Pinkie Pie and Applejack's Cooking Hour
Storytime! I'll repost the first bit, which is already over on Plus, and start with the new bit afterward. Just so you know: no porns, sorry, this is straight-up fluff. (Also, this was written before the Applebuck episode, so I think the brony who requested it must be psychic.)
"Look, puddin', there's no way I'm teaching you to cook. No way, no how."
"C'moooooooon, Applejack, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee- GASP eeeeeeeeeeeease!" Pinkie Pie begged, rolling onto her knees as Applejack began to walk away, grabbing a hold of her tail to plead more efficiently.
"You be best lettin' go of my tail, or else I'll hafta get Big McIntosh in here to step on you." Applejack grumbled, attempting to leave the kitchen, to no avail.
"B-But, but Applejack, I don't know how to make ANY of the delicious apple-things your family is named after!" Pinkie whimpered, her eyes widening to glassy, tearful circles, the promise of tears glistening wetly. "I don't know how to make any apple strudels, or apple fritters, or apple pies, or apple - roast, or apple soup, or -"
"Ain't no such thing as apple soup!" Applejack said stoutly, turning back to frown at Pinkie Pie, although there was no real heat in her words. "Apple stock, maybe, but y'can't just boil an apple and drink it!"
"But see, that's why I need you to SHOW me!" Pinkie Pie cheered up immediately, her teary eyes widening in ecstasy. "You and me, we can cook together, it'll be so funfunfun! We can pretend we have a cooking show, like the ones they have during the baking festival!"
"Now, wait a golden-delicious minute--"
"AND NOW, FILLIES AND GENTLECOLTS, WELCOME TO THE PINKIE PIE AND APPLEJACK VARIETY COOKING HOUR!"