The morning sun was creeping over the horizon, painting the skies a purple and orange hue as it graced the land with its life-giving warmth. The early morning light crept through the window of the stagecoach, stirring Jetstream from his peaceful slumber.

He let out a yawn, stretching his stiff muscles until he felt a series of satisfying pops throughout his body, feeling somewhat sore from the aftermath of last night's activities. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and saw the chaos that was now Trixie's living room. Her couch was on its side and full of cum stains, the furniture was flipped over, and the radio was smashed to pieces...

Wait how the hell did that happen..? he mused to himself before he winced from a sharp pain on his upper back and left wing. Confused, he spread his wing, only to find the antenna to the radio stuck between his feathers. Then it occurred him:

They were playing Nude Twister, just to add some variety to the night. It was to the point where both Trixie and Shadow Spell lost their balance and fell, making him the winner. As a prize, he got to request whatever he wanted from Trixie, and blurted out, "Go all out on me while Shadow watches." Much to his surprise, she did indeed go all out on him: by her charging at him and tackling him to the ground, breaking the radio and the nightstand it stood on. Then she straddled him and rode him harder than he'd ever been ridden before.

At the time, it was hot as hell, but now he was paying the price for it. “Meh. Nothing I can’t handle.” he thought to himself. His thoughts were cut short when his stomach let out a loud growl, much like Shadow's did last night. He looked to see if anypony heard him, but he found that he was the only one awake at the moment, and then found a most interesting sight. He found Trixie and Shadow sound asleep, holding each other tenderly as they slept, not unlike any couple he’s seen throughout his life. Jetstream couldn't help but smile to see his friend in such a peaceful and comfortable state, sleeping as if he didn't have a care in the world. A state he may not see again for a while.

Jet silently walked to his heap of clothing and picked up his pants. He retrieved his cell phone, setting it to silent and turning on the camera. He walked back over to the sleeping pair, angling the phone so that it would capture both ponies' faces. When he was satisfied with the screenshot, he snapped the camera, capturing the two perfectly as they cuddled. He'd save it for later, it was sure to come in handy somewhere down the line. His stomach let out another growl, indicating that it needed some nourishment. He gathered his discarded clothing, got dressed and silently left the stagecoach in search for some breakfast for everyone.

The scent of fresh morning dew filled Jetstream's nostrils as he took a deep, refreshing breath. To him, it felt so much better than breathing in the air in Canterlot, or any other city for that matter, because the air here actually smelled and felt clean. Unlike having the scent of asphalt and exhaust from the train fill one's lungs, he could smell the fresh, natural vegetation the quaint town had. The only other exception to him would be Cloudsdale, which to him, is a close second on his 'Places with the best fresh air' list, if only because it lacked any sort of vegetation. Speaking of scents, he could smell a faint aroma of delicious, mouth-watering fresh, baked goods, off in the distance, making his stomach growl yet again. He took another deep whiff to determine where the source of the enticing smell was. To his delight, it wasn't too far away.

“Alright! That saves me the trouble of having to look around for breakfast!” he mused to himself. He spread his wings, and took to the air in the direction of the wonderful aroma.

He didn't do more than a few flaps before his left wing seized up due to his wild night, and he face-planted on the ground. He fell hard enough that his legs went over his head, doing what most athletes dub 'the scorpion tail'. With a patch of grass stuck on his forehead, he groaned, "Ow...my pride."

After making doubly sure that nopony saw his embarrassing fall, Jetstream took off on hoof, following the same, mouth-watering aroma until he arrived at a gingerbread house. He couldn't help but smile at the irony: a bakery made to look like a sweet treat. Not exactly an original idea, but funny nonetheless. Were it not for a particular organ demanding to be fed, he would have admired the building a little longer. As it stood, he would have to admire it another time.

Pushing the swinging door open, Jet found himself in a spacious room filled with the orange hue of the rising sun. To his surprise, the simple wooden tables stood empty, indicating that he somehow beat the breakfast rush. Choosing not to question his luck, he noticed that his sense of smell was being overwhelmed with the scent of so many warm, tasty, confectionary goodies coming right out of the oven and put on display for the customers, which he suspected would come soon, to browse and buy to their heart's content.

There were dozens upon dozens of different treats to choose from, and they all looked and smelled so delicious! Jetstream couldn't imagine a single pony who wouldn't be able to find what they were looking for here. It seemed that even the pickiest of eaters would find something they would enjoy here! He'd visited a lot of bakeries during his time as a Wonderbolt, some of them even living up to their reputation and more. This bakery, however, seemed to be on par, if not equal, to many of the larger bakeries throughout Equestria. One would never think that baked goods of this quality would be found in such a town like this.

As he was looking at the pastries, and trying to decide on what to get the others, he noticed a pink mare with a white apron coming out of what looked like the kitchen, carrying out a tray of fresh baked apple turnovers. He offered a friendly smile, and waved. "Good morning."

The pink mare stopped, her voluminous, curly pink mane bouncing at the sudden movement of her head, and gave Jetstream the biggest smile he's ever seen. However, her smile and friendly expression soon dropped to a more shocked, surprised one, as if she just discovered some money in her pockets. Then she let out a very loud, surprised gasp. "You're new! I know everypony's face in this town and I've never seen your face before, so that means you're a new face in town! Of course I like seeing old faces too, not that there are that many old ponies in Ponyville, but I've seen their faces before, and I just love meeting new faces!" She said in a very fast, excitable pace that most would find difficult to keep up with. Before he could get a word in edgewise, he was caught off guard when she practically vaulted over the counter and gave him a very big, if unexpected, hug, "Welcome, welcome, welcome to Ponyville Mr. New Face! I'm Pinkie Pie, and I'm really, really, really happy to meet you!"

Although he was caught off guard with the hug, it wasn't the first time he'd been in this situation before, the only real difference being that he normally got this kind of reaction after they find out who he is, rather than beforehand. Then again, *normal* seemed to be a relative term when it came to this bubbly mare. It's not to say that her enthusiasm and positive, if excitable, energy was unwelcome. He rather enjoyed such happy meetings, unlike a certain unicorn he knew. He had to suppress his laughter when he imagined how mortified Shadow Spell would be if he was in his place, which would undoubtedly cause a very awkward situation very quickly. He chuckled as he cast those thoughts aside, and politely returned the hug. "I'm Jetstream. The pleasure's all mine, Pinkie Pie."

"Jetstream? Where have I heard that name before?" Pinkie asked out loud. "Oh, yeah! You're that one Wonderbolt my friend keeps talking about! She really likes the way you perform in your shows, but she's also pretty sure she can beat and outperform you. She's in the Wonderbolt reserves after all, but then again she keeps saying that she's unbeatable in the air. But I think she's right! She is really, really, really fast, and I mean that she flies really fast, not fast in bed," she giggled.

"Your friend's in the Wonderbolt reserves? What's her name, and more importantly, how big are her boobs?" Jetstream asked with mounting interest.

"Sorry, but I made a Pinkie Promise not to tell you if I were to ever meet you. And you don't ever break a Pinkie Promise! It's the only thing that's more important than breathing! You break a Pinkie Promise, you may as well stop breathing!"

"Oh, it’s that important to you? Must be a hell of a promise then. Wait, if it's more important than breathing, why are you breathing now?"

"Because I made a Pinkie Promise to myself to not stop breathing unless I'm swimming! Or need to keep from smelling the smelly smell of something that smells smelly!"

Jetstream stood there for a moment blinking as he tried to comprehend her reasoning. "...good call. So, how big are your friend's boobs again?" He asked shamelessly, a question that was met with an incredulous expression from the pink mare, "Hey, I'm only asking for aerodynamic purposes...for the most part. After all, if she is claiming that she could beat and outperform me, then big, bouncy and attractive tits could actually be a big disadvantage to her...and me too if I’m trying to sneak a peek. "

"Hee, hee, hee! I can't tell you that, silly! That's kinda like me asking you how big your best friend's iffy stiffy is! You wouldn't know something like that unless you’ve been in a super duper wild party!" Pinkie stated with absolute certainty.

Jetstream let out a nervous chuckle, and rubbed his neck while avoiding eye contact with her, "Yeah...heh, heh...wouldn't know anything about that at all. I totally didn't have a threesome with some random, horny showmare with my best friend in her stagecoach while he went all out on her. We didn't trash the place at all, and I certainly didn't rail her in the stink hole while he got her moist cave . Nope. Not at all..."

Pinkie blinked a few times after hearing that strangely specific and detailed denial, then giggled. "You're funny! Not that I'd have thought less of you if you did. I totally would've found that hot if you did get kinky like that."

"You would?” he asked, somewhat surprised from her answer. While unexpected, it wasn't an unwelcome sentiment in the least. He just couldn't picture a seemingly hyper mare such as her being so open to such things. Just goes to show that one shouldn't judge a book by its poofy, voluptuous, and busty cover, "Heh, that's strangely reassuring. Thanks"

"No problem! Now, normally I’d chit-chat your ear off and even give you an invitation to a super awesome ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party and possibly get you to 'pin the tail on the Pinkie', but I really do need to get back to work, because I’m only gonna be here half a day because I have pressing matters to attend to! And you know what happens when you don’t attend to pressing matters, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah. I know all too well what happens,” he said, “The matters don’t get attended to and the next thing you know, everything starts to pile on you one right after the other when you still have to take care of the original pressing matter! Even when you finish that, you’ve got so much crap you’ve gotta take care of that you don’t know where to begin, and then you start to feel so overwhelmed that you start to stress over the tiniest details, which causes you to binge on sweets for an entire day and even with all of that sugary goodness in your belly, you get so royally pissed off because at that time you realize that you just wasted an entire, freaking day doing absolutely nothing , that you either wanna scream from the top of your lungs, punch the nearest inanimate object or find the nearest person of the opposite gender and buck the living hell out of them to relieve the stress you’ve accumulated because nothing relieves stress better than a really hard, fucking orgasam!” Jetstream ranted, emphasizing the last three words with three hard hip thrusts.

The pink mare just stared blankly at the stallion as he went on an all too familiar style of ranting, “Say, do you know Twilight Sparkle? You sounded a lot like her just now.”

Jetstream’s ears perked up at the mention of his close friend, then he had a mischievous smirk tug at the corner of his lips, “You mean the unicorn mare with the rose colored streak on her mane and tail that loves to read? The mare that stresses out and panics when things don’t go according to plan or if the answer she's looking for isn’t in a book? And did she try just a little too hard to show Princess Celestia that she was a good student before she became the Princess of Friendship?”

Pinkie’s eyes lit up as he gave his answer, and hopped up and down “Yeah! Yeah! That’s her to a tee! It's sooooo neat that you know her!”

“Know her? I dated her!” he proudly proclaimed, sticking out his chest as if he accomplished some amazing feat.

The party mare let out a loud, surprised gasp at the sudden and unexpected revelation, “YOU DATED HER?! YOU’RE KIDDING!”

“Actually, yes I am kidding. I didn’t date her at all!” Jetstream revealed, unable to control his fit of laughter.

“Oh, you big meanie!” she giggled, giving him a playful push on his shoulder, “You really had me going there! For a second I thought Twilight may have actually tried some tube steak, but I guess not! Maybe she should so she could just relax and enjoy herself for once."

"Yeah...tried that, but there were some unexpected complications that I won't go into."

"Okie doki loki! But how did you know her? I mean, I know she's from Canterlot and all, but I always thought that she was a bit of a loner in those days?"

"We actually grew up together in Canterlot. My dad was the captain of the Royal Guard at the time, and I would frequent the castle with my mom to visit him a lot. That's where Twilight, my friend Shadow Spell and I all met each other. It was a bit awkward at first, but we ended up becoming real good friends with one another. Even back then she always had a book stuck in her muzzle." He chuckled.

"Ooo! That's interesting! Funny how she never mentioned the two of you before though."

"Just Twilight being Twilight I suppose. She was pretty swamped with all of her assignments from Princess Celestia and all. We all lost contact with each other at one point too, so I'm not at all surprised she didn't." Jetstream answered. The then looked at the clock on the wall, "Ah, I'd better get going. Could I have a half dozen cake donuts, tree apple turnovers, and a few strawberry cupcakes please?"

"Coming right up!" said Pinkie, moving with impressive gusto and gathering the pastries with years of practiced proficiency. She places a couple of cardboard boxes in a plastic bag, and handed it to him, "Here ya go! Don't worry about the charge, new customers get their first order on the house!"

Jetstream blinked, "Erm...are you sure? I don't mind paying you know."

"Don't be a silly Billy! Of course I'm sure! I wouldn't offer otherwise!" she said with a big grin.

"Heh, that's awesome of you, thanks! See ya later!" he said, waving his hand as he stepped out of the bakery.

Shadow Spell cracked open his eyes as his consciousness slowly came back to him. The scent of sweat and cum filled his nostrils, but strangely, he wasn't repulsed by it in the least. If anything, it only served to remind him of what an incredible time he had last night.

He let out a yawn, and moved his neck from side to side, getting several satisfying pops each time. Upon feeling a sudden heat leaving his chest, he looked down to see Trixie peacefully sleeping and cuddling with him. He smiled, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She opened her eyes, smiling softly, "Hey, you." she said, cuddling closer to him.

"Good morning, Trixie. Did you sleep well?"

"Mmm-hmm. Well enough, considering you two trashed Trixie's house," she said wryly.

"You can thank Jet for that. He tends to get a little wild if you let him. He means well enough, but he's a bit of an idiot I'm afraid."

Trixie smiled and cuddled closer to him, “He isn’t that bad, but he is a bit of a goof. Not unlike a couple of loyal fans of mine. He does confuse me a little though.”

Shadow chortled, “Confusing? He’s a lot of things, but confusing isn’t one of them. He’s just a simple stallion; what you see is what you get.”

“Trixie isn’t so sure. She knows an act when she sees one, and Trixie can’t help but feel he’s putting on a front, or a mask. The way he was just watching us while we got started rubbed me the wrong way, almost as if he was planning for that moment.”

“Oh?” Shadow asked with mounting interest, “I can see through an act too, but I really don’t think Jet has the capacity to successfully pull one off on me or anypony else that he considers a friend. Trust me, he’s just a simpleton. An honest, occasionally annoying, but well-meaning simpleton.”

“Well, he did manage to get you past your initial reluctance in meeting me, and he did manage to pull you out of that awkward moment we were having at the bar last night. And let’s not forget that he did help you get past your defense mechanisms when we got down and dirty. Not bad for a simpleton, if Trixie does say so herself.”

Of course, none of that really occurred to Shadow until she mentioned it. Thinking back, Jetstream was being so annoying that he just wanted to shut him up, therefore he humored him; if only to spare himself of his incessant rambling that he seemed to be doing on a more frequent basis. What didn't sit well with him was the thought that somepony as intelligent and observant as he could be so easily manipulated by somepony he considered to have an inferior intellect. There’s just no way that Jet was that cunning, so how would he miss such a thing? No, it couldn’t be like that. Ever. He shakes his head, “I think you’re looking too much into it. Trust me, if you know him as well as I do, then you’ll realize that you’re giving him too much credit.”

Trixie giggles, “Perhaps Trixie is. But since Jet isn’t here…” she said with a mischievous smile as ran her hand down his chest, and then wrapped her slender fingers around his morning wood. Hearing Shadow inhale sharply, she started pumping his member to make sure it was as hard as it could be.

Shadow moaned softly as she worked on his shaft, getting lost in the moment as he let all coherent thoughts leave his mind. He leaned forward to met his lips with hers. Her mouth seemed to part easily enough, and his tongue eagerly invaded her mouth, meeting hers much like an old friend.

Smiling, Trixie rolled on top of him, moaning as she deepened the kiss, and grinding her hips against his hardened member, coating it with her love juices. After a time she broke the kiss and gave him a naughty grin, and a sultry, half-lidded gaze. She then left a trail of kisses from his chest, down his torso, and finally stopped when Shadow’s erect pride was in front of her face. She grabbed it by its base with one hand, and gently cradled his ball sack with the other, as she circled his glans with her tongue.

For all of his discipline, Shadow couldn’t help but let out a throaty moan as he felt his most sensitive of parts being stimulated so skillfully by such a beautiful mare. He locked on her eyes, and could swear that she had a mirthful expression on her face when she heard him moaning from pleasure. She took it a step further and took more of his pride in her mouth. “Hah!” Shadow moaned, throwing his head back as the showmare bobbed her head up and down. Every once in a while, she would stop and lick his tip a few times before taking it back down her throat.

Trixie then took his cock out of her mouth and lightly sucked on his sack, taking one ball fully in her mouth as she continued pumping on the shaft, “Do you like that? You should be so honored that The Great and Powerful Trixie deems you worthy enough to pleasure her divine body. Now, sit back and enjoy…”

The two ponies then froze and looked at each other in wide eyed shock when they heard a series of hoofsteps approaching the stagecoach. Before they could react, the door opens. “Good morning!” Jetstream said happily. “I was just in town and…” The pegasus was stunned silent when he saw Shadow and Trixie looking at him in a surprised manner, with Shadow’s veiny cock in her soft, slender hands, “Well I was gonna say that I got breakfast for us, but it looks like you two found some already,” he chuckled. “I’ll just place these on the table and head back to the hotel room. Call me when you two are ready to clean the place up.” Jetstream walked over to the fallen table, picked it up, placed the pastry boxes on it, and left.

Two hours, thirty minutes, a blowjob, a quickie, a cup of tea, another quickie and a phone call later, the three ponies made quick work of the disaster area and made it look like nothing ever happened to the place, save for the radio that now had a wire hanger for an antenna.

"Well, Trixie must admit that you two clean up rather good for a couple of stallions,” said Trixie.

“Yeah, it’s part of our boot camp. We had to keep our barracks tidy or else there would be hell to pay,” Jetstream responded.

“Quite. It was most unpleasant,” Shadow concurred. “It’s a shame that you have to leave so soon. Will you be in Canterlot anytime soon?”

Trixie gave the unicorn a sad smile. “Trixie isn’t sure what her schedule is. She just takes it as it comes and hopes for the best.” She then reached for Shadow’s hand. “...I had a very good time with you. Thank you for that.”

Shadow squeezed her hand and offered a bitter smile. “The pleasure was mine, milady. May our paths cross once again. Until then, I wish you the best of luck.”

Jetstream had a sad smile of his own, seeing his friend genuinely sad to see another pony leave was a rare occurrence. Needless to say, it caught him off guard to see him take the initiative and give her a soft kiss on her lips, one that she happily returned.

After the kiss broke, they looked into each other’s eyes for a time, not wanting to let go, but knowing that their paths led them elsewhere. Without another word, each took a step back and turned heel, with Trixie walking back to her stagecoach and Shadow Spell heading towards town. Jetstream caught up to his friend, matching his pace with his. “Don’t look back, Shadow. You’ve already said your goodbyes, and the more you look back, the harder it’ll be for you to move on. It sucks, but trust me on this one.”

“...I know, Jet. I’m just now realizing how painful it really is to walk away and never look back.” Shadow responded, his voice betraying his otherwise calm demeanor.

Jetstream let out a sigh, “Yeah, but unfortunately it’s one of those things that gets easier the more you do it. Anyways, let’s get the hell out of here.” Of course, if Shadow was paying more attention, he would have noticed a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

Trixie entered her stagecoach, pressing her back against the door and let out a sad sigh. It wasn’t often that a stallion left her feeling this way, and though she didn’t feel as strongly about his pegasus friend, she was thankful for his help nonetheless. If not for him, things may not have escalated to where they did.

Taking a chance, she looked out the window and saw the two stallions walking away at a steady pace, gradually walking out of eyesight.

“Come on, come on…look back. If what we had happen between us meant anything to you, then please look back…” she pleaded to herself, watching vigilantly to see if Shadow would grant her wish. Each passing second made her heart wrench all the more, a frown replacing the hopeful smile she had only moments before, until finally, just as she was about to give up hope, she saw him look over his shoulder towards her. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, letting out a happy giggle as she wiped the tears that were standing in her eyes. She didn’t think her heart could ever soar so high before. Either way, she now had all the more reason to visit Canterlot within the next couple of weeks.

Jetstream let out a chuckle, “I knew you couldn’t resist, you big softie."

“..Shut up, Jet.”

The stallions walked into town, with Shadow still a little downtrodden about Trixie and Jetstream walking at a leisurely pace with his hands behind his head, basking in the relaxing atmosphere that seemed to surround Ponyville, despite the little hustle they had going on at this hour. At least until he heard a familiar voice in the distance…

“Pleeeeaaase, please, please?! We could really use your help, Thunderlane! We’ll give you room and board, but my sisters and I need help back at the farm to reach our quota!”

"Huh, that sounds like Pinkie Pie.” Jetstream mused to himself. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the pink, bubbly mare pleading with a dark gray pegasus stallion.

“I told you I can’t, Pinkie! What part of no don’t you understand?” Thunderlane replied, walking away from her.

Seeing the concerned expression on Pinkie’s face, Jet made his way over to her, “Hey, Pinkie, is everything all right?”

“Jetty! No, this is really bad! My mom and dad had to go away on business, and my sisters and I need an extra hand or two to help us reach our quota! Time’s running out and we fell behind!”

“Damn, that sucks! If you need help…”

“Jetstream, a word please?” Shadow interrupted, practically yanking the pegasus away from the mare, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m trying to offer Pinkie Pie some help!” Jetstream answered somewhat defensively.

“How did you meet this, Pinkie Pie? I’m going to assume that you only just met her today and that you barely know her.”

“You’re right, Shadow, I did only just meet her at the bakery where I got breakfast this morning, and I don’t know her. But she does seem like an honest mare and if the desperation in her eye is any indication, then she’s in need of help! I’m not going to deny that from a pony, even if I’m just a stranger. I’m going to help her.”

“And what kind of farm does her family run?” Shadow asked.

“...Let’s go ask her,” Jetstream said, walking back to Pinkie, “excuse me, but what kind of farm does your family run?”

“We run a rock farm, and we harvest gems to sell them to the merchants to make ends meet! I won’t lie, it’s really hard labor, and we can’t pay you any money, but we can offer room and board and three hot meals until we catch up in maybe a couple of days!” Pinkie answered.

“Hm. Sounds like a rotten deal to me. I would expect some financial compensation if that were the case.” said Shadow.

“Not to me, it doesn’t. So long as I’m fed and have a bed to sleep on, I’m good. You can count me in, Pinkie.” Jetstream said.

Pinkie let out a gasp and gave the pegasus stallion a big hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how much I appreciate it!”

Jetstream chuckled, “I think I have an idea.”

“I think it’s a foolish decision, Jet, one that I don’t approve of.” Shadow said more coldly than he intended to.

“I’m not asking for your approval, nor am I asking you to come with me. You wanna go off and do something else? Fine by me.” Jetstream responded in kind, “So, when do I start?”

“Would right now be too soon?” Pinkie asked sheepishly.

“Not at all! Lead the way!” he said happily, eager to get started. With that, Pinkie led the way, with Jetstream following closely behind her.

Shadow took a couple of steps towards the hotel room, the idea of just leaving his friend behind to do hard labor by himself beginning to gnaw away on his conscience. He let out a small grunt and jogged over to the parting duo, “Wait. I’ll come too.”

“Great! Thanks so much!” Pinkie said happily.

Jetstream smiled, “So, what changed your mind?”

“The thought of you swinging a hammer, a pickaxe or anything that requires finesse worries me. Somepony is gonna need to watch after you, because of your careless nature.” Shadow answered.

Jetstream chuckled, "We'll just see about that, Shadow Spell."

Author's Note

All right! Sorry about the hellaciously long wait, I've been going through a lot of crap and just now found the time to write again. Here's to hoping part two comes out soon.