Author's Note

Kinks: Exhibitionism, semi-public sex, ridiculous zebra endowments.

001 - One is the loneliest number

“Pinkie, you feeling alright?” Mister Cake asked the mare. “It’s a tad early to be baking.”

“Yeppers!” Pinkie Pie smiled happily, pushing the cupcakes into the oven. “Just excited to get started!”

“If you’re sure.” Mister Cake replied with a nod before leaving the kitchen.

The moment he did, her smile dropped. She kept baking, but her heart wasn’t in it.

Pinkie Pie was depressed.

Why?

Well that wasn’t all that complicated. See, Pinkie Pie was the kind of mare that was friends with everyone, but nothing more than that. It didn’t help that she was called weird and random more than once by ponies she considered her closest friends. Not that they knew that words like that hurt. Like she would ever tell them.

Pinkie Pie was almost desperate for companionship. If not a coltfriend then a least something intimate. She had more nights than she could remember rubbing her bean or stuffing something into her in an attempt to fill the metaphorical void. The euphoria of release was normally enough to knock her out.

She just hoped, prayed that a stallion would come along and not see a frumpy earth pony who was perhaps a little too quirky.

Little did this mare know, that today, something, someone would come into her life. And perhaps come in her.

Zevvahn was a simple stallion. Well, first of all he was a zebra, but he was still a stallion of the species. He’d left Zebrica to try and explore the natural magics of the lands outside the homeland, and found Equestria to be the most hospitable after tasting biting cold and sweltering heat. He’d spent a few years just wandering, but now he was looking to settle down and put his knowledge to use. He was no Earth Pony with supernatural strength or their ability to make things grow, but maybe he could sell his expertise in the natural world somehow. Perhaps as a farm consultant, to help on the odd case they couldn’t just overpower.

He’d asked around for a good place to get a bite to eat, and was directed to...a house that looked like it was made of sweets. Correction, a shop that looked like it was made to be eaten. Shrugging, he marked it up as a difference in the culture and walked up to the door, heading inside as the bell overhead dinged. His golden eyes perused the shelves as the scent of baked goods filled his nose. He wore very little in the form of jewelry or finery, only one golden neck-ring adorned his form. The earrings he once worn he’d had to abandon after a brief stint with the dragon lands, he rather liked having his ears attached.

“Hiya!” A mare called out enthusiastically from behind the counter.

“All of this looks good enough to eat,” the stallion admitted. “I brought some bits to barter with for a treat.”

“Have a preference, tall, striped, and handsome?” The peppy voice asked.

Zevvahn hummed as he looked the counters over. “I think I’ll take a cupcake to start with,” he said aloud. “Then we’ll see where the mood takes me.”

“Great!” He could feel the grin. “What kind?”

“Surprise me,” he said with a slight smile of his own back. It was impossible to not be peppy around this mare.

“Okie Dokie!”

He saw her through the glass. A pink earth mare, smiling happily, perhaps a little overweight by most mare’s standards. Yet… He noticed the bags under her bright blue eyes. The smile, while convincing to most, was strained. He followed her up as she plated a cupcake.

Their eyes met.

The smile faded for half a moment. Before brightening again. “That’ll be three bits for the red velvet, do note, it’s cream-filled.”

For a split second he swore he heard a slight buzzing, then it stopped.

“Well if it’s that good, I think I ought to pay you four for it,” the stallion countered, pulling out the bits and putting them on the countertop in front of the mare. “A beautiful mare manning the counter deserves a tip~” He finished with a wink towards the mare behind the register.

Pinkie blinked, as her cheeks flushed. Her eyes didn’t leave him as she pawed around until she grabbed the bits and scooped them into the till.

He.

Was.

Gorgeous!

She felt herself clench around her toy.

She was feeling particularly adventurous with herself today. A thrill that she might get caught while her tail swished at the wrong time. She gulped audibly. “Th-thanks!” Her grin returned with a hint more enthusiasm to it. She wasn’t sure, but she thought that he’d just flirted with her.

“E-enjoy your creamcake- cupcake! Enjoy. Your cupcake. With cream. Cream-filled pink cake.” She eep’d for a second. “I-hi-hi’m going to stop talking now.” She said, dying a little on the inside from embarrassment.

Zevvahn raised an eyebrow, before shrugging. He took a bite of the cupcake and his eyes widened. He chewed slowly, thoughtfully, before swallowing and putting two more bits on the counter.

“My compliments to the chef,” he said solemnly. “Also, you don’t have to watch your tongue around me, my dear. I’ve heard far worse than someone trying to remember a word. There was a dragon that constantly interjected swear words at random intervals into his speech.” He chuckled a bit. “Only, when dragons swear in draconic, they breathe fire. Had to come up with a tonic to help him keep his random speech patterns under control long enough for it to be diagnosed by an expert.”

A hoof fumbled around for the bits before sweeping them into the till. “I- Eh-heh, I actually baked… most of these… this morning.” The mare giggled. “And… Ehm, should I relax my throat- mouth- SPEECH!” She blushed furiously, temporarily locking up before relaxing a little. “I’m Pinkie Pie! Welcome to Ponyville and enjoy your cupcake.” Her grin was now strained as her face was mostly red.

Zevvahn held out a hoof across the counter. “Well then, miss Pie, most talented and attractive baker I have had the fortune of meeting, I am Zevvahn, wandering zebra seeking to understand the natural magics of the world. I wish you good luck and good fortune, but I shan’t be leaving your establishment yet.” He jerked his head to an empty booth. “I intend to sit there while I look over the house listings your mayor provided for me earlier. The Everfree is a font of wild, natural magic, so I intend to make a home here to study it. A few more cupcakes would be delightful while I do this.”

“I will make sure to keep my eyes on you.” She sighed then blinked. “In case you need anything, of course! Want me to surprise you with more cream filling- cream filled cakes?”

“I can’t say no to you,” the zebra teased. “And I feel honored such a beautiful mare will keep her eyes on me.” He turned and walked towards the booth, his slightly shorter tail swishing back and forth, nearly putting on a show for Pinkie unintentionally. The way his flanks moved while his tail swayed…

Pinkie needed to duck between the kitchen and front to take a few breaths. She wasn’t ready to finish yet. Those toned legs. That firm flank. That sway. Oh if she could only have seen his-

She shook her head. “K-keep it together.” She whispered to herself, biting back a moan.

She trotted back out to the front, ducked into the display case. She looked at Zevvahn through the glass and gulped. Taking a shaky breath to center herself, she grabbed a plate and grabbed a pink cupcake with vanilla drizzled all over the top. She bit her lip as she set it on the plate and trotted around the counter towards the striped stallion.

Zevvahn hummed. The houses closer to the forest didn’t seem to be in any good state of repair. In fact, they mostly seemed to be in the process of being reclaimed by nature. And while the better maintained houses would be more hospitable, they were too far away from his preferred subject matter. If only there were a usable house close to the forest…

He flipped the page of listings and continued to be disappointed. Every time it came close to being what he wanted, the ponies had managed to screw something up with these houses.

Ah well. Worst came to worst, he’d work some magic on a decent enough house close to the forest and get it into a habitable shape. Actually, now that he was thinking like that, maybe some of the earlier options had promise…

“Umm, sorry to interrupt.”

The zebra blinked and looked up from the listings, brightening immediately. “Ah, miss Pie!” he smiled at her. “Oh, is that a delectable treat for me?”

“It is.” The mare set the plate on the table.

“Mmm, it’s positively dripping,” the stallion praised her. “How much do I owe you for this one, most beautiful baker?”

She gasped, blushing again. “I-it’s three bits.” He swore he saw her back legs shake a bit.

“Which means that with your skill, it’s actually worth six,” the stallion noted, paying her the six bits. “Keep the change, you’re worth far more than a few bits.”

Her blush grew as she took the bits. “Th-thanks!” She quickly turned around and trotted away. Her flank swayed with every step, as did her tail. Her tail swayed a little too far in one direction.

But Zevvahn had already turned back to his listings by that point. He needed a place to stay. All else, he supposed he could ask the mare if she knew of any places that would suit him.

Pinkie couldn’t believe she did that. Though… she had no indication if he saw.

Wait.

She turned around, only to see the stallion still going over his papers. Papers she’d seen many times before. She quickly trotted to the till and dropped the bits in, then trotted back over to the stallion. Maybe if she actually tried talking to him, she could get a little more info.

“So… You’re looking for a place to stay?”

Zevvahn’s ear flicked in the mare’s direction before replying. “Ah, yeah,” he admitted. “Looking for a place that either I can fix up to stay in, or doesn’t need it. Also trying to find a place close enough to the forest that I can study it whenever I want to. But that diagram of ‘places that I can fix or are ready’ and ‘places close to the forest’ has very little overlap.” He sighed as he pushed the papers to one side for a moment. “Honestly, it’s getting annoying, I need a breather.”

“Sounds like you’re stressed.” The mare replied, sounding a tad breathless.

“Annoyed at how complicated it is, yes,” the zebra admitted, biting into the cupcake from earlier. He let out a low moan at the taste before swallowing his mouthful. “Mmmph. But treats like this make it bearable~” he all but sang.

“You’ve got a great voice.” Pinkie Pie said with a sigh. “Ehm… Happy that the cupcake helped! Else I’d ask if I could help you relieve some of that stress. Eh heh.”

“Most of it’s mental,” the stallion admitted before finishing off the cupcake. He let out a happy sigh before leaning back in the booth. “I’m gonna relax for a moment before I get back to it,” he said, closing his eyes.

“Alrighty!” Pinkie Pie announced.

Pinkie bit her lip. Looking around revealed that there wasn’t anypony in this section. Zevvahn probably came her because it was quiet. Well quieter.

She looked back to the relaxing zebra. He was leaning back with a foreleg resting against the back of the booth. Slowly she leaned around and stared, unashamedly between his hind legs.

…

Well. That was an impressive set of balls. He had to be pent up.

And that sheath looked plump as well. Hiding what had to be a massive prize inside it.

Pinkie leaned away, holding her breath. “L-let… Let m-me know if you need anything else.” She turned around and started to trot away.

It was taking far too long to narrow these choices down. Zevvahn had been here for hours, most of the other customers had left already. Pinkie kept showing up with new cupcakes, and the zebra kept paying her both more bits than was needed and in compliments to the most wonderful mare he’d met in a while.

Eventually the stallion pushed the papers aside and laid his head on the table. He had nowhere to sleep, the office likely wasn’t open, and he had no plans as to which house he’d even try to buy tomorrow when it was.

“Looks like it’s the streets for me,” he muttered, only slightly muffled by the table.

“Awww, why so down?” Pinkie’s voice called out.

“Because I can’t find a house I like,” Zevvahn spoke, not raising his head.

Pinkie couldn’t take it anymore.

She needed this stallion more than anything else in Equestria- No. More than anything on the whole planet.

That’s why she made something special. A plate of small cupcakes. If this didn’t work. Fuck it. She would jump him.

“I... “ Her voice shook. “I made you something, err… somethings.”

Zevvahn looked up to see a plate of cupcakes on the table next to him. He raised his head to look at them and paused. Something was...different with these treats.

They were either chocolate or vanilla and were covered in black and white frosting, specifically done to look like stripes. They… spelled out something.

He blinked.

Fuck Me

He looked over at Pinkie.

“So…? What do you think?” Her smile was strained and her face was beet red.

“I, ahm…” Now it was the zebra’s turn to blush. “Surely such an attractive mare as yourself has her pick of colts to bed,” he tried. “Why you would want an inexperienced stallion like myself-”

“Stop!” Pinkie virtually snapped. “D-don’t say that. You- I-” She took a breath. “I have never been called anything like what you’ve been calling me today. I am not attractive by pony standards, especially earth pony standards. I’ve never-” She took another breath. “I’ll say it. I want you.”

The stallion squirmed in his seat, but rallied. “Then the stallions of Equestria are fools and cowards, for turning down a healthy mare such as yourself,” he countered. “You look to be in the prime of your life, and surely all you would have to do is flag your tail to have them all at the ready.” He carefully left out the fact that he knew his traitor cock was also getting ready.

“Believe me. I’ve tried.” The mare gulped. “And, yes I’m Healthy. A couple more inches and I’ll move into Husky territory.” Her back legs seemed to twitch a moment. “I-I tried to flag you down earlier, but you were a bit distracted.”

“Ah, I...guess that’s my fault,” Zevvahn admitted. “But again, I’m...not exactly experienced with females. I’ve spent more time travelling.” And any time he tried they were scared of his size, but he left that out. Once she saw, she’d run too.

“And you think I might be?” Pinkie laughed with no humor. “Zevvie, do you know how many nights I spend fucking myself until I pass out? How many nights I imagine any number of ponies f-fucking me?”

“...We’re two broken ponies, aren’t we?” the zebra asked. “Um. Well. I, uh, wouldn’t exactly say no to your proposal, but do you really know what you’re-”

“Yes!” She yelped then blushed even harder and calmed down a bit. “Sorry, but… if we’re both broken, then maybe our pieces fit together?” She smiled shyly. “Can… Can I show you something?”

“Um...sure?” the stallion blinked. What could she have to show-

Pinkie Pie turned around. “I-I’ve been getting k-kinda crazy… Naughty…” She moaned as she lowered her front half to the floor. “I-I have been wanting a stallion to see…” She moved her tail aside.

Inside the mare’s presented pussy was a dildo. Not just any dildo, but one that seemed to be rather thick. That wasn’t all. No. This one was entirely transparent. He could see her walls rippling and flexing around the see-through length that badly imitated his own.

“Um. Wow,” the stallion blushed. “Um. You’re. Kind of putting a show on for anyone behind you,” he pointed out. “Aren’t you worried somepony will see? Besides me, that is.”

“I-Isn’t it exciting?” Pinkie breathed as a hoof came up to rub her winking pearl. “D-don’t you want to be seen driving your stallionhood into a mare? P-prove how much of a strong stallion you are?”

“I mean, even among zebras, sex is something we do in private and-” the zebra tried to weasel out of the idea. Not that Pinkie was having it.

With a moan and a shudder the dildo was slowly pushed out of her. It fell to the floor with a clatter, completely soaked with her fluids. Her pussy winked at him, as she looked back at him, her eyes virtually begging.

Zevvahn sighed and stepped out of the booth, sitting on his haunches and spreading his legs to reveal-

Oh. Oh fuck. He was big. Bigger than the dildo she’d just ejected. Thicker, too.

“Most mares run away at this point,” he commented dryly as his cock throbbed and had a bead of pre run down the tip.

Pinkie whirled around, swept him up, and plopped him on his back. “Oh-ho-ho… This is what you’ve been hiding?” She bit her lip as she looked down at him.

Zevvahn blinked. That was the first time that a mare hadn’t tried to get away. He was still processing the fact that she hadn’t called his cock unnatural.

“Oh… It’s beautiful.” She leaned in, kissed his tip, and lightly ran a tongue over his flare, licking the pre off. “You’re delicious. How have you not bedded every mare in Ponyville yet?”

“Ah...well, you’re the first one I’ve met,” he pointed out, his cock twitching at the attention.

Pinkie huffed a breath against his flare then lowered her head. She nuzzled his balls, planting a kiss on each, before running her tongue up the entire length. “Have you been pent up big boy?”

“Awwwwh…” the stallion groaned, his body twitching as she pleased him. “Ah...just a bit. Most mares...don’t like the idea of being split in half,” he commented.

“And you don’t… release yourself?” The pink mare asked, lightly and slowly running a hoof down his length. The stallion held back from bucking, but his groin flexed, causing the cock to twitch in her hold.

“I, ahn, never have the time,” Zevvahn huffed. “Always busy.”

“Poor Zevvie…” She cooed. “Want me to help you?”

“I don’t want you to hurt your-” the zebra managed to say.

The mare stepped over him, his flare grazing against the soft fur of her underbelly. “You have no idea what I’ve fucked myself with…” She chuckled huskily. “And that wasn’t what I asked…” Her eyes stared down, half-lidded, as a lust-filled, playful smirk creased her lips.

“I...if you think you can, I wouldn’t say no,” the zebra settled on for an answer.

Her head leaned in until her nose pressed against his. He could feel the heat of her core. “Uh uh… Tell me. What. You. Want.”

“I...I want to fuck something and finally drain my balls,” he admitted. “I want to release into someone capable of taking me. I wan-”

“Tell me you want to fuck me.” Her petals pressed against his flare and he felt her juices start to run down his entire shaft.

“I want you to use me,” he countered. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her lips pressed into his in a heated, yet quick kiss. “I’ll take it.” Her petals pressed into his flare as she huffed out a moaning grunt. She bit her lip and pushed. His flare spread her petals and pushed inside with a light, wet pop.

“Oh… Fffffiiiiinalllllyyyyyy……” Pinkie groaned out.

“I...I mean, even the tip is more than...most mares try to take,” the stallion huffed, lying there under her like a good little dildo.

She lowered herself slowly. Her walls rippled around him, squeezing him, and almost sucking him in. “Ffffuck yessss.” She groaned as she hit the medial ring.

Zevvahn blinked, before reaching a hoof out to rub Pinkie’s stomach. Specifically, a bulge his cock was making in her. He was surprised she’d taken half, to be honest. Surely she had a limit, right?

She moaned at his touch. “Feel good?” She bit her lip and fluttered her eyes at him.

“You feel incredible,” he answered honestly. It was taking his all to not buck into her right now.

“Good…” She leaned in and pecked his lips. “Ready for me to take the rest of you?”

Rest? She couldn’t be seriou-

She pushed down, her stomach bulging out slowly as she slid down him. With a throaty moan her lips kissed the base of his shaft as juices soaked, and dripped off of, his balls. “Oh, I think I love you…” She moaned through gasps.

“Fuuuuck, I think...I’m falling for you too,” Zevvahn admitted. He gripped onto Pinkie’s flank for something stable to hold onto while she rocked his world. “This is...amazing,” the stallion panted. “Fuck everyone who couldn’t take the time to get to know you.”

“Tell me more, Stud.” She groaned starting to rock her hips against his.

“I can’t imagine any other mare feeling as good as you,” the zebra replied, spewing out his compliments as she fucked him. “It’s like a velvet vice inside you, and you’re so tight and warm and fuck I don’t know why stallions weren’t lining up outside the door for a chance at you.”

“Zevvie.” Pinkie rose up and dropped herself down onto him with a slap. “Imagine.” She rose and fell again. “Imagine. Next time.” She rose and fell, as his hips started to get soaked. “You get to take me.”

“Oh fuck, don’t tempt me mare,” the zebra moaned. “You can’t imagine how many times I wanted to take a mare but didn’t want to break them.”

“Zeeevvviiiie.” She cooed a moan, rising and falling faster. “Want to take me? Make me raise my flank, hold me down, drive your god-like shaft into my begging, soaking marehood?”

“You’re...such a...tease…” the stallion huffed, letting himself hump upwards a little. “You don’t know...just how much...I want it…”

Pinkie dropped her flank onto his hips and ground a little as she laid down on top of him. Her lips brushed his as she whispered. “Take me. Roll us over. Be a stallion and claim your mare.”

Zevvahn let out a little growl as he gripped Pinkie with his legs and rolled them over. They remained belly to belly, but now the stallion was staring down at the mare, their hips still conjoined…

And now Zevvahn started to thrust. No...he started to plow, fuck, breed Pinkie with long, hard motions of his hips.

“Oooooh- f-f-f-f-fu fu-Ah! Ah! Ze-Ze-Zev-v-v-vv-eeee!” She cried out. “F-F-Fuck M-Me! B-Breed M-Me!” She wildly bucked her own hips. “I-I’m s-s-so c-cl-close!”

“Fucking...going to...fill you,” the zebra threatened. “Going to mark you...claim you...make you mine…” His voice rasped as he leaned over the mare and whispered lewd thoughts into her ears.

“I-Im-ma-magine i-it. A-all th-those m-mares wh-who denied y-you w-watching y-you c-claim m-me. Th-they’ll never ha-have y-you.” Pinkie’s moans and gasps made it almost impossible to speak, yet she did anyway.

“Here...it comes...you little...breeder…” the zebra growled as his cock twitched. Oh Celestia, she could feel his load working up his shaft until it reached his tip, and then-

An explosion of seed and warmth in her deepest reaches filled her up entirely. And it just kept coming. It was like a firehose dousing her needy loins.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” She cried out as she clamped down on his entire shaft as a small spray splattered the floor. “My cummies! My seed! Mine! Oh Zevvie, Give me all of it!!!”

And the stallion didn’t let up. It just kept coming for what seemed like minutes. He was surprised her stomach wasn’t bulging as he finally started to come down from his high.

Pinkie gasped for breath, then reached out and pulled him to her. She kissed him. Passionately. One that he returned as they laid on the floor of the bakery. He breathed through his nose as they enjoyed the closeness. Eventually the kiss ended and Zevvahn pecked her neck a few times.

“So...I’m staying with you?” he asked.

“Oh you better believe it Zevvie.” Pinkie grinned. “I have a loft upstairs. Bought it from the Cakes after they needed to move due to kids.” She giggled. “Come to think of it, we could’ve just went up there.” She shook her head. “But this was more exciting, wasn’t it?”

“Little bit,” the stallion agreed. “Mmm...well, when we feel like moving we can go up there for round two.”

“Oh you better have more for momma.” Pinkie smirked and nipped his neck. “I will milk you dry tonight. And you will never be pent up again.”

“Mmmph, gonna hold you to that,” the stallion replied, answering with a nip at her neck in return. “Don’t know where you’re putting it all, but hey, if you can drain me, it’ll be fun making you unable to walk.”

“Oh, Pie family secret, Stud.” She winked at him. “Expect that from making my back legs numb. This mare don’t swell. Well I swell only for your cock. I like to see it poke out.”

“...I’ll take it,” the zebra shrugged. “Okay, to the bedroom,” he proclaimed. “Then to fucking you to sleep.”

“Wanna carry me?” The mare giggled.

“Sure, wrap your legs around me,” Zevvahn shrugged. “I’ll carry you up one way or another.”

Pinkie squeed as she latched her legs around him as the stallion got to his hooves.

Pinkie Pie never really put much stock in Soul Mates. But, in the course of one night, she became a firm believer.