Saturday morning had arrived, heralding the highly anticipated sleepover day. With the school closed on Monday, the girls were thrilled to have two whole days to spend together.
Rarity's POV
As the warm sun gently filtered through the window, I slowly emerged from my slumber, finding myself comfortably nestled in bed next to Applejack, who was still lost in her peaceful sleep. Stretching sluggishly, I reached for my phone on the nightstand to check the time. The glowing screen revealed that it was 9:24 am, and the sleepover party wouldn't commence for another three and a half hours.
Turning my body towards Applejack, I admired her slumbering form, taking in the delicate beauty of her face adorned with freckles. The previous day had been nothing short of extraordinary, making it the best day of my life thus far.
Careful not to disturb Applejack's rest, I gracefully slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. Stepping into the small room adjacent to the bed, I confirmed my assumption that it was indeed the bathroom. Thank goodness, it wasn't the wrong one!
Opening my eyes to the mirror, I let out a soft groan, realizing I hadn't fully awakened and had neglected to bring my toothbrush and personal belongings. However, a pack of "Applejack's extra toothbrushes" caught my eye, providing the solution to my predicament. Selecting a vibrant purple toothbrush, I diligently brushed my teeth, all the while silently contemplating my reflection.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Applejack's POV
Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the tranquil ambiance, jolting me awake. I sat up abruptly, trying to make sense of the situation, only to find Rarity standing in my bathroom. The door had been left ajar, revealing the source of the scream. Rarity's fury was palpable, accusing me of being a pervert, though I couldn't fathom why.
"What's wrong?" I muttered groggily, my confusion evident. Who was the real pervert here?
"This!" Rarity exclaimed, storming out of the bathroom to confront me. As my gaze fell upon Rarity's body, my eyes widened in surprise. Over fifteen visible hickeys adorned Rarity's skin, igniting an understanding of the situation in me.
"Uh, yeah, that's quite a lot..." I responded, my hand reaching instinctively to scratch the back of my head, a telltale sign of nervousness.
"A lot? This is an overabundance!" Rarity retorted, pointing to herself, her voice filled with frustration. She just couldn't believe it.
"Rares, 'overabundance' isn't a word," I deadpanned, meeting Rarity's anger with a straightforward look.
"Ugh, it's not fair! You get to leave hickeys on me, and I didn't get to do the same to you," Rarity grumbled, drawing closer to grip my collar tightly.
With a mix of determination and desire, Rarity pressed her lips against mine, initiating a passionate kiss. The sensation was exquisite, and it was impossible to not react. It seemed that Rarity had forgotten she was the one who had initiated something else the night before. She bit onto my bottom lip lightly.
"Ahhhhh, fuck, Rares!" I moaned uncontrollably.
"Heh! You see, Applejack? I'm quite skilled at this," Rarity gloated, a mischievous giggle escaping her lips. She continued to kiss Applejack fervently, but after a few moments, Applejack pulled away, her mind racing.
"But, just so you know, you did way more than that last night," I confessed, causing Rarity to give me a confused look, her eyes searching for an explanation.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I turned around, baring my back, which bore the marks of our passionate encounter—scratches and claw marks etched into my skin. It was evident that our intense night together had left its mark, both physically and emotionally.
"Oh my Celestia, Jackie, I'm so terribly sorry!" Rarity exclaimed, her arms enveloping me in a comforting embrace from behind, her own body pressing against my back. Just like the hug outside from our walk home together..
"No, no, it's fine... It didn't hurt at all," I reassured her, a gentle chuckle escaping my lips. A faint blush colored my cheeks as I couldn't help but be captivated by Rarity's adorable reaction.
"Oh, oh... I see..." Rarity responded, releasing her hold on Applejack, a hint of disappointment mingling with her remorse; she was hoping that was the truth.
"Oh, darn it. I didn't want to admit that it felt good," Applejack mumbled, her voice barely audible.
Rarity chuckled playfully and gave me a shove, causing me to stumble out of bed.
"Time for breakfast, and then we need to be ready for the sleepover," Rarity announced, her tone filled with renewed enthusiasm.
I mumbled in agreement, knowing I needed to pack. Glancing towards the other side of the bed, there spotted a suitcase, evidence of Rarity's meticulous preparations. I realized that Rarity had already taken care of packing for me while I slept. It seemed as that Rarity's energy knew no bounds, likely fueled by the events of the previous night. There were so many reminders as I chuckled at the thought.
"Oh, and Jackie, I've packed your clothes in the suitcase already, so you don't have to worry about that. I've even chosen an outfit for you, which I placed on the top of the drawer. Fa-la-la-la-la," Rarity informed her, an air of triumph lacing her words.
Shaking my head in amusement, I proceeded to don the clothes Rarity had selected for me—a purple tank top and white shorts. The shorts were undeniably short, prompting my mind to wander briefly to the possibility of Rarity wearing such an outfit. The thought made me slightly uneasy, as I couldn't help but consider the attention Rarity might attract from others. The last thing I wanted was for anything untoward to happen.
Time skipped ahead as Rarity finished selecting her own clothes and we both made our way to the car, preparing to head to Pinkie Pie's house to regroup with the rest of the girls.
Rarity and I had finally arrived and found our way to Pinkie's room. Uncertainty crept into my mind as I observed Pinkie's mischievous grin among the girls.
"Welcome to the party, comers!" Pinkie Pie cackled, her voice tinged with an air of mystery. I exchanged a puzzled glance with Rarity, our curiosity piqued by Pinkie's cryptic statement.
"What in tarnation is she planning?" I wondered silently as I peered at Pinkie back.
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