myself to the task at hand before finally making my way up to my bedroom.

Once there, I swiftly changed into my nighttime gown, a delightful ensemble that blended shades of baby blue and plain purple. The upper chest portion boasted a charming pattern of bubbly diamonds arranged in the shape of a heart, while the lower part seamlessly transitioned into a plain purple, creating a captivating gradient effect.

With a desire to bring order to my surroundings, I diligently organized the belongings in my room. Craving a change of pace, I yearned for a breath of fresh air. Thus, I opened the window, allowing a cool breeze to infiltrate the room, and I indulged in a long, satisfying inhale.

Drawn to the captivating night sky, adorned with an endless array of twinkling stars, I approached the walk-out bay window stand, providing me with an ideal vantage point. To my surprise, there across from my spot was Applejack. While I was aware that we lived close to each other, I had no idea that was her room. In that moment, she seemed only seconds away, her window conveniently left half open, serving as a silent invitation of proximity.

In a hopeful attempt to catch Applejack's attention, I enthusiastically waved, only to lose my balance and tumble to the floor. Despite my unsuccessful attempt, I managed to catch her gaze momentarily as she looked bewildered. However, as I fell, she quickly averted her eyes, dismissing my clumsy mishap.

Letting out a sigh, I picked myself up from the floor and brushed off the collected dust from my nightgown. Once again, my focus returned to Applejack. I couldn't help but notice her sitting on her bed, appearing downcast and quiet. Curiosity piqued within me, and I wondered why she seemed so melancholic. I didn't want her to be sad, and an idea sparked in my mind.

Seizing a flashlight that emitted a strong beam of light, I switched it on and motioned the light in the direction of Applejack's presence. The sudden illumination startled her, and she instinctively shielded her face from the brightness. Confusion painted her expression as she traced the source of the light. Gradually, Applejack began to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. With purpose, she walked over to her window and opened it, revealing a patio-like window stand similar to mine.

Finally, our eyes met!

A gleeful smile graced my face as I continued to wave, mirroring her actions. My gaze darted around, and I spotted a diamond-patterned notebook and a dark blue marker. Determined, I dashed off to retrieve those items, realizing that writing would enable us to communicate more easily. Even though we were mere feet away from each other, our voices would still be muffled, making written words the ideal method of connection.

I wrote something down and showed up the notebook.

"Hello, Applejack! Why are you sitting in the dark doing super creepy things?" I heard a grunt from Applejack as she walked away.

She returned with her notebook adorned with apple patterns and a black marker in hand. She swiftly wrote down her message and displayed the notebook towards me, allowing me to read what she had to say.

In addition to our communication, I couldn't help but admire Applejack's golden locks cascading freely like weightless feathers. The gentle breeze tousled her hair, leaving it gracefully untangled, a captivating sight to behold.

I couldn't deny my fondness for her hairstyle, but dear Rarity, just take a look at Applejack! It seemed as though she never bothered to brush her hair! The abundance of knots was undeniable!

Ah... I resolved in that moment— I would definitely take it upon myself to brush and revamp Applejack's hair very soon!

🍎:
"I am not. I always do that."

💎:
"Well, do not! It is creepy >:("

🍎:
"Wow, thanks mom ;)"

I scoffed at her, and she snickered from seeing that.

💎:
"I like this, we can communicate like this whenever! We could also call or text each other. What is your phone number?"

🍎:
"Me too. Here's my number; 541-***-****"

💎:
"Mark that as added in my contact book! Lol!"

💎:
"Oh! I noticed something. You don't like dresses but I do. You are athletic and I am a girly girl. Based on our personalities, it sounds like we are the polar opposites." I added.

🍎:
"Wearing* not "like." I just dislike wearing it. Well, it is the same thing but whatever."

🍎:
"And that is a good thing, opposites CAN attract or get along. That's intriguing, don't you think, Rarity?"

💎:
"Haha, that is true, I think so, AJ."

A agreeable smile graced my face in response. Just as Applejack was about to look up, her gaze shifted towards something behind her, capturing her attention. Whatever it was, it seemed to have piqued her curiosity. Concern etched across my face, I conveyed my worries through my expression.

🍎:
"GTG, sorry, my lil sis needs me.."

💎:
"Oh, I did not know you had a sister! Okay, goodbye AJ."

Applejack swiftly replied on her notebook, her writing speed leaving me astounded. It was impressive how quickly she could jot down her thoughts. Then again, it made perfect sense. After all, Applejack regularly communicated with others using that very same notebook, so it was only natural that she had practiced and honed her skill.

🍎:
"Bye, love ya Rarity."

Suddenly, without any warning, Applejack held up the notebook, displaying hastily scrawled words with a messy handwriting.

My mouth gaped open in surprise, my words garbled for a moment as I desperately tried to formulate a response before she disappeared.

"Wait, wait, what did you mean, love?" I held up the notebook, but Applejack had already left her room. Oh no, it was too late. She didn't see...

I shook my head, feeling bewildered by the unexpected turn of events. It was something... peculiar.

Perhaps Applejack meant it in a friendly way? Today had been filled with oddities, and now she seemed to be talking nonsense... Anyhow, Rarity, let's just retire for the night.

"I'll ask her about it tomorrow..." The lingering thought echoed in my mind as I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

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~ next day ~

Applejack's POV ♥

*rings*

"Good morning, Applejack. It's time to get up." The alarm said in a robotic voice. I squeezed the pillow with my hands and groaned at that.

*rings*

"Shut it, darn alarm! I heard ya clearly enough, a'ight?!"

I lifted my head and let it slowly settle back into my sleeping position. My eyes grew heavy, slowly succumbing to the desire to shut and embrace the comforting embrace of sleep once more.

*rings*

"Applejack, please get up."

*rings*

I emerged my head up so quickly, my body shot out quick reflexes since I almost fell out of my bed. grappling on control. "Why was my sleep interrupted?" I thought, taking a deep inhale.

Fuck this!

Briskly, I shoved the alarm and it fell over to the floor. The ringing stopped; it was probably broken now.

"Stupid alarm..." I mumbled, groggily. I was definitely not a morning person. Well, sometimes. My chores and duties are a whole different story.

As I rose from my bed, I quickly dressed myself in a vibrant ensemble. I threw on a red crop top over a white tank top, not concerning myself with perfect layering. A red bandana with apple patterns found its place around my neck, adding a touch of casual charm. I slipped into a pair of skinny black jeans and pulled on ankle-length brown boots for practicality. With my hair tied back in a low ponytail, I made sure not to forget my trusty signature hat. With my outfit assembled, I descended the stairs, ready to tackle the day ahead at school.

Breakfast is mighty important, so I headed straight to the kitchen to grab my morning fuel. Cereal seemed like the perfect choice, and guess what? I found a box with my very own name on it—Applejack. Ain't that somethin'? I was familiar with my way around the kitchen, so I had everything set up for my cereal in a jiffy. But then, as I was about to make my way, I hit the brakes. Darn it, I'd forgotten something in my room, and it was needed for school.

Um, what was it? Oh, right! My school backpack was what I forgot.

A groan came out of my mouth once again because I had to go up again to receive my backpack.

"Great," I said, aloud, my back drooping down and still reeling from my interrupted sleep.

I ascended the stairs and returned to my bedroom, seeking my backpack. As I entered, a disarray of scattered notes from the previous night greeted my eyes, strewn across the floor. It slipped my mind to clean them up earlier, so I crouched down, gathering the papers in my hands.

Among the jumble, a particular note caught my attention. Its words pierced through my thoughts: "Bye, love ya Rarity."

The letters I had studied earlier continued to reverberate in my mind, echoing relentlessly. I remained fixated on the note, my heart pounding with growing fear. Why in the fucking tarnation would I say such a thing to Rarity?! It felt like a devastating mistake, one that could potentially jeopardize our friendship.

I shrieked.

"Of course, Applejack? Why would Rarity want to be friends with a dirty cowgirl like you? Who apparently said that she loves her on a damn note...." The subconsciousness sneaked into my mind as I imagined up an evil-like me taunting myself.

"Shut up, stupid mind!" I shouted at myself, feeling hot headed. My face heated up the moment I debated what Rarity's reaction to this would be. Okay, how did I forget doing this?

My little sister Apple Bloom came in my room.

"Applejack, the bus is here, move it!" She said, tapping my shoulders, and my back was facing her.

Oh yeah, my little sister does go to the same school with me now, and we ride the same bus. I almost forgot about the bus for a split second.

"Not my fault if ya miss the bus, cause I'm leavin'! I warned ya!" She declared, her bow was bouncing from her movements. She was advancing to my bedroom door, and she  turned around in my direction.

A sharp, uncontrollable shriek tore through the air, escaping my lips before I could even comprehend it.

"Of course, Applejack! Why on earth would Rarity want to be friends with a dirty cowgirl like you? Especially after you wrote that you love her on a damn note..." The insidious voice of my subconsciousness slithered into my mind, conjuring an image of an evil version of myself, taunting and mocking.

"Shut up, you stupid mind!" I snapped, my temper flaring. Frustration surged within me as I battled with the implications of Rarity's potential reaction. How could I have been so foolish? The heat in my face intensified, matching the intensity of my inner turmoil.

Just then, my little sister Apple Bloom barged into my room, breaking the tension.

"Applejack, the bus is here! Move it!" she exclaimed, tapping my shoulders. My back was turned towards her, but her urgency was palpable.

Oh, right. I momentarily forgot that my little sister now attends the same school as me, and we ride the same bus. The bus! It almost slipped my mind in the chaos of the moment.

"Not my fault if you miss the bus, 'cause I'm leaving! I warned you!" she declared, her bow bouncing with her movements. She advanced toward the doorway, then turned back to face me.

I turned my head towards Apple Bloom, my expression filled with fear, causing my lips to tremble as if winter had engulfed the entire house.

"I am— What? W-what's wrong?!" Apple Bloom asked, her face etched with a perplexed look as she tried to make sense of my distress. My thoughts raced frantically in my mind, and I resorted to pacing back and forth, intensifying her sense of confusion.

"DAMMIT, you stupid Applejack! UGGGGH!!!" I screamed, my voice releasing a mix of embarrassment and anger, as if they had fused into a single overwhelming emotion. In my fury, I flung the note from my hand, and it landed near Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom stood witness to the entire ordeal, the note flying towards her position. She picked it up and began to read.

Ugh? Now, why did I have to throw that note? I really have fucked up everything right there.

EVERYTHING! I need to buck an Applejack. Fast!! It will help me handle this if I buck an Applejack. Oh wait! I am Applejack! Fucking dumbass!!

Sigh, this is a sign.. I'm really malfunctioning.

Apple Bloom put the note back on my desk acting like it was nothing, chortling. She whispered with her hand hovering over her mouth, "Wow, big sis AJ, oh I see..."

She is going to mock me with this, isn't she?

Eerk! But it's not true..... right?

I pouted and she scolded, "Don't miss the bus, let's go! Ya have two legs, so use it! We need to get on because the bus is not going to wait forever!" I gave a glare to my very prepared little sister, and she chuckled next.

I shuffled my legs to catch up with Apple Bloom, "Alright, Apple Bloom! I get it!" I shushed her, and patted her on her head.

"By the way, are you and this Rarity girl a thing now? Woah, I gotta love it!!" She giggled, freely mocking me with a jokingly smirk written on her face.

"LIKE YA ARE THE ONE TO FRICKIN' TALK!!" I yelled back, my face being flushed to the color of crimson.

"But no.. we are not a thing, Apple Bloom." I murmured. I chuckled at how Apple Bloom came to that conclusion, but then it got dawned on me that she was treating me like her little sister.

Wait, what.. why is Apple Bloom treating meh like that?! That little Bloom!!! But she's not here... I scanned my room as I gathered my thoughts, finding it empty.

She already left? Wow, Apple Bloom must have been really eager not to miss the bus. I let out a soft snort and shook my head. Alright, you win this round, little sis...

I walked out through the front door and boarded the school bus. I caught up to Apple Bloom. We exchanged a glare from our previous encounter and then burst into laughter together.

As I searched for a seat on the bus, I peeked into each row to check. Apple Bloom had already found one and sat with Sweetie Belle, who I heard is Rarity's sister. I think?

I continued down the aisle, searching for an empty seat. Most of them were taken, but I refused to give up my quest for a spot.

Finally, I spotted an available seat, but someone was already sitting there by the window. Before I asked if the seat was taken, I took a closer look at the person occupying it. To my surprise, the person I laid my eyes upon was none other than Rarity. She wore a pink tank top with fluffy shoulder sleeves, an icy white jean jacket made of diamond material, white short-shorts, coordinated pink socks patterned with diamonds, and sneakers. A baby pink diamond hair clip was pinned delicately in her curls. Light smoky makeup enhanced her features.

Rarity was truly in tune with her pink-ness today, her entire outfit exuding the color and embracing the three P's: "pretty pop pink."

The abundance of pink was almost overpowering, causing a slight discomfort in my eyes. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought that Pinkie Pie had already claimed the title of the ultimate purveyor of all things pink, haha. Nevertheless, Rarity effortlessly pulled off the look, always managing to look fantastic, regardless of what she wore.

I found myself secretly yearning for more opportunities to spend time with Rarity. Whenever I was in her presence, my stomach would flutter with a frenzy of butterflies, as if a hurricane were churning within me. I couldn't quite pinpoint why I started feeling this way.

Exploring connections beyond my closest circle of friends—Rainbow, Twilight, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie—was something I never anticipated happening frequently. I reminisced about the exhilarating time we had at Rarity's house just two days ago. Strangely enough, Rarity had become the person I felt closest to at the moment, even surpassing my lifelong best friends.

We might not be friends anymore though because of what happened yesterday.... I need to tell her that I didn't actually mean what I said yesterday....... THAT WAS FUCKIN' EMBARRASSING ALRIGHT!!!!!

Rarity's POV

I was sitting on my bus seat in the fifth row, with an empty seat vacancy next to me, and people were entering into the bus. Surprise, surprise, one of them were Applejack.

She saw me, I think! AJ approached closer to me and asked if she could sit with me.

"Naturally, Applejack! Come, hop on!" I chimed happily, patting on the seat as an accepting signal to sit down with me.

"Hehe, thank you. Of course, you always gotta wear pretty sexy clothes." Applejack said in hushed tones. She sat down as she pulled her hat down a little lightly, covering her face. People started to stare, but I paid no attention to them.

Everyone got surprised, because Applejack never used her voice in any school environments, only with her trusted ones. All of that changed when she spoke today using her voice, like wow, Applejack really kept my promise.

That was one of those things I liked the most about her, well as friends, of course. She's just so honest and I loved that quality of hers.

"Excuse you! Rude much?!" I cried a little loudly, nudging her playfully.

"Hey! I'm just kiddin'!" She said, returning the nudge, laughing as I giggled along. Goodness, her laugh was super cute to hear!

~ silence ~

Applejack scratched her nape while I absentmindedly played with my hair, twirling the curls around. The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, with silence stretching between us. I eagerly awaited her to break the tension.

"L-Listen, Rarity... I'm sorry about what I said last night. Like I mentioned before, rambling happens to be one of my bad habits," she stammered, scratching her head and averting her gaze.

A surge of surprise coursed through me as she subtly hinted at an accent in her speech. Was that her genuine voice or just a nervous quirk? Either way, it only added to her charm.

"No, it's fine, I understand... Really, darling," I assured her with a smile as she looked back at me and returned the smile.

However, shortly after, she glanced away and abruptly engaged in a conversation with someone else. A pang of sadness tugged at my heart. Opening my phone, I began scrolling to distract myself from those emotions.

As I mindlessly scrolled, my fingers gradually slowed down until they eventually paused. Why? Why did I yearn for her words from yesterday to hold true? Did she not genuinely mean them? Hmm, whatever... You're overthinking it, Rarity! Really!

Once we arrived at school, we walked together towards Rainbow Dash's location since we could spot her from a distance. As expected, she was already there, always as swift as lightning.

"Yo! I haven't heard from you guys in, like, forever! What's been going on?" Rainbow Dash questioned, poking us.

"Nothing much, I've just been quite busy. I've also been spending time with Applejack since we live really close to each other, just a few minutes apart... She came over two days ago, and we had a good talk. And, um, yesterday too," I explained, my thoughts drifting back to what Applejack had said the previous day.

"Bye, love ya Rarity."

A sudden wave of heat rushed to my cheeks, igniting a fiery blush. Determined to stay invested in the conversation, I focused my attention on the ongoing discussion, attempting to divert my thoughts.

"Ohh, cool!! And, what did you guys do?" RD asked.

Applejack's frustration became increasingly evident as Rainbow Dash continued to barrage her with question after question. It was clear that she wasn't in the mood for this interrogation. I didn't mean any offense, but I couldn't help but find Rainbow's persistent inquiries rather bothersome at that moment.

"Not really much... Just getting to know each other!" I exclaimed in response to Rainbow Dash's question. As my eyes met with Applejack, a flicker of connection formed between us. Yet, just as quickly as it appeared, she looked away, breaking the brief but meaningful eye contact.

"Yeah... exactly what she said," Applejack chimed in, her voice laced with a simmering mix of fury and annoyance.

Rainbow Dash stood frozen, her jaw practically hitting the floor at the audacity of Applejack using her voice in Canterlot High School. I couldn't contain my laughter, the unexpected twist tickling my funny bone. Applejack caught onto my amusement and joined in, our laughter harmonizing in the air.

"Gee, haha!" I managed to gasp out through the fits of mirth.

"Oi, shut up! Nothing is funny," RD snapped, her face turning a shade of red that matched her embarrassment.

"Oh, but it's downright hilarious. So, how's it going with you and Fluttershy?" Applejack probed, her tone deliberately grating, aiming to poke at Rainbow Dash's nerves.

"It. Is. Going. Very. Fine!" RD gritted her teeth, her response dripping with forced composure.

"Pff, anyways girls, let's go to class. I don't want to be late....." I stated, prompting nods of agreement from my companions. Together, we made our way to our classrooms. As Applejack and Rainbow Dash walked side by side, their conversation filled the air. Rainbow Dash couldn't believe that Applejack had used her voice in school without informing her beforehand.

Unfortunately, I found myself unable to join in their conversation since we had separate classes. With a tinge of disappointment, I made my way towards my next period, biology class, bidding them farewell as we went our separate ways.

Time passed while the topics in class were currently focused on the genetics and organismal biology. So boring!!!! I couldn't bother to pay attention and evaluated my purple painted nails. I know it's important to learn those kind of stuff, but it's not my thing.

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the free period, excitement bubbled within me, and I let out an exuberant squeal as I walked out of the classroom. Eager to familiarize myself with the school, I ventured through the hallways, exploring various rooms. Despite spending some time here, I still hadn't fully acclimated to the layout, so I took this opportunity to navigate the grounds and get a better understanding of the school's layout.

Yearning for a dose of sunlight and fresh air, I stepped outside and allowed myself to wander aimlessly. The freedom of the open space enveloped me, and I reveled in the joy of unguided exploration.

A huge sign came to my attention, the kind of a commercial entrance stone. The rust crept along its edges, illustrating it an ancient-like appearance. This decaying sign survived for a very long time and harbors a meaning. I loomed near to the school stone, and spied an engraving on it; I wanted to know what it says so I read the message.

"Canterlot High School, C.H.S, Main Entrance. Leave the world a little better than you found it! ♡"

The quote at the end stood out, bold and emphasized, drawing my attention. Could it be the official school motto? The words resonated deep within me, stirring a profound sense of admiration.

With a surge of excitement, I extended my hand, reaching out to touch the meticulously engraved letters that held such significance. As my fingertips brushed against the sturdy engravings, I could almost feel the weight of their meaning. I took a moment to trace the contours of each letter, committing them to memory.

The stone itself was a marvel, weathered yet resilient, standing as a testament to the school's enduring spirit. Its presence commanded respect and filled me with a newfound determination. The sign seemed to speak to me, whispering promises of growth, knowledge, and endless possibilities.

Suddenly, my exploration was upended as a pair of hands seized my arms with startling force, catching me completely off guard. Panic surged through me, and I desperately attempted to scream for help. However, before any sound could escape my lips, the assailant swiftly covered my mouth, effectively stifling my cries.

The person was behind me, squeezing my wrists tightly. Wait a minute... The hands on me weighed down with an unusual heaviness, as if they were more than just a pair. How could someone have held my wrists tightly and covered my mouth simultaneously? That didn't quite make sense.

It was not just one guy? There was a few more! No! I want to get out of here! Come on, Rarity! Fight and escape!

"Argh! She's trying to break loose, come on here and hold her!" yelled a guy. His voice sounded like he was behind me! I was using my legs and arms to wiggle out and inflict anything on them.

A guy came into the picture. The blue haired guy with black highlights and red eyes was wearing a fancy suit with cross earrings. He was just standing, examining me with his eyes.

The third guy also came out. He had a long black spiky hair with piercings all over his face and he was wearing punk clothes, all charming looking. His eyes were pierced golden.

A blonde haired guy with a rock band shirt, leather jacket, and blue jeans came out from behind me, smiling right at me. I frowned in unease, my legs slowly giving up on me out of fear.

They appeared to be those popular bullies. I've heard about them from this school.

"Oh shh, it's okay, baby.." The blonde boy assured me, lowly laughing. He got closer to me but I ignored him.

"W-who ARE you?" I barely made out words from my mouth because the most of the time, he was covering my mouth. He did that to ensure I wouldn't call for help or anything.

"Who are we? We happen to be the popular guys around here, obviously. Gotta admit, you're looking smoking hot... Now, let's do some introductions," the blond-haired boy declared. He glanced back and forth between me and his buddies, clearly reveling in the moment. Oh, Celestia, he was thoroughly enjoying this.

"I am John Tier, the leader of the group, The Chaos Boyz, hottie." He licked his lips. I got an ick.

"Come on, guys. Talk!" John demanded.

"I am Jerome Rolnex, one of the attractive guys. You are looking sexy. I can't wait to get my hands on those big melons and feel good," the guy with blue hair and black highlights remarked. His accent was distinct, and he fidgeted with his hands.

"That's what I'm talking about! Don't you worry, you will get a piece of her, real soon." John said, looking straight into my eyes. It sent shivers down my spine, causing goosebumps to rise as his words unsettled me.

I gulped my throat. I need help. These guys are going to rape me, aren't they?

"Darren Sawyer, also popular here, and damn baby, you've got SOME curves! We gonna have some fun, babe." The long black haired guy remarked with a sketchy tone, his pierced golden orbs were glistening.

I freed myself from John's hand covering my mouth by lifting my head upward.

"Um okay?! You guys are so gross, ew!! If you want to feel up girls, then go get some other girls. I am not available for you guys. Please back off, don't touch me!" I shouted angrily. John ignored me, he didn't even care about what I did or said. He just touched and rubbed my butt.

"No can do, babe. We like you. You are just too sexy, damn." Darren said as he got closer and started to feel me up.

Jerome joined in, once again covering my mouth, shattering any illusion of freedom. So much for that.. Meanwhile, Darren attempted to remove my clothes, while John persistently touched my buttocks.

Jerome's other hand trailed to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and marking my skin with desperate empty-filled hickeys. Meanwhile, John's other hand pressed firmly against the wall, causing a sharp ache in my pinned hands.

I could only watch in dismay, frozen and unable to intervene, as they did whatever they pleased to me

Darren took my shirt off, revealing my bra and he saw the shape of my boobs. I winced, pulling my body back. I don't want them to see my boobs, or to touch me.

They kept invading my personal space, and I felt helpless. No... No, please, somebody help! Applejack... I felt violated, overwhelmed by a sense of disgust. I suppressed any sounds that threatened to escape, fighting to maintain control.

I didn't want to and I won't. I refuse to give them that satisfaction. They were complete dirty bastards.

"Oh god yes, look at her shape, guys! Damn girl!" Darren said and licked his lips. He groped my boobs and rubbed them.

"Uh~!" A soft moan escaped my lips as they ceased their actions, their laughter filling the air.

"Ooo, you moaned? Good job." John said, "Keep it up or else." Jerome said.

"No!! I won't give you guys the satisfaction!! And that wasn't a moan, it was from pain. Which is an automatic reaction. And you guys, take your fucking hands off me. My body isn't available for you!!!!" I shouted.

"Bold stubborn one, I see." John chuckled and a cocky smirk was written on those guys face.

"Well, that's fun." He chuckled and delivered a sharp slap to my face, followed by a forceful kick to my stomach. I staggered, clutching my lips and wincing in pain as everything throbbed. He repeated the assault with another kick to my stomach, while the other guys subjected me to similar treatment

"That's what you get for talking back, you stupid bitch! Do what we said." I was suffering with the stinging mark I got from being slapped, and other sensations. There might be bruises showing up. How evil were those guys...?

As he inched closer to kiss me, Jerome and Darren firmly grasped my hands, immobilizing me.

"BACK OFF, ASS!!!" I shouted with anger.

"Oh, come on. I thought you liked us since you were beautiful after all. You are obviously likable to people? Plus, you basically let us touch you, haha!!" John stated.

"No!! I don't like any of you. I couldn't do anything! You guys were forcing my hands against the wall!! No, please somebody help me!!" I said, trying to shout for help.

As he leaned in for a kiss, I instinctively turned my face away, causing his lips to land on my cheek. I didn't want him to be my first kiss, so I redirected my gaze, refusing to yield to his advances.

"Stay still, you little bitch." His voice dripped with anger. The others forcefully gripped my wrists, their tight hold causing searing pain. I winced, knowing that the bruises would inevitably surface, visible evidence of the torment endured.

"S-stop please.. Just stop!" I tried to speak and breathed really heavily. I was in too much pain to say anything.

I heard loud footsteps approaching closer to this direction.

"What did she say?!! She said to BACK THE FUCK OFF, y'all BASTARDS!!!!" Someone shouted. It sounds exactly like Applejack. Finally..

"What did you just say?!" John's voice thundered as he sharply turned his head towards the source of the shout. Darren and Jerome growled in response, their attention momentarily diverted.

With their grip released, I finally regained the ability to move. I crawled closer to identify my rescuer, and to my relief, it was indeed Applejack.

My left arm throbbed with pain, clutching my seriously bruised right arm that I couldn't move. I struggled to catch my breath, then locked eyes with Applejack as she turned her head towards me, a comforting smile spreading across her face.

Her smile faded when she moved her sight on John and others.

I knew she would save me, I wanted her to. Honestly, I didn't know why I wanted her to.

I witnessed Applejack's fury as she unleashed a flurry of punches on the guy, landing blow after blow. His nose gushed blood, accompanied by numerous scratches covering his face. She didn't stop there; she swiftly incapacitated the other two assailants, leaving them with blood-stained faces and visible signs of their encounter. Once her task was complete, Applejack made her way towards me.

My body refused to cooperate, and I found myself lying on the ground, battered and beaten. A heavy fog clouded my mind, making it difficult to form coherent words. All I could do was fixate on Applejack's captivating emerald eyes, her beauty captivating me in this moment of vulnerability.

Your eyes...

"Hey, Rarity! Are you alright?!" Applejack's voice resonated with a mix of concern and anger as she cradled my head in her lap, supporting my body. I responded with a smile and a nod, assuring her of my well-being.

"No you are not, I'm bringing you to the nurse!!" She conclued.

"This is not over, COWGIRL!!!" John's voice echoed defiantly as he and his cronies groaned in pain, sprawled on the ground.

"Bring it on, if y'all dare! You've already lost anyway! I would do ANYTHING TO PROTECT THE ONES I LOVE!!!!" Applejack's voice brimmed with anger and determination, her cheeks reddening as she realized I had overheard her words.

"Also, fuck you motherf*ckers, get the fuck out of here before I seriously murder you. This isn't a joke." Applejack shot them a menacing glare as the guys made their hasty retreat.

My eyes widened in astonishment. Applejack loves me? She would protect me? Why do I feel such overwhelming happiness in this moment?

Applejack shifted her gaze back to me, her focus solely on my well-being. Ignoring the presence of those guys, she asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

With a determined smile, I mustered all my strength, no matter how limited, to try and move my hand. Slowly, I managed to reach out and gently touch Applejack's face.

"Your... eyes," I whispered weakly, a tear falling from my eyes, mingling with the smile on my face.

"Rarity?" Applejack's voice quivered with worry, her nervousness palpable.

I didn't want her to feel anxious.

"It's okay," I reassured her, my smile unwavering.

As my vision began to fade, darkness encroaching, I struggled to make out anything. My consciousness waned, everything becoming a hazy blur, and I felt drowsy as if in a fog. In the distance, I faintly heard a voice.

"Rarity?!"

"Rarity?!?!?!"

"Stay with me, Rarity!!!"

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