A/N: Wow. Two favorites, two review, and a story alert. Not bad for a 600 word first chapter. Chapter two is here now. Read and review! Criticism welcome!

The back door to the boutique had a old path near it. It was overgrown with weeds, and it didn't seem to have seen much uses over the years. Upon closer inspection, however, it became clear that the path had been used recently. Quite a bit, in fact. Why? Simple: the path went from the boutique and ended just outside of a certain barn in Sweet Apple Acres. It was down that Rarity was rushing, hoping to open up her shop in time. She was still flustered and embarrassed over her encounter with Applejack. They knew each other mostly from the group, but they weren't particularly close or anything. The other four of the group would be finding out soon. Twilight would agree with Applejack that brothers are off-limits. Rainbow Dash had always believed Rarity was a slut, and this would confirm her suspicions. Fluttershy wouldn't take a side. Which side Pinkie Pie took could, for all intents and purposes, depend on what she had for breakfast that morning.

Rarity's mind was running through all the possible scenarios as she unlocked the back door. Flicking on the lights, she looked around for her cat, Opal. The snow white Persian was lounging on top of a dresser, using imported silks as a bed. Her only reaction to her master's arrival was a slight lift of her head before going back to sleep. Rarity deposited her crumpled and stained clothes into the washing machine before throwing on an old pink bathrobe and shuffling into the kitchen. Her morning then began to return to a familiar routine: feed the cat, brew some coffee, grab the paper. The boutique opened a promptly 8:30, an hour later than usual.

Worth it, she though with a small smile.

Twilight's house/Ponyville City Library

"Let's see... 956.2... 956.3... aha! 956.4!"

Twilight pulled out a huge book, staggering under its in gold letters on its dusty was the title: The History of Olde Equestria. Spike was in Canterlot on business, and Twilight was looking forward to closing down the library and spending an entire day curled up with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate. As she was sitting down, however, a bell sounded. Someone was at the door. Twilight sighed as she stood and prepared to give her visitor a polite version of GTFO.

"I'm sorry, but the library is closed toda-oh, hi, Applejack!"

Twilight's friend was standing on the library's doorstep, looking nothing short of miserable.

"Hey, Twi. Can ah talk t' you fer a bit?"

"Sure, no problem, come in."

As she shut the door behind her, Twilight realized just how bad her friend looked. The farmer girl was on the verge of tears, something that she had never seen before. Twilight was worried.

"Go ahead and have a seat," Twilight said, indicating a pair of reading chairs, "You want any hot chocolate?"

"S-sure."

By the time Twilight returned with two steaming mugs, she was really concerned about her friend.

"So what's the problem?"

That straw broke the camel's back. Applejack burst into tears, a rare sight indeed.

"I-i-it's B-big Mac! Ah caught him'n'Rarity in bed this mornin!"

The librarian was shocked. Rarity? The fashionista who couldn't tell an apple tree from a rose bush?

"Our Rarity? The seamstress"

"Do you know any other Rarity?"

"Well, did you catch them... well... in the act?"

"No, like ah said, it was this mornin'. But ah KNOW they did it. What's worse, ah think they've been doin' it for weeks! Big Mac's been askin' for more time off, an-an' spendin' more in th' barn... an...an..."

Applejack's sadness became anger.

"They were doin' it BEHIND MAH BACK! APPARENTLY, AH WASN'T IMPORTANT ENUFF FER THEM TA TELL ME!"

Twilight was about to respond logically when she paused. What if, say, Pinkie Pie had been sleeping with Shining Armor and hadn't told her? Her blood began to boil.

"You are absolutely right. I'm going to go over to Rarity's right now and give that little slut a PIECE OF MY MIND!"

Applejack stood up, her eyes burning with rage.

"And ah'm goin' with ya!"

The two friends marched out the door and didn't stop until they found themselves at the doorstep of the Carousel Boutique.

"RARITY!" Twilight yelled, pounding at the door, "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"

The slim seamstress poked her head out from behind a door.

"T-the shop is closed!"

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT! NOW!"

Rarity had no choice but to shuffle forward and unlock the door. Both Applejack and Twilight forced their way in.

"Uh-I suppose that you heard about Big ma-"

"OF COURSE I HEARD ABOUT BIG MAC! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, RARITY? HE IS YOUR FRIEND'S BROTHER!"

Rarity snapped back, "And he also happens to be a fully grown man who can make his own choices."

"How did you meet him, anyway? Ah don't remember you two seein' each other a lot."

FLASHBACK

One month ago

Where does this trail go?

Rarity had discovered this trail behind her shop while chasing after Opal. The cat was now back in the house, but Rarity was on the trail. She had been following for about fifteen minutes when the trail finally ended. It was right outside of a barn.

Is this Sweet Apple Acres?

Rarity could hear someone grunting inside the barn. She snuck up to the barn door and peeked inside. A tall, muscular man way putting up bales of hay with his back to the door. He turned around, and Rarity couldn't help but gasp: standing before her was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. With just a straw hat, work gloves, faded jeans, and a sweat-soaked A-shirt (also known as a wife beater) on, he was the opposite of high fashion. But there was something... just attractive about him. His half closed eyes radiated a sense of calm, and a stalk of wheat dangling from his lips gave him an almost rustic charm. He paused for a bit, and Rrity thought she had been discovered. Instead, he simply peeled off the soaking shirt and threw it into the back of a nearby cart before moving to a well in the back of the barn. At the sight of his shirtless body, Rarity lost all self-control and silently followed him.

The cold well water felt a like a godsend as it poured down his throat. Big Mac set down his cup and sighed happily. He heard an odd rustling noise behind him. Setting down his cup and replacing his trademark stalk of wheat, he turned around and saw a beautiful lady walking towards him. He'd seen her once or twice before. What was her name? Rural? Raral? Rarity? That was it. Rarity.

"Hello, Miss Rarity. What're you doin' here?"

"Oh, uh, er, I was just, um, going to see, uh, Applejack. Yeah, Applejack."

Big Mac raised a single eyebrow.

"That's funny. She just went into town lookin' for ya. Is.. something wrong, ma'am?"

Rarity's patience wore out.

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me."

Clamping her hands on the side of his tanned face, she pulled him in for a kiss. His eyes shot open like window blinds, the straw dropped out of his mouth, and his heart skipped a beat. After recovering from the initial shock, he began to kiss back with a passion he usually reserved for allegations of cheating in his weekly poker game. After a while, Rarity broke the kiss. Big Mac leaned back onto the well, a small smile giving an expression of drowsy contentment. Rarity coughed nervously, tucking an errant strand of purple hair behind her ear.

"That was rather, um, forward of me."

"Eeeyup."

"So... uh... would you like to visit me at the boutique later this evening? Sweetie Belle is going to be at a sleepover..."

"Eeeyup."

"Great! let me show you the path..."

Present Day

Twilight cut into Rarity's memory.

"That's not important. What IS important is that you DIDN'T TELL APPLEJACK!"

"She would never have approved. Never."

"Y'all think that maybe there's a REASON for that?"

The shouting was so loud none of the three heard the small tinkle of the door's bell.

"What's going on here?

Fluttershy's voice cut through the chaos like a hot chainsaw through butter zombies. Three pairs of eyes focused on the veterinarian, holding a torn sweater in one hand and a horrified expression.

"Well... um.. er..."

"WHAT'S GOIN' ON IS THAT THIS WHORE'S BEEN SLEEPIN WITH MAH BROTHER!"

Fluttershy's gaze settled on Rarity.

"You... and... Big Mac?"

Her response was an almost imperceptible nod. Completely contrary to anyone's expectations, Fluttershy broke into a huge smile and threw her arms around Rarity's neck.

"Oh, you two are so cute together! I always knew he had an eye for you."

Twilight recovered the fastest.

"Uh... Flutter? You do realize that she didn't ask Applejack if it was OK, right?"

"Oh, of course. Applejack wouldn't even allow Celestia to date Big Mac. It had to be done in secret. And now, we're all on the same page!"

Applejack realized the truth in that statement.

"Well... if he's into you as well... ah 'spose ah'm alright with it..."

"Really? Thank you."

"Jus'... don't keep secrets from me like that no more, 'kay?"

"Okay."

The four feel to chatting and gossiping, until once again their discussion was interrupted by someone entering the boutique.

"Am ah interruptin' somethin?

Big Mac's frame took up most of the doorway, but two small girls managed to squeeze through his legs and explode into the room. The blur that was Sweetie Belle came to stop in front of her older sister and began bouncing up and down.

"Can Applebloom stay the night? Big Mac said she could. Can she? Please? Pleeeeeeease?"

Rarity couldn't help but laugh as she bent down and gave her sister a hug.

"That's fine with me, sweetie. Just stay out of my workroom, okay?"

"Sure!"

Two blurs exited to the room and bolted upstairs. All the adults were left laughing.

"Well, Spike will be getting back soon."

"Ah 'spose someone needs to take a' Granny Smith."

"All the animals need to be feed."

The three of them walked out. Applejack hung back a bit and and approached her brother.

"Stay safe, y' hear?" she said with a meaningful glance and a handshake before saying goodbye to Rarity and taking leave.

"So... Sweetie Belle and Applebloom can't hear us down here. And... my work room is off-limits..." she said with a seductive smile. "Follow me."

More than glad to obey, Big Mac smiled a bit as he began to unwrap the condom his sister had slipped him.

A/N: There! HA! IT'S LONGER! Read and review!