Six Tales of One Night Stands

“Pinkie, we’re about to close up shop!” Mrs. Cake called out. “Bring down the children!”

The pink mare hopped down the steps with the two twins holstered on her back. A wide grin beamed across her face.

“Alrighty! Here they are!” Pinkie exclaimed passing the two foals over to their mother. “I’ll make sure to lock up before you leave!”

“Well, you seem happier than normal, Pinkie,” Mrs. Cake stated. “Are you planning something while we’re gone?”

“Who, me?!” Pinkie grinned widely. “Why, of course not! I’m just in a really super-duper mood right now!”

The blue mare looked at Pinkie with a curious look. She’d always been a hyper pony, but her face seemed a little too gleeful, especially knowing that she hated parting from the children.

“I know, but you seem a little…”

“Bubbly!” Pinkie interrupted. “Bubblier than normal right!?”

“Well, yeah,” Mrs. Cake answered, puzzled about Pinkie’s incredibly joyous expression. She was going to question it further, but then realized it wasn’t worth it. Pinkie will be her random Pinkie-ish self.

“Okay then. We’ll see you in the morning, Pinkie.” Mrs. Cake lifted the two sleeping foals on her back and carried them out the door.

“Bye bye, Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie Pie waved, watching the storekeeper leave. The pink mare waited until the Cakes walked away in the town streets, making sure they were out of sight. Her grin grew even wider as anticipation filled her.

“Only about thirty minutes before he gets here!” she exclaimed to herself under the soft light of kitchen, bouncing around in anticipation. “Oh please please please please don’t take so long!”

The impatient pony waited and waited, checking the window for anypony in sight. Her eccentric attitude waned after waiting for fifteen minutes. She plopped to the ground, sighing sadly.

“Maybe he forgot about me,” she whined. Pinkie Pie fell to the floor, hope leaving her completely.

That was, until she heard constant tapping on the door. Her ears perked and she darted towards the door to see who it could possibly be. Opening it, she saw the navy blue colt smiling back at her.

“POKEY!” She pounced on top of him, sending him crashing to the ground below. He looked up to come face-to-face with the beaming mare who tackled him.

“What took you so long!? I was sitting here worried that you had forgotten about tonight! It was nerve-wracking! I was considering going out and looking for you if you didn’t show up!”

“Pinkie, it’s only been fifteen minutes,” Pokey chuckled. “I live on the other side of town, so I don’t see how you expected me to show up so quick.”

“But the fifteen minutes were soooooo loooong!” Pinkie pouted childishly, slapping her hooves softly on Pokey’s chest. He couldn’t help but laugh at Pinkie’s behavior.

“Well, if you get off of me and invite me in, we can make up for lost time,” Pokey suggested, licking his lips so Pinkie would catch on.

“Oh?” The spontaneous mare caught on faster than he had expected, lifting herself off and gesturing him to come inside. Pokey dusted himself off and followed her inside the shop, using his magic to close the door behind him.

“Oh wow, this is exciting,” Pinkie stated, back to her bubbly mood. “It has been a while since I ever did this with another colt. I mean, I get some satisfaction with my toy, Mr. Squishy, at some times, but that can only do so much and you’re really awesome and fun and I think that you’re also kinda cute so why not do this with somepony who is… mnph…”

Pokey interrupted Pinkie’s long-winded speech by pressing his mouth against hers and snaking his tongue inside. Pinkie was still muffling, trying to continue her speech. She eventually began to moan in his mouth, relinquishing to his warm tongue and exploring his maw, expertly wrestling inside his mouth.

Completely lost in bliss, Pinkie submitted to whatever Pokey wanted, allowing him to push her on top of the counter and position himself over her. After three more minutes of making out, they broke the kiss, a single strand of saliva being the only thing connecting the two. Pinkie was breathing heavily, completely splayed on top of the counter and at the mercy of Pokey. The colt lapped his tongue along Pinkie’s body, moving lower and lower, caressing her thighs and squeezing them. Pinkie squeaked out moans of pleasure at his teasing.

Pokey painted his tongue along Pinkie’s body until he reached noticeably leaking vagina, eager to drink from her fountain.

“P... Pokey,” she moaned out, trying to keep her words coherent. “Thi… this feels really good and all, but I think… oh… we should take this somewhere else.”

“Oh, what happened to you waiting for this for so long?” Pokey teased tickling her clit with the tip of her hooves. “I thought I was doing you a favor.”

Pinkie wiggled a little at Pokey playing with her pink pearl. “Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d ravage me where other ponies eat. You already got a little puddle going, Casanova; I don’t want to have to clean up too much.”

“Do you really care?”

“I wouldn’t if kids weren’t a factor,” Pinkie stated, still trembling from the foreplay.

“I’ll keep note of that,” Pokey cooed, getting off of the counter. “Well, since I’m such a gentlecolt, how about I let you ride my back while we go to your room so I can finish my snack?”

“Okey dokey!” Pinkie exclaimed shakily, rolling off the counter and positioning herself on top of Pokey, riding him as they headed up the stairs to continue their play session.

~~~

Pokey lowered the mare on the bed, leaving her waist hanging off the edge. Pokey spread her legs apart, revealing her still leaking sex. He licked his lips in anticipation.

“Think I can outdo Mr. Squishy?” he cooed.

“I don’t know. How about digging in so I can find out,” Pinkie teased seductively.

It didn’t take Pokey anytime to pick up where he left off. He flicked her moist nub rapidly, circling his tongue around her lump. Pinkie closed her leg on his head, holding him in place.

“You’re really good at eating me out,” she moaned, bearing a small, satisfied smile, “you’ve done this before haven’t you?”

Pokey just smiled at the poofy-haired mare, continuing his services for her, lolling his tongue around her folds. Pinkie bucked her hips as he slipped his tongue inside her vagina, pushing in and out while swirling it around, exploring her cave.

“Oh Pokey! Keep this up and I’ll exploooode!”

Pinkie bit down on her lower lip, melting under Pokey’s tongue pleasuring her pussy. He used his hooves to grab her haunches, slapping them playfully. Pinkie couldn’t hold out any longer.

“Pokey! I’m about to… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”

Pokey buried his muzzle into her, preparing to drink the sweet nectar she was bound to release. Streams of hot, sticky fluids shot into his mouth and face. Pokey got his fill of Pinkie’s flow of juices, and swallowed what managed to find its way into his mouth. He let go of her and joined her on the bed, watching her as she panted and quivered, her tongue lolling out like a puppy.

“So, what did you think?” Pokey asked, stroking Pinkie’s wild hair. Pinkie rolled to her side, facing Pokey and smiled widely.

“Yep! Definitely better than Mr. Squishy!”

Pokey laughed, lying beside his partner with his hooves on his chest. “Well, all we have to do now is sit here for a while and I can do that to you again.”

“Why wait?!” Pinkie asked confused before half closing her eyes in seductive way. “How about I get a little taste of what you have?”

Pokey frowned a little, inching away from the pink pony.

“Um, I’d rather we wait so I could service you again,” Pokey refused, grinning awkwardly.

“Nonsense! This is Pinkamena Diane Pie you’re talking about, and Pinkie doesn’t leave another pony unsatisfied!”

“No it’s alright, Pinkie. I don’t have to…”

Pokey couldn’t finish his sentence before Pinkie crawled over to his lap and lowered her hoof to his pelvis. She began playing with Pokey’s sheath, anticipating his erection. Pokey tried to avoid being aroused, but his body had other intentions.

“I can’t wait to give it a taste,” Pinkie purred, licking her lips and playing with Pokey’s testes. “I bet it tastes as sweet as candy!”

“Pinkie, please don’t…”

Pokey’s penis began to reveal itself. It hardened under Pinkie’s touch, eventually becoming fully erect. However, it didn’t make it too far in length once it finally revealed itself.

“Wow, is this it?!” Pinkie replied, holding back a giggle.

“Yeah, make it worse why don’t you?” Pokey pouted blushing in embarrassment.

“No, it’s fine, really!” Pinkie stated trying to get Pokey to lighten up. “It’s actually really cute!”

Pinkie squished her face with her hooves and started making faces at the shaft. “Hey there, little guy! Aren’t you the most adorable wittle thing I ever saw on a pony! Pokey, do you take care of the little guy?”

“PINKIE!” Pokey hissed in agitation. His erection began to recede due to his humiliation. “I get it! I’m not hung like a horse, okay! It doesn’t help that you’re teasing me about it.”

“I’m sorry,” Pinkie apologized, quivering her lips and giving a small saddened expression. “I can still work with it. I just want to make you feel good.”

“Just forget it.” Pokey rolled off of his back and sat on the bed, looking away from Pinkie. “You wouldn’t get much enjoyment out of it anyways.”

Pinkie put a hoof to her chin, trying to find a way to return the favor without sucking him down. She looked at Pokey, sighing and looking highly disappointed. She couldn't help but feel kind of bad for the blue, swirly-maned colt with the long horn…

Wait, that was it!

“Pokey, I don’t have to play with your friend down below in order for you to get satisfied right?!”

The colt raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Pinkie smiled seductively and wiggled her way towards Pokey. His eyes widened as she came face to face with her.

“I’m talking about your friend on your head.” She cooed, kissing his forehead and continuing upwards. She licked the base of his horn, streaking her way up to the tip. Pokey gasped at the unexpected pleasure he was receiving.

“P... Pinkie, I would advise against… ooh… doing that,” Pokey suggested, trying to stifle his sounds of pleasure. Pinkie just giggled at Pokey.

“Why would I stop? You apparently seem to like it since you were just moaning a second ago!” Pokey’s face flushed when Pinkie pointed that out, causing her to giggle some more. “Don’t worry Pokey, I’ll make you feel real good!”

Without another word, Pinkie wrapped her lips around Pokey’s long horn and bobbed her head. She kept the rhythm going, swirling her tongue around his horn. Pokey panted, enjoying Pinkie’s moist lips wrapped around him. It rivaled the pleasure of getting his shaft serviced. Pinkie blew on him a little while longer, becoming extremely aroused. Pokey noticed that her vulva was leaking onto the sheets. After a few more licks, Pinkie relinquished his horn from his mouth.

“Hmm, I wonder…” She smiled widely, showing her full set of pearly whites. Pokey was confused on why Pinkie was so happy, until she turned around and displayed her love tunnel to him. She stood on her hooves and positioned herself above Pokey’s head. It didn’t take him that long to realize what she was doing.

“Wait! Pinkie don’t…”

Pinkie ignored Pokey’s pleads and lowered herself on his horn, jolting as her vagina hit the tip.

“Oooh, pointy!”

She carefully sunk into the horn, making sure not to damage her insides, and slowly moved her hips up and down. It felt awkward, but after some adjustment, Pinkie found herself enjoying it immensely.

“Oh Pokey!” she moaned, speeding up the pace and swaying her hips to gain more pleasure. “I think I prefer your horn over your little cute penis any day!”

Pokey bit down on his lower lip as Pinkie sunk his horn deeper inside her, eventually taking it from the hilt. With her pussy resting on top of Pokey’s head, she gyrated her hips, leaking fluids on Pokey’s mane.

Pinkie bounced lightly and moaned with each press, leaving a trail of her arousal leaking down Pokey’s horn.

“Oh, I think I’m gonna explode again!” Pinkie exclaimed, picking up the pace.

Pokey noticed his horn glowing. He was reaching his limits as well, and knew this wouldn’t bode well for Pinkie.

“Okay, that’s enough! Get off now before…”

“I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore!!” Pinkie moaned at the top of her lungs, releasing a second stream of liquids careening down Pokey’s face. His horn’s glow intensified as he felt the results of her sexual services taking effect.

“PINKIE!!”

Without warning, a beam of magic trusted into Pinkie, propelling her off of his horn and onto the hardwood floor with a thud. Pokey let the euphoria wane before checking in on Pinkie.

“Pinkie, are you alright?”

No response. Just Pinkie lying on the ground, still leaking and riding out her orgasm.

“Pinkie?!”

~~~

The Cakes and Pokey waited in the lounge of the hospital, waiting for the results to come back. Pokey was extremely nervous, looking back at the concerned shop owners who were glaring him down. If Pinkie didn’t come out alright, it would be his head.

After what felt like eons, Nurse Redheart stepped out of the operation room and walked towards the Cakes.

“So how is she?” Mrs. Cake asked worriedly.

Redheart sighed. “She’ll be fine. Just a minor concussion from the impact.”

“That’s a relief,” Mrs. Cake replied, turning her attention to Pokey. “Young stallion, why on earth did you allow her to do such a foolish thing!?

“Allow? I urged her not to!” Pokey defended. “I’m genuinely sorry, but it’s not my fault!”

“You could have just left and said no, and then Pinkie wouldn’t be in this situation! Furthermore, you never had to accept her offer in the first place! You should have been doing something more eventful instead of doing that with…”

“Honey, calm down,” Mr. Cake said, placing a hoof on her back. “We can’t fault him for doing something everypony at that age does.”

Mrs. Cake sighed, “I guess you’re right. Still though, I wish this young man would have urged her to do things the more natural way.”

Pokey shifted his eyes away from the couple. He didn’t want his disposition to be brought back up.

“She’s awake now, but it’s best if she stays here for a few days to make sure she’s perfectly fine. She did say she wanted to talk to this young colt here, if that’s okay with you two.”

Mr. Cake nodded to his wife, approving in letting Pokey see Pinkie.

“It’s fine with us,” Mrs. Cake agreed.

“Well alright then. Mr. Pokey, please follow me.”

Pokey followed the nurse into the operation room. Pinkie was nestled in the covers, eating a plate of apple sauce and salad. A bandage was wrapped around her head as well as an ice pack to ease the headache.

“Pokey!” she exclaimed, holding her hooves out in anticipation for a hug. He trotted to her and wrapped his hooves around her, hugging her tightly.

“Wow, what a night that was! One second I’m riding on top of your horn, and the next second, I’m waking up in a hospital!”

“Yeah, sorry about that, by the way,” Pokey apologized. “I should never had…”

“What’s to be sorry about! You made this little pony feel really really good last night! Didn’t it feel good to you as well?!”

“Well yeah but…”

“Then there’s nothing to be apologetic about! Last night was a party, and you know how much I love parties! If anything, I should be thanking you for such a good time!”

Pokey couldn’t help but smile. Good, old Pinkie; nothing seemed to faze her, even an orgasm sending her halfway across the room.

“Soooo…. when do you think we can do that again?”

Pokey’s eyes twitched at her question.

“AGAIN!?”