Rarity's POV:

I never even thought about liking a girl. Not in that way. I have lived my whole life believing I am straight but I really am beginning to question that now.... And it's all because of this one girl who I wouldn't have expected to even be friends with and who I didn't really like most of the time I knew her. She's a country girl, with messy hair and awful manners; just the kind of person I hate. Or thought I did. I never realised how you can start having feelings for someone just because of your inability to stop thinking about them and the way your heart leaps whenever you see them. I'd heard of others feeling this way, of course but I didn't realise it would be quite like this... I guess it's different for me though... She is a girl after all. One I find myself having more and more fantasies about; more and more thoughts of what her lips would feel like on mine. She's straight though, I know that for a fact, even if I'm different...she'd reject me, think it was weird. I don't even know what I'm thinking; it's surprising enough that we're friends, regardless of whether I want to be more.

Applejack's POV:

I'm just casually walking down the corridor like any other day when Rarity, the most beautiful girl in the school walks by and...smiles at me? I blush furiously and even if it is more subtly I'm sure she did the same. Could it be possible that she had feelings for me the way I did for her? No. That would never happen. I'm being stupid. She's just friendly, that's all, not a freak as I'm sure she'd think I was if she found out I was attracted to the opposite sex; meaning her of course. She is just so perfect, with her sapphire blue eyes and deep purple hair, in beautiful ringlets that always look flawless, no matter what. I just can't help it; I'm in love with her.
   That was several hours ago and by the time she unexpectedly joined me for lunch Rarity seemed to have forgotten all about our extremely short eye contact.
  "Hello darling," she says, sitting gracefully beside me. I know full well that's a term she uses for everyone but it makes me feel special, like it's directed at me personally and that maybe, just maybe, she'd one day say that the way I want her to.
  "Hey," I reply in my thick country accent so different from her own perfect English.
  "You know," she begins, eyeing my golden-yellow hair which I realise must look extremely messy next to her own luscious purple locks, "I was wondering if you would care to come round after school for a... Makeover?" I nod, trying to pretend I wasn't having what felt like a heart attack and wanting to scream in delight. I know she just means it in friendship but to me it feels like more.

Rarity's POV:

I cannot believe I just asked her that! It almost feels like a date! I known it is it but... I wish it was and, well, she's coming to my house! Gosh, what if I get to kiss her, I, I.... No I must gets hold of myself! She just thinks I'm a friend, nothing more.
After what seems like hours, the school bell rings signifying the end of the day and I practically leap out of my seat and rush to find Applejack.
"There you are!" I squeal excitedly as I finally find her, waiting for me just outside the school gates, "I can't wait! This is going to be so much fun!"
"Yeah," she replies in her accent that frequently makes my heart melt, and grind, showing the pearly white teeth I want close to my own. I grab her by the arm, wishing it could be her hand and pull her into my mothers pristine white car.
"Hello mother," I call, "Meet my friend Applejack, she's from the country!" I say the last part rather too excitedly and I receive a disapproving glance from her as she (quite coldly) greets my secret crush.
When we finally arrive at my house I race upstairs, wanting to show Applejack my room, which in a way made me nervous. She is right on my heels and I'm sure she gasps as I throw open the diamond patterned double doors to my room.

Applejack's POV:

I feel like I'm in some sort of heaven! Her room is just as perfect as she is and with the same colour scheme of purple, white and the occasional splash of sky-blue. I suck in a sharp breath and smile, feeling heat rush into my cheeks as I Step over the threshold, entering her room.
We talk for an age and laugh and it feels so good as she runs a brush through my hair and applies make up to my face. I try on an outfit of hers as well and when I'm finished she tells me how beautiful I look and I know for sure my face has gone red.
"Thanks, Rare," I say using my nickname for her, " But I can never be as beautiful as you." Her face becomes a similar shade to mine as she smiles, sitting down - really quite close - to my left.
"Thanks, darling," she says and I feel as though this time she is being personal and before I know it we're kissing. Softly at first but as we realise the other won't pull away we kiss harder and I feel happier than I ever have before. She turns her body ever so slightly, sitting next to me on her bed, and kisses me even harder, pulling me close. I put my hand on the back of her neck and she tangles hers in my newly brushed hair, kissing me all the while.

Rarity's POV:

This would feel like I'm dreaming if it wasn't so blatantly real. I have Applejack's mouth on mine the way I've always wanted and her body pulled close to mine, our chests only inches apart. Murmuring her name against her lips, I slide my hands down her back and place them low on her hips. In response she gently slides a hand under my top and moves closer, now almost sitting on my lap. I drop my hands ever so slightly lower and look deep into her emerald eyes, seeing that she understands. She very carefully removes my lilac top as I unbuckle her jeans, never moving my mouth away from hers.

Applejack's POV:

I wake up in an unfamiliar place which I suddenly realise is Rarity's bedroom, Rarity who is laying right beside me, both of us in her king sized bed. Looking over to my left and seeing her I See that she - and also myself - is wearing nothing at all. Last nights events come rushing back and I remember us kissing frantically and eventually removing each other's clothes. I smile at the memories, then lean over and brush a strand of amethyst coloured hair away from Rarity's (can I call her my girlfriend now? Is it even an official thing?) face, waking her up in the process.
"Morning sugarcube," I say with a smile.
"Morning," she replies gently kissing me, "Oh no. What will my parents say...?"
I hadn't thought of that. I open my mouth to reply but am cut off by rarity kissing me again.
"You know what?" She says, "I don't care. I love who I love. They aren't going to change that, whatever they do." I blush. She, she loves me?
"Yeah," I agree, "Ya love who ya love."