Chapter Three: Pinkie Promise

Applejack cantered through the streets of Ponyville, making her way to Sugarcube Corner. Today was the day that the Cakes would be out on business, and Pinkie Pie wanted her help to fill the day’s orders.

Applejack felt up to it when she made her promise, but now she wasn’t feeling all there. Her mind just kept wandering back to her time with Rainbow Dash, and she was having trouble focusing. The day after her visit, she was sure she did the right thing. Rainbow Dash came back out and started working and socializing again, and Applejack found her new identity.

The problems started to arise when those two things combined. Whenever she saw Dash around town, which was often, the memories would come flooding back to her, and she would have to either wait for the feelings to subside, or take care of them herself if they refused to go away.

Then there was the issue of her identity. Sure, at first it was a relief, but it later became a concern. Was she actually attracted to Rainbow Dash, or was it just what the pegasus did to her that turned her on? It was always the memories of the sex, not the filly, that made her horny and make her try to position her tail so that wandering eyes wouldn’t see her swollen lips in public.

Whenever she tried to think about it with any depth, her mind would just fog up. It was getting so bad that on this trip to Sugarcube Corner alone, she almost ran into three ponies and a cart. She realized she needed help, but from whom? Out of her friends, she instantly crossed of Rainbow Dash, since her hindquarters would be all she could think about for their whole conversation. All of her other friends, she wasn’t sure how they’d react, especially to her “solution” to getting Dash back out in the open. She couldn’t think of a single pony.

“Hiya, Applejack,” Pinkie greeted with her usually cheery tone.

Nope. Not a single pony.

Pinkie was waiting for Applejack right at the entrance, all too eager to start making the customers’ sugary dreams of sweets become manifest. She practically bounced up and down from excitement alone.

“Hey there, Pinkie Pie. Are ya ready for a full day of bakin’?” Applejack asked as she made her way in.

“Sure as a seltzer-y serving of super special sarsaparilla on a Sunday!” Pinkie replied in earnest.

“Good to hear. Now, what’s on the menu today?”

“Let’s see, we have three cakes, ten dozen cupcakes, a few Danishes—which we should actually take care of first, considering the customers want them by noon—several batches of cookies, and a dozen doughnuts,” Pinkie listed almost as fast a Applejack could listen.

“Hoo Nelly, that’s quite the tall– Wait. Y’all sell doughnuts here?” Applejack interrupted herself.

“Upon request,” Pinkie said with a bit of pride.

“Wow. I’ve lived here all my life and never knew that. Hunh. I guess ya do learn something new everyday, after all.”

“Yes-siree, Bob. …Or would it be ‘Bobbie?’ ‘Bobetta?’ ‘Roberta?’ Actually, wouldn’t it be, ‘Yes ma’am-ee, Roberta?’” Pinkie pondered.

Applejack chuckled at Pinkie Pie being so Pinkie-Pie-like. “Come on, Sugarcube, maybe we can make ourselves an extra dozen doughnuts as a reward, afterward,” she told her as she stepped into the kitchen.

“Okey-dokey-loki,” Pinkie responded before following her friend, muttering gender-translated phrases to herself.

* * *

It took quite a bit of effort, and several hours in the hot kitchen, but they did it. They may have worked so hard that they were covered in sweat, flour, eggs, and just about everything else, but that work payed off. In fact, they both got something out of it. Pinkie got the satisfaction and relief of a job well done—a job she was worried she wouldn’t be able to do even with her sometimes-physics-defying speed—and Applejack got to spend a while just focusing on one task, and not letting herself get distracted by lewd thoughts.

Applejack surveyed the kitchen. “Heh heh, we sure made quite the mess, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, but it was a fun mess, and now we can have fun cleaning it up!” Pinkie exclaimed before noticing that they themselves were messes. “Oh wow,” she said taking on a more serious tone, “We should probably clean ourselves up first.”

“Aw, shucks,” AJ said as she noted just how much of her orange fur was now powdered white.

“You go on up and take a bath upstairs,” Pinkie told her. “I’ll start cleaning down here.”

“Shouldn’t I clean myself up after I help?” Applejack protested.

“Oh, it’ll be fine,” Pinkie reassured her while starting to put things away.

“If ya say so…” Applejack started to head for the stairs, but suddenly halted. “I’m not gonna find an alligator in the tub, am I?”

Pinkie thought about it, moving her shoulder up and down. “Nah, you should be good,” she said before she went back to cleaning.

Applejack made her way upstairs quickly. She didn’t want to have Pinkie do all the work by herself. When she was about halfway through her shower, she was hit with a flash of memories from the last time she took a shower in somepony else’s home, and the kind of things she was washing off back then.

“Damn it,” she muttered to herself. She had been doing so well at keeping her mind clear, but even the most unlikely trigger had set her off. She was right, this morning, when she thought she needed help. She needed both somepony to either confirm or disprove her bisexual theory, and somepony to outright have sex with her, since her hoof obviously wasn’t doing a good enough job of keeping the pressure off for any sizable amount of time.

After she dried herself off, she went downstairs to find the kitchen absolutely spotless, and her jaw hit the floor. She could have sworn she hadn’t taken more than five minutes upstairs. What’s more is that Pinkie Pie was not only clean, herself, but she had enough energy to greet Applejack with a wide smile while bouncing in place.

“Pinkie, how did ya…?” Applejack tried to phrase her words.

“Oh, it was easy. Everything goes in its place, and I know where everything goes!” Pinkie responded, knowing exactly what the cowpony was going to say.

Applejack had long ago learned not to question Pinkie, who actually did make sense most of the time, even if it only made sense by her patented brand of illogic. However, Applejack was still curious.

“But how’d ya get so clean, too? Ain’t ya only got one tub in the house?”

“Oh yeah, that! I just licked it off, kinda like a cat.”

Well, that wasn’t weird.

Then, by an off chance, she noticed a patch of flour still remained near Pinkie’s cutie mark. “Actually, I think ya missed a spot by yer rump, there,” she pointed out.

“Whoops! Hold on just a sec,” Pinkie said as she went to licking her hindquarters.

Applejack just watched until she noticed that, unconsciously, she started biting her lip at the sight of the mare licking her flank. Her eyes widened at the realization that she was enjoying the show. She heard herself tell Pinkie, “And there’s more, uh, even farther back.”

“I don’t see any more,” she observed. “Are you sure?”

“Oh, trust me, there is,” Applejack lied.

Trusting her friend, the pink pony continued to lick her flank as she moved noticeably closer to a certain part of her body. She lifted her tail out of the way to get better access to her behind, which also gave Applejack a clear view of her pink slit (that was somehow pinker than the rest of her body) and the hole just north of it. Applejack licked her lips as her forehoof lifted off the ground and strayed towards her nethers to quench the fires growing in her loins. She caught herself before she touched herself.

What the hay do ya think yer doin’? she thought. In all the years she had known her, she had never, never thought of Pinkie Pie in a sexual manner. She was always the good, if annoyin’ friend you could always tell your secrets too, who was the life of the party and usually its instigator. But now, with her tongue a mere inch away from her pussy, and her own starting to moisten, Applejack realized that things had suddenly changed.

Now that she had all but confirmed her bisexuality with this incident, Applejack remembered that she still needed to have sex with somepony if she wanted to ward off her lusts for any significant amount of time. Sweet Celestia, I know now what—and who—I must do. But what if Pinkie put her in the “just friend” category, like she placed her into a short moment ago? What if she wanted to be romanced before she would open her legs? What if she was straight, and that stuff she did with Rainbow Dash had only been experimenting? What if—? What if—? Whatifwhatifwhatif…

Ah, fuck it.

“Pinkie, I’m bi,” was all the warning she gave before she pounced.

“Hmm?” Pinkie asked as she lifted her head just in time to see an orange blur tackle her. She landed with her back on the counter and Applejack standing above, straddling her. “What’d ya buy?” she was about to ask, when Applejack planted her lips on hers.

When their lips parted, she said, “Ohh~, you said you’re ‘bi’ like ‘blisexual!’ That makes much more sense.” She giggled.

A part of Applejack still felt this wasn’t right, somewhere in her gut.

“Uh, sorry to come on so strong there, Pinkie,” she said with a nervous chuckle. I just saw ya lickin’ yerself, and I couldn’t help myself… I hope this isn’t too sudden for ya.”

“Are you kiddin’? I’m always ready to have a good time with my friends if they want it, and spontaneity is what I thrive on, Sister!” She put her hooves behind Applejack’s neck, and moved their heads together.

That was all Applejack needed to know, and now that her conscience was satisfied, she let herself go and just did what came naturally.

And what came naturally was tongue. A lot of tongue.

Pinkie’s mouth put up no resistance, gladly giving her own tongue in return. Another thing she didn’t resist was Applejack’s hoof—the same one that was going to touch her own marehood a moment ago—as is caressed her neck and slowly worked its way south. Pinkie shuddered as her hoof brushed over her lips. Those sweet lips, the tunnel between them even now filling with sweet, sweet juices. Suddenly, a thought came across Applejack’s mind. Rainbow went down on me last time, she thought, but I never returned the favor. Ah’ve never tasted a girl’s juices before. Maybe I should. If I do that, then I know for sure that I’m definitely bi. Sure, let’s go with that.

She pulled her lips from the pink pony’s, and wordlessly moved south down her barrel, kissing it from time to time. Then she was face-to-face with Pinkie Pie’s plump, pink pussy. For a second she was intimidated by it. What to do? How to begin? Then she remembered her own, oranger one, and proceeded to do what she knew she would like. She started with a light tease of breath against the whole area that made Pinkie shudder again. Then she kissed along the outer lips before bringing out her tongue and parting them. Then, she started lapping.

“Holy cannoli, Applejack!” Pinkie suddenly exclaimed. “Where’d you learn how to do that? Ohh~...”

Applejack didn’t answer her in favor of keeping Pinkie pleasured. Pinkie’s juices were a mix of savory and sweet, with more of the latter, no surprise. It was good. Applejack was amazed to find out how much she liked it and kept going. Sometimes her tongue would find its way into the tunnel proper, and Pinkie would gasp every time. That put a smile on her face, obscured by Pinkie’s crotch.

“Hey, now,” Pinkie said between moans and gasps of pleasure, “Don’t forget the party button, Applejack. Mmm~…”

Oh, yeah. Applejack was so focused on tasting her friend’s juices, that she was neglecting Pinkie’s now red and hard clitoris. She tilted her head up a little and went to town, mashing the special button with her now sopping tongue.

Pinkie inhaled sharply and brought her hoof down on Applejack’s head, pulling her closer than ever to her wanting pussy and knocking the cowpony’s hat to the ground. AJ could feel Pinkie’s hind legs closing in on her head; she knew that she was definitely doing something right.

A few minutes later, Pinkie’s breath was getting shallower, and she knew she was close.

“Oh my gosh, Applejack! You have to show me how to do this sometime. When you’re free or whenever, I don’t care.” Pinkie’s pace quickened. “I just have to share this because it’s so good and as you know I’m all about pleasing ponies, and–” She panted, then continued, faster still. “I’ve never had anypony do this on such short notice and I want to try it again and–” Pant. Faster still. “But I don’t know how to schedule a consensual sexual surprise unless–” Pant. Pant. Faster. “UnlessIdon’tknowbecauseyou’regettingmereallycloseandIcan’tthinkanymoreandandand– AAAHHHHHFFFFFfffffffuuuuuu…”

Pinkie went limp on the counter as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Applejack could even clearly see her pussy pulsating. She backed off and licked her lips, satisfied with a job well done.

When Pinkie Pie finally gained some sense of composure, she exclaimed, “That. Was. AMAZING!”

“Yup. I sure enjoyed it more than I thought I would. Yer pretty good, Pinkie.”

“Thanks,” the pink pony said, slowly rolling off the counter onto her hooves. “Now! How’s about I return that favor?” she asked.

“That sounds great, but I don’t want to risk makin’ the kitchen any messier,” Applejack said, just a little insincerely.

“I don’t want you to get nothing out of it,” Pinkie started to say.

“Oh, believe me,” Applejack said, “I sure as sugar got something out of it.”

Pinkie giggled at how she was able to please while being pleasured. After a moment, she said, “Okay, but wouldn’t you like to get more out of it?”

Applejack watched as Pinkie licked her lips slowly, and her eye twitched a little, thinking about what it could do. So, she said, “Aw hell, just a little more wouldn’t hurt, I guess.” Pinkie’s huge grin was the last thing she saw before turning around and bowing, sticking her plot high up in the air. She spread her hind legs so that her hooves were far apart and swished her tail out of the way. She took a deep breath, wonderin’ just how she must look to Pinkie right now. Sexy as fuck, she hoped.

She felt Pinkie place a hoof on her flank, and her leg twitched a little in anticipation. She could feel Pinkie’s breath on her marehood. The pink mare hmmed, her face inches away from Applejack’s pussy. The cowpony was so turned on, that she felt a drop of her juices slide past her clit, hearing it drop on the ground. Pinkie still hadn’t touched her yet.

“Come on, Pinkie,” she muttered nervously. “Ah don’t wanna beg ya, but I can’t stand it anymore. Please—” She was cut off by a warm wet tongue running up her slit. She gasped as Pinkie’s tongue ran up and down between her folds with a speed she couldn’t conceive.

Her front legs gave out when Pinkie’s tongue went in her vagina proper. The pink party pony’s tongue was more deft and articulate than anything Applejack could have imagined. Pinkie went in and out, in and out with it, as hard and fast as any cock she’d taken, if not as big. But what Pinkie lacked in size she more than made up for by always hitting the g-spot every time the tip of her tongue passed it.

Applejack couldn’t keep herself from moaning along with Pinkie’s tongue thrusts. When Pinkie started rubbing AJ’s clit with the tip of her hoof, the moaning turned to short cries of pleasure.

Pinkie never slowed down, and even somehow started to quicken her pace. AJ’s breathing quickened as the pressure in her loins grew to levels she couldn’t possibly contain from the best tongue-fucking she’d ever had.

Pinkie shot her long tongue out all the way, pressing hard against Applejack’s womb. That was it. AJ yelped with each contraction as she came just as hard as she had with Rainbow Dash. She felt she was squirting, but didn’t hear it splatter on the floor. She heard Pinkie gulping several times behind her, and realized she was drinking all of her squirt. If she could have cum while she was cumming, she was pretty sure she would have, she found it that hot. At the very least, it made her legs give out from under her, the last of her juices spilling on the floor as her orgasm continued at full strength.
She let the warmth take her for a time that she couldn’t tell how long. It felt like an eternity while she lived it. She wished it been an eternity. Immediately after, it felt like a few seconds.

She tried to get up, and after she stumbled, Pinkie helped her the rest of the way.

“Ah thought I was good that that. Pinkie, how did you do that?” AJ asked.

“Let’s just say I’ve had a lot of practice, eating as much as I have,” she said, giggling.

“Eating sweets or eating pussy?” Applejack asked playfully.

“Why not both?” Pinkie replied. Her laughter was punctuated by a cute snort.

“Well, Pinkie, I think maybe you’ve helped me more than I’ve helped you today.”

“Helped you with what?”

“Well, to be honest, I didn’t know whether I had feelings for girls, too, but now I know where I stand. Thanks.”

“Oh, no problemo.” Pinkie’s eyes suddenly lit up with an idea. “Oh! Oh! I know! We should have a coming out party for you, and we’ll invite everyone and we can have cake, and afterward we can have an after-party-orgy, and—”

“Hold on, Sugarcube,” Applejack interrupted. “Ah just don’t feel that I’d be comfortable with– Did you just say ‘orgy?’” She shook her head. “Nevermind. I’m not sure I’m comfortable just yet telling everyone that I’ve… uh, changed my ways, yet. You understand?”

“Not really, considering straight ponies are actually the minority in Ponyville, but sure. If you need a secret kept, look no further than good ol’ Pinkie Pie to keep it. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” she said with all the corresponding gestures.

“Ah, ya didn’t have to do the full Pinkie Promise for me, but I appreciate it. Now I don’t suppose I can walk out in public without questioning looks with my face and nethers all shiny and sticky like this. Would you mind if I took another shower really quickly before going back home?”

“Aw, do you have to leave so soon?” Pinkie asked, nuzzling her head up against AJ’s neck.

“Sorry, Sugarcube, but they need me at the farm, and I’m late as it is.”

Pinkie moved to look her in the eye. “Well, do you mind if I took the shower with you?” She fluttered bedroom eyes at the cowpony. “I’m just as sticky as you, and I don’t know if it’ll come out with a good lickin’.”

“What’re you askin’ me for? It’s your house. If that’s what you want, then by all means it’s what you should get. And besides, you think I wouldn’t want to see you soaking wet again?”

They went up the stairs together, giggling all the way.

Author's Note

Oh my. It's been a few years, hasn't it? I'd like to apologize to those looking for an update for not having uploaded this sooner. This chapter's been done for well over a year, but I wanted to finish the next one before posting this one. I still haven't finished chapter four, and am unfortunately unsure if I ever will. I'm not into ponies like I was in 2012 when I started working on this story, and it feels awkward now, writing sex scenes for these characters.

Between posting the last chapter and this, I've written five unpublished epic fantasy books. I think my brain just works in long form storytelling, which is why I planned the Untold Tales of Ponyville to be 23 chapters long. I ended up struggling with the guilt of starting something I couldn't finish, which is likely why it took forever to post this. If this story does get canceled, do not morn for the twenty unwritten chapters; know that I used the energy I would have used to write them to make a career out of writing.