Pride, Pastries, and Pie · 12:16pm Sep 27th, 2018

This is a little lewd (around T rated), and might just make you hungry.

"Well, you know how it is—bake a hundred pies when you only needed ninety-nine!" I gave my trademark laugh, but there was a look of obvious distrust in Applejack's eyes—she could smell the lie. It was only a little lie, and definitely nothing relating to a Pinkie Promise, so my conscience was A-OK.

Applejack looked down at the pie, then back up. "Are you sure, sugarcube? Ah don't want to—"

"Nonesense! This one's all yours." My words had done it. As I watched Applejack's gaze change from confused to hungry, I felt the first tingle of a Pinkie Sense—a premonition. Let's see. Tickle on the underside of my dock, buzzing deep in my Pinkie Palace, and an all-over feeling of anticipation? Yup, that meant I was getting horny real soon. "Don't forget the cream!"

I stood to the side as Applejack picked up the pitcher of cream and poured it over one section of the pie. If I weren't there, I knew there'd be nothing but dish by now. Applejack leaned down and opened her mouth. The first bite was a surprise, clearly, as she registered the apple-and-strawberry filling.

"Nice?" I asked.

Applejack nodded and—I Pinkie Promise—she moaned. "Sure is, Pinkie." She took another bite, and this time the filling crept up the sides of her mouth and stained her cheeks pink.

I crossed my back legs and couldn't pull my eyes away. The Pinkie Sense had been correct—so very correct.

Reaching for the pitcher of cream again, Applejack drowned the pie in it. As she leaned down, I bit my lip in excitement. Applejack ate my pie. She snorted and shoved her snout in, she scooped up mouthfuls of hot pie, chewed them, smeared them, and swallowed it down.

"You alright there?" Applejack asked.

Nodding was all I could do. Applejack's muzzle was now stained pink from the tip of her nose all the way to her freckles. Part of me wanted to lean in and lick the pie filling from her face—one lick at a time—but I had reservations. Applejack was perfect as she was.

"Ya know, sugarcube, Ah wouldn't normally eat a pie out of the tin like this, and 'specially not a strawberry pie. But it's just so hot, and plump, and—" Whatever else Applejack had to say was muffled as she shoved her snout back into the tin. Now there was runnels of cream added to the filling on her face.

"Yes… Eat my pie out…" My brain, normally having a direct connection to my mouth, seemed derailed, but I still couldn't stop staring.

With the bulk of the pie eaten, Applejack drew her stained snout back and started licking the bottom of the tin. Each time her tongue lashed the metal, she drew a little gasp from my throat. I couldn't believe how Celestia-buckin hot it was watching her eat my pastries.

By the time the pie tin was clean, Applejack's face was not. I stared at the mess she'd made of her face and longed to lean forward and clean it.

"Pinkie? What're you doin'?" Applejack's voice startled me from my daydream. She was patting her mouth clean with a white napkin.

I gulped. "I'mjustgoingnowgottabakemorepies!"

Art (and inspiration) by Dilarus

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