Rat's Saucy Nest

So, TAW wrote this as a gift for me after the mistletoe picture.

Thank you again, TAW! I really like it. <3 And you’re so very fast at writing. Also thanks for being my friend and all that sappy stuff. I hope you enjoy your Hearth’s Warming Eve.

• >Rainbow Dash
• >Skiing and not Snowboarding
• >Likes looking at snowflakes

Very short but cute Appledash fic after the cut.

A very Appledash Christmas
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Flakes of snow fluttered through the air, twirling in the wind. Most landed among their siblings, spread across the landscape like a blanket. Some were less fortunate, and drifted into a lake or river, to melt alone and unseen. Fewer still were lucky enough to land against a window pane, where they could be admired standalone, for their own innate beauty.

“Hey, AJ, look at this one!” Rainbow Dash pressed her snout into the window, immediately misting it up with the heat of her breath. The bobble of her hearth’s warming hat swung around and struck the side of her muzzle. “Horseapples,” she swore under her breath, rubbing the glass with a hoof until it gave an impression of being clean.

It was for naught, however, as Applejack remained perfectly still. “I ain’t looking at another darn snowflake, Rainbow, y'all’ve shown me plenty.”

Dash looked back, catching Applejack in her gaze. She remained lying on the wooden floorboards of the small wooden cabin, near the quietly roaring fireplace. The flames flickered and cast wobbling shadows across her face, highlighting the way her unrestrained mane fell across her face.

“You look good like that.” Dash brushed her own mane away from her eyes. “I told you, if I don’t need a clip to look good, you sure don’t.” Her eyes flicked across the rest of the room, taking in the sparse but cozy house. “Sparse” meaning “unfurnished”, and “cozy” meaning small.

“Your compliments ain’t gonna get me up, Dash. They all look the same.” Applejack motioned with her hoof for Dash to come forward. “C'mon, Dash, even this here fire is cold. I think we deserve a rest after today.”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and stepped away from the window. Her weathermare’s eyes gave the snowflake one last glance, tracing the unique perfection, and then tore away to settle on Applejack’s flank. A rather more appealing perfection. Dash grinned. “Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t ski! I’m pretty sure I broke the snow-speed record.”

“Ain’t fair on the fillies and colts if you use your wings, Dash.”

The pegasus pouted. “They should have gotten out of the way. It’s not my fault they can’t steer.” She walked over to the fireplace and sat down beside Applejack. “A pity they wanted a snowstorm tonight. I was looking to get back out there.”

Applejack coughed.

Dash looked at her. “You feeling okay? I can get you a bla-” Dash realised just how “sparse” their cabin was. “Uh, I can…”

Applejack snorted, pulling herself along the floor with her forehooves. “Pinkie was right about one thing, ‘Dashie’,” Applejack said, “ya’ll’re just awful at being romantic.”

“Hey, am not! I bet I could break the romance speed record in no time!” Dash frowned and scuttled away from Applejack’s approach.

“Come on, then. It’s just me and you, on a date, and nobody around for miles to disturb us.” Applejack wiggled her eyebrows. “I got a few surprises in my suitcase.”

Dash squeaked. “H- hey, this isn’t a date! This is awesome snowgliding time!” She spread her wings and showed them off.

Apple sighed. She coiled her hindlegs up, then pounced and pinned Dash to the floor. “This is a date, you featherbrained-”

Dash giggled. “Gotcha. This is an awesome snowgliding date.”

Applejack shook her head. “Sometimes I don’t know what I see in you, Rainbow. When Pinkie suggested a winter retreat, I was hoping for more retreat and less flying about causing avalanches.”

“Hey, I stopped it, too!” Dash winced. Sonic Rainbooms immediately above mountaintops were bad ideas. “And I guess we can slow down, if I’m going too fast for you.”

Applejack growled. “You just wait there.” She stood up and trotted into the one other room–which was equally bare, sporting only a bed and their suitcases–before closing the door. Dash rolled her eyes and walked back over to the window to watch the snow fall down. She’d designed a few snowflakes in her time, and she wanted to see how many were still in production.

After a few minutes, Applejack returned. Dash turned to glance towards her, to beckon her to look upon another flake–a four pronged pattern she’d developed while still at cloud college–but that glance turned into a look, and then a stare. She may have begun drooling at some point.

“Like what you see, Dash?” Applejack rolled over, revealing herself. Her hindlegs were wrapped in thin red stockings, ending just a little before the end. More teasingly, her crotch was hidden behind a layer of panties.

Dash blushed, then nodded silently.

A piece of mistletoe found its way into Applejack’s hoof; she hovered it above the underwear. “You know, it’s traditional to kiss under the mistletoe on hearth’s warming eve.”