Chasing Pinkie

~Chasing Pinkie~

~Distraction #2: Applejack~

You run along, feeling the wind once again whip your sweating face. As beads of perspiration fall freely, you find yourself fast approaching tall apple trees. Coming to a brisk walk, you look up to see the barn doors slightly cracked, and enter. As the creaking metal sound, an orange mare with rope in her mouth turns around from a stack of hay looking surprised by your intrusion. You ignore her and search around while she becomes angered. “Now look here partner!” she demands, spitting out the rope she had.

“Where’s Pinkie. She’s somewhere in here, right?”

Applejack huffs at the crude question and asks, “Where in tarnation do you get off at thinking you can just waltz in here and start ordering answers about?! Get outta here before I buck you square in the teeth!”

You glance at her, some hay in your hand from digging around and apologize. “I’m sorry, but I’m in a rush... I’m seeking out Pinkie and-”

“Ah knew that,” Applejack claims. “You’re that there human feller done playing that silly filly game with her for her birthday. Look, ah know where she is, but with that attitude about yeh, ah ain’t telling you squat!”

You look down, badly hurt by your own actions at upsetting the owner of the barn and sigh, “Is there any chance I can make up for this and possibly get Pinkie’s whereabouts? Please, I’m desperate to win...”

She scowls at you for a moment, contemplating what she could want and says, “There is one thing you could help me out with...”

Applejack hastily turns her gaze at the door and trots over, peeks her muzzle out to make sure nopony is coming and silently closes it. Turning back at you and walking over, she explains, “Ah swear, if Big Mac or Granny Smith knew what I’m about to try, they’d kick me outta this here farm in a quickness!”

“What’s up?”

She looks you up and down, her frown becoming a tempted smirk and says, “Ah want you to lick my cutie mark...” Your eyes widen at the request, and you think it over while she resumes. “See, ah have been rather curious for a long time to see what it tastes like, to tell if it actually tastes like apples... No way I’m asking anypony to do that for me, because ah just know they will refuse, and then ah’ll be labeled as the weirdest pony in the land, but if someone like you, a human who ah just so happen to figure would like to do that sorta thing were to accept...”

You scratch the back of your head looking at her flank. You can either leave and continue with your chase, maybe try the Carousel Boutique, or take her up on the tempting offer, possibly even getting a taste of not only her flank, but her pussy as well...

“Heh, yeah right! I’m outta here! It’s obvious Pinkie’s not around. Thanks for the offer, though.” (Click to leave the barn and keep up the chase...)

“Sure! Of course I’ll help you out with that! I’ve got time!” (Continue reading to assist Applejack and possibly eat her out...)

“Great! I’ve been so curious. It’s about time ah got my answer.”

She walks over to the post at the far end of the room, lifts her front hooves over it to rest and looks over to you, her ears lowering in anticipation. You kneel down to her flank and stare at the apple markings while licking your lips. She blushes and says, “Well...? Go on, partner. Ah won’t bite.”

You grin, close your eyes and take a nice, long and pleasing lick, sliding your taster from one apple to the other. You relish in the sweetness of it and say, “Wow... It really, honestly does taste like an apple!”

“Ha! Ah knew it! Now all I need to know is if... huh? Hey, what in the world are you doing back there?!”

You had continued trying out her yummy flank, thinking it would be fine to keep up the work. She seemed offended by it at first, but soon, her angered expression turned to one of unsureness. She wasn’t positive if she was alright with you lathering her up or not, but if you perform admirably enough, she’d probably let you keep going. Your right hand eventually grasps her back while the left grips her tail for balance. Applejack seems to be enjoying it. You can tell by the smile she’s giving you, so you happily continue licking her, soaking the mare’s flank.

“Ah uh... never intended this to be taken that far, but right now, I honestly couldn’t care less, Sugar.”

With that, you adjust yourself to flip her tail over your shoulders and smirk at her moist hole. Using your fingers, you spread her lips apart slightly to look deeper in. Her pinkness just keeps getting wetter and warmer as you stare. Applejack begins to get a little embarrassed and says, “D-Don’t stare Hun... I’m not used to that!”

You chuckle and bring your nose up to get a nice whiff of her and shiver at the scent. It’s almost too much for you to handle, and you just can’t hold back any longer. With your tongue hanging out, you take a taste and feel her twitch from the sudden feeling from below. “Don’t get too excited,” you chant. “I’m just getting warmed up...” She nods and lays her chin on the bar while waiting for you to progress.

You take another swift lick before sinking your tongue in deeply, just loving the overwhelming flavor. You knew Applejack was kinky, but this was new. Delving slowly but surely further in, you place your hands on her flank, right over her cutie marks and start petting her tenderly to calm her down. Soon, you can literally taste her getting dangerously close to her peak, so you exit, your whole mouth and cheeks drenched in her juices.

Bringing your fingers back, you open her up more and prod the middle finger of your right hand in, forcing her to suddenly gasp at the surprisingly euphoric pleasure. Slipping it out, you dip a second in and launch her mind into a near climax a second time, smiling at how deep and welcoming she is. One last finger, just what she wants, is sent in. Her incredibly arousing moans are followed by a gush of liquids, wetting your hand and dripping to the floor.

You keep them in for a bit, letting her clench a few times while moving the tips of your fingers about. Once you pull back, it feels like her inner muscles are holding on to you, not wanting you to leave at all. With a satisfying pop, you look at the mess she’s made. You decide to bring your damp fingers to her muzzle and dip them in, making her suckle on her own essence for a bit as punishment for getting the barn so dirty.

You love the feeling of her tongue wrapping around your intruders, and plop them out, petting her mane with the wet slobber left from her open muzzle. Standing up, you ask the thoroughly pleased mare, “You gonna tell me where Pinkie is now?”

She huffed and panted for a bit before muttering with tiredness, “Yeah... S-She’s over at the Carousel Boutique... h-hiding with Rarity.”

You turn to exit, glance back with a smirk and say, “Much obliged.”