Sexual Adventures of Trackstar

Trackstar stood in front of the large, hollowed- out oak tree that served as the town’s library.

“Well, this must be the place,” the pony thought to himself, as there were no other trees around. He knew that Pinkie was an energetic filly, but had not expected to be at a party and meet her friends this quickly, just one day after arriving at his new home. Realizing that waiting around outside the entrance made himself look awkward, Trackstar decided that now was as good a time as any to knock on the door. Almost instantly the door swung wide open to reveal Pinkie Pie. “

Come on new friend!!” she said with barely contained excitement, dragging him into the room. He had no time to look at his surroundings, as the pink pony quickly ran to an odd wheeled contraption labeled “Party Wagon.” With a press of a button from Pinkie Pie, the wagon unveiled brightly colored flags and streamers while festive music began to come from inside the device. Pinkie Pie quickly broke into a song and dance number: “Welcome to Ponyville, My New Best Friend.” By the end of the odd performance, Trackstar could not help but smile at his new friend’s antics.

As the singing stopped, though, pipes with colorful swirl patterns began to shoot a white and creamy mixture into the air. With the pure athleticism of an athlete competing in the long jump, he leapt 10 yards out of the way and crashed into a wall as the substance landed everywhere in the room. From this new position, he finally had a chance to view his surroundings. The inside of the tree house was filled with books by the hundreds, their shelves covering almost every inch of wall. In the center of the room was a table with dozens of cupcakes, pies, and other tasty treats.

Around the table sat Pinkie Pie’s friends. He already knew Rarity, but the small purple dragon looking longingly at her was unfamiliar. Besides those two, there were 4 other ponies at the table: one has an orange coat and yellow mane, one was a unicorn had a purple coat and mane, a pegasus had a rainbow colored mane and a sky blue coat, while the final pegasus had a light yellow coat and a light pink mane. It was hard to make out; however, because all of them were covered in the creamy white mixture.

“Silly me!” said Pinkie Pie as she giggled, “I always forget to put the cake batter in the oven and the confetti in the Party Wagon.” With that her tongue elongated in a manner that seemed to defy the laws of physics and in a matter of seconds had licked off the cake batter covering her entire body.

“You creamed all over us” said the light yellow pegasus in a soft and gentle voice.

“Well Ah guess we will just have to clean ourselves off before meetin’ our new friend,” said the orange coated one in a twangy southern accent as she wiped off her cowgirl hat. With that, the ponies began licking the batter off their coats.

Trying to make himself useful, he hurried over to the yellow pony and said “you need a hand there, or perhaps a tongue?”

“Sure, I could use some help, I am Fluttershy by the way, you must be Trackstar, my two friends told me all about how amazingly in shape and fit you are.” Embarrassed by the compliment, the earth pony began to lick away the cake batter enjoying the delicious taste of it.

“Could you go a little higher?” Fluttershy asked in a voice that was barely a whisper. Trackstar immediately complied, his tongue going higher up her legs. “Oh my!” said the pegasus, as her wings began to raise themselves slightly off of her back. He continued to lick the area, while Fluttershy let out a small squeal of satisfaction. This went on for some time, her wings standing straighter and straighter each second.

After another few minutes, Trackstar heard a voice say, “alright, friends, it looks like we are all cleaned up so let’s go try these cupcakes and get acquainted with this new pony.” Turning his head, Trackstar saw that the speaker was the purple unicorn realized that the other ponies had finished licking the frosting off of their bodies and were getting ready to sit down at the table. The rainbow- maned pony, though, had her wings slightly raised and her back against the wall as if to hide this fact. When he looked at her, she quickly turned her head away. Worried that the pegasus saw what he was doing, the athletic pony quickly sat down at the table. Although all of the treats looked delicious, he decided to start with a slice of apple pie. The first bite melted in his mouth, and he quickly took several more slices to put on his plate.

“Wow, this is really delicious,” Trackstar said, “Pinkie, did you make these to?”

“That pie would be mine,” replied the orange pony, “A’hm Applejack, me and my family run the farm outside of the town.”

“Wow, this is just great, perhaps I could get some more of this later on,” said Trackstar as he shoveled several more forkfuls of it into his mouth.

With a glance at his sleek runner’s body, Applejack responded, “Definitely stranger, I’ll make sure you get some Apple pie again soon.” By now the blue pegasus had sat down, and began to nibble at a cupcake.

“So Trackstar, I hear you are a great athlete,” she said with the voice of a tomboy, “I bet I am still the fastest pony in town though.”

“Rainbow Dash, quit being so competitive, this pony has won every meet he has been in,” the purple unicorn said in a calming voice.

“Oh yeah?!! Well I guess he will just have to prove it then, I challenge you to a race,” the blue pegasus named Rainbow Dash said with a competitive edge in her voice.

Not wanting to be rude, Trackstar replied, “sure, I guess a friendly race couldn’t hurt, where do you want to run?”

Narrowing her eyes Rainbow Dash said, “at Ghastly Gorge.” With a shrug Trackstar followed her out of the library, leaving the other ponies looking shocked at the new development. The two competitors arrived at a steep canyon, the other ponies followed behind curiously.

“Now Rainbow, you can’t use your wings in the race, t’ain’t fair,” Applejack said. Trackstar shrugged and told the pegasus she could use whatever she wanted in the race. With the issue settled, the two athletes lined up at the mouth of Ghastly Gorge.

“See you at the finish line guys,” Dash said with confidence, “this won’t take long.” With a look to see that Trackstar was prepared, Rainbow Dash took off down the gorge at full speed. Trackstar paused for a second to admire the beauty and speed of the mare, and then took off after her. It took no time at all to pass her, and soon he could see the finish line. He slowed down and looked back to see how Rainbow Dash was doing, and saw her straining to go faster, obviously angry that she was likely to be beaten badly by an earth pony. Trackstar slowed down even more, and by the time he crossed the finish line the pegasus was only seconds behind him.

“What? That’s not fair you must have cheated!” Rainbow Dash said accusatively as she landed. Despite being on the ground again, Dash’s wings were still standing straight up. The other ponies looked shocked at this show of poor sportsmanship from Rainbow Dash, and the purple one seemed about to say something before the pegasus sped off sulking.

“I am sorry that Rainbow acted that way, Trackstar, she is just competitive. Once she has some time I’m sure that you two will be good friends.”

Trackstar graciously nodded in agreement and replied, “I have never seen a pegasus fly that well or fast, and with such beauty and athleticism.”

“Hold on there, partner,” Applejack said, “I don’t think Rainbow’s barn door swings that way.”

Before Trackstar could question the earth pony about this, the purple unicorn cut in and said, “I am Twilight Sparkle, sorry I did not have time to speak to you earlier. Anyway, I was hoping that you might be able to help me. I was seeing you run, and I have never seen anybody beat Rainbow Dash in a race, could you come back to the library so I might study you and learn what I can? I could write a letter to the princess with the research I have done.”

“Sure, sure,” said Trackstar, taken aback by this strange request, “I am happy to help.” “Must be a bit of a bookworm, but I suppose there is no harm in giving her a hand” Trackstar thought. With that, Twilight Sparkle’s horn glowed purple as she teleported herself and Trackstar back to the library for a night of studying.

Trackstar and Twilight Sparkle arrived back at the tree house; the decorations from Pinkie’s party were still up.

The purple pony entered behind him and said, “thanks again for helping me out with this studying, I will get my machine ready to work in a few minutes.” With that she began assembling an odd device in the middle of the room. Attached to several computer systems was a helmet with various colored lights on top, and a treadmill. “If you could just put on the helmet we can begin,” Twilight said as she attached a few wires to the helmet.

“What is this… thing?” Trackstar asked as he got strapped into the machine.

“I used this machine to try and figure out Pinkie’s “senses” last year, but I believe it will work better this time” Twilight responded. The purple pony stepped over and started to put some sensors on Trackstar. He could not help but notice, though, how the mare blushed as she touched his sleek runner’s body. As she used a tape measure to find his body dimensions, her horn started to glow a faint purple color.

“Alright Trackstar, if you are ready, I will start to run the treadmill at a slow pace,” said Twilight as she flipped on her machine. The athletic pony was barely jogging, and soon Twilight decided to increase the speed to the pace of a normal athlete. This increase in speed did not seem to effect his breathing at all. “Trackstar, I am going to increase the speed to the fastest Rainbow Dash can fly,” said Twilight as she continued to watch him. The treadmill increased its speed rapidly; however, Trackstar kept up the pace easily, only a few glistening drops of sweat indicated that the running was getting harder. “This doesn’t make any sense!” Twilight exclaimed, “how could someone on foot travel as fast as a winged Pegasus?”

“I suppose there are certain things that work, but just cannot be explained,” Trackstar replied, apparently still not short of breath.

“Well I do not believe in things I cannot explain,” Twilight said, “we will just to have to keep going for a while longer so I can figure this out.” The purple unicorn continued to watch her computer monitor for any data that might explain this pony’s amazing athleticism. Soon, she did not even bother to look at the computer screen, Twilight had become fixated on Trackstar’s body.

After this continued for an hour, Twilight worked up the courage to try something else, “Alright, I guess some things cannot be explained or figured out, thanks for your help Trackstar,” she said as she turned off her machines. “Perhaps we can try a different method of studying.” With that, her horn began to glow a brilliant purple, and Trackstar felt an invisible force tugging at his stallionhood.

Sudden realization came to him as he said, “I am sorry, Twilight, I should have known that watching me run would have made me irresistible, I should not have done this.”

“No, it’s ok, I want this to happen,” the purple unicorn replied with barely controlled desire.

“Are you sure about this, I mean you don’t seem to have a lot of experience in this sort of thing,” Trackstar said.

“It’s okay,” Twilight responded, “I have read a lot of books on this, I know what I am doing.” As she continued to magically work on Trackstar’s stallion hood, the athletic pony began to lick on her horn. “Wow, I’m really sensitive there,” Twilight moaned as a tongue skillfully caressed her glowing horn. Trackstar started to work her other parts as well using his hoof, they were already soaking wet.

“Wow, the books I read never said it would be this good” moaned Twilight, as Trackstar began to play his tongue across her clitoris. Her horn began to glow so brightly it bathed the tree house in purple light. The unicorn’s magic was so powerful that books began to fly off their shelves and surround them. The telekinetic magic felt amazing on his stallionhood, and while he wanted to go farther, Twilight seemed content to continue as things were. Not minding this at all, he applied himself to eating out Twilight with even more skill and speed. This continued for several hours, with Trackstar having pleased the purple pony multiple times.

“I feel so bad I am not actually getting any studying done,” mentioned Twilight with a guilty look on her face. With sudden inspiration, Trackstar grabbed one of the books floating around them and gave Twilight a smack on her flank with it.

“If you don’t keep hitting the books Twilight, you might have to go back to magic kindergarten,” the athletic pony said in a suggestive tone.

“You’re right, I should hit them more often,” responded Twilight with a new level of excitement. This continued on until a knock on the door to the library broke their focus. Looking out the window, Trackstar noticed that it was morning by now. He went to open the door, and found Pinkie Pie standing outside.

“Pinkie, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“It’s your first day of work at the bakery, remember?” the pink pony said excitedly. Sudden realization dawned on Trackstar.

“Okay, Pinkie, you and I will meet you there.”

“Okey dokey lokey, this is going to be so much fun!” Pinkie Pie responded. Closing the door, he found Twilight laying the pile of books exhausted. By now, she was so wet that the cover of the book Trackstar used to hit her was soaked.

Twilight looked up and said, “thank you for this, I am sorry I just am not ready to go all the way yet.” “That was a crazy night of studying,” she said with a satisfied look on her face. “I can’t wait to write to the princess about what I learned.”
However when Trackstar explained to her that he did not want the princess to know about this, Twilight agreed with him and decided to write to her about something else. With his job done, Trackstar left Twilight to recover and headed over to the bakery for the first day of his new job.