The Amorous Adventures of Donut Joe

The Amorous Adventures of Donut Joe

Chapter 1

Mister Coffee

I leaned against the counter in the donut shop, my eyes focused on Cloudy Mist.  She was efficiently bussing the tables, her tight ass pointing in my direction half the time -- and she was doing it on purpose, damn it.  I shouldn’t have ever admitted just how attractive I found her.

She was in her late teens, slender but well muscled, with a nice ass and tail, and -- of course -- beautiful wings.  Her eyes were sparkling jewels, her personality was bubbly and buoyant, and she had a great sense of humor, making her the perfect package.

She flounced back up to the counter.  “Three cinnamon rolls for table one, two glazed and one maple-glazed.  Two coffees, one mint tea.  Table two wants a sugar twist,  Prench cruller, Germane chocolate, one coffee and three cocoas.  Oh, and a chocolate-frosted vanilla long-john.”  She looked me right in the eye as she named the last, running her tongue over her lips.

I stacked the donuts neatly on the tray before pouring the drinks, ‘accidentally’ spilling a little hot coffee on my hoof to get my mind off the stirring in my loins.  I know she saw that, but she didn’t say anything.

The night passed quickly, with Cloudy Mist teasing me every chance she got.  Long after midnight, we finally cleared all the customers out of the shop.  She cleaned off the tables and mopped the lobby while I took care of the equipment behind the counter and wiped the display cases clean.  When I heard the splash of dirty mop-water being poured down the drain, I sighed.  This was it.

“All done in the lobby,” she announced.  She stood in front of the counter, twisted her head under her belly, and tugged the knot on her apron loose.  With a flick of her head, she pulled it loose and expertly tossed it over the counter into the dirty laundry basket.

I wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn’t come, so I stood there dumbly, one hoof still on the counter.

“I . . . you know, I’ll miss you, Joe.  I’ll miss this place.”

“You could stay,” I squeaked.

She shook her head.  “I belong in the sky, Joe, not here on the ground.”  She leaned over the counter and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.  “I’ll stop in whenever I’m in Canterlot.  Catch ya later!”

I watched her go, my face burning.  She put an extra sway in her walk, swishing her tail just enough to let me get a few teasing glances, and I felt my apron getting uncomfortably tight.  Tomorrow, Sweets -- my regular waitress -- would be back, and things would go back to normal, or as normal as they could be with an unfilled hole in my chest.

Once Cloudy was gone, I locked the front door and shut off the lights.  On the way back to my office, on an impulse, I grabbed her used apron out of the rag-bin.  I could still smell her scent on it.

I sat in the chair in my office, staring at nothing, her apron teasing me with its tantalizing aroma.  When Sweets had had to go on maternity leave, I’d never considered hiring a pegasus, but Cloudy demonstrated how easily she could carry trays of donuts balanced on her wings -- besides which, she was much friendlier than the crop of stuck-up unicorns who’d also applied for the job.  Useless university ponies, the lot of them.

After a week of working with Cloudy, I’d begun to notice she was unmistakingly attractive.  She was thinner than most unicorns, and more graceful, too.  Her scent was different than a unicorn’s -- more airy, more free.  I couldn’t help but watch her rump as she walked away from the counter with a trays balanced on her outstretched wings, and her grin -- I hadn’t known this until I met her, but almost all pegasi have a full set of canine teeth, which added a bit of exotic danger to her.

Of course I asked her out on a date, but she turned me down.  She didn’t have an interest in unicorns ‘that way,’ she said. I swear, as soon as she discovered my interest, she made a game of putting an extra wiggle in her walk, and her eyes were always dancing in amusement whenever she caught me looking.  Sometimes when I was talking to her, she’d run her tongue over the top of one of her canines.

I shook my head.  She was gone, and what was done was done.  I pulled open the bottom drawer of my desk -- a repository for personal items.  There wasn’t much in there, just a half-empty bottle of cinnamon schnapps and last month’s copy of Pegasluts.

I idly flipped through the magazine, but I just couldn’t get into it, even with Misty Fly as the centerfold.  I’d almost had the real thing in my hooves, and a glossy picture just wasn’t a good substitute.  Sorry, Misty.

I took a few shots of schnapps and leafed the rest of the way through the magazine, but none of the models were catching my eye.  What I needed was a real pegasus, but there weren’t that many in Canterlot, and most of them that came into the shop came with their marefriends or coltfriends.

Fate must have been smiling on me that night, because just as I was about to toss the magazine back into the desk, I turned one more page and came to the personals section of the magazine.  Whether the drink or loneliness gave me courage, I couldn’t say, but I grabbed a sheet of paper and hastily penned a letter.  I already had a post office box -- so far only used for monthly deliveries of Pegasluts -- so I gave that address.  On my way home, I dropped the letter in the mail.

On my way to work every morning, I checked my box, and for a couple of weeks there was nothing worthwhile.  I was beginning to feel like a foal for taking out the ad in the first place.  But then one morning, an envelope arrived.

A pegasus had answered my ad.  She’d sent along a photo and a note describing herself, saying that she was visiting Canterlot for the summer and wanted a unicorn for hot sex but so far she hadn’t met anypony who was interested.

As soon as I opened up the shop, I tacked her photo to the wall above my desk and read the letter over and over again.  There was a possibility that this was some kind of scam, and I didn’t want to give too much away about myself right away.  But her photograph drew me in; she had an honest-looking face.

After a few more letters back and forth, we arranged to meet at a small coffee shop near my house at the end of the week.

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She looked even better in the flesh than she did in her photograph.  I spotted her as soon as I walked into the coffee shop, sitting in a booth by herself, hunched over a small cup of espresso. Her eyes lit up when I slid into the booth across from her, and she gently ran a hoof across my cheek.  I set my coffee on the table, stirring in cream in the brief silence while we appraised each other.

“You look . . . nicer than your photo,” she said softly.

“Thank you,” I said.  “You’re a little . . . more muscled than I expected.”  I took a sip of my coffee.

She chuckled at that.  “I do a lot of exercise.  Especially my wings.”  She popped them and I nearly choked on my drink.

We made small talk for a little bit, before she leaned across the table and whispered in my ear: “You’re a very handsome stallion.  I want to make love to you.”

I felt a stirring in my loins.  I hadn’t expected her to be so direct!  Most of the unicorn mares I’d dated danced around the subject for three or four dates before they’d even consider putting out, and she’d just met me.

We walked side-by-side back to my apartment, a third-floor walk-up in a row of identical homes.  It wasn’t much, but it was mine.

As soon as I closed the door, she went for me.  Bluebell thrust her tongue into my mouth and washed it around.  I reveled in the exotic flavor, the spicy-sweet taste of her flavored with the bitter espresso.

I returned the favor, my tongue drawn to the slightly sharp tips of her canines.  My hoof found her withers and began tracing a pattern in her fur, before I moved it down to the root of a wing.  As soon as I touched it, her wings gently unfolded from her side, and I could feel them trembling under my touch.

I felt her hoof moving across my side, down under my barrel, gently sliding between my legs until she encountered my raging hard-on.  She broke the kiss and moved her hoof away, then looked me in the eyes.  “I want to suck you,” she whispered.

Not trusting myself to speak, I just nodded and moved across the room, my boner making walking slightly difficult.  I led her into the bedroom and flopped onto my bed, my dick banging painfully against my chest.  If I’d known she was going to be so forward, I would have made the bed and moved the copies of Pegasluts off the nightstand.  On the other hoof, I knew that she read it.

She glanced at the magazines for a moment and smiled.  “Can your magazine do this?” she asked, taking my dick between her lips, slicking it with her saliva, letting her spit dribble down its length to puddle on my balls.

I’d waited so long to get sucked off by a pegasus, and she knew how to please a dick with her mouth.  Her face bobbed furiously up and down my cock, putting just the right amount of pressure on my swollen knob.  On some of her strokes, she raked lightly up and down the tender flesh with her teeth.

My eyes were so big I thought they might pop out of my head.  Her wings were fully outstretched, flexing back and forth as she went down.  I reached out, gently touching them right at the base.  I could feel them trembling under my hooves.

Bluebell looked up at me with her dreamy eyes.  “You have a nice big dick,” she said, her sweet lips sparkling with saliva and maybe a little pre-cum.

“Thank you,” I said.  “You, um, have really pretty wings.”

“Mmmm.”  Her response was muffled by a mouthful of cock.

“I like to lick,” she explained when she came up for air again.  Instead of going back down on my cock, she licked down my shaft, tongued my balls, and licked around the base of my tail.  She returned her attention to my dick for a moment, before kissing the inside of my thigh.

She moved up my barrel, kissing as she went.  Up my neck and across my cheek, she nibbled gently at the tip of an ear before moving her attention to my horn.  She licked around the base and up and down, finally taking it into her mouth, very gently nibbling.  I’d never had a mare do that before, and it drove me crazy.  My hips were thrusting at nothing, and one of her wings was right in front of my face.  When it brushed against my muzzle, I gave it a gentle bite and felt her tremble and suck in a shivering breath.

At long last, she returned to my dick.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on holding out for as long as I could, before I released my orgasm into her busy mouth.  At the first surge, she gently ran a hoof up the bottom of my quivering cock as she milked me with her talented lips.

I could see her swallowing the loads of jism I was shooting into her throat.  Her eyes were half-closed in pleasure, and her wings were quivering in excitement.  When I finished, she swallowed one more time before letting my dick out of her mouth.

She lay down next to me, one wing draped across my barrel.  Her forehoof moved up to play with my mane.  “That was so good.  I always wanted to do that to a unicorn.”  Her hoof lightly bopped my horn.  “Pegasi are too quick to come, and not as big.”

We lay like that for a little while as I came down from my massive orgasm, before I turned my attention to her body.  I played with her wing, caressing the soft feathers with my hoof and mouth, while she toyed with my ears and horn.  When my hoof finally reached under her thigh, she rolled off me, spreading her wings across my bed.  I kissed my way down her barrel, her scent growing stronger and stronger as I neared her marehood.

After suckling her nipples, I moved lower on the bed and got my first look at her.  She was wet to the base of her tail, a succulent dew on her cute pink pussy.  I dove between her legs and sank my tongue into her, running it over her labia, tracing the border with short laps, interspersed with gentle bites and nuzzles on her clit.  I had one hoof on a wing while the other was wrapped around her leg.  It wasn’t long before she shuddered under my ministrations.  She let out a long moan as she thrust herself into my muzzle, coating me further in her sticky juices.

I gently kissed up and down her body, paying particular attention to her wings.  She writhed on the bed as my tongue and lips ran over her feathers, and I thought I might drive her to orgasm again.  I didn’t, but it was close.  Her hoof was working between her legs as I finished her left wing, and her breath was coming shorter and shorter.  I lay my head down on her leg, watching her delicately rub up against her clit, her fetlock already soaked in her juices.  She held it still for a moment as her whole body tensed, before she let out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure.

She lay there for a moment as her breathing returned to normal, then rolled over onto her belly, angling her hips so that her rear was sticking up.  She flicked her tail at my muzzle, and I could smell her sweet nectar dripping off it.  She didn’t have to say a word; I knew what she wanted.

I climbed over, being careful not to step on her outstretched wings.  She tensed as my cock touched her hole, and I entered her slowly, stretching the pleasure out as long as I could.

As soon as she felt my balls against her clit, she began to urgently thrust up and down with her hips.  Abandoning all thoughts of restraint, I matched her pace as she started muttering “Fuck me, Joe.  Oh, fuck me.  Fuck me hard.”

I was never one to disrespect the wishes of a lady, so I began to pull halfway out before slamming back into her, my balls banging against her clit with each stroke.  I couldn’t believe I was actually fucking a pegasus, but there she was, her forelegs gripping a pillow tightly as my dick slammed into her again and again.

She came just a moment before me, her cries stringing together into a long moan into the pillow, wings fluttering helplessly on the rumpled bedspread.  It was too much for me to take; I tensed my hind legs and I shot my load into her.

The two of us lay there panting, my cock still deep inside her.  I could feel sweat and cum and her spunk coating my balls.  Amazingly, my hard-on was as stiff as ever, wanting more.  I began thrusting again, drawing on reserves of strength and endurance I didn’t know I had.

“I want to be on top this time,” she whispered.  I stopped mid-thrust as my oversexed brain processed what she’d said.  Without answering, I pulled out of her and lay on the bed next to her.  I’d never done it with the mare on top before -- the unicorns I’d been with all wanted to do it the traditional way.

She got to her hooves, balancing carefully on the mattress.  She climbed over me, positioning herself over my belly.  She kissed me deeply, her tongue darting across my teeth, as she slid her dripping pussy up my soaking shaft.

Bluebell worked her hips back and forth, her moist lips painting my shaft and belly, before she finally was satisfied with her positioning, and pushed back.  For just a moment the head of my cock was pressing against her clit, before it slid into her pussy.

She rocked slowly back and forth in an easy rhythm.  It was the most incredible feeling; our barrels were pressed tightly together and I could feel her nipples sliding against my fur and her heart throbbing in her chest.  Our tongues were locked together, and I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment.

She was insatiable; she must have climaxed five times while we were coupled.  I finally felt her pulling away from me, but she stayed on my dick, slowly riding it up and down.  She’d leaned back far enough that when I looked down I could see her lips sliding up and down my glistening shaft.

She slid me all the way inside, rocking her hips side to side.  I reached down and grabbed her hips, guiding her up and down.  I felt her clenching again, and pulled her down against my crotch and came with her.

Bluebell collapsed on top of me, nuzzling just under my chin.  She kissed me lightly before tucking her head against my chest.  I wrapped a hoof around her and pulled her close, breathing in the airy scent of her mane.

We lay like that as the sun slowly descended, painting the room in beautiful reds and oranges.  Both of us dozed a little bit.  Finally, she stirred, glancing out the window at the last vestiges of the sunset.  I followed her eyes -- I never really noticed what was outside my window any more, but it was a beautiful sight.  The lights of Canterlot twinkled under the violet sky, while the towers of the castle glowed a brilliant reddish-orange.

“One more time?” she whispered.

“I don’t know if I can,” I admitted.

She got a cute little pout on her face.  “A big strong unicorn like you?  I bet you can.”  She began to slide her hips back and forth over my crotch.  I felt a slight stirring, but nothing rose.  The mind was willing, but the flesh was weak.

She didn’t let that deter her.  She climbed off me, turning around and lying on my chest.  I could feel her hot breath against the head of my dick, which was still hiding in its sheath.  More importantly, her sweet little pussy was right in my face, still damp from our earlier lovemaking.  I took a deep breath of the heady scent just as her tongue worked under the edge of my sheath.  I felt a surge in my loins, and a warm mouth closed over the tip of my dick.

She ran her tongue over the head, circling my dick-hole before slobbering down my length and licking my balls.  As my cock hardened, she slowly worked herself up and down my length.

Satisfied that her attentions had had the desired result, she jumped off the bed, landing lightly by the window.  She flicked her tail invitingly, and I climbed out of bed.

“Right here,” she whispered.  I was only too glad to oblige, mounting her in full sight of anypony who cared to look.  I could see her reflection in the window; she had a distant look in her eyes and a small smile.  Was she thinking of somepony else?  I found the thought didn’t bother me; I was balls-deep in a beautiful pegasus, and whatever she was thinking of didn’t change that.

When we finally finished, I pulled out of her and stood next to her, just looking out the window.  I felt her wing brush against my back and moved closer.  We watched the moon rise together, then she climbed into my bed, sliding under the covers.  I stayed there a moment longer, thinking about the hours of sex we’d already had . . . I’d been hoping to just get my rocks off once, maybe twice.  I hadn’t expected us to spend the whole evening at it, nor had I expected her to stay.

There was no reason to complain about my good luck, though.  I climbed into bed and snuggled up against her.  She curled into me, and I put a hoof over her withers, gripping her tightly like a dream I hoped would never end.