//------------------------------// // 228. Blue Apples // Story: Azure Edge // by Leaf Blade //------------------------------// Whoever said you can’t improve on perfection was a damn liar, cuz Pinkie Pie’s body was perfect and it was even more beautiful covered in Applejack’s lipstick marks. Applejack didn’t even wear lipstick usually, but something about seeing that stain on her lover’s body drove her tiny lesbian brain wild and so she made an exception every so often, and seeing the marks left by Applejack’s kisses on Pinkie’s chest, on her stomach, between her thighs, among other places as Pinki laid against the sheets of their bed in the Canterlot inn, it reminded Applejack why every rule had an exception. “How ya feelin’, hon?” Applejack asked, panting and licking her lips. “Applejack,” Pinkie moaned, her eyes fluttering as her tongue hung out of her mouth, smiling like a smitten kitten. “You’re wonderful.” “I know I am, babe,” Applejack said confidently and leaned in to kiss Pinkie’s lips, reveling in the feeling of Pinkie’s soft chest pressed up against her own. “And you are, so amazing, and incredible, and I adore you so damn much, you little sweetheart.” “Geez, Applejack,” Pinkie said bashfully, turning her cheek to Applejack, so Applejack kissed that too, “you don’t have to suck me off emotionally too.” “But I enjoyed suckin’ you off physically so dang much,” Applejack said confidently, and Pinkie snorted. “Maybe I should return the favor,” Pinkie bit her lip. “If you think you can handle it,” Applejack popped the buckle on her belt and let her pants fall to her knees as she sat on the bed, and Pinkie’s eyes glistened and her tongue fell out of her mouth. Pinkie cooed as she sat up and crawled over to Applejack, and she wasted absolutely no time in getting down to business. Applejack put a hand on her forehead and dug her nails in. If Pinkie’s tongue was amazing in Applejack’s mouth, it was nothing compared to how it worked her— A knock at the door. Applejack and Pinkie both turned their attention to it, and the sudden interruption was like nails screeching down an immaculate glass window. “Pinkie Pie, dear?” Cloudy Quartz said from the other side of the door, and Pinkie whined with her mouth still full. “Are you there?” “Just a sec, Ms. Pie,” Applejack called out, “she’s in the bathroom!” “Okay,” Cloudy said. “Let her know when she gets out that I’ll be waiting for her in the lobby. I had a long night and I need to rest, but I wanted to make time for her first.” “That’s very sweet of her,” Pinkie muttered. “Couldn’t have been worse timed, but very sweet.” “Okay, I will!” Applejack called out, and then turned to Pinkie. “You should probably—” “Yeah,” Pinkie said irritably, hopping off the bed. “I have to wash everything.” “I’ll go down there and keep her company while you hop in the bath real quick?” Applejack suggested, putting her pants back on and looking around for her shirt. “Sounds great!” Pinkie said, hopping into the bathroom. “I’ll be like five minutes!” With Pinkie, that meant like fifteen minutes, but that was fine. Frankly, Applejack would need a shower after this herself, an ice cold one. Applejack headed downstairs to the comfortable inn lobby and greeted Cloudy, taking a seat in a chair near to hers as she sipped from a mug of hot tea, judging by the smell. “Howdy,” Applejack said politely. “Hello, Applejack,” Cloudy said with a smile. It was almost surreal to see such a serene, bright smile on her face. She used to be so dour. Luna must’ve been treatin’ her right. “I trust Pinkie is on her way down? Not that I don’t relish the time with you too, of course.” “Of course, but I know it’s different,” Applejack chuckled. “She’ll be down in a jiff, she was in the middle of a quick shower.” “I see, I see,” Cloudy Quartz took a sip of tea, and Applejack took a deep breath cuz she couldn’t get the image of Pinkie’s naked, sweaty, quivering body out of her mind. “Was her need for a shower because of you, by any chance?” “Wh-what would make you think that?” Applejack laughed nervously, sweat dripping down her brow as she looked away from Cloudy and her face lit up like a million degrees. “I’m just teasing you,” Cloudy hummed. “I always figured that you two would get together someday. I always felt it in my bones, I guess you could say.” “Oh yeah?” Applejack said with a smile. For some reason, that felt really nice to hear, especially from Cloudy. “I take it that means I have yer blessin’?” “Absolutely, of course,” Cloudy smiled again, and Applejack couldn’t help but smile back. Having an infectious smile must’ve run in the family. “I’m just so glad that she’s found a pair of wonderful women that make her happy. Or five of them, because if her letters that she sends me are any indication, her heart is full of more than enough love for everyone in your friend group.” “Same, honestly,” Applejack chuckled, thinking about how she was honestly dating more of the girls in their group than not now. “MOOOOOOOMMMM!!!” Pinkie screamed gleefully as she ran down the hall into the lobby, a few other nearby patrons turning their heads in confusion and resentment at the little mischief maker’s blaring siren. Pinkie’s hair was a mess— well, it always was, but she hadn't brushed it since rolling out of bed so now it was even more so— and she was still in her baggy pajamas, and Applejack swooned with affection; she was just too damn cute, it wasn’t fair to Applejack’s poor lesbian heart. Pinkie flung herself into Cloudy’s waiting arms, the two women hugging each other sweetly, and it was a lovely moment between a mother and daughter who adored each other so much, and Applejack was trying so hard not to ruin it by thinking about how good Pinkie’s ass looked in those pajama pants, but UNF it was hard not to think about and it also wasn’t the only thing that was hard. Pinkie hopped out of her mother’s arms and did a truly impressive leap into Applejack’s, and Applejack sighed in contentment as she caught Pinkie and she squirmed into a comfortable position on Applejack’s lap, Applejack resting her head atop Pinkie’s. “So, Pinkie Pie,” Cloudy said, and then cut herself off with a giggle. “You two are just precious together, I’m sorry.” “You should never apologize for being right,” Pinkie replied, and Applejack and Cloudy both chuckled. Applejack kissed Pinkie on her neck, which was quite a feat considering all the hair she had to push past to make it happen. “Anyway, Pinkie,” Cloudy said with a smile, “your sisters are arriving in town this afternoon, and—” “They’re WHAT?!” Pinkie screeched in excitement, her whole body trembling under Applejack’s fingertips. “How come I didn’t know about this?!” “Because I only found out this morning,” Cloudy said. “We don’t have magic back home, you know? So Their letter only reached me today.” Cloudy yawned and stretched her arms out above her head, reclining into her chair like a woman whose bones were melting as she spoke. It was very… Pinkie of her. “I won’t be able to see them when they first arrive-” Cloudy yawned again “-since I had a long night and need to catch up on some rest. I wanted to tell you over breakfast and coffee, but I’m afraid I’ll probably have to turn in right away.” “I understand how you feel,” Pinkie giggled. “Your first night with Luna, right? How could you find time to sleep?” “Yes, well,” Cloudy blushed and gave a bashful smile, looking away from Pinkie and curling her fingers over the hem of her dress. “My point was that I wanted you to know your sisters were coming. Especially Maud.” “Why especially Maud?” Pinkie asked, cocking her head for a second before gasping excitedly. “Does she have a present for me?!” “Not that I know of,” Cloudy shook her head with a quiet, tender chuckle. “But she’s only staying in Canterlot for one afternoon. Tomorrow morning she’s apparently catching a train to the Crystal Empire.” “Huh,” Pinkie and Applejack said in unison, glancing at each other. Funny coincidence, that.