Fulfilling Pinkie's Dream

Twilight turned around and saw the lone tree on the hill swaying wildly back and forth as parcels of mail went flying through the air. Lit by the full moon, a Thestral stallion, unconscious by the look of him, hung limp atop one of the branches, still tied to his mailbag, swaying slightly from the lanyard attached to his inert form.

“That!” Pinkie pointed to him, all business again.

Twilight instantly stowed her sensual desires out of the need to help a fellow pony. “You weren’t kidding about something big, Pinkie! We need to get him down from there and see if he’s alright!” Carefully untangling him from the tree he was caught in with her magic, Twilight levitated him down to the ground, carefully as not to jar his spine, and turned him over on his back before checking for signs of life; she was relieved to find he was breathing normally and his pulse was strong.

Then she began stripping off all of his clothes — his uniform, mailbag, and leg-warmers which gave a clue that he’d flown off from a location high up in the Foal Mountains or perhaps was headed there instead. She set each article in a pile out of the way, inspecting them for blood. His uniform had been shredded badly by the tree on impact but to her great relief, she found no blood either on him or his personal effects.

Knowing a bit about Thestral anatomy and care both from books and from watching Fluttershy taking care of some injured fruit bats, Twilight lay him carefully on his back and gently unfolded his webbed bat wings to check for damage. He definitely looked like he’d bruised the arm of his right wing, which glowed an angry red. He might be able to fly a short distance on it but he’d be in major trouble trying to fly the leg over the Canterlot mountains. Certainly, he wouldn’t be doing it tonight, as his appearance of an overnight courier suggested that he had intended to do. At the very least, there weren’t any broken bones that she could make out after going over him with a magical scan.

Pinkie removed the brainwave reader from her head and put it on the folding lawn chair. She doubted it’d been much help anyway after spinning on top of it. “Twilight, do you know who this Thestral is?”

Twilight looked back at her friend and arched an eyebrow. “Not a clue. Have you met him before?” She started gathering up what she could find of the mail and stuffed it into his bag which she slung around her back, intending to deliver it personally to the Ponyville Post Office, knowing she’d hear no end of it from Derpy or her boss, Certified Mail, if she failed to take care of the mail.

“We’ve only just met, but I’ve waited my whole life to meet him! He’s going to sire my foal!” Her eyes filled sparkling stars.

“Sire your…?” An incredulous Twilight reflexively raised her hoof up as if to object and caught herself. The suggestion was plainly absurd, but she then decided she should at least entertain the notion first given Pinkie’s proven track record of claiming the impossible to be true, only to be later proven correct.

So she considered the matter briefly, but was finally forced to conclude it really was that absurd — for how in the name of Celestia herself could she think that of a pony she’d just met, let alone one who’d fallen injured before them? What in Tartarus is that mare thinking?

“Pinkie, that’s nonsense! Take a good look at him. He’s injured and can’t even talk right now, let alone do… that! Now stop joking around and move that brain reader aside so I can put him on the chair.” It wasn’t just the illogic of the statement that irritated her, either — what was Pinkie playing at, talking about being impregnated by the first stranger who showed up just after having sex with her?

Am I just a completely inadequate lover and some random stallion would be a better lay? Twilight made a mental note to study up on proper sexual form for mare-on-mare sex the next time she and Pinkie did it as the pair completed the transfer.

Nevertheless, Pinkie stood in front of him, a look of wonderment on her face. “So it’s you… is it?” She leaned in closer and ran a hoof through his messy, windswept mane, as blue as the summer sky, streaked with silver highlights. “It’s okay to wake up now! Momma Pinkie is going to take real good care of you!” Pinkie took a step back to get a better look at him.

Twilight put a hoof to her temple, feeling the headache beginning to build common to many a pony who’s experienced long-term exposure to Pinkie Logic.

Still… she did have to admit he had a rugged beauty to him. “I’ll say this much: He is a rather handsome Thestral! Such a lovely blue head and mane! He looks a little like my br —” Twilight just caught herself and cleared her throat hard before she could finish, thinking that perhaps now wasn’t the best time to be thinking about her BBBFF she’d shared some highly illicit moments with on more than one occasion. , Forcibly purging an image of what he might be doing with Cadance at that moment — did she like anal from him, too? — she forced her attention back to the injured Bat-Pony’s care and well-being “There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with him so I don’t see any harm in just… waking him up, eh?” She dipped a spare hoofkerchief in cold water, intending to apply it to his forehead.

Pinkie shook her head. “No need, I saw his eyes move. He’s waking up now!”

The Thestral groaned, reached up with a hoof to rub the sticky out of his eyes and groaned as he reached over and touched his tender wing. He was very large by the standard of Thestral males — they tended more towards the smaller side of the equine average when compared with the other pony tribes due to their chiropteran heritage. Despite that, he stood as tall as Applejack’s brother, Big Macintosh, though with a far leaner build befitting his avian characteristics.

Her desires still roused from earlier, and thoughts of past acts with her brother suddenly surging through her mind, she traced her eyes southward along his thick-gray coated stomach to his groin and mentally oohed with curiosity.

At that moment, his feline eyes locked with Twilight’s, causing her to freeze. Did he catch me looking? she couldn’t help but wonder, her tail flagging free with obvious enthusiasm behind her.

“Hewwo!” The Thestral spoke in a deep voice of strongly accented equish, his eyes exploring his new surroundings. “You hewped me?” His kind gaze never faltered. “I am not speaking much ekkish... So-rry.” He tapped the side of his head and shrugged. “Thanks for hewp!” He bowed his head, in what Twilight interpreted to be a respectful gesture before licking at his sore wing.

“You are so very welcome!” Twilight gushed, clopping her hooves together. “It’s not every night I get to care for injured stallions!” Very tall, very muscular stallions with such remarkably well-defined deltoids, especially! To say nothing of their… the thought died stillborn as she realized he was showing nicely, his hybrid organ already spilling halfway out its sheath and swelling slowly before her eyes.

She found herself staring at the display, but couldn’t help it, having never been so enrapt to see it since the first time she saw it happen on her brother’s body, having snuck into his room and pulled down his sheets to get a closer look at it. The Thestral’s partially erect jet-black bathood lay limp and astonishingly long despite being half-flaccid, already snaking nearly halfway up his strong, chiseled abdomen. His fat and prosperous seed sack was filled to bulging and rested invitingly between his thighs.

Twilight had studied her fair share of male anatomy and sampled quite a bit of it as well from her hidden toy box, but the sight of this particular phallus with its unique tube-like structure, the tapered head giving way to a diminutive, all but vestigial medial ring, unlike anything the other three Equestrian pony tribes possessed. It was part bat, part pony and fully enrapturing to behold. To say nothing of several orders of deviation larger than anything she’d ever seen on any stallion not named ‘Shining Armor’!

Sorry, BBBFF, but I think you just lost your title of most well-endowed pony! she mentally apologized to him as the pace of his excitement accelerated and he then surged the rest of the way to full erection under her gaze; he might have been watching her but Twilight couldn’t tear her gaze away to check.

For his impressive stature combined with all she knew of the Thestral races from countless hours of study, the conclusion was unmistakable: He was an Alpha, a breeder. She remembered reading about them in an old essay titled Comparative Anatomy Among the Equine Subgroups, one of many fascinating texts available in Canterlot’s Public Library, a copy of which she kept back at Golden Oaks Library. The lines came back to her in that moment word for word:

The Alpha or ‘breeder’ phenomenon among the Thestral sub-race of the hybrid-equine subgroup of Bat Ponies inhabiting present-day Thestralslovakia is believed to have evolved to reflect the mating strategies of their chiropteran ancestry, rather than their equine ancestry, leading many scholars to place them outside of ‘proper equinity’ and into their own racial category. Others insist the distinction is impolite and shows a callous disregard for what they call the ‘fourth pony race’’. Because of the fractious nature and ethnic and cultural unrest between the united pony tribes and Thestrals stemming from these discussions, the controversy is kept quiet and never acknowledged in any official, legal or diplomatic capacity by the Crown or Crown officials.

Born primarily from the ranks of Thestralslovakian nobility, the traits that produce them are recessive and they are thus but three percent of the population. But their stock is said to be responsible for around ninety-five percent of the present post-scarcity Bat Pony population, the genetics of the old medieval peasant populations that one made up their majority being gradually replaced due to attrition caused by malnourishment, war, epidemics and the high-infant mortality rate stemming from these Mulethusian scenarios which caused undue hardship on society’s poorest.

Thestrals, being far more prone to competitive mating behavior than ponies, thus put in place social norms to encourage these fitter males to breed with as many partners as possible, leading to dramatic morphological changes present in the population over time.

While outgroup selection among Thestrals has been observed, their tendencies toward ingroup preference and cultural isolation make this quite a rare phenomenon indeed.

Twilight felt a sting of regret considering that last fact.

She forced herself to look into his eyes if only to pry her gaze from his glorious endowment, finding his irises dark blue and glittering brilliant in the moonlight like a pair of lapis lazuli gems. He shook his head, seemingly still dazed by his collision with the tree, his mouth gaped open slightly, revealing a pair of razor-sharp fangs. He seemed not in the least frightened but fascinated by the sight of Twilight staring down at him in this place that must seem completely foreign to him.

She felt herself flushing even harder under his scrutiny. And was it her imagination, or had the tip of his impressive organ wobbled towards her as if to look at her? “Do you have a name mister… mailpony?” Twilight asked delicately, unsure if it was considered impolite to refer to him as a ‘pony’.

He stared at her but then shrugged sadly. “No… under-stand. Sorry...”

“Oh.” She’d not had very much experience dealing with Thestrals, mostly relying on books to fill her in on the finer points of the night-loving hybrids. The ancient lore held that Thestrals were created by the original Alicorn or Alicorns who created Equestria, combining the magical essence of the native ponies, sabercats, and large fruit bats into the keepers and caretakers of the vast forested region.

Indeed, not many ponies had direct dealings with Thestrals, who administered Luna’s crown holdings east of the Everfree Forest from their capital city of Hollow Shades. The mysterious metropolis hadn’t formed an exclave within Canterlot until Luna had been freed from the Nightmare; the majority of bat-kind preferring the quiet and magically-created darkness of the hills and woodlands of Thestralslovakia.

“I’m Twilight Sparkle!” she said as she regarded the curious Thestral with a warm and genuine smile, tapping her chest as she spoke her name. “And this is my friend, Pinkie Pie!” Twilight pointed to her friend who winked at him suggestively.

“Hi there, cutie! I’m Pinkie Pie! And this is my pink pie!” The baker-pony quickly turned and flagged her tail at him by way of greeting, causing his eyes to go wide and his organ to twitch hard. It seemingly moved of its own accord to point away from Twilight and back towards Pinkie, to what Twilight recognized as genuine excitement from the latter while feeling a surprising degree of disappointment and even jealousy at his shift in interest.

Suddenly and very keenly afraid of losing his attention, Twilight spoke up, quickly dismissing the strange temptation to give him the same greeting Pinkie had but not quite succeeding as her tail flagged involuntarily behind her, though she just managed to keep herself from turning towards him to give a full view.

Feeling flustered, Twilight laughed nervously, waving dismissively at her friend. “Oh, Pinkie! You’re such a kidder!”

Twilight levitated over his mailbag and showed it to the Thestral, garnering an instant look of recognition from him. “I’m glad you’re alright. I gathered up as much of your mail as I could for you… Is there anything else we can do to help… assuming you know what I’m saying right now?” Twilight maintained her professional student’s smile, sure she’d just aced her friendship performance, putting her guest’s interests above her own more personal pursuits.

Wait — was it after midnight? This might even count towards the following days’ friendship report! Twilight made a mental tick on that particular box even as she scolded herself thinking about the Princess at a time like this.

Unaware of her warring thoughts and desires, he smiled back with a patient nod, leaving her certain he understood nothing about what in Tartarus was happening.

Twilight followed his gaze as he focused fully and adjusted to the low light level his eyes were designed to see in, cat-like pupils dilating fully as he took in the sight of the young and uniquely patterned lavender, pink and blue Unicorn standing before him. Twilight wondered what he might be seeing in her: maybe she seemed nubile, earnest, innocent...

Vulnerable?

There was something altogether thrilling about the simple act of looking him in his feline eyes; the glowing gaze of a natural-born hunter and predator equipped by the Goddesses with night vision and whisper-quiet flight who regularly sunk his teeth into the flesh of animals he himself had slain. Twilight would never admit it to anypony, not even her own family, but she had a grudging respect for the carnivorous lifestyle.

She supposed it had to do with early equinity’s own need to develop crude weapons and even hunt for survival; to this day the Pegasi of Cloudsdale were occasionally known to eat imported meat from the Griffon Kingdom. It might also be her general adoration of fit, healthy stallions that possessed a degree of martial acumen — powerful stallions who could look after themselves during hard times and provide for their herd. Given this Thestral’s size and fitness, he was quite an accomplished hunter indeed.

To say nothing of being equipped with an impressive spear to penetrate a Unicorn to her very core! A shiver passing through her at the thought, Twilight felt her most intimate place began to wink.

Twilight blushed further as she realized his breeder status meant he could likely recognize the effect he was having on her, and even encourage it in her further. As if in confirmation of her own analysis, he turned towards her fractionally an open display of his own arousal, pushing it slightly towards her and allowing its tapered head to seemingly focus exclusively on her again. As she licked her dry lips, she was given a strong impression that his bathood was not unlike his coiled serpent poised to strike at her from beneath his belly; she felt all but mesmerized by its one-eyed gaze.

So mesmerized, in fact, that she didn’t realize he’d spoken a few sentences in his native tongue until Pinkie broke into her thoughts. “Twilight, what language is that?” Pinkie tilted her head like an attentive animal as she looked at the Thestral. “It sounds cute!”

“Huh?” The sound of Pinkie’s voice broke Twilight from her trance, filling her with embarrassment at where she’d been staring, only to be overridden by an all-too-familiar skepticism surrounding her friend’s inexplicable magic powers and a desire to refute it. “What language? Wait a minute, Pinkie — you know this stallion is going to breed you but your Pinkie Sense can’t tell you anything about his language or where he came from?” her slightly befuddled mind finally locked onto her friend’s latest contradiction.

“Of course not, silly filly! It doesn’t tell me everything!” Pinkie waved a dismissive hoof. “Besides, I don’t need to know what he’s saying! Sex is a universal language, Twilight! He’s not going to have sex with me in Equish!”

Twilight winced as Pinkie’s riposte shattered her suspicions into so much inconsequential dust. When will I learn to stop questioning her abilities? “Oof! You got me there…” Twilight thought back with some difficulty to her time as Celestia’s student, rubbing a hoof behind her head. She had heard Thestrals speaking in their own unique dialects before since their couriers regularly delivered to Canterlot and could distinguish the big three languages well enough: Poniska, Nagyar, and Romareian.

There were others too like Stirrupska, Slewvene, and Slewvak but they were nearly dead dialects by all accounts she’d read, and she’d certainly never met anypony from that part of Thestral Country! “Well, he’s definitely speaking a slewvic language — Poniska if I’m reading his accent correctly. He’s probably making a long-distance delivery to somepony in someplace that has a Thestralslovakian embassy who can speak his language. Canterlot being the obvious choice as it’s closest.”

“Cant-erwot?” His eyes lit up with recognition at Twilight assumed was the name of his destination. He then pointed at Twilight, followed by his uniform. “Wook where!”

“Oh!” Twilight understood what he wanted her to do and immediately searched his uniform with her magic, half wishing he was in it so she could feel up his well-toned physique in the process. Putting the strangely heady thought aside, and trying not to pay attention to his undeniably alluring erection that seemed to somehow be tracking her as it continually wobbled to point at her, the search turned up a helpful shipping manifest with a list of delivery locations and a crystal tracking device, one Twilight easily recognized by its magical ping as one that would let whoever sent the courier track him down if he got into any trouble.

It also had his name written down in both Equish and Poniska, ‘Triton/Tryton’, along with his cutie mark of a clay-colored moon, set in front of a second blue moon, a bit darker than his fur.

Twilight’s eyes scanned the paper, making sure she understood each detail exactly before nodding her head, making an internal excuse for not returning his uniform that she wasn’t sure he didn’t have other injuries it might mask. “Right… um… so his name is Triton and he’s delivering some mail from Moon City to Canterlot. He’s got a wingbat of sorts; a tracker by the name of Io who’s based out of Ponyville.

“He’ll have been alerted by now since it’s giving off an active signal, so it looks like we’ll need to, uh, keep him company until he comes to help him out.” Her blush intensified again at the lurid thoughts again surging through her psyche; she swore there was a smell of… something just on the edge of her senses she couldn’t quite pick up or pinpoint, but she somehow knew it was there.

As she looked up, Pinkie gave a knowing smile. “Keep him ‘company’, huh?”

Twilight waggled her hoof disapprovingly even as another image of the stallion’s erect organ slowly penetrating her, invading her innermost sanctum flashed unbidden through her imagination, though she couldn’t be sure if it was because of this Alpha-Thestral’s allure or the exciting events of the erotically-charged evening. She picked up the barest hint of an odor again and started to wonder if he was giving off some form of magical pheromone.

But it passed.

Twilight cleared her throat and blinked her eyes, doing her best to banish the lurid thoughts and regain her composure and demeanor. “Now, wait a minute Pinkie! This could all be some coincidence. And I don’t want you doing anything to this stallion without him being able to consent properly! We can hardly call ourselves a friend if we start helping ourselves to him like he’s just a side of hay fries!” she insisted, uncertain of what she was feeling was his doing or just hers.

“I dunno, Twilight. He looks pretty ready to go!” She pointed at his towering and visibly throbbing bathood, the tip shining wetly in the pale moonlight as Twilight turned her attention back to it again. She felt herself being drawn to it like a moth to flame even as, to her immense frustration, it wobbled back to point towards Pinkie Pie once more. “I call dibs!”

She was about to object, that primitive feminine part of her brain protesting that she should get the first crack since he was so obviously into her more and had done more than anypony to make sure he was alright, only to barely catch herself, choking back the purple sparks that her horn was threatening to emit again.

“That… that doesn’t mean anything! He can’t help it, Pinkie. He’s just a stallion!” Twilight said with an air of speaking an obvious truth even as she mentally willed his organ to point back towards her. “If you were him, you’d be confused and feel put upon by the sight of two unfamiliar and exotic-looking equines ogling you, too!”

She looked at the Thestral sympathetically. “You’re probably used to looking at other Thestrals like you, aren’t you? It’s okay, Triton, we’ll take good care of you until we can get you back to your friends!”

“O-kay.” Triton looked back longingly, his mouth slightly agape as he looked into Twilight’s eyes. Then he slowly nodded giving the Unicorn a fang-toothed grin, earning a deeper blush from Twilight and a fresh shiver passing down her spine.

For the first time, Pinkie started to act genuinely disconcerted to Twilight, standing up and beginning to pace back and forth. “No, this can’t be right…” She went through what Twilight understood to be the motions she’d performed earlier, making a series of gestures with her hooves. Her frown only deepened after she’d retraced events. “Twilight, I’m certain this Thestral is going to make me pregnant. There’s just no way I can be wrong!”

Twilight grunted angrily. “Pregnant? Pinkie, you just turned eighteen a couple of days ago!”

“I know, right?” Pinkie threw up her hooves in disgust. “That is waaaaay too late to be getting started! I’m practically an old mare! What would my Mom say? Any respectable filly starts when she’s sixteen at the latest! That’s when my Mom had Maud and me!”

Twilight could feel her fur beginning to smoke with the same elemental fire that had exploded out of her the last time one of Pinkie’s ‘doozies’ had been revealed to her. “Patience, Twilight…” She composed herself and calmly regarded her friend with a pleading expression, afraid she might scare the slightly bemused but still sorely aroused Thestral stallion off with her fiery temper.

“While I respect the traditions of your parents, you have to understand the choice to have foals is ultimately yours and not your parents, and they’re a huge responsibility! And they cost money! And they create messes!” She thought of a roomful of horned and bat-winged babies destroying her entire laboratory one delicate instrument at a time as she looked on in horror.

“Yeah… I guess you’re right, Twilight. But that’s how we Pies have always done it for generations! Don’t get me wrong, growing up on a rock farm wasn’t the most fun experience, but I agree with Applejack; the old ways were the best! Bringing foals into the world Is worth more than just sharing a smile, it’s sharing the experience of being alive!” Pinkie beamed with pride.

Though not unaffected by the passionately delivered statement, the idea of having foals of her own gaining a sudden and inexplicably strong sway within her, Twilight still slammed on the brakes. “Hang on, even if that’s all true, and you want this, uh, prophecy of yours to come true… We can’t know that this Thestral feels the same way, Pinkie!” Twilight jabbed in the direction of their mute guest with an accusing hoof. “For all either of us knows, he just wants to sit here quietly and be left alone!”

With me… the thought rose up within her unbidden as she glanced at him and blushed again.

The Thestral smiled back and nodded, adding a wink, making her wonder if he could read her thoughts. It’s like he’s enjoying the idea of two mares fighting over him or something! But we’re NOT fighting over him! I mean I’m only trying to… her thoughts stubbornly refused to stay on platonic paths and her marehood winked hard again behind her, the aroma of blackcurrant beginning to grow heavy in the cool night air once more.

“Well of course he wants to be left alone… with me, silly!” Pinkie explained in a maddeningly matter-of-fact tone. “He’s a stallion. He wants to breed, and I want a foal! So we’re both getting what we want! It’s like exchanging gifts on Hearth’s Warming Eve!”

Twilight kneeled on her hind legs, reaching out with her forelimbs as if begging for sanity, both from her friend and from her own increasingly fevered thoughts. “Pinkie… I know you’ve got your own… unique ways of looking at the world, but raising a foal is an enormous amount of work!”

“I know, Twi! I’ve helped raise twins. And even when they were being difficult I loved every second of it!”

Twilight clutched at her stomach as if she’d had the wind knocked out of her.

It had been a rather effective rebuttal, one that even found resonance within her as she found the idea of getting bred by this incredibly fertile male evermore tempting. “B-but he has a home far from here and a job that takes him all over Equestria! He won’t be there to support you!” she argued, trying to convince herself as much as her friend.

“You don’t know that, Twilight! But even if he isn’t, I can still take care of our baby.” She looked lovingly into his eyes, taking in what Twilight increasingly suspected were the very potent Thestral pheromones and male musk, the latter filling the air with an aroma of burning sandalwood.

“B-but…” Twilight’s face began to twitch and her teats began to harden up beneath her belly as the same scents began to register fully on her own senses as well, tugging her down a path she found herself increasingly tempted to follow. But still, her common sense tried to override her freshly surging desires.

“Pinkie, w-we came here to test your Sense! We just got into a relationship and talked about herding, but that doesn’t mean that either of us is ready to have foals yet! You just turned eighteen two days ago and I’m only three days older than you. You threw the party for me, remember? So I say we get back to taking readings while we wait for our new friend’s friends to come and rescue him. ”

And hope one of them speaks Equish! Twilight’s internal monologue confirmed the prudence of her latest suggestion.I admit… I’m a little curious to find out if this stallion really is interested in me — I mean one of us! He sure is well-endowed and quite… erect down there! She swallowed hard for a second, finding her gaze drifting back to his assets. You know, he could give my big brother a run for his bits. What a gorgeous specimen and so much tamer-looking than my brother’s! His head isn’t nearly as thick and stretchy. But with that tapered tip, I bet the anal he’d give me would blow my mind…

She blinked again at where her thoughts had gone. Wha—? Now I want him to do me… there? She asked herself in disbelief as her upper opening offered its own opinion on the matter by puckering hard in eager anticipation at the idea. Okay, this is officially getting freaky! Twilight began staring at him intensely, recalling the exact details of Alpha Thestrals’ enhanced fertility capabilities described in the essay, Comparative Anatomy Among the Equine Subgroups she’d referenced earlier.

Fortunately, she wasn’t too lost in her growing lust that she couldn’t recall it instantly:

As a dedicated competitive mating strategist, the Alpha Thestral’s breeding capabilities are, in a word, remarkable. The Alpha’s enhanced size not only supports larger genitalia on average but the amount of semen stored in the testicles is over five times that of your typical Earth Pony stallion, capable of replenishing itself at as astonishing ten times the rate of recovery and boasting over ten thousand times the number of healthy sperm, all but guaranteeing impregnation if an egg is present.

And even if one is not, it is rumored that some Alpha Thestrals can even bring about a state of temporary fertility in a potential mate through the release of pheromones, causing them to release an egg out of season, though such claims lack sufficient evidentiary support and seem, on its face, absurd.

More concretely, the Alpha does possess an enhanced empathic sense, not unlike the ability Luna and the dreamwalker Thestrals possess, allowing them to scry the deepest desires of their prospective mates, and giving him an insight into their equine prey that all but assures a willing and eager participant gets seeded. This includes an instinctive understanding of what they like and what they wish, enabling them to use their quarry’s own fetishes and desires against them…

The last line lingered in her head, both heady and a little frightening to her. Then this means… just like Pinkie did, he already KNOWS I’m interested and what I want him to do? She swallowed hard.

“Hmm…”

Twilight turned to face Pinkie, the sound of her voice snapping Twilight back to attention.

Pinkie was looking at Triton, who looked back at her with only casual interest. If Twilight had to guess, he seemed almost bored with the proceedings.

“Twilight, are you trying to steal the ‘first one of us to get pregnant achievement’ for yourself?”

“What!?” Twilight snorted defensively, her honor and integrity as a friend and scientist so directly questioned yet again. She tore her attention away from his throbbing, black pony pleaser to make her honorable intentions clear to her pink friend. “No! Getting pregnant was your idea! And I’ll have you know, my next estrus isn’t for another three weeks and I am never so much as a day off schedule!” Twilight snapped back even as a pang in her nethers reminded her that consequence-free sex from a willing and very well-endowed stallion stood mere feet away from her.

But that’s completely illogical! You can’t just have sex with random stallions dropping out of the night sky on a whim! How am I supposed to put that in a letter to Princess Celestia? She fretted again.

“OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOh! He can’t actually get you pregnant!?” Pinkie gave an exaggerated intake of breath. She turned to face the Thestral, her face a look of calculated calm gesturing casually at her friend. “In that case, Mister Bat Pony? You have my permission to give my marefriend Twilight Sparkle the night of her life!”

Despite the language barrier, his eyes lit up as if he was being served up a plate of fresh mango licking his muzzle top and bottom with a swipe of her long pink tongue.

How was Pinkie communicating with him across language barriers? It was impossible to know for sure and there were far more pressing concerns at hoof, such as the Thestral pressing every throbbing inch of his supple obsidian spire into her to see if she could take it.

Cursing her raging, immutable bisexuality — and Pinkie’s — Twilight fought to bring her flagging tail under control, trying with all her remaining will from letting her horn announce her desires — or worse, her magic from acting on him in pursuit of them! I’m overthinking this. I’ll just ask Pinkie if she can communicate with him and be done with it. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder in some part of her brain that hadn’t yet committed itself to the task of deciding whether or not to get tucked in by a stranger: Was Pinkie’s prediction of the stallion breeding one of them correct to begin with? Because if it was that would imply a degree of risk that she could end up tangled up into the prophecy instead of her pink marefriend. Pinkie herself reacted with surprise that things weren’t going according to plan...

No, that’s absurd! This entire prophecy is farcical! Twilight thought to herself slightly frantically, the heat of her nethers now quickly spreading throughout her body as she teetered on the edge of surrender. I’m not fertile! It’s entirely impossible!

Prophecies such as the one predicting Nightmare Moon’s return had been historically verified so the subject of prophecy itself wasn’t an issue for the skeptically-minded empiricist. But, as Twilight reminded herself, there was no way any of them could prevent her coming back making the event being prophesied in a very real sense inevitable and thus render the prediction ultimately inconsequential — an academic matter with little practical value in hindsight, outside of a day’s headstart to mobilize a team of perfect strangers together to resist her.

Pinkie’s prophecy, on the other hoof, could very easily fail through the use of basic countermeasures any of the three parties present could employ to ensure events didn’t come to pass. Twilight herself could teleport them both away from the hill and leave the Thestral with his tracking sensor, leaving him alone but with food and drink. Or she could teleport the Thestral away to a safe location, perhaps her own home to be looked after by Spike and remove any possibility of intercourse taking place that way.

B-but what fun would that be…? She squirmed again as part of her internally rebelled at the thought.

But even if she wasn’t willing to act for reasons both illogical and immoral, the Thestral himself could flap off to the Ponyville Post Office and find shelter there among his fellow postal workers while his wing healed and his compatriots followed his magic beacon to him. He could expect to be rescued in a matter of hours or even minutes given his contact lived in Ponyville.

Or hay, even Pinkie herself might end it if she wished at any time simply by coming to her senses, deciding to think long and hard over whether he truly wanted to have foals with a pony she’d just met who spoke a language she didn’t even know!

In the end, despite all she had felt and experienced, Twilight couldn’t imagine a more flimsy premise for such a prediction. And whatever wondrous powers it did impart, she seriously doubted that even Pinkie Sense could drop a stallion out of the sky and into Pinkie’s vagina given the complications involved.

But wait — there was in fact the perfect solution to the Pinkie Predicted Impregnation Paradox, a way to thwart her prediction that could be pulled off without even alerting Pinkie to Twilight’s subversion — She could simply use Pinkie’s permission to let him rut her first! The more she thought about it, the more it made perfect sense! Letting him penetrate her slowly inch by inch and in whatever orifice he wanted until she was stuffed entirely full of him and he was completely spent of his seed was the surest way to not only debunk Pinkie’s argument, but in turn prevent her from getting pregnant by a total stranger! It was brilliant!

“Pinkie, you can’t actually communicate with this stallion! We established earlier this isn’t a part of your abilities… right?”

Pinkie sauntered over to Twilight and put a leg over her shoulder, stealing a kiss on her ruddy cheek. “Of course not, Twi! But let’s face it, a flank like yours doesn’t need explaining!”

Twilight shuddered and sent a drip of hot, mare cider tumbling the ground as she felt what she could only describe as her second sensual wind preparing her body for further action. “I’ll tell you what… Why don’t I… That is to say we… agree that perhaps I should be the one to… you know…” She shuffled from hoof to hoof uncertainly.

“I knew it!” Pinkie proclaimed, pumping a hoof in the air. “You really are interested in him! You want this large, powerful stallion to hollow you out with his oversized horsemeat — sink his fangs into the back of your neck and break you in like no mere pony could ever dream of doing!” As Twilight watched, Pinkie zeroed her ears in on her, her face awash with mischievous glee as Twilight herself could only cringe and flush so deep she was certain her cheeks had gone nearly the same shade as Pinkie’s fur. “You want this uncivilized Thestral to show you all of the things you’ve been missing because no Canterlot stallion could ever do it for you!”

Twilight realized she’d not only been found out, but been idly needling her marehood with her own aura the entire time, hurriedly cutting off her spell. “Listen, Pinkie, that’s not fair of you to say at all, even I might be sorta very much interested in this Thestral — There, I said it!” Twilight kicked forward, stamping her forehooves down hard on the dewy-tarp, meeting Pinkie’s gaze defiantly. “But I am not one to be jumping to conclusions that I somehow regard other Unicorns as being beneath me!” Twilight tore her eyes away, a shock of guilt rolling over her, realizing that, when confronted, her mind had seized on the second accusation while disregarding the first. “A-and I don’t call Thestrals uncivilized either, for that matter!”

“Of course you never did, silly!” Pinkie replied in the annoying carefree way that made Twilight want to both kiss her and recoil from her, having been seemingly cornered only to escape reason and logic by digging her way under the metaphorical chain link fence and escaping justice once more. “It’s something you don’t think about, you just gotta have it! The need for it is unspoken, only revealing itself to you in times of weakness.”

“Get to the point!” Twilight spoke through gritted teeth, sparing a look at the Thestral male again, who she could see was now listening in some interest and wearing what she could only describe as a lazy expression.

“Oh, how do I put this? I’m not as good with words as you are, Twily…” Pinkie brought a hoof to her cheek. “Twilight, you are really powerful. Like crazy powerful at magic! No other Unicorn in Ponyville can hope to match what you do. And you’re Celestia’s personal student! Twilight… you’re one of the most powerful mares in all Equestria!”

Twilight felt herself blushing again, this time from praise. “I… never really thought of it that way, Pinkie but… I suppose it’s fair to say that.”

“Of course it’s fair! What you do is incredible! I’ve always been amazed by what you can do with magic — with that horn of yours...” Her gaze lingered a bit at something above Twilight’s head and out of sight.

Pinkie averted her gaze, much to Twilight’s surprise. Was she staring at my horn? I never thought anypony would find such a basic tool of spellcasting to be at all interesting! Pinkie was never known to be modest or even tactful — probably why she and Rainbow Dash got on so well — but if Twilight didn’t know better, she’d say Pinkie was being shy.

“When you saved Ponyville from the Ursa, you acted like it wasn’t anything. And to you, it probably wasn’t. But what I’m getting at is — I don’t think any Unicorn could ever satisfy you, Twilight! There’s just nopony else on your level short of the Princess herself! In fact, I don’t think any Unicorn stallion in Equestria would ever approach you given your reputation. They’re all too scared...”

“I... see…” Just when it makes sense for Pinkie not to make sense, she starts making the most sense of any mare I’ve ever met. “You think this stranger from another land might be the only one who could stand up to my abilities, is that it? Well, that’s not important to me right now, Pinkie!” Twilight drew herself up proudly, like the leader Celestia was expecting her to be. “I’m here to stop you from making a terrible mistake, so I’m going to look after this stallion until his friends show up and whatever happens in the meantime, well… I guess it... just happens.”

“If you think it’s for the best…” Pinkie nodded, her face lined with worry. “Still… if you’re not ready for foals yourself, you should be careful, Twilight! I know for a fact that estrus can be wildly unpredictable! Why, I had one show up a full month early once!” Her enormous ears twitched again.

But Twilight waved off her concerns. She’d already been over this with her and there was no need to belabor the point, but she knew well by then that Pinkie was nothing if not persistent. “Unicorns are the most predictable of anypony when it comes to estrus cycles.” Twilight brought her forehooves together excitedly, smiling at the prospect of teaching a student a new and interesting fact about the world.

“Did you know that every single Unicorn mare in Equestria is timed to the exact same day? My cycle synced the very year I arrived in Ponyville. Just think, I, in effect, joined the Ponyville herd in a biological sense and am now part of a superorganism joining all of us together in sisterhood! It’s so cool, that of all the things we could have adapted from our horse ancestors, synchronous estrus would be one of them.” Twilight could already feel the sexual tension of the situation loosen ever slightly having allowed her scientific mind to reassert itself, even if for just a moment.

“You’re so cute, Twilight! Well, in that case — have fun!” Pinkie chuckled with a parting kiss. “Just try not to wake the whole town while he’s going down on you!” she teased with a wink and then turned away from the pair to look up at the sky, rotating her ears and occasionally twitching an ear or a leg. “If you need anything, I’m going to be trying to apologize to those space colonists for scaring them earlier. I still feel kinda bad about it.”

Then she bounded off before Twilight could reply, the salad strainer hat still on her head.

The Thestral stallion watched her with a slightly befuddled expression before settling his gaze back on Twilight.

She caught a glimpse of his pupils, fully dilated under the pale light of the starry sky, appraising her from head to toe, then going back for a second scan. He must really like what he sees!

Then his organ twitched in his lap as he sat up slightly to get a closer look, sniffing at the air. And what he smells…? She wondered how keen his nose truly was, designed as it was to sniff out fruits and possible prey.

Feeling a sudden attack of nerves, Twilight immediately tore her eyes away from the sight, looking instead at Pinkie who’d just laid down and directed her full aural attention toward the night sky. She was aroused, more aroused than she’d ever felt, and yet the sweet sensation of having snagged such a fine stallion on her hook couldn’t bring her suddenly anxious mind peace. Great… just great! Twilight, what have you gotten yourself into?

Twilight bit her lip as she continued watching Pinkie scan the skies as she sensed more of her feminine essence leaking out of her onto the tarp and no doubt signaling her arousal to the keen-nosed Thestral nearby. “I’m doing this for Pinkie, not just myself!” she reminded herself, not entirely convincingly. “And I’m willing to assume any risk for the sake of my friends!” she insisted to herself, trying to silence her nerves and the pounding of her heart. “I just need to —“

A sudden presence making itself known, Twilight turned around to look at the Thestral who, to her shock, was now sitting right next to her, barely an inch away. She hadn’t even heard the tarp crackle of crunch. It was like he’d just appeared there out of thin air.

He smiled politely and draped his uninjured wing around her back, whispering something in his native tongue to her that imparted both a sense of reassurance and promise, even without her knowing the words.

He was even larger up close. The top of Twilight’s mane couldn’t even touch his chiseled chin. And this was to say nothing about how wide he appeared with his enormous wings which, unfurled, could span almost ten feet — a third larger than the size of Pegasus wings! As she studied him, she was again forcefully reminded of her brother’s physique: tall, athletic, and cut in a way that betrayed years of dedicated physical training. He might even have been a soldier like her dearly beloved Big Brother Best Friend Forever before adopting the life of a fearless courier, one braving the perils of long-distance travel alone to get ponies their much-needed packages.

Perhaps he even won the heart and soothed the aching loneliness of the occasional mare along the way!

With another soothing murmur, he nuzzled her mane, tossing her bangs aside and drew in a powerful breath, turning Twilight immediately self-conscious again about what it was he could smell. Do I smell good to him? She wondered half-frantically. I suppose he would leave if I didn’t! But here he is, right beside me! I can’t believe this is happening! Twilight thought as she nickered back at him, playfully.

She couldn’t help it — he was so much like her brother, probably a big, goofy, lovable, and faithful companion despite his dark fur and membrane wings, to say nothing of the uncanny sight of his cat-like pupils that glowed a pale blue. Then there were his long, pointed fangs, which preferred the taste of fresh fruit and perhaps even a freshly caught fish to the crispness of freshly-cooked hayburgers.

“My friend is really something else, huh? Twilight told Triton shyly, her anxiety ebbing away more and more by the moment and took the time to put her at ease. He is clearly well-practiced in what he is doing, trying to relax me! She knew he wouldn’t understand her words, but if he was as intelligent as she’d suspected, he’d be able to understand the intent and the sound of her own voice made her feel less awkward and uncertain.

“You are so… dashing!” Twilight whispered in spite of herself, tracing a hoof over the curvature of her ear in an instinctive act of seduction, catching herself far too late and soothing herself with the knowledge that at least she was speaking gibberish for all he knew.

He replied with a few words of his language. Before she could wonder what he was saying, Twilight then felt his wings caressing her back, stretching slightly like a rubber band across its contours as gentle as a whisper. She could make out the touch of all five of the elongated finger bones which made up his wing, a hand much like Spike used to write with, connected one to the other with a thick membrane stretched between them that allowed him to soar through the sky — alien to the pony anatomy but similar enough to her most trusted assistant to bring her comfort. She felt the tension between them begin to ebb away as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

She put a hoof around his middle with some difficulty due to his size and leaned into him. She felt him draw her in close with his own in return. Twilight savored the sensation of his well-toned and nicely muscled barrel pushing back against him; his warm stallion body pressed against hers. It was the most intimate moment she’d shared with a male since Shining Armor had left her behind to join the Royal Guard, leaving her lonely and bereft with nothing but Celestia and a library full of books to keep her company — books that would later become her only comfort in life.

By Celestia, I was such a foal! she told herself, recognizing only at that moment what she’d been missing her whole life and been depriving herself of, vowing she would start making up for lost time right then and there.

Even as she settled deeper into his embrace, Twilight tore her eyes away from the Thestral to glance at Pinkie. It occurred to Twilight that she wasn’t being much more subtle than Pinkie was with her mating signals, thus taking advantage of his situation. The thought gave her immediate pause — whatever his prior experience, this poor stallion had to put up with such uncivilized behavior as if he’d been taken hostage by a Maregolian warband of matriarchal raiders, being passed between them without even a word of courteous communication in written or spoken form.

Not that it looks like he’s complaining?

Despite her very real and still growing excitement, she felt a sudden and very strong pang of guilt over her actions, thinking she should be defending his honor and chastity at all costs not only from Pinkie, but herself as well! It was then she decided — no. No! I can’t do this! It’s too quick! I can’t just take advantage of him like this! As difficult as it was, Twilight vowed to do the harmonious thing, pulling back from him fractionally to his visible surprise. It hurt her as well, but she soothed her disappointed desires by promising herself that her reward would come later in knowing she’d acted righteously in defense of the vulnerable male.

“So… nice night, isn’t it? The stars are particularly clean and bright tonight!” Twilight asked in a friendly but far more platonic tone, removing her hoof from his back and putting a short distance between the two of them. “I really should learn how to communicate with you later so we can be pen pals! I bet you have a few interesting stories to tell, being a courier and all!”

Picking up her quill and notebook, she began jotting down Pinkie’s unique actions she’d observed to that point. She was just beginning to write down a notation regarding Pinkie’s tail, which was at that moment turning like a hoof-crank mechanism when she felt hot breath on her neck followed quickly by a pair of fangs biting down gently on the tip of her ear, the Thestral whispering something in his native language into it before licking it from base to tip.