Bliss in Darkness

Foreword/Warning. The following was written by request. THAT_1GUY89, if you could stand up and... Hey! Put your pants back on! Ok thanks, now get up here and take a bow! Thank you. This chapter is dedicated to you, who gave the the very bad idea of writing a chapter while I was drunk. Enjoy!

Bonus Chapter: PinkieJack

“So uh… what’s this?” Applejack whispered to Pinkie as they sat in the harbor.

“It’s called shipping! Haven’t you heard of it before?”

“No, ah can’t honestly say I have.”

“I’m sure they have heard of it!” Pinkie called out as she pointed a hoof directly at your face.Thats right, my friend. YOUR face. You stop to wonder whether or not Pinkie is talking to the reader, commonly referred to as ‘breaking the fourth wall’ and is a major no-no in most fiction writing. But this is Pinkie we are talking about here, so yes. She is talking to you.

“Nevermind. Anyways AJ, Shipping is when you put something on a ship and ‘ship’ it to another country! It’s also pony sex from another dimension!

“Po… po.. pony what now?”

“That’s the spirit! Next I’ll show you how to clop.”

“Ya mean…”

“No silly! It’s the noise we make when we walk down a hard stone road! See?! Clop clop clop!”

“Ah think Ah get it now Pinkie…”

“Ya put your left clop in, ya take your left clop out…”

“Yeah Pinkie… I think ya should stop now, yer scarin’ the readers…”

“We can also clop when I grab ya by the flanks and…”

The Reader suddenly stops. The drunken ramblings of The Writer are too much for him to bear. The Reader casually switches over to read another fic. Perhaps ‘Machinations of a Trickster’ by Karon or ‘Redemption, Damnation, and FiM’ by ShadowWalking18 are on his reading list. (And if they aren't, they should be. It's good shit.) Maybe even the famed ‘My Second Life’ by the fantastic author, Coal Buck! Nevertheless, The Reader frantically scrolls through his list of fan fiction, trying desperately to avoid the breach in the fourth wall that was just created by Pinkie Pie and AdamJensen.

But it is too late now.

You have to see how the story ends. You have to read Pinkie Pie’s description of Clopping. You have to read the Writers description of said clopping. And now, without further ado, I give you, the drunken bonus chapter. Thank Jesus that’s over. And thank the Reader for coming back to read the rest.

“And thank YOU.” Pinkie says as she sticks her head through your monitor and kisses you right on the cheek.

***

“What’s wrong Applejack?” Pinkie whispered to her lover.

“Ah… Ah just don’t feel right lyin’ to all our friends…” She returned with a gloomy stare. Keeping secrets wasn’t easy or pleasurable for Applejack, but what would Ponyville think if she was a filly fooler? How would Big Mac react? Celestia forbid Granny Smith’s reaction. Applejack herself was having trouble coming to terms with her questionable sexuality. She had never thought about being with a mare, but neither had she thought about being with a stallion. It was almost as if both felt wrong and she desired something else entirely. Pinkie Pie.

***

She was Pink; she was girly, fluffy, bouncy, cute, and spastic. All the things Applejack hated when she was a filly. All the schoolfillies played dress up, and drew fun from makeovers, but not the orange farm filly. She had always shied away from her feminine side, and was always taught to be rather reserved.

She grew an interest in stallions earlier in her life, but never got the chance to date one. Big Mac was a hit with the local fillies, but never had any stallion friends for his sister to meet. Now that she thought about it, Applejack did not personally know another stallion outside her family.To her, love was puzzling. Puzzling indeed.

It all started when she met Pinkie Pie. Normal days were full of farm work and routine, something that got boring fast. She would spend her days picking apples out in the orchards of Appleoosa. When the opportunity came to open a brand new farm in the town of Ponyville, she just couldn’t turn down the offer. She could still remember Grand Daddy Smith’s words.

“Naw Applejack, ya ain’t even got yer cutie mark yet. Rushin’ outta town don’t seem like such a bright idea ta me…”

“Oh Papa don’t ya worry none. Ah’ll be right there with her every step of the way.” Granny Smith comforted her husband. It wasn’t every day the Apple family got a new plot of land for such a good price. They had to take the opportunity, but they couldn’t afford another loss either…

“Ah understand yer concern papa, but ah’ll be fine! Ahm not a filly anymore… ah can take care of mahself!” Applejack bounced up and down pleading with her best puppy face.

“Ah how could I say no ta that sweet little face… Alright folks, yall can go. But ya better be careful now, ya hear! Granny, may I talk to ya for a moment?”

“So now you’ve taken ta callin me granny like the youngins? You got plenty more years under your belt than I do!”

“Oh, hush it girl. You’ll always be that filly that fell out of the apple tree ta me.”

“Ah, don’t go flatterin me now. What’s it that ya want?” Granny Smith replied, thinking back to her days as a young farm filly. She had climbed an apple tree, reverent in her desire to pick the apples, regardless of her lack of strength required for bucking. Once she realized she couldn’t get down, she called for rescue.

“Ah just wanted to remind ya… Ah love you. You remember what happened ta Annabelle an her husband…”

“Don’t remind me papa. Ah remember, and ah won’t let it happen again. This orchard ain’t in timberwolf territory anyways. We’ll be jus fine.” Apple Smith reminisced.

Her daughter and son-in-law had been claimed by Timberwolves last summer during the grand opening of their new farm several miles south-west of Appleoosa. Applebloom was just a small filly, and luckily couldn’t remember the screams of horror coming from the south field. Applejack, however, was only a few feet away and had to run for her life before the Timberwolves retreated. Big Mac narrowly escaped before taking a few scratches to the neck, valiantly defending his sister. The memory of their loss was carved into the family forever.

“Ah know. But ah ain’t exactly got a lot a time left… and I woulda liked to spend it with you four.”

“Ahm sorry papa… Ah can’t just let the farm go outta business… we just aren’t producing enough apples.”

That statement was true, as the Apple family orchards had been in a state of disarray ever since the attack. Timberwolves roamed free in the nearby forest and with nopony to stop them, they were scaring away all the potential workers. Only those true to the Apple family remained, but they just couldn’t support the whole farm.

“Ah know. Maybe Ah’ll come visit soon. Ya’ll better pack yer bags now.”

***

“Did ya hear that Applebloom?! We’re goin’ ta Ponyville!” Applejack yelled as she tore into her room. Her new home awaited her in Ponyville, and she just couldn’t wait to make new friends. Maybe she could even get a peek at some colts? Her face reddened and she pushed her maturing thoughts out of her head. She was far too young for such things. Or was she? She saw Big Mac’s Playcolt magazines…

“That’s right.” Big Mac’s voice boomed through the door. “And Ah’m comin with ya.”

“Only if ya carry all mah bags!”

“Ah ain’t carryin nuttin fer ya.” He said as he withdrew his head through the door. Several scars were seen on his neck, as he had not yet put his yoke on for the morning plow. Applejack shuddered as she noticed the scars, and briefly recalled the screams of her parents as they died defending their children.

She fended off the memories of her scarred past, and instead turned her thoughts and dreams to a new life outside the friendly territory of Appleoosa. A life with new ponies, new friends, and hopefully a potential stallion friend.

Days of traveling followed days of packing, and finally the four farm ponies set foot on the hard soil of the future Sweet Apple Acres. The sun was high in the sky, and the animals frolicked about through their daily business. The area was vast, and Granny Smith could not be happier. Her grandchildren and her were going to save the Apple Family business! Applejack on the other hoof, was busy thinking about all the work it was going to be.

“Ah… Big Mac? There’s no trees.”

“Yer point?”

“Apples grown on…. Trees…”

“Eeyup.”

“Well… how are we gunna pick apples if there ain’t any trees?”

“See this here bag of seeds?”

“Uh…” Applejack let out an audible gulp.

The rest of the year was spent planting and nurturing the trees. Applejack had been old enough to attend school regularly for several years, but there was no school in Appleoosa. She had learned to speak from her parents, and later her grandparents. As a result, it was hard for her to grasp the concept of proper speech. Words like “Ain’t” and “Gunna” had to be replaced with “aren’t” and “going to”, and that’s not a change she could easily make.

One day in class, the other colts and fillies in her grade began calling her names. They called her a dummy, among other names that she could no longer remember. It was a tough life, but she made due. Big Mac had a talk with the school teacher, and the kids stopped their open pestering. Still, Applejack never made many friends. She kept to herself, and never got that colt friend she desired.

After years of teasing, the phrase ‘blank flank’ was burned into her mind. She had no friends, and hated her new life in Ponyville.  She took off to live with the Orange family. When that didn’t work out, she returned to Ponyville. Although she despised the local bullies, she never once complained. Not to Big Mac who worked the farm more than fifteen hours a day, and not to Granny Smith who worked on paperwork for thirteen. She was happy with her family, and that’s how she was going to live the rest of her days. Right there on the farm where she belonged. Her cutie mark even appeared to confirm it.

But fate had other plans for the small orange filly.

“Heya there! Whatcha doin? Oh do you work on the farm? I used to work on a farm, but then I realized it wasn’t much fun. Why do you work somewhere that isn’t fun? It just isn’t good for you! HEY! I know! We could have a party! That’s what made me realize that life could be fun! Actually no, it was the super awesome rainbow I saw in the sky that made me realize that! My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie. But you can call me Pinkie because Pinkamena doesn’t sound fun and I LOVE fun!!” The pink pony was jumping around Applejack, hard at work bucking trees with her new found cutie mark.

“Uh… the what now? And hey, Ah saw that rainbow too!”

“A PARTY you silly filly! And I know! It was so super-duper-awesome wasn’t it! It was all red and orange like you, and yellow and green and….” She went on and on and on. Applejack couldn’t quite place her feeling right for this pink blur of energy. They talked for hours on end. Well, Pinkie talked. Applejack mostly listened.

Pinkie explained that life in Ponyville was better than where she came from. A rock farm. Life could always be worse, and you had to live every experience to the fullest. That was the lesson Applejack learned from the crazy pink earth pony.

Time rolled on, and the duo grew to a trio with the addition of Fluttershy. Then a five pony group with the addition of Rarity and Rainbow Dash. The five ponies had many adventures together, and never separated for any reason. Everypony was perfectly content with their friends and couldn’t want for anything…. Everypony but Applejack, who still had a question she needed answering.

“Say… Pinkie…  Have ya ever… well… been with a stallion?”

“Oh sure! I’ve been with tons of them!”

“Ya… ya have!?!”

“Well yeah! So have you! They walk around all the time out in Ponyville silly!”

“No, no… I mean… Have ya ever, ya know… Been with a stallion?” Applejack put special emphasis on the last word. Finally grasping the concept, Pinkie responded. “Oh… funny you should mention that. I think I’m a filly-fooler.”

“A filly-what-now?”

“You know, a mare who likes other mares.”

“That’s… that’s possible?”

“Of course it’s possible silly! I’ve never really been too fond of stallions… Most of them are jerky-werkies.”

“Ah… Ah see…” Applejack responded, unsure of the knowledge she had just been granted. Was Applejack a filly-fooler? How could she know? Even more importantly, how could she find out?

Several weeks past, bringing with them Twilight Sparkle. She fell in right with the group, and it was her that held the root of their friendships. They defeated Nightmare Moon together, and even managed to tackle Discord a year later. They were the best group of friends anypony could ask for, and their status as the Elements of Harmony confirmed it.

They shared many more adventures, and grew even closer as the knot of friendship circled around them, tightened by the forces of Kindness, Generosity, Loyalty, Honesty, and Laughter, all sealed by Magic. They had everything anypony could ask for in a group of friends, yet Applejack was still in question.

“So how’s it going Applejack?”

“Its goin just fine thank ya Pinkie!”

“No I mean… what’s going on with the stallions?” Pinkie asked with a wide grin on her face.

“Well Soarin is nice, but he is kinda… well… Ah just don’t get it. Aren’t ya s’posed to really really like em? I feel like I’m just dating a friend… There just isn’t any kinda… connection ya know?”

“Well, I guess you like other fillies! Wanna give it a try?” Pinkie said as she looked directly into Applejack’s eyes. To be honest, the orange farm pony didn’t want to give it a try. She would have preferred it to just happen naturally.

For some reason, however, when she looked at Pinkie a spark set off inside her head. She felt herself naturally drawn to the crazy pink earth pony. There was something behind her eyes, not physically, but spiritually. She wanted Pinkie. Not even other stallions or mares, just Pinkie.

She wanted a slice of the Pinkie Pie.

A very large slice, preferably from the flank area…

‘Stop it Applejack… It’s getting ahold a ya…’ Applejack thought to herself as she started to sweat.

‘Maybe one taste of the Pinkie Pie wouldn’t hurt me none…’

“Sure Pinkie. When would you like to meet?”

“Well Charlie is taking us out to the forest later tomorrow, should we just meet up after then? I’m sure we could come up with a lame excuse to leave early.”

“Ah… Alright.” Replied the orange farm mare. She hadn’t even looked at Pinkie. She had been too busy imagining her bouncy pink flanks.

Applejack sighed as she left the forest with Charlie and the others. It just didn’t feel right to lie to her friends about something so silly. She ultimately decided that she would lie only if it was absolutely necessary. Not only was she the element of honesty, but she had always hated ponies that lie. It was a good thing to be honest.

For the most part.

The time finally came as the group of six ponies and two humans gathered just outside the border of the Everfree. Charlie was explaining something about ‘Tea Vee’ and Applejack was lost in thought of the Pinkie Sandwich that she was about to partake in. Was filly-fooling an acceptable pass time in Equestria? What will all mah friends think? What does Pinkie… taste like? Those were only a few of the questions that poured through Applejack lusting and confusion stricken head.

“Mah brain hurts ya’ll. I think ahm gonna go home.” Said Applejack with a very fake yawn. Apparently it was an acceptable excuse as she and Pinkie slipped out without anypony raising an eyebrow. The plan was going perfectly.

The female duo quickly made their way down the streets of Ponyville, Pinkie happily clopping next to a very confused Applejack. The thoughts that swam through the mare in question’s head ranged from ‘How do two females fool around’ to

‘What will happen if I like what happens in there’. The only reliable answer would be to just follow her pink guide and find out first hoof.

The door to Sugarcube Corners opened with a loud creak, much to the chagrin of the entering mares. Mr. and Mrs. Cake weren't in town at the moment, but a creaking door is the last thing one wants to hear when they are sneaking around. They jumped quiuckly, and returned to their senses. Pinkie shot Applejack a smile, and the two mares entered the building without any further interruptions.

Pinkie led Applejack up into her bedroom where the two had shared many friendly sleepovers. However, this sleepover was to be more than just friendly, and it felt like a completely different house for that reason alone. Applejack silently reveled in the smells and aromas of the structure, and the ones emanating off of the Pinkie Pie in front of her.

‘Ah hope this ain’t just one big mistake…’

‘Even if it is, its tha best mistake ah’ve ever made.’

Pinkie sat down on her bed, and gave Applejack her best come hither expression as she raised a hoof and beckoned her forward.

“So AJ… what is it that you were wondering about filly-foolers?”

“Oh umm… Ah just… well….” Applejack stuttered. A part of her wanted nothing more than to give in to the sweet desires and temptations of her pink mistress, but another part of her wished to just return to her farm and never speak of sex again.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a small peck on her cheek. She was satisfied for a brief second, but her freckles still hungered for Pinkie’s sweet lips. She needed more.

This time, it was Pinkie who was startled to find orange lips pressed against her. Her eyes opened wide briefly, but then closed to a half open, dreary state. She never expected Applejack to get the idea wo quickly. Their lips smashed together for only moments before Applejack pulled away, the redness of one thousand dying stars evident on her face.

“Ah kissed a mare… and Ah liked it…”

“Did ya like my cherry chapstick?!” Pinkie asked.

“Ya know Ah actually.. Oomph!” Applejack started as Pinkie pulled her in for another kiss. They rolled around on Pinkie’s bed for minutes, or was it hours? Time was irrelevant. Only love was prevalent through the thick fog in Applejacks eyes. She had finally triumphed over her own sexual confusion. She liked mares. Never before had she felt anything like this for a stallion, and never again would she try. And damn all those who didn’t approve.

“Pinkie ah… Ah want to say sumthin’”

“Don’t you tell me you love me.” In an instant, Applejack’s hopes and dreams were crushed…

“Because we aren’t even through yet!”…And were instantly restored again.

Pinkie then hopped up off the bed, much to the disagreement of her lover.

“What are ya doing Pinkie? Ya can’t just leave me here…”

“I’m getting snacks. Just you wait!” She said as she speedily left the room. This whole thing was a game, and Pinkie was winning. She always had the upper hoof with her lovin’ and Applejack was no exception. She was going to squeeze every ounce of anticipation out of her dear friend, but there was something else there that she wasn’t quite sure of. Something she hadn’t felt before. She had been fooling fillies ever since she learned of the act, but she couldn’t quite place a hoof on the feeling.

‘No matter,’ she thought, ‘it won’t work out anyways unless I know she likes whipped cream!’

The door opened, and Applejack rose from her position, as if Pinkie was the drill instructor, and she, the soldier. Applejack took a glance down at Pinkie’s basket and asked,

“What are those there things for?”

“They are for erotic consumption!”

“Eroti… HEY! Why are ya squirtin’ it all over me!?”

“Cuz….” Pinkie rubbed her tongue across Applejacks chest and belly. Applejack felt a smooth sensation run up her entire body, the mare’s contact very welcome on her flesh. Now Applejack could see what the big deal was all about.

“Pinkie… that… well that jus feels amazin’…” Applejack moaned as Pinkie continued to lap and suck and stroke the chocolate out of her coat like a mother cat cleaning her kittens. Applejack sure was purring like one. That is, until they heard a knock at the door.

“Pinkie, I know you’re in there…” Twilight said with a slight sigh.

“Quick, tell her sumthin!” Applejack whispered.

“Twilight? What are you doing here?” Yelled Pinkie in a very conspicuous voice.

“Don’t be so obvious Pinkie!” Applejack again whispered, her eyes in a dreamy haze of delight and now fear.

“I just came by to see if you could cheer me up, but if you are busy I guess I’ll come back.” Twilight said, the sadness evident in her voice. If it was during any other occasion, Pinkie would have dropped everything to help her friend. But she already was helping her friend… Technically.

Pinkie sighed as she spurted more syrup on Applejack, dipping down dangerously close to her private area.

“Hey there Pinkie… Ahm not sure we should move so…. Faaaass aahhhhhh” Applejack began moaning wildly. Pinkies tongue had just barely slipped above her opening, and all her previous thoughts were washed away in ecstasy. It was Pinkie’s turn to have a taste of the Apple pie. It was a regular PieJacking.

They were so caught up in their sexual exploits, they didn’t even notice the faint outline of purple unicorn floating, and subsequently dropping, just outside the window.

“Oh Pinkie… Ah reckon it’s mah turn…” Applejack said as she felt Pinkie starting to tire. She didn’t want the night to end, but also she wanted to finally get a taste of chocolate dipped mare.

“Okey dokey lokey! Just make sure you get me… extra clean.” Pinkie said in the most sexual tone she had in her arsenal of speech.

‘This is so wrong… but it feels soooo right…’ Applejack thought as she sprayed Pinkie down with a thin layer of chocolate, accenting certain areas with a few dabs of whipped cream. After she had finished icing her sloppy pink earth pony cake, she dove down, mouth open and ready to receive chocolate and love.

The nights events wore on and on until both mare’s received their fill of both chocolate and sex. There was only half a tube of whipped cream left and Pinkie just couldn’t bring herself to finish it. Applejack was on her third and final orgasm, but Pinkie wasn’t sure she had it in her. She would need something crazy to happen… something so unexpected and insane that would bring her right back to life and out of her sexual stupor.

“Stop right…There?” The yellow pegasus screamed as she charged in through the bedroom door. The look of utter confusion on her face was so apparent that the two lovers couldn’t help but laugh. They had been caught, the jig was up. Or so they thought…

As quickly as she appeared, Fluttershy disappeared into a lump of yellow mare right on the ground in front of them.

“Hey AJ, what do you say we take her back home and tell her it was all a dream?”

“Oh… Okay… Well… maybe after we finish up this here whipped cream…”

“Okey dokey lokey!”

Throwing caution, and modesty, to the wind, Pinkie sprayed the contents of the can all over the area in between Applejacks legs, and started to vigorously suck and nibble the sweet sugar out of her friend’s coat. Even after the cream was all consumed, Pinkie kept lapping at the area until Applejacks moans grew to a halt. The night came to an abrupt, but satisfying end.

“Pinkie… ah…. Was that weird?”

“It sure was for Fluttershy…”

“No ah mean… Is that considered normal behavior for filly-foolers?”

“When have I ever been normal, AJ?”

“Ah love you.”

“Ah love you too Applejack.” Pinkie said in her best southern pony accent. “Now let’s get this mess cleaned up, and get Fluttershy home before anypony wakes up!”

Authors Notes: Next one will be a serious one. Thank you for reading this. I am actually seriously considering turning this into a shipfic. There is a beautiul story to be told here... One that deserves a sober author. See ya'll next time!