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Friday — 6:32 PM
Applejack's POV
After a long day at school, I decided to make a quick stop at Wendy's, my favorite place to unwind and relax. Spending hours there, lost in a state of tranquility, has become a cherished pastime.
Once I finally arrived home, I headed straight up to my room, bidding goodbye to Granny, my older brother, and my younger sister as they left the house. Left alone in the quiet, I felt a surge of excitement.
I contemplated changing my clothes, wanting to surprise Rarity with something special. Although dresses weren't my usual preference, I rummaged through my family's old belongings and miraculously found a girly girl dress that still fit perfectly. It was a knee-length black dress with a tasteful V-neck design, exuding a touch of elegance. A sly smirk graced my lips as I acknowledged this unexpected outcome.
As I slipped into the dress, I let my hair cascade freely down my shoulders, accentuating the overall look. Adding a black headband adorned with delicate diamonds, I felt a surge of confidence. To complete the ensemble, I opted for a pair of sleek black boots, a nod to my cowgirl roots.
Considering the idea of applying makeup, I hesitated. Personally, I never cared for it and preferred a more natural appearance. With a firm decision, I set aside the notion, content with my own bare face.
Feeling a sense of readiness and excitement, I eagerly texted Rarity, letting her know that I was prepared for our special night. Anticipation coursed through me as I eagerly awaited our time together.
Rares ♥
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Hiya there!
R: Hey, Applejack!
So... are you gonna come over here.. or do I come to yours?
R: Hmm... Would ur home be acceptable?
Yeah, my family are all out. You can come over here if u prefer.
R: Okay, I'm coming. I will be there in five, wait for me AJ. 😊
Okay, please be safe but hurry up. I want some of you. ;)
R: Conversation ending right now, Jackie! 😳
🤣 Don't be late though!
R: Haha, I won't be, promise! Now bye!! Maybe fashionably late though! Jk!
Lol, alright! Can't wait! See you soon!! D:
R: Same goes to you, darling! Mwahh! 💋
Read // 6:53 PM
Rarity's really coming over here!
I placed my phone on the nightstand and prepared to rise from my seat, a faint ringing sound caught my attention, causing me to pause. Intrigued, I retraced my steps and returned to my phone to investigate the source of the sound.
Rainbow Dashhh 🌈 ⚡️
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RD: AJ, heyo!
Hiya! Sup, Dash?
RD: Nm. Just annoying the hell out of Shy lmao 😂. Is Rarity going over there?
Lmao ofc, sounds fun!!! SO ur routine everyday with Flutters. And, yeah she is. I'll be busy soon.
RD: Haha... That's good that you like her, and you have somebody else to get to know..... Ever since what had happened before...
yeah..... I know. I thought I told ya to not talk about it ever again, Rainbow.
RD: I know. You have to admit, it's good that you finally have somebody trustable on your side. Now, don't mess it up, cowgirl.
I won't, Dash. I won't.
RD: Just be careful, and make sure she is worth it and loyal to you. Who knows she might be lying like before with you-know-who.
Nah, I got it covered. I trust her, Dash. I really do. I like her so much.
RD: okay well then....
RD: Have funnnnn!!!!! :D 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
Oh shut it, tis conversation ending 🙅!!
RD: Hey, hold on, before you get real busy, wanna hit up 🍃 later?
Umm, lemme think about it. I'll tell ya the answer later.
RD: Okay np bye, cowgirl!
Read// 7:05 PM
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With a playful giggle, I mimicked Rarity's dramatic expression, adding my own touch to her signature "Conversation ending" line. But in that fleeting moment, a pang of nostalgia crept over me, causing a flicker of sadness to cloud my features. I swiftly donned a frown, banishing the brief glimpse into my past as thoughts of Rarity flooded my mind. Her radiant image emerged, a beacon of light that effortlessly dispelled the shadows within me. She was my solace, my guiding star through all uncertainties.
A warm smile curved my lips as I set the phone aside, my gaze lingering on Rarity's ethereal presence. With purposeful grace, I rose from my seat, tending to the meticulous task of tidying and arranging the room. Each item found its rightful place as I lit candles, their flickering glow casting a tranquil ambiance. This attention to detail was an inherent trait, passed down through generations—an Apple thing, rooted in our pursuit of harmony and order.
The harmonious atmosphere was interrupted by the melodious chime of the doorbell, resonating with anticipation. "Ah, it's Rares, hehe," I murmured, my voice laced with a touch of amusement, as I made my way to the door.
"Hey Applejack, it's me, Rares. Could you please open the door?" Rarity's voice beckoned from the other side, infused with a blend of familiarity and curiosity.
Finally reaching the door, I grasped its handle, pausing for an instant to strike a sassy pose—a departure from my usual demeanor. It was a gesture I had never bestowed upon anyone before, making this moment all the more significant. Rarity stood before me, her expression frozen in awe, a testament to the unexpected nature of my grand entrance. I knew she would be taken aback by this audacious display.
Rarity adorned herself in an alluring purple dress, its hemline daringly short, grazing just above her knees. A twinge of jealousy pricked my heart, for I desired to keep her captivating allure solely for my eyes. The dress was complemented by a delicate white headband, nestled amidst her flowing locks, and long white boots that caressed her legs with elegance. My possessive instincts stirred—a silent declaration that she belonged to me, and me alone.
I couldn't bear the thought of others being drawn to her irresistible charm. She was a vision of beauty, an embodiment of grace that captivated every gaze fortunate enough to behold her.
Every fiber of my being acknowledged her ethereal beauty—a sight to cherish, veiled in the depths of my soul.
Rarity's POV
I arrived at Applejack's picturesque farmhouse, marveling at its rustic charm. As I knocked on the door, it swung open, revealing a breathtaking sight—Applejack, exuding an undeniable allure that stirred a surge of desire within me. It was an unexpected reaction, a strange fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach. Anticipation coursed through my veins; tonight held the promise of something extraordinary. Her choice of attire took me aback, for she had always expressed a distaste for dresses. I couldn't help but wonder if she had deliberately chosen this seductive ensemble to captivate me.
If so, her efforts were undeniably successful.
"Come in!" she beckoned, her voice filled with invitation. Stepping over the threshold, I entered her abode, and she closed the door behind us.
The interior of the house was a testament to cozy charm. The spacious living room exuded a welcoming ambiance, while the compact yet efficient kitchen exuded a sense of comfort and functionality. I found myself enamored with the place—the perfect balance of comfort and old-fashioned allure. The scent of apples permeated the air, a delightful fragrance that reminded me of Applejack herself. Her own distinct scent, infused with the essence of apples, was even more potent, permanently etched in my memory.
The scent of her skin lingering on her shirt as I embraced her, a memory forever cherished. She smelled so intoxicatingly good.
This quaint country house was a realization of one of my cherished dreams, alongside a couple others.
"Let's go to my room," she suggested, gripping my wrist and using her free arm to cover my eyes.
"Why are you covering my eyes, darling?" I inquired, my confusion evident.
"It's a surprise!"
Giggling, I followed Applejack's lead, allowing her to guide me.
"Surprise, my sugarcube!" she exclaimed, releasing her hold on my eyes.
I opened them, and my eyes widened in astonishment. The room was adorned with candles, and I deduced it to be Applejack's personal sanctuary, as her scent enveloped the space, her clothes and boots neatly arranged. A soft melody filled the air—a song that spoke of me and true love. Had Applejack orchestrated all of this?
Overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled up in my eyes. Applejack's gestures left me in awe; no one had ever done something so grand for me. I couldn't contain my overwhelming gratitude for her presence in my life.
"Oh, Jackie, I'm so—" I began to speak, but my words were cut short as Applejack pressed me against her chest, enveloping me in a comforting embrace. She gently wiped away my tears.
"Hush," she whispered, "Let's cherish this moment."
I nodded, holding her tightly, burying my head in the warmth of her embrace. Her scent enveloped me, a balm to my soul. In that moment, I yearned for this connection to endure forever.
Reluctantly, she released me from the embrace, and with a swift motion, I pulled her towards the bed, both of us settling down side by side.
"Applejack?" I called out, seeking her undivided attention.
"Yes?" she responded, our eyes locked in an intimate gaze.
"When we first met, why were you mute?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued by her initial silence.
"..............................."
"Please, tell me. Even if it involves a painful past. I promise I won't judge you, Applejack," I said, my expression filled with empathy. She regarded me silently, and I let out a sigh.
"Do you trust me?" I questioned, seeking reassurance.
"Of course," she replied, her answer accompanied by an unmistakable look of certainty.
"Then you know I won't judge you. I will listen, Applejack."
"Okay... I trust ya," she finally uttered, a heavy sigh escaping her lips.
"But if you truly don't want to share, that's okay too. No pressure whatsoever. I understand if it's not something you're ready to discuss. I was simply concerned... It's—" I spoke, but was abruptly silenced as she kissed me, and I reciprocated with equal fervor. We remained locked in that intimate embrace for a few precious minutes, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.
As Applejack pulled away, a radiant smile adorned her blushing face. Her hand gently cupped my chin before settling back onto her lap. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of vulnerability and trust. It was the kind of smile that spoke volumes—a smile that conveyed the comfort of having someone by your side.
"It's okay. I trust you, Rarity," she said, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. I reciprocated her trust by placing my hand on top of hers, which rested gently on her lap. Our connection felt palpable as we exchanged smiles, understanding the significance of this moment.
As Applejack pulled away, a radiant smile adorned her blushing face. Her hand gently cupped my chin before settling back onto her lap. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of vulnerability and trust. It was the kind of smile that spoke volumes—a smile that conveyed the comfort of having someone by your side.
"It's okay. I trust you, Rarity," she said, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. I reciprocated her trust by placing my hand on top of hers, which rested gently on her lap. Our connection felt palpable as we exchanged smiles, understanding the significance of this moment.
"Okay... So," she began, gathering her thoughts.
"Two and a half years ago, I attended a different school. I had a childhood best friend named Rara. We were inseparable and eventually realized our mutual feelings, embarking on a romantic relationship."
"But things took an unexpected turn. Rara transformed into a cruel and manipulative person. She became a bully, tormenting and abusing me relentlessly. It was as if she used our relationship to gain popularity, treating me as a means to an end. I endured immense pain behind a facade of smiles, afraid to break free from her grasp. She didn't resemble the Rara I once knew. Not only did she hurt me, but she also targeted my dear friends, including Rainbow Dash and others who attended the same school.
Eventually, I mustered the courage to end the relationship. I couldn't trust her anymore, not after witnessing the pain she inflicted on me and my friends. She tried to win me back, but I firmly declined. I decided to move away, yearning for a fresh start where I wouldn't have to face her again. She was no longer my first love; she had become a stranger—a person consumed by her own issues.
But there's more... Rara's actions led my father to..." Applejack's face contorted with a frown, and she paused for a moment before continuing.
"To... murder my mother. I was aware of everything, as I witnessed it firsthand. Rara, fueled by her resentment after our breakup, manipulated my father into seeking revenge against me. She twisted his emotions, convincing him that killing my mother would hurt me deeply. It was a shockingly cruel act, driven by her desire to inflict pain on me. However, my father had his own reasons as well. Their constant arguments, fueled by his lack of love for our family, led him to commit this heinous act.
He subjected me, my sister, and even my older brother to abuse. I was just thirteen when I saw my mother's life stolen before my own eyes. The trauma left me speechless, drowning in sorrow. Love became a source of fear, and my hatred for both Rara and my father burned with an intense passion. If I ever laid eyes on my father again, I'd be willing to do anything to bring him to justice. He vanished into the unknown soon after the police discovered my mother's lifeless body. It was my grandmother who called the authorities while visiting us, stumbling upon the horrifying scene.
I had to conceal the truth, shielding my siblings from the shattered reality. They are aware of our father's strictness, his grumpiness, and the abuse he inflicted. However, I couldn't bring myself to burden them with the knowledge of his ultimate act—the murder of our mother. They believe our mother's passing was due to suicide, thinking our father simply needed time to heal. It was a heavy responsibility I took upon myself, maintaining the front to safeguard my siblings' futures and protect them from the devastating truth. My siblings carry the weight of our tumultuous family life, but the full extent of our father's darkness remains hidden from them..
But meeting you, Rarity, helped me overcome my fear of love."
"W-Wow... Oh my goodness, Applejack, I am profoundly sorry. Truly, I am," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. The weight of Applejack's past, the burdens she carried alone, struck me deeply. She had endured an unimaginable ordeal—watching her own mother's murder, concealing the truth from her siblings, and bearing the weight of her father's atrocities. My heart ached for her.
A gasp escaped my lips as tears streamed down my cheeks, a profound sadness overwhelming me. Applejack's voice offered a fragile reassurance, "It's okay.... At least my mother is in a good place."
Nodding, I sought further understanding. "Where are your father and Rara now?" I inquired, my concern evident in my voice.
Her gaze turned distant, filled with a mix of anger and sorrow. "I didn't get to know. He vanished without a trace, leaving no clues behind. To be honest, I couldn't bring myself to care about him. Let him be condemned to his own personal hell," she declared bitterly. "As for Rara... her whereabouts remained unknown, but my indifference toward her grew. I had no desire to ever lay eyes on her again."
My eyes widened as I took in her words, witnessing a solitary tear escape her eye—a poignant symbol of the profound pain she carried within. It struck me deeply, the weight of my actions and their impact on her.
Gently, I reached out and cupped her cheeks, offering solace through my touch. "Applejack, you're here with me now. We've arrived in the future. Let's focus on the present, on what lies ahead. Your mother has found peace and resides in a safe haven. Find happiness, regain your cheer, and know that your mother would be immensely proud of the remarkable daughter you are," I expressed sincerely.
Furthermore, I asserted, "As for your father, he was an abhorrent, despicable figure, undeserving of the title. But Applejack, couldn't you have turned to the authorities instead of concealing it all? Your friends were witnesses, ready to provide evidence and support. Release yourself from the burden of Rara and your father. They don't deserve a single ounce of your attention."
Her response held vulnerability and conviction intertwined. "I didn't believe I could entrust the police... Revealing the truth would have unleashed unimaginable chaos from my father. I couldn't bear the thought of my siblings being shattered by the consequences. Trust me, the outcome would have been far from favorable," she confided, her frown deepening as fresh tears streamed down her face.
Offering reassurance, I assured her, my hands cradling her cheeks, "It's alright. That chapter is behind you now. They hold no power over you anymore because I am right here, by your side."
A fragile smile graced her lips, and together, we made the decision to change the subject, determined to lighten the weight of our sorrows. Laughter resonated through the room as we playfully teased and nudged each other, basking in the joy of the present moment.
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