Fall

"And who else did I catch there than the famous, self-proclaimed to be in a satisfying relationship Rainbow Dash?" Laughter ran through the bakery's bottom floor. There, Pinkie sat with the stallion of her choice, Pokey Pierce, on the sofa by the side wall. The Cakes were out for the evening, so she had taken the opportunity to invite him for some sweets on the house and a sleepover. Now, all that remained of his original visit were some crumbs and empty dishes, stashed away somewhere she would not have to clean them until the next morning. The moon was the only remaining source of light, hiding the rest of the bakery but giving them clear sight of each other.

"Oh Pinkie, that's nothing. Guess who I found in the same place: The one and only Caramel," Pokey replied once he had caught his breath. Though Pinkie usually was not hard to amuse, a disturbing silence followed. "Did I say something wrong?" He turned his head to find her staring at him with an empty expression.

She pounced him like a wild tiger, knocking him onto his back. "Shut up and kiss me," she murmured before bending down until their lips met.

There was no clear aggressor in that battle as each fought without mercy to push the other back into their own mouth. However, when they disconnected at last, they both felt as winners. "You dirty mare," he breathed as he spun them around so that he was on top. One of his hooves made the journey down from caressing her face over her chest to her secret weakness: Belly rubs. She melted to his touch, giving off little moans as he kneaded her tender flesh. "You can't hold your joy, can you?" He brought their heads together once more. While Pinkie was busy with his assault, his hoof went down the final distance. She shrieked in surprise once he arrived there, but he swallowed all of her sounds and worries. "Filthy, dirty mare. You want me, you need me," he whispered into her ear while his hoof traveled back up to her chest. A clear trail marked its way.

"Mmh." She caught his hoof and licked it clean. "Doesn't taste that dirty to me." Reluctant as he was, she made him share a taste of it. Neither of them were strangers to love, but they felt that they had to obey the rules like proper adults. There had been no real contact between them yet; They knew how it was from elsewhere and had mutually decided to save it for a later time. Of course, that rule did not apply to hugs, kisses, naughty jokes, teasing, or the occasional rub. Some would say that rarely a day passed without one getting a taste of the other, but who were those ponies to stand in their way? "Besides, don't pretend you're any different." One of her own legs made its way between them, finding its goal halfway down. "You're staining me!"

"It just loves your silk," he whispered back, lightly jerking and nibbling on her ear. "No one to blame, is there?"

Pinkie followed every one of his movements in advance, determined to deny him the pleasure of friction. "You're so eager. Not now, colt. The pie factory is closed for tonight." She drew in a sharp breath when one of his hindlegs shot up without warning. A wet gulch confirmed that he had hit his mark. She snapped her own legs together and shoved his away. "Ngh, due to flooding, you hungry colt."

"Oh really? Well at least the front workers are still serving." He released her ear and pulled back to create some more space between them. Even though it meant leaving behind her infinite warmth, he knew it had to be done. The payout would be all the sweeter.

"I said quit it." Pinkie rolled out from under him, but stopped in mid-air before she made contact with the floor. "No, I didn't. Huh. Well, I guess I did said my pie factory was closed, but what saided the taffy..." Gravity caught up with her, dropping her down the final distance. She picked herself up and shook the dust from her coat like a wet puppy. "Anyway. I'd say it's about time to go upstairs and fix you a bed for the night, 'cause you won't be sleeping in mine tonight, colt." Through the silence that followed, he could hear a drop of liquid hit the floor. "Or maybe you will, if you're good." She turned towards the stairs and winked at him in more than one way. "Alley-oop, my colt!" She bounced on the spot waiting, just out of reach for him.

"Says she like I'm the one that wants it." He sat up straight and launched himself off of the sofa. At least, he had intended to do so. In the last moment before takeoff, he realised that a tiny shard in his back hoof - one he had been meaning to fix for months already - had gotten caught in the covers and threatened to hold him back. With a yelp much more befitting of Pinkie than him, he reached for the first object that would stop him from falling fact first to the floor. Fortunately, he grasped her shoulders in his blind panic. Unfortunately, she was not in the slightest bit prepared and could not have carried his weight if she had been. Still he pulled himself up in a desperate attempt to escape gravity's pull.

Pinkie's legs gave in soon after he grabbed, sending both of them to the floor. However, that was not what worried her as another force overtook her mind. "Eek, no, get off... out of me!"

It took the haze in his head a good second to let him feel why she had called out. One thing was for certain, he thought, his aim was flawless. It had been her fault for making it possible for him to slip in so easily, he reasoned. "So sorry, Pinkie, I'll get right out and we'll never talk about it again." As he was still struggling to comprehend what had happened so quickly, it took him another few seconds to figure out how he could get off of her.

Within those few seconds, the door clicked, the lights turned on, and two wide-eyed ponies stepped into the room. "Oh," the stallion of the two mumbled. His wife remained silent and walked past them through the room.

"These are not your parents, right Pinkie?" Pokey whispered into her ear. He did not bother disconnecting any more; There was nothing it could still fix.

"No," she hissed back. "You can tell by that you're still alive. Now move it before I begin to enjoy this." Through only minor force on her part, they both came back to their hooves. "Well hello back Mister and Misses Cake. I know that you are not going to believe me, but this actually was just an accident and you walked in at the wrong second. A very freaky accident, Pinkie Swear! Oh, and the twins are safe and asleep."

Mr Cake unpacked their bags somewhere in a corner without making a sound. Meanwhile, Mrs Cake rummaged through a cupboard. "You're an adult, and we are not your parents. Still, you have a room, Pinkie." She threw a small plastic wrapper to Pinkie. It was not candy, that much was obvious. "Use it, and that, unless you really want your own twins. You won't be disturbed, and no more mention of this."

"Yes, Misses Cake. Didn't expect you to believe it anyway." She looked back at Pokey with the wrapper between her teeth. "Come on, big boy. We still need to fix your bed."

That night, he had to endure many falls.