Sexual Adventures of Trackstar

Not the least bit tired from staying up all night to study, the silver pony exited the library and walked toward the bakery. He did not get very far; however, as the small purple dragon from the party was running to catch up to him shouting, “Trackstar, Trackstar hold up a second!!!” Turning back he looked at the slightly chubby little dragon, who by now was panting from the exertion to reach him.

“Yes…. Spike… right, what’s up?”

In between deep breaths of air, the purple dragon responded, “I saw you had a late night study session with Twilight.”

Not sure how his new friend would respond to hearing that he did anything but studying last night, Trackstar said, “Yeah we really were learning a lot.”

“No you didn’t, I know what you did with Twilight but it’s okay. I want her to be happy she is like a sister to me, I honestly thought she would never give up her marehood to anypony.”

“Right, but we didn’t end up going all the way so that is still intact,” Trackstar replied, “but surely you came here for something more than just to tell me this.”

“Well…” said Spike hesitantly, “you seem to have a way with the mares, and I was wondering, if you wouldn’t mind, if you could just help me out and give me some pointers.” Taken aback, Trackstar thought about it for a moment and soon he had figured out the best way to help the young dragon.

“From my experience, Spike, ponies love the colts who are on the track team and have lean and athletic bodies. You should go to school and try out for the track and field team.”

“That’s an awesome idea!” said Spike, “too bad we don’t have a track team at our school.”

With a look of shock Trackstar said “What do you mean? Every school needs a track team otherwise none of the colts will be able to get some action. I’ll tell you what, when I get a chance to I will head over to the school and talk some sense into the teacher there. If I have to, I will coach your team.”

Spike lit up with gratification and replied, “Thank you so much Trackstar, this will really help me out.”

“By the way, who are you trying to get with?” the athletic pony asked.

The little dragon looked around to make sure nobody was nearby and then whispered, “Rarity.” Trackstar grinned, knowing that he was going to help a small dragon’s dreams come true, even if he was only getting sloppy seconds. In another minute, the athletic pony reached a building with a sign overhead that read: Sugarcube Corner. Entering the store, Trackstar found Pinkie Pie eating a plate of cupcakes, while two other earth ponies were sitting at a table. The mare was looking over some sort of blueprint, while taking care of two baby ponies. The stallion was sitting opposite her, a bottle of Applejack Daniels was by his side, its contents half gone.

Pinkie looked up from her pile of desserts and beamed. “Welcome to your first day of work! These ponies here are Mr. and Mrs. Cake, they own the bakery. The baby unicorn is their daughter Pumpkin Cake and the baby pegasus is their son Pound Cake.”

“Wait, how can two earth ponies have unicorns and pegasi as children?” Trackstar responded.

“Because my great- great –great Grandfather in law twice removed was a pegasus,” Mr. Cake said with slurred speech.

“Honey, you are scaring our new employee, come help me plan our cake for the dessert contest,” Mrs. Cake said soothingly, “we can even sample the dessert and have a delicious treat!”

“Yeah, that will be the first time I have gotten some dessert in years,” Mr. Cake responded as he took a swig of the Applejack Daniels. Seeing that this situation was going to get ugly, Pinkie Pie took Trackstar aside.

“Okay then, your first job is to deliver this giant box of muffins,” she said. “Also, you will need to wear the delivery uniform.” Pinkie Pie brought him some really short, tight shorts and a vest without any buttons to close it up. Taking the hint the athletic pony took the muffins and quickly left Sugarcube Corner.

Fortunately, the house he had to deliver the muffins to was just a block away, there being only 40 houses in Ponyville. He knocked on the door, and a pegasus with gray skin, a blond mane, and a cutie mark of some bubbles greeted him. The thing that stood out about her, though, were her eyes. They were looking in different directions in a ditzy sort of way.

“Delivery for Mrs. Hooves,” Trackstar said as he read the note on the box of muffins. The pegasus’s eyes lit up as she saw the handsome young stallion who was delivering them to her. She paused for a moment, her face demonstrating a mind locked in concentration as she looked at the athletic pony in tight shorts standing before her.

“Thanks, come on in and have something to drink, I haven’t had you deliver muffins for me before, usually they send Pinkie.”

“Thanks Mrs. Hooves,” Trackstar responded, knowing from his years of training the importance of good hydration.

“Call me Derpy,” the mare responded as she shut the door behind him. She led him into the kitchen, where several discarded boxes were located, presumably they were once filled with muffins from the bakery. Hanging on a wall near the oven was a picture of her with a handsome earth pony with an hourglass cutie mark.

“Is that your husband, Derpy?” asked Trackstar as he took a seat by the kitchen table.

“Yes, that’s Doctor Hooves, but he is always away on business, I never see him anymore,” said Derpy as she got out several glasses.

“So do you want some rainbow juice then?” Derpy asked as she poured a glass for herself.

“No thank you, I don’t drink alcohol, it affects my running,” Trackstar said. The pegasus did her best to hide a look of disappointment as she got him a glass of water. She pulled out a chair for herself to sit in, but clumsily missed the chair and landed on the floor. Judging from the cracks on the floor there, Derpy had done this multiple times. Embarrassed, the gray pegasus sat down and looked at Trackstar lustfully. As she did this her wings extended crookedly, one of them knocking over her drink, which landed in Trackstar’s lap.

“I’ll get it,” Derpy said as she leaned over with a napkin. Unfortunately, she leaned too far and fell over Trackstar. Correcting herself she began to dry him off. “After I do this, do you want to sample my muffin?” Derpy asked suggestively.

Confused, Trackstar responded, “what are you talking abo..” Sudden realization dawned on him. “Derpy, are you trying to seduce me?” he asked. Derpy looked up at him, her crooked eyes welling with tears.

“I just don’t know what went wrong,” she replied. Looking back at the ditzy blond pony, he knew he wanted her.

Looking deep into her eyes, the athletic pony said, “nothing went wrong, it worked to perfection.” He bent over the table and started to go down on the pegasus. “Don’t move too much, you don’t want to cause any more damage than you have already done.” The athletic pony began to lick her marehood, and it soon became clear that his dexterity applied to more than just the track field. As the gray- coated pony bucked in pleasure, Trackstar could not help but stare at her cutie mark.

“Dat cutie mark,” he said as he stood up and mounted her. As the silver- coated stallion entered her, Derpy was fixated on the box of muffins. She slid her nose up to the box and inhaled the warm scent of those delicious treats. That scent only made Derpy more aroused, and soon she began to move back and forth with Trackstar. She had not spent time with her husband lately, though, so she finished rapidly.

Pushing off the table with her front hooves, the ditzy pony cried out “YAY TRACKSTAR!” As she did this, Trackstar lost his balance, and landed on his back with Derpy on top of him. The stallion did not stop even after this happened, he continued to thrust himself inside the pegasus.

“Oh yes Trackstar, butter my muffin!” Derpy yelled as she was about to climax a second time. As she finished, Trackstar pushed her off of him, and reached toward the table for the box of muffins. He finished inside the box, and it was an exceptionally big load for a pony that was almost always getting laid.

“There you go,” he said panting, “your muffins have been buttered up.” Reaching over for one of the newly frosted muffins, Derpy sampled it and liked what she tasted.

“I will have to ask Sugarcube Corner to deliver muffins to me more often,” she said in a voice full of satisfaction. Trackstar left Derpy’s house after explaining that Pinkie Pie would be curious why he was gone so long.

“Blonds,” the stallion said as he sighed in contentment. He was walking back to the bakery when he heard two familiar voices coming from an alleyway.

“Rainbow, we can’t keep doing this,” said a voice with a southern accent.

A tomboyish voice replied, “why not? We have been together for so long now, don’t you remember what we did after the annual falling of the leaves race?” Curiously, Trackstar peered around the corner to see Rainbow Dash and Applejack.

“You know why, I already said I am not sure I like girls. Please Sugarcube, you are still my best friend, don’t take this personally.” Applejack nuzzled Rainbow Dash, who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

“Why?” she managed to gasp, “I really felt something during these months, please don’t leave me.”

“Like I said, I do not know what I am, I think I may have been bi- curious, or maybe bi- sexual. Ever since that new earth pony Trackstar came to town, I have been reminded why I like boys I suppose.”

“Damn that Trackstar, why do all the mares think he is so great anyway! I am just as athletic as he is,” the blue pegasus said in protest.

“We are still best friends Rainbow, I’ll be here if you need me.” With that Applejack walked out of the alley, leaving her friend to sit and ponder what just happened. Not wanting to be seen, Trackstar continued on his way to the bakery. Although he was sad for Rainbow Dash and Applejack, he has a slight glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe that athletic pegasus could be with him, maybe.