Author's Note

Testing, testing, is this thing on?

Gah! What?! Who?! What the hay was that?! Who's there?!

Oh! Oh, dear, I didn't expect you to be here!

What?! Why wouldn't I be-?! Wait, you look a lot like-

Uh-oh! Drastic measures!

*Snap!*

. . . . Duuuhhh. . . . . .

. . . . . . Whaaaa. . . . !!!! . . . . What?! What happened?! Where am I?!
Oh. . . Oh, I'm just. . . Weird, I feel like. . . . .
Huh.
Probably nothing.

Mistakes Were Made

Arc II
"To The Prettiest One"
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I felt amazing! Top of the world and so on. All to be expected, I guess, considering what I had done and been through yesterday. After I passed out under Starlight’s tender ministrations, I awoke some time later, tucked into Twilight’s bed, under clean, freshly washed sheets, and the princess was lying next to me, snoring softly.

It had been dark outside, and I hadn’t wanted to disturb her, so I simply lay there, watching her sleep, and thinking about the day before. I had rutted not one, but two ponies into soggy bliss, and been responsible for the fiery orgasm of a third before I finally succumbed to my drained stamina. And one of those had been an Alicorn princess, and the other the Unicorn mage who fought said princess to a stand-still, once. Not that Twilight liked talking about that, no more so than did Starlight, from what I had gathered. Dash was the one who had told me the story.

My point is, I had done that. Me! If I could do that, I felt like I could do anything! Anything. . . .

My thoughts turned to a certain pink pone, and I smirked.

Eeyup.

This chapter is well named, I’ll give it that.

* * * * *

I got out of bed before Twilight Sparkle awoke, taking an opportunity when she had shifted position, stretching in her sleep, and slipped out from under the sheets. I gathered up my kilt and such, got dressed and headed outside in the early, pre-dawn blue.

I walked through the streets, a skip in my step, and a smile plastered across my face. In all honesty, it was more of a shit-eating grin, but I didn’t care in that moment. I had no idea where Dashie had gotten off to. Probably went home to sleep, and avoid the embarrassment of having to acknowledge how emotional she had gotten with Twilight, the day before.

Thinking about that had me slowing down a little, my lips pursed in thought. Dashie really had been touched by Twily’s assurances, and no, that’s not a pun. It had meant a lot to her, to know that at least one of her friends accepted her for who she was. There was so much more to her, than met the eye, and it made me curious to know if that was true of everypony else.

Damn, listen to you, sounding like a local! You gonna go native?

Snnrk! I’m pretty sure I did that already, when I went balls deep in our local Princess of Friendship.

Yeah, you’re probably right.

Anyway. . . .

I rounded a corner, spotting Sugarcube Corner up ahead. The smell of baking bread and cakes wafted through the air, letting me know that someone was already up and hard at work. It could have been the Cakes, but I figured with their little demo-, I mean foals, of course, they probably didn’t get up super early.

A certain sugar-rushing pink pony, on the other hand. . . .

My grin turned into a leer as I thought about the things I was going to do that sweet, sexy plot. Mmmf! I could not wait!

I really need to work on developing the virtue of patience. Why is there no Element of Patience, anyway? There’s all these other virtues, but no Patience. Maybe it’s Fluttershy. I mean, Kindness and Patience are kinda the same thing, right?

Sorry, random.

I walked up to the door and, clearing my throat, lifted my hand to knock. Before I made contact, the door opened, and a burst of confetti shot out into my face. I blinked my eyes, straightening my glasses on my face, and brushed some of the substance off of my chest as a perky, happy voice called out from inside.

“Come on in, Fyre! You’re just in time to try my latest creation! It’s going to be absopositutively amazing!!!”

Mmm. I’m sure it would be.

“What was that?!”

“Wha-?! Er, nothing, nothing!”

Did I say that out loud?

I don’t think so.

“Who are you talking to, Fyre?! Oooohh!!”

A sudden hurricane of bubblegum pink was in front of me, bouncing on it’s hoofsies, it’s mane and tail bouncing and bobbing along with it. The thought of seeing them bounce like that while I was mounting her from behind made my breath get short. Then, I noticed that Pinkie had stopped and was staring up at the ceiling. No. . . .

. . . . She’s staring at me, isn’t she?

“Hi, mister writer Fyren who’s not Fyren but actually he is because his girlfriend really likes me and it makes himwanttotryanddonaughtystuffwithme!!!!”

She opened her mouth wide, sucking in a gigantic amount of air to make up for what she had just used to say all of that, and I stood, staring at her, blinking.

“Whut?”

Whut?

Whut?

Gah! How’d you get in here?!

I’m Pinkie Pie!

I know that! Look, you need to get out of here, and back down there! I’ve got a story to finish!

But, if you wanna have some fun, we could just have some fun now!!!

What?! No! Look, it’s not about-

Awww, come onnnn!!!!

Wha- Oh, holy cra-aa-aap! What’re you doiii-eee-gaahhh!!!

Tee-hee-hee!!

“Pinkie! Your creation’s burning!”

Yikesie-ZOOP!

Pinkie popped back into being and zipped into the kitchen, and I glanced up into the air.

What just happened?

. . . I feel sullied and unusual.

What?

Violated, even!

What was she doing?!

I don't wanna talk about it. Look, are you sure this is a good idea?

What do you mean, your the one writing this! . . . Right?

. . . Right.

Anyway.

Pinkie came bobbing and weaving back into the foyer, grinning broadly as though nothing at all weird had just happened, a covered tray balanced on her back. "Eeee! I can't wait for you to try it!"

She sat it down on a table, and plopped herself down with a small squee.

I looked warily at the tray, licking one tooth, and took a step forward, glancing between it and her. "Look, Pinkie, I'm sure this is delish, whatever it is, but there's actually something I wanna ask you."

"Oh, silly, I know that, that's what the cake is for!"

"Huh?"

"Take a lookee!"

Hesitantly, I reached out and lifted the cover off of the tray. Therein lay a cake. It was small, especially for a Pinkie Pie product, but a lot of work and attention to detail had clearly gone into it.

I stared, blinking.

It was bright pink, with bits of white here and there and a sweet, succulent looking gooey glaze.

It had a cherry in place, right where it was needed.

It was shaped like a mare's vagina.

I slowly lifted my gaze to Pinkie, to find her looking at me with a sultry pair of bedroom eyes. Her cute, pink tongue slipped out, licking her lips. "So, you wanna rut, huh?"

"How. . . "

"Silly, My Pinkie Sense told me!"

I paused for a moment, and then facepalmed, not sure I wanted to know what set of odd bodily functions occurred to let her know that someone wanted to rut her.

Actually, maybe I did. Nah, that would ruin it.

She grabbed my wrist with her hoof, and next thing I knew, we were racing upstairs. She kicked open the door and shoved me into her room. I stumbled, falling back into her bed. I glanced up at her as she stood above me, balancing perfectly on her rear hooves, forehooves pressed to her hips while she grinned down at me. Her pussy was fully visible, nestled between her thighs, wet and winking in arousal, and I nearly passed out as I realized that the aroma wafting up from it smelled like strawberry frosting.

"Ready to rut, baby?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows, and I gulped, nodding wordlessly.

This was going to be perfect!

The best ending to a story, ever!

. . . . We still have three chapters to go in this arc.

Which I will undoubedly spend the entirety of rutting this delicious pink pussy!

And we have at least four more arcs to go after this one. . . .

Uhhh. . . .

. . . . . . .

. . . . Right.

I rolled my eyes up to watch as Pinkie licked her lips, eyes burning in anticipation, and felt the bottom fall out of my stomach.

Uh-oh.

"Pinkie, maybe we should stop and think-"

"Too late!"

"Gaahha-ahhhaiiee!!"

And, now, for a little Dash of third person. . . . Hehehe. . . . please don't kill me.

Rainbow Dash flew as fast as her wings would carry her. Well, not really, but only because she didn't want to shatter all of the windows in town. Nothing like a little sonic rainboom in the wee hours of the morning to ruin some folks' day.

She had slipped out of Twi's castle early, the night before, after waking up, groggy, stiff and amazingly euphoric. Finding herself on one side of her sleeping friend, and sensing more than anything the big form of Fyre asleep on the oher, she had laid there awake for a bit, chewing over what had happened.

She had been so shocked, and thrown off balance by Twilight's casual acceptance of her sexuality, and then the amazing tongue job the Alicorn had given her that had driven her off the edge more than once. It had been so unexpected, and so. . . heartwarming. . . .

The emotions rattling around inside of her heart and head had been too much for the sky blue Pegasus, and she had slipped out of the bed, opened a window and taken off for home. Once she had arrived at her cloudhome, she had headed for the shower. She needed to wash the smell off, even though part of her wanted to keep it and hold it close to her forever.

She had bathed, thoroughly, had dinner/breakfast, and then slipped into her super soft, comfy cloud bed.

It had felt bigger than usual, and so much more empty, as well.

She had finally slipped off to sleep, eager to be away from reality for a time. However, that didn't last when she was awoken by something smashing face first into her bedroom window. "DASHIIE!!!"

If the nickname weren't enough, the volume of it was. She had sat bolt upright in bed, to see Pinkie Pie clinging to a pillar of skystone, one of the only things in her home that would be solid for the pink earth pony, and staring at her with a look of abstract fear and worry on her sad face. The expression was so out of the ordinary for the normally hyper party pony, that it sent a chill through the Pegasus' heart.

It was then that Pinkie explained things, as Rainbow flew her back down to the saftey of earth, and her party cannon, her method of ingress to Dash's house. Pinkie told the tale rapidly, all in one sentence, without seeming to pause to breathe. By the time she was done, Rainbow had dropped her off on the ground, and, her own heart shuddering in fear, took off at near supersonic speeds towards town, and Sugarcube Corner.

When she got there, she burst through the doors, past the startled faces of the Cakes, and upstairs. She slammed through the door to Pinkie's bedroom, and froze, face grimacing. "Oh. . . You poor, poor idiot." She muttered, softly.

In the middle of the room, was the bed, although this was hardly discernable through the mass of confetti, frosting, sex toys and . . . yep, that was jizz, both male and female. Sticking up out of this pile of debris was a single limb, a human hand, fingers twitching slowly. It suddenly flinched at the sound of her voice, and Dash felt her heart leap into her throat.

She zipped over, hovering anxiously over the bed, tapping her hooves. She would yank him out of there, but she was terrifed it might make things worse. Instead, she decided to see if he was still conscious, at least.

"Fyre?! Fyre?!" She hissed, and saw the hand twitch again. "Are you . . . ya know . . . alive?" She stared, feeling her heart stutter as the hand sat, silent for a long moment.

Then, as she watched, it twitched again, and slowly curled, fingers bending in to touch the palm, as one digit remained sticking up into the air. The single finger salute filled her heart with hope that maybe, just maybe, with enough of the right kind of care, her friend might well survive his foolishness.

"Yeah. . . Fuck you, too, buddy." She said, wiping a tear out of her eye