Pinkie Pie, Escort Extraordinaire!

Not even twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Jake padded to the door and opened it, his jaw going a little slack at the vision that greeted him.

“Hi!” the pink mare gushed as their eyes made contact. Blue eyes, clear as crystal. Bright, bubbly and smiling as easy as breathing. “I’m Pinkie Pie! I hear you’re in need of some fun?”

Jake’s head snapped back to reality, realizing that the mare was still in the hallway; she’d spoken in a louder-than-normal voice, alerting the entire floor (it not the whole hotel) to his request. The man grabbed the mare’s wrist and gently pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind him.

“Haha~,” Jake laughed, trying to keep his cool. “Hi… hi, Pinkie! Pie! Miss Pie? I’m Jake Kollar, but please just call me Jake!”

The whole time Jake spoke those cheerful eyes watched him, flicking up and down his body. Did they linger?

“Nice to meetcha, Jake!,” Pinkie exclaimed, shaking the hand that had pulled her in with vigor. “I hope you’re ready for a night full of fun, fun fun!”

Jake nodded, a flush coming to his face as he took in more of the mare he’d hired for the night. She was only a little shorter than him, and curvy. But not fat - just broad-boned. Her hips were wide and her bust was ample. She wore a frilly dress not unlike a tutu and a spaghetti-string halter top, with no bra visible. Across her shoulders - the strap sunk deep into the valley of her cleavage - was a shoulder-bag with a prominent three balloon symbol. In the hand that did not hold his own was a heavy amber bottle with three bright red apples stamped across. The fur that covered her was a light bubblebum pink, her hair a deeper shade of the same color. It was fluffy and curly, and would have looked a tangled mess, but the mare made it work. She looked… good. And smelled good, too.

Jake could smell her - all ponies had a distinct scent to them. She smelled like confectioner’s sugar and sweetgrass. The aroma wafted up from her, and seemed to fill the small space between them. They stood in the short hallway between the room’s door and the rest of the space.

“I am,” Jake said, giving his head a shake to once again clear his thoughts. “Sorry… this is, uh. This is m-my first time with an Equestrian.”

Pinkie’s face seemed to light up a few shades brighter than it already was, but then clicked down a few notches. Her smile remained, but the exuberance she’d oozed was corralled.

“Ahh, I see,” she said, her voice down to a more conversational volume. “Well, in that case we can take things a little slower than normal. You’re in luck - most mares from my company would be aaaall business. They’d be sweet about it, but they’d still go into the whole ‘what do you want to do’ schtick. Me? I’m all about making people feel happy! So relax, Jake - we’ll take all the time we need, okay?”

Her voice was as sweet as her scent, and Jake felt himself relax at her words. He hadn’t realized just how tense the prospect of the night’s activities made him. She’d picked up on his body language very quickly.

“Yes,” Jake said, a more relaxed smile replacing the tight-lipped one he’d been wearing. “Thank you, Pinkie Pie.”

“You can call me Pinkie,” the mare said, taking a few steps into the room. She placed the bottle on the chest-of-drawers and sat on the bed, patting the comforter next to her. “C’mon, sit down and we can chat for a bit.”

Jake did as she instructed, sitting a comfortable distance from her.

“My name is Pinkie Pie,” the mare started, pulling a knee up to her chest. Jake’s eyes flicked down to the shadows of her ruffled skirt, catching the barest glimpse of cloth between her thighs. Pinkie giggled; she’d seen his curiosity. “I’m an earth pony, and I’m from Ponyville. I love making people smile, and I usually do that by throwing parties.”

The mare shifted on the bed, giving Jake a fractionally longer flash of her panties.

“But on occasion I like to throw a party for two,” she said with a grin. Her eyes were lidded, and had a bit of smoulder to them. “A mare’s got needs - why not make someone else happy at the same time?”

“That makes sense,” Jake said, unable to stop his own goofy grin. He turned and grabbed the bottle, popping the cork with his thumbnail. “What say we have a drink? I’ve heard Equestrian cider is amazing!”

Pinkie grabbed the bottle and threw her head back, taking three long, full gulps. The elegant sweep of her neck, the trace of muscle and tendon from shoulder to breast, was hypnotic. Jake felt his loins stir. With a gurgle, Pinkie shoved the bottle into Jake’s hands. The human took a swig.

Apples. A sunny summer day. Grass and dirt, the smell of trees heavy with fruit. The clean smell of hay. Crisp, juicy, fresh apples.

“Wow,” Jake said, licking his lips. “This… this stuff is amazing.”

“Mmhmm,” Pinkie replied as she took another hit from the bottle. “This comes from my good friend’s farm. Her name’s Applejack; she’s an earth pony, like me. Best cider in all of Equestria, bar none!”

They passed the bottle back and forth until it was empty. The liquor was sweet and syrupy, hardly tasting of alcohol in the slightest. But the tang was there, a breathy ethanol bite that called to mind Everclear and gin. But none of the aftermath of those Earth liquors - only a strong heat that settled in the belly and set the cheeks aflame with rosy heat. It was delicious, and gave the right amount of buzz to both participants. Not sloshed, like Earth moonshine, but rather a satisfying sway to the world and a feeling of comfortable confidence.

“I’m getting a little warm, Jake,” Pinkie said, pulling aside one of the straps to her halter and fanning herself. “Do you mind if I get a little more… comfortable?”

Jake nodded, giving a little hiccup to underscore his agreement.