Fulfilling Pinkie's Dream

“Wow… I thought I was spent, but you look like you’ve just run a marathon, Pinkie!” Twilight smiled at her friend, the Thestral close behind her. Appearing next to her, he gave Twilight a significant look, seeming concerned by Pinkie’s behavior. Finally shrugging at Twilight, he continued to rub her back with his wing as he licked the post-coital residue from her horn. He is such a gentlecolt to not panic and fly away from Equestrian craziness!

“I understand your concern, Pinkie but… I just know everything is going to be fine!” She patted her belly as she looked back over at Triton, having heard the unmistakable sound of a very large equine body falling to the ground. He was lying supine in what she could only describe as a post-coital daze beside her — a look of deep satisfaction splashed across his azure-furred face.

His shriveled, empty seed sack began to glow pink; an effect Twilight recognized as her own Unicorn fertility magic, replenishing his depleted stocks and quickly working to revive him. He rolled back onto his belly, his bathood slapping the tarp beneath him with a wet flop, his eyes eager with anticipation.

Twilight lay next to him and was soon treated to the welcome touch of Triton’s tongue continuing to lick at her still slick horn.

“Twilight... it’s too late to change what’s happened. I’m so sorry!” Ohmysun! And now it’s happening AGAAAIN!” Pinkie screamed as if she’d been struck by lightning, her tail corkscrewing and legs dancing crazily as both Twilight and Triton watched incredulously. Before their eyes, Pinkie spun once more atop her head while flapping her ears like bat wings, before collapsing into a pile once more.

Twilight’s ears splayed back against the sides of her head as she recalled what had happened the last time Pinkie had happened that way, and what it led to. “It’s what!? Pinkie, you can’t be serious about another Bat Pony just falling out of the sky! The odds must be one in a —”

“Waaaaaaaah!” A second Thestral stallion swooped in making an unannounced landing, his hooves catching the sex-slickened tarp and slipping, forcing him to fall rump-over-teakettle into a pile on the ground. “Oof!”

Triton, who had been working on Twilight’s horn, stopped to laugh at him and said something to him in Poniska before licking his new partner on the cheek, who giggled and gently brushed him aside.

Her body spasms having ended, Pinkie helped him to his hooves while he looked up at her, gaping. Beneath his mail carrier’s uniform and bag, he had a camouflage green fur coat she’d never seen the likes of before and a close-cropped ginger mane and tail.

“You…!” The stranger pointed at Pinkie with a commanding tone in barely accented Equish. “Your ears have got to be at least three feet long! I don’t suppose you were trying to signal me in, were you? Can’t say you’ve got the technique of a Thestralslovakian signal corpsbat but you sure are obvious from a mile away!” He puffed out his chest proudly, military medals covering his mail carrier’s uniform.

Pinkie giggled and gave the new arrival a flirtatious flick of her tail. “Thirty-seven-point-three inches, but who’s counting?”

Finally, a Thestral who speaks a bit of Equish! Twilight cleared her throat, hoping the smell of wet slippery sex would go uncommented on, dispersed by the refreshing night breeze she felt cooling her overheated body off. “Twilight Sparkle…” the Unicorn bowed her head slightly in greeting, “... and this is my friend Pinkie Pie. We found Triton here after he crashed into a tree. Did you come looking for him?”

“That I did, Miss Sparkle!” he replied, continuing on in the authoritative tone of a drill instructor. “I picked up a signal from his specially hoof-crafted tracking crystal and came out as soon as I could…” his expression grew embarrassed. “Once I woke up, that is. You won’t tell anypony I was sleeping on duty, will you? Anyway, I’m not surprised he wound up trapped on this hill with such lovely companions as you two!” He regarded the mares with a nod before having a conversation with his Thestral coworker in rapid-fire Poniska, who snuggled up against Twilight at certain points in the conversation as if he was worried she might be carried off by his comrade into the night.

“This is exactly what I think it is! He saw those pretty, pink, furry ears of yours, got excited and the big dummy crashed into the tree!” He punched his friend on the shoulder. “But I can see the pink one wasn’t the one who stole his heart in the end!”

Twilight’s eyes narrowed to a point. “What did you call him?” her horn lit up with an angry red glow.

The Equish-speaking stallion put out a hoof defensively “Easy there, Miss; I meant no offense! Your new coltfriend and I are good buddies and we pick on each other all the time. My name’s Io but some call me ‘Chest Candy’ because that’s what my lovely chest is covered in!” He thumped the front of his uniform, the medals slapping together with a metallic clink while Pinkie oohed with delight. “Triton is a good bat but he isn’t always thinking with his big head… just his smaller head... that’s also really big... kinda like mine!” He sounded flustered for a moment and shifted uncomfortably, turning fractionally away from them and making Twilight wonder if he was trying to hide something.

Her attention was caught by the movement of Pinkie’s ears perking up. She eyeing the newcomer closely, seemingly liking what she saw by the sneaky smile on her face. Looks like the Pinkie Sense brought in backup! Twilight surmised. One for me and one for Pinkie…? She found herself appraising him as well, but quickly shunted the thought aside, remembering what she already had and never wanted to give up.

Turning back to Triton, Twilight pressed a hoof against his chest lovingly, caressing his powerfully-built body. “So you’re both named after one of the Jove moons? How fascinating! One of my hobbies is astronomy. I enjoy mapping out the stars and keeping records of where everything is… even if Luna does like to change things just to keep me busy.”

“That we are! Though most of us name-theme as you ponies do. You’d be surprised how many bats take their names from wine grapes but that’s neither here nor there. We’re quite taken to learning to map the stars as well.” Io chuckled, shaking his head about something. “Some of us Thestrals take it a bit too seriously though.”

“What do you mean?” Twilight asked.

Io lowered his voice conspiratorially. “This will sound crazy but the leucistic Thestrals — they call themselves Highborne — They actually think they’re going to conquer the universe someday and fly around in spaceships seeking new alien civilizations! Sounds pretty far-fetched, doesn’t it?”

Pinkie smiled, her ears focused on the night sky and shook her head. “Nope!”

Before a surprised Io could reply, Triton looked at his friend and started talking, his voice serious. He looked over at Twilight, brushed her mane with his hoof, and for a moment, his eyes shined with such intense emotion that she thought he was going to cry.

Io looked at Twilight in amazement. “Who are you and what have you done to my wingbat? He sounds like he’s fallen out of the sky to end up in love with you!”

Pinkie cringed slightly but said nothing while Twilight hugged her new coltfriend around his middle. “He does? Io, I must speak to him! I beg of you, please let me talk to him!”

“Easy there, filly!” Io laughed at Twilight’s eagerness. “All you had to do is ask. I can translate for you two if you have something on your mind. And from what he just told me, you can be sure he’s got plenty he’d like to say to you!” he cackled again, looking over at his Thestral friend.

“Thank you…” Twilight then looked into Triton’s blue eyes, whose pupils were locked on her, his gaze gleaming with the intensity of a distant supernova. “Nocturnal hunter, what hope is there in this world of escaping your ever-watchful eye? You’ve pierced my body and soul. Without your touch, there is no warmth. Without you inside of me, there is only the vast emptiness of the void, filling me.” Twilight trailed a tongue up the length of his muscular neck. “Would you fly away without me? Would you leave me without the whispered touch of your webbed wings? Would you leave me without your exquisite tongue upon my ears? Without your hardness inside of me, parting me like a curtain to fill my very depths with your seed?”

Io took a deep breath and mopped his forehead with a hoofkerchief from his uniform pocket. “Oh, sweet Luna in her glory… You’re really going to make me repeat that to him? With all respect, Miss Sparkle, that is not a very bro thing to say to your bat bro!”

Twilight said nothing more, but looked back at him pleadingly, her eyes glimmering.

“Alright! Alright... guess I can’t say no to that face...” Io breathed a heavy sigh and translated Twilight’s words, who could just make out him whispering “No homo!” under his breath in equish through gritted teeth once he finished.

Once he’d heard her words in his own tongue, Triton gripped Twilight around the back with his wings, so that only her horned head was visible from above, her tail poking out beneath the winged curtain but twitching anxiously. He spoke reverently as Io provided translation for him, though not before he gave a light slap of a hoof to his forehead. “Seriously…?” he groaned under his breath, but translated again

“Great magus, heroine of myth and legend. Your might and power are known across the Twisting Nether. The universe whispers thy name and worlds beyond pony ken feel the great pull of your magical connection with each casting of your magic spells. Still further in the depths of eternity, word of your beauty and grace is spoken of by traveling merchants in the furthest reaches of space!”

Io at that point felt compelled to cut into his translation. “Yes, he really is cutting into using Old Poniska. My bro is really laying it on thick!” He cackled with delight as his friend looked back at him, frowning.

“Io…” Twilight said dangerously, feeling her elemental fire coming dangerously close to emerging.

Io laughed nervously, speaking in an unnaturally high-pitched whimper. “Right! Right, I’ll just shut my trap and do my job, eh?” He quickly continued translating, his voice recovering its natural timbre.

“What mortal can compare to thee, Mistress of the Arcane? Could the daughters of Great King Oberon — the winged denizens of my eternal home — hope to compare to you? In all of their majesty and splendor and dressed in finery befitting their noble blood, not one could hope to snare me such as you! Not one could bring me so low and bind me with cords of spider’s silk. Mighty some have called me but I am now but your plaything — a trinket for thy amusement. I am no more capable of leaving your side, than our Moon may flee Equus’ grasp.”

“Oh, Triton, that was so romantic!” Twilight lit her aura and pressed it against his body, delighting in its firmness even against her magical touch. He couldn’t have more than eight-percent body fat on him! And to even imagine such words of his could be true? To be so treasured even above the many mares he’d undoubtedly already mated with as a breeder alpha? “You speak so beautifully of a love eternal, but could this really be true? Am I not surely surpassed by one other more worthy than myself?”

Once he heard the translation, Triton shook his head sharply. He then kissed her horn which caused her breath to catch as she cast a fresh stream of pink sparks into the sky. “Not in all of Thestralslovakia nor of distant worlds unexplored will I hope to find another mare such as thee. I would spend the rest of my life breeding you, succored by your magical embrace. I would pierce you again and again until the light has left my eyes. I would penetrate your divine curtain until the world is filled with legends and heroes once more! I will breed you, Twilight Sparkle, if it’s the final act in my life’s story!”

Twilight felt her heart all but melt at the declaration, even slightly awkwardly translated as it was by a fiercely blushing Io. “Oh, Triton, Hunter of the Shadowed Realm, I am your prey to be ravaged at your whim and pleasure! If I am to be torn asunder from within, let it be for you! If I am to be made a broodmare, let it be for you, dearest Triton. I am yours, forever!” She drew him into a slow and sensual kiss, separating only after hearing Io’s voice behind her, speaking directly to her.

“By the Moon and Stars, you have both got it baaaaaaad!” Io looked at Twilight with something like wonder in his catlike eyes before translating while Pinkie sat on her haunches, her mouth gaping open as she slow-clopped.

Even for as incredibly happy as she was, Twilight felt a fierce pride welling up inside her at having driven her pink pony friend to silence for the first time, perhaps in her entire life.

“Whew! Well, I suppose I better leave you two be. You take good care of Triton for me! Just have him back to me by sunrise sharp tomorrow or the boss will have my head!

“I’m already on probation from falling asleep in a crate back at the mailroom and getting woken up six hours later by the Boss. Me showing up late responding to Triton’s distress beacon isn’t going to end up doing me favors either...” he scrunched up his nose, “... but I don’t suppose you want to hear about all of that...” He then cleared his throat.

“I’ll just take his mailbag and be on my way. They’ll kill me if I don’t at least save the mail! They’ll be peeved enough that I’m not bringing back our missing courier but…” Io gave a sort of wing-shrug to them both, “... what can ya do?”

“It was nice to meet you, Chest Candy! Thanks for all the translations, and I’ll be sure to get him back to you in one piece.” She felt a long bat-like tongue begin to lick at the helical rim of her ear, meaning conversation time was officially over. “G-goodbye!”

Pinkie said nothing, sparing Twilight a pitying look. Her hair had even gone deflated!

What is her problem anyway? Probably still worrying I’m going to get pregnant! What a preposterous notion! Although, if I was going to get pregnant, our foal would likely have great genetic prospects! Twilight thought to herself as Triton drew her attention back to him — as if he could ever be overlooked! — and pierced her lips once more. She sighed, relieved to be wrapped in his tongue’s embrace once more.

Twilight heard Io speak to Pinkie Pie, listening in to find out if she was going to get lucky that night as well. “So! Are you doing anything tonight, little filly? Besides causing us poor couriers to crash into this here, hillside?”

“Ehh, nothing too important. I’m just sitting here, waiting patiently for a strong, well-bred military Thestral to do some physical training with!” Pinkie replied confidently; even distracted as she was, Twilight couldn’t help but admire how incredibly assertive and self-assured she was, comparing her slightly awkward early efforts with Triton unfavorably.

Twilight imagined the scene in her head, Io strutting over to Pinkie, tickling her back with his wing and teasing her marehood with a flick of his close-cropped tail. Perhaps it was just a side effect of Triton’s alpha-breeder presence, but she found herself getting impossibly turned on by the notion of the stranger rutting Pinkie as she cried out for more, even if it meant a far-too-young pregnancy for Ponyville’s Party Pony.

“Well, it just so happens I’ve not only got a background in intense physical training but several metals for orienteering!” she heard Io boast, opening an eye enough to see him give her friend a backward brush of his wing beneath the tail, earning a happy noise. “If you need a Thestral who can find the old g-spot, then good old Chesty’s your bat!”

Hearing that, Twilight had a stifle a chortle, one quickly duplicated by Triton as he queried his friend between kisses and got a quick translation back. separated herself from Triton, the pair both looking over at the scene unfolding next to them.

Pinkie regarded the Bat Pony with half-lidded eyes, returning the tease with a flick between his legs that brushed up against his stallion package. “I want you... to deliver me a package, hot and fresh... and if you do, I’ll bake you up something nice in return!” Pinkie traced a hoof along her belly. “If you can wait twelve months, that is...” she said just as she arrived at his sheathed malehood.

With a sudden intake of breath, Io’s generous endowment immediately dropped out of his sheath before Twilight’s eyes, nearly touching the tarp beneath them! He really IS as big as Triton! She quickly realized as Triton himself fired his friend a mock salute with a wing.

“I like your gung-ho attitude, sister! While I’m delivering your package… I’d like to take a closer look at your pride and glory, and maybe teach you how a real signal company corpsbat does it! So just relax, let it all hang out, and enjoy the flight back to my place! Let’s gooooooooooo!” Io bellowed before wrapping his legs around Pinkie and taking off with her, flying away with her into the night.

“We’re going to get pregnant, Twi! Woooooooooooo!” Pinkie cheered before the two disappeared out of sight and hearing.

Triton and Twilight watched them leave before they turned back to each other and started kissing frantically again.