Fulfilling Pinkie's Dream

Pinkie pulled a pair of flight goggles from her mane and slapped them on, secure in Io’s grip.

Behind her, the hill and the pair of lovers upon it they’d departed quickly disappeared from sight, becoming indistinguishable from the rest. Her ears flapped and fluttered behind her, waving every which way like party streamers in front of a large fan. From out of the depths of Pinkie Space, she’d managed to pluck a convenient set of flight goggles and looked expectantly out into the darkness for something familiar to draw her gaze.

Io was quite the adventurous flyer, dangling Pinkie low enough such that the tops of the trees tickled her hooves with their leaves, while she squealed with delight.

Now here’s a colt that knows how to party! I bet he’s going to be loads of fun in bed! Or… anywhere else, really! Oh, I hope he doesn’t mind if I bring the cannon to bed with me. Because if he doesn’t say yes to cannon, it’ll never work out between us! That’s like saying no to me personally! Pinkie shook her head. For now was not the time to doubt the Sense’s will!

“Aren’t you worried about crashing? I can barely see anything!” Pinkie supposed the fact her goggles were rose-tinted and the Hoofred von Nickerthofen aviator cap wasn’t entirely necessary were in fact to blame, but they were the first pair she was able to reach and nopony should fly without the cap… ever. Pinkie supposed it was rather dark outside too, though by his skillful maneuvering through the top of the tree canopy, the lack of light was no impediment to him at all.

“Nope! With the sky so lit up by stars, it’s like walking outside during the day for you Ponies!” The forest giving way to farmland, Io rose up over a green-swathed row of hills and banked towards the light of many windows in the valley below. “So, having fun down there?”

Pinkie Pie looked up at his chest, all four legs tied around his back. “You bet I am, Chesty!”

“Uzzah, Pinkie! Most Earth Ponies I’ve met hate being off the ground! So, feel up to me doing some stunt flying?” he asked her hopefully.

“Ooooo… yes! Yes! Do a barrel roll, Chesty!” she shouted back, clapping her hooves together excitedly.

“Alright!” Io folded his wings in ever-so-briefly, sending the two them into a tight spiral, Pinkie screaming joyously all the while the Thestral stallion held her firmly, giving her an additional thrill by dropping alarmingly fast before effortlessly recovering from the stall with his large bat wings. He dipped low enough for the tall grasses to tickle her belly before using the added speed of the dive to soar back up into the sky, to Pinkie’s glee.

“That was amazing!” Pinkie jiggled excitedly from beneath his belly. “I had no idea bat-ponies could fly so well!”

“Well, don’t tell any Pegasi, but Thestral flight is some of the most stable flight out there! There’s no stall these two beautiful flappers can’t handle!” Io bragged, then pointed toward a row of treehouses. “That’s where I live! I’ll drop you off there and head to Ponyville Post Office to explain the situation to them. Not that I’m going to tell the truth or anything!” Io gave a derisive laugh. “No way! Chest Candy ain’t no snitch, especially when it comes to who your bat bro is sleeping with. That’s like… rule one of being a good bat bro!”

“Really? My rule one of being a baker was always ‘the cake isn’t done until the toothpick comes out clean’.” Pinkie thought about that for a moment. “Buuut I’m not a bat bro. I guess I’m a baker bro! Except I’m not a bro… I’m a sis! To three sisters, in fact! Does that make any sense?”

Io chuckled. “Yeah, that makes sense! To the mare with an apron, every problem looks like a chocolate chip!” he replied earnestly, banking towards the treehouse on the far end of the row of houses.

Pinkie felt her harm warm at the words — It’s like he spoke into my very soul! “That is so true, Chesty McChesterton! You wouldn’t believe how many ponies don’t understand this simple concept! It’s so rare to find one who does” She hugged the Thestral hard around the middle, causing his eyes to bulge out slightly. “You’re definitely a keeper, Io! But there’s one thing I must know… Do you enjoy cooking too?”

“Cooking? Nah. Well, nothing you ponies would like, anyway. I mean, I can char meat pretty well. I got the grill marks down and everything! Even baste it in butter like that Bighorn chef, Gordon Ramsheep says! Anything outside of that? Only the bare basics; oatmeal and cut fruit. I make pancakes sometimes but they usually turn out too runny and it feels pointless learning a lot of different dishes when you’re living by yourself, you know? And when you’re not good at cooking as it is, there’s not much incentive to do it.” Io’s enthusiasm seemed to drain away with each successive sentence. “So it’s mostly fast food and travel rations for me. We do get some good ones from our comrades in the Griffon Express, at least.”

Oh, poor Chesty! I bet he’s living all alone with nopony to take care of him. Pinkie gave the Thestral a reassuring belly rub. “I know what you mean. I cook for others a lot more than myself! It’s really yucky when it’s already hot outside and you’re stuck in a room with an oven all day. I was really lucky to have a Mom who was really devoted to making sure all of her daughters were good at cooking so we could keep our stallions fed and happy!” she recalled wistfully.

Io chuckled. “That’s such a wholesome thing to say! You remind me so much of my sister talking about the joys of cooking for stallions! Daddy’s little filly, that one…” He grumbled, shaking his head with something that looked like wistful nostalgia of his own to his pink pony passenger. “You won’t know this living in Equestria but Thestral mares are more generally, stay-at-home, take-care-of-the-homestead type folk, at least until they visit Equestria and well… completely lose their minds and have a night of mango-fueled debauchery in Las Pegasus, like my cousin Night Tracer…”

“Oh, really? What’s she like?” Pinkie’s interest was piqued.

Instead of responding, Io gave a shudder and made a guttural grunting noise as if somepony had just offered him baked bads. “Never mind. My sister Callisto though? She really believed all that stuff about the Thestral way of life and the folkish way of our ancestors and foresires and all that business. My point is you don’t get any more traditional than her! She’s a mare from a different age; a simpler time when the Bats hated the Ponies and the Ponies hated us Bats and we pretended the other didn’t exist until it was time to pay the Princess off for allowing us our lands or the Pegasi off for their weather control services… I guess what I’m saying is that Callisto isn’t just a Thestral mare. she is the Thestral mare!”

Pinkie’s right-rear ankle began to wiggle, cluing her in to some powerful secrecy coming from her friend. Where she might have normally cut him off with a question, her sense was telling her to let him continue his ramble.

“See, a few years back, when I was still hunting… Oh, sheesh! I have to explain that now, huh? Well, in Thestral society, the stallions hunt when they’re on the cusp of stallionhood so they can offer their first successful kill to a potential mate.”

“Eww!” Pinkie had one experience with eating meat other than eggs when her friend Applejack gave her worm-filled cupcakes and she’d sworn off ever trying meat again, even if some of her friends, like Rainbow Dash, had a taste for it for reasons she still couldn’t comprehend.

“Yeah, I know, gross right? A Thestral likes his meat and he cannot lie! You grasschewers can’t deny! That when a boar walks by — “ Io cleared his throat, abandoning the half-singing, half styling manner of speaking he’d slipped into briefly. “You get the idea. I’m getting off-topic again… So hunting, yeah. The logic behind the Callisto’s Call Hunt is that any stallion worth mating will be strong enough to hunt in order to take care of their herd so we need to go out and kill an animal and present the meat to a prospective wife.”

Pinkie felt it, even though the arms with which he held her aloft. He was feeling tension about the topic at hoof and needed something to bring it down. “If somepony presents me with anything other than baking flour or a good joke, they can forget about getting a piece of this!” She gave her rump a jiggly smack loud enough to made itself heard over the sound of flapping wings.

“Ha! Duly noted…” For a moment all Pinkie could hear was the sound of Io’s wings rising and falling with a rustling like the envelope of Twilight’s hot-air balloon. “There’s a bit more to it than just having something to eat. It has less to do with that than building a strong character. It’s a holdover from our Lunartarian religious traditions that distinguish us a great deal from you sun-lovin’ Equestrians. The long and short of it is, I had to go out hunting for three years before I got anything,” he concluded in what she concluded was mild but self-directed disgust.

Her sense told Pinkie it was safe to ask a question, but it also warned her not to embarrass him or display any further disgust for hunting. If she did that, he’d think she was judging him personally. “How long does it normally take before new hunters have their first success? I suppose it has to be hard with all the running and shooting and trees in the way, huh?”

“You don’t know the half of it!” Io exclaimed. “Our boars aren’t the friendly little oinkers you have back at the farm rolling around in their own slop, oh no! These guys are covered with thick, spiky hide and have razor-sharp tusks. And they’re for beginner hunters! When you get really good, you get sent out to fight the flying boars. I’m talking two-hundred pounds of armored death piggie here, and they’ll impale you in a heartbeat! Ah, but I never got to fight one of those… No, three-years is a very long time to get your first kill. So while my fellow bat bros were claiming the best mares with the cutest ears for their offerings, I kept getting held back another year. It made me feel pretty bad at the time…” She couldn’t see them but could easily imagine his tufted ears drooping above her.

“Awww, poor Chesty!” Pinkie snuggled him again. “But you don’t feel so bad anymore, right?”

“Nope! My sister showed up at the end of the hunt all three years — all the mares in our town did. But while the other mares gave fruit in exchange for meat to the successful hunter, she presented me with fruit and bread as a sort of… well consolation prize, I guess you can call it.”

The swelling of his stallion nether parts against her back told Pinkie the price had been a bit more than a baguette and a bowl of cherries without needing to resort to her magical talents.

Omigoshomigoshomigosh! He’s into his sister! That’s so cuuute! Pinkie grinned, willing herself not to speak her thought aloud. Wait until I tell Twilight so she can feel better about Shining! Of course, then I’d have to tell her I know about him, too! “Ooooo… that’s so sweet! She sounds like the bestest sister ever making you feel all better!”

The swelling in his stallionhood got more pronounced, and Pinkie couldn’t help but grin. “She is, Pinkie. Mom and Dad named her after the hunt, Callisto. She had plenty of stallions offer themselves to her — quite a few, in fact! But she turned them all down…” his voice grew hollow. “Oh, she eventually met a stallion, but I do feel like a bad brother for keeping her from her dream of being a loving housewife, even if only for three years. You have to understand though, she turned down some pretty worthy bros just to show up and offer me food. She’ll never admit, but it was just to be nice to me because she couldn’t tolerate seeing a stallion in her life deal with failure. She’s always looked up to me, just as she looked up to Dad.”

Pinkie wasn’t sure if she imagined a catch in his voice. “She sounds like the biggest sweetie indeedy! I’ll have to throw her a party someday for being such a great sis! How old is she now? No time is too early to get the decorations ready!”

“She’ll turn nineteen later this year. She’s just a couple of years younger than me…” Io admitted, sounding distinctly uncomfortable. “And before you ask, yes, the mares get started real young where I come from.”

“Oh, not at all!” Pinkie replied brightly. “My family is the same way! It was Mom’s saying — if the barn’s got hay, that filly’s in play!”

She gratified to hear him give a genuine laugh. “Well said, Pinkie! I can see the two of us are truly kindred spirits!” Io pulled into a hover over a good-sized wooden deck wide enough for two ponies to stand side-by-side comfortably high up in the tree where Io’s house stood and Pinkie dropped safely onto it. “The door’s open. Help yourself to anything in the fridge! My roost is your roost! Be back in an hour!” He flew off into the night.

Pinkie looked down over the edge of the deck and immediately regretted it. She hadn’t minded flying with him, but without him, It was a long way down! “I think I better just go inside…”

She opened the door and was immediately struck by the distinctive smell of pineapples. The inside of the home was lit by calming, if not very bright topaz crystal lamps mounted to the roof, quite an upgrade from the kerosene lamps Pinkie had back home but she couldn’t see how they turned off and on. She supposed they were meant to not hurt his eyes, better-suited for low-light environments. A cutting board atop a table was still stained by the sticky tropical fruit, the knife used to cut it sitting atop it. Decorations were sparse and the entire room bore the unmistakable air of a bachelor’s living space. There were crumbs on the floor, on the old couch, and an assortment of pointy sticks mounted to the walls on crude iron peg hooks.

Pinkie Pie checked the bathroom; the hole-in-the-floor toilet had an overhead water tank and pull string she surmised drew rainwater from a reservoir on the roof to wash all the nastiness away. I definitely didn’t have a treehouse this nice as a foal! Or any treehouse now that I think of it.

All I had were rocks. Feels bad. Her mane deflated slightly at the thought.

“But our foals will have a treehouse! And probably be able to fly!” Pinkie spoke aloud, her mane poofing back up. “I wonder what he’s got to eat around here?”

Poking around, she found he had all sorts of cooking utensils and ingredients one needs to cook but they looked almost uniformly brand-new and unused, his crystal-powered convection oven, in particular, looked brand-new despite being an older model that was probably installed when the treehouse was originally constructed.

Checking further, she found he had oatmeal and dried fruit as well as fresh fruit inside a cabinet and eggs inside the icebox. She supposed she could have made up some oatmeal with some cut-up fruit but where was the effort in that? She looked around for sugar and flour, finding them inside two containers near the can-opener. Success! Alas, for the lack of strawberries in the fridge. Maybe he’s allergic or something? Still, Pinkie had baked with less.

Checking the clock on the wall, Pinkie found she still had fifty-five minutes before he got home. She could have a cake over halfway done by then easily! “I’m going to make this house a suitable home and nopony is going to stop me, or my name isn’t Pinkamena Diane Pie!!” Pinkie laughed maniacally before launching into preparing the batter after greasing the pan and setting the crystal oven to three hundred twenty-five degrees. A lesser mare might have sufficed to use a nine-inch pan but for the colt about to impregnate her with boy-and-girl twins — her sense had been very specific on that point! — only a fourteen-inch baking pan would do so he could have enough to help replenish his strength and still have plenty left over afterward!

This is going to be the BESTEST cake ever! she promised him as she started into her task. Withdrawing a liquid measuring cup from the cupboard, she sat it down on a chair and dipped one of her mammoth milkers into it, squeezing it against her thigh until she had more than enough for the recipe; her lactation having been earlier enhanced by Twilight’s mating magic and her apparent love for teats!

I’ll save some for you and Triton too, Twilight! She promised her future herdmate as well as she found herself at least slightly regretting spending any of it on anything other than sex or her future foals. Ah well — there’d still be plenty more later for her stallion when he got home!

Her mix all ready and lacking only vanilla, she resorted to using the emergency, emergency backup bottle she kept inside her mane; one that was only to be used in times of dire circumstances! And what circumstance could be direr than not having enough ingredients for my colt’s first cake? She shivered in fear at the thought, resolving to replenish her Pinkie Space stocks as soon as possible. Adding a few drops of the extract and mixing it in, she poured the prepared batter into the pan and left it sitting atop the oven.

“Somethings missing… something… I got it!” Pinkie found a covered bowl of pineapple he’d been eating from, still good by the looks of it, and mixed it up by hoof into a fine puree. She then covered the bowl, and squealed loudly when the oven announced it had pre-heated with a long, loud beep! “Gotta hurreee!” She carefully picked the tin pan up by her teeth and pushed it into the oven.

The cake finally cooking, she proceeded to clean the entirety of the house at high-speed. She dusted, swept, scoured the kitchen countertops, washed dishes, and even found time to mop. She even polished his ancient weaponry with a bottle of some expensive solvent she found in a nearby cabinet, hoping she was doing it right. If he’d have owned one of those modern automatic washing machines, she’d have done his clothes too.

She next took two sacks of trash outside for pickup in a large, green container. The colt was going to need to buy some more paper towels but for now, he had a properly sanitized environment to live in. She wiped her forehead with one of her ears and poured herself a glass of grape juice before sitting on the couch.

“Ahh! That’s more like it!” Pinkie lay back on her couch, sitting back and spreading out, her legs dangling over both ends of the couch, gripping the tumbler of grape juice with her right ear before bringing it forward to sip from. Her augmented auricles were proving themselves useful for far more than just predicting the future and reminded herself to thank Twilight again in the morning.

Her right-hind leg jiggled again, indicating Twilight Sparkle had just orgasmed for the twenty-ninth time, earning a happy smile and chuckle at the fact that her tail curled as well telling her she was getting it under the tail again and again. “Oooo… guess you really were missing Shiny, Twily! You don’t know it yet, but you’re going to love having twins! And Pound and Pumpkin Cake will love having new playmates!” She set down her glass and looked back at the clock. Any second now...

The door opened, revealing a smiling-turned-stunned Io, his jaw falling agape and gaze shifting between the sight of his clean house and the display of her great, heaving mare melons in full display, as the mare who owned them looked up at him from his couch with a coy expression. His cheeks going flushed and his sheath visibly starting to swell, he tore himself from his uniform as if it were engulfed in flames.

“By Luna’s eighteen-inch ears, I can barely recognize my own house! You did all of this yourself?” he said as he finally freed himself fully from the restricting garments. He made to toss them haphazardly to the side, but he hung them on the coat rack by his front door instead, not wanting to mar his newly immaculate home.

“You don’t throw as many parties as I do without cleaning up a fair share of them!” Pinkie smiled innocently, one forehoof between her thighs, the other running through her curly mane, showing off how soft, supple, and thick each strand was. “But that’s not really important to me right now…”

“Oh? Io’s bathood dropped quickly out of his sheath, his eyes focused on the long bubble-gum-colored aural appendage, cutting through her flowing mane like a jagged stone sticking up from the shallow bottom of a gently flowing stream. Without waiting for further explanation, he cradled the impossibly long ear in his hoof and began stroking and licking it reverently, outside and in with draconic greed. “Smells like Vanilla… and blackcurrant?” he noted in approval but then said no more; a silence filling the room broken only by the wet slurping sounds of his newfound life’s mission.

“Mmmm… that feels lovely, Io. But I think you can do even better… with a little help from your new friend!” She flicked her aural appendage out of his grasp and coiled it around his erection like a soft, furry glove, the slick inner folds easily enveloping his member in sweet friction.

He gave a hissing gasp and arched his back as he began thrusting into it. “This is incredible! I’m not even going to ask how you can do that!” He fell back to his haunches, his back arched up in the air and wings splayed for balance as he felt his climax begin to build. ”But please don’t stop!”

“Never rutted a gal in the ear before, have yah?” Pinkie teased as she continued milking him remorselessly, countless thousands of exquisitely sensitive nerve-endings along the entire surface of her ear exploding in harmonious bliss.

“I’d say it’s more like it’s rutting me! But either way, the answer is still no!” He gave a silly grin and closed his eyes in pure bliss. “Oh, Pinkie this is some of the best sex I’ve ever had but…” his breath hitched. “Can’t hold back… I’m about to make a real mess in there!” he felt compelled to warn her.

But she only giggled, intensifying her efforts further. “Messes are fun, silly! Do it! Do iiiiiiiiit!” Pinkie shrieked pumping him even faster. The feedback of pleasure from the aural stimulation added to the stimulation of her intimate passage with skilled hoofwork brought them both to a simultaneous climax, leaving the pair moaning in mutual delight, Pinkie soaking the couch with a thick coating of love jelly as Io bolted five spurts down into the depths of her ear before collapsing back against her, wondering what in the name of Luna’s Moon he’d done to deserve such a wonderfully sensuous creature.

Io opened his eyes another minute later and saw his new marefriend, lying there, smiling seductively, a streak of milky white running the entire length of her ear and down into the canal, the rest splattering on the coach and even into Pinkie’s mane.

“I told you messes were fun~!” Pinkie licked her slickened hoof, enjoying her sugary sweet taste; on that reminded him of some pony fairs he’d visited on his travels in the past.

“Not as much fun as cleaning up!” Io wrapped his tongue around the whole of his muzzle, leaving streaks of wetness in the short hairs all over his face. “So let’s get started…”

Pinkie gave a gasp of delight as she realized his intention; one her Pinkie Sense hadn’t seen fit to inform her of. “Io, are you really going to do it? You’re going to do oral on my ears? You are so hooooooooooooooooooooooooooot!” Pinkie’s eyes looked on the verge of popping out of her head as she felt his tongue make contact, lighting all her enhanced nerve endings up again and causing the displays of the distant Highborne colonists to suddenly display the scene as seen through Pinkie’s eyes.

Before long, he’d buried his muzzle into the depths of her concha, his long tongue lapping up his own copious load before tracing a path up the length of her ear. His cheeks bulging, he then made to deposit his reclaimed seed directly into Pinkie’s open maw.

Pinkie drew him in for a kiss instead, the load being tossed like a small ship in a storm amidst the clash of their long, pink tongues.

After minutes of sharing himself, as Pinkie’s marehood continued to weep into the couch, he reluctantly detached himself from her mouth and looked into her eyes. “Pinkie… I want you to know that if you were anypony else, I would never have even considered what I just did. Not even for —” his eyes went wide and he bit off his next words. “Just… I’d only do this for you.”

She grinned, guessing even without her Sense that he’d been thinking of his sister. “Well, I’m going to have work on you some more if that’s the case! After all, Twilight’s going to ask for the same thing, I just know it!” A leg twitch confirmed her suspicions on the matter, Twilight having come for the thirty-fifth time while Io has been pleasuring her ears yet again. “But there’s time for that later. What’s most important to me, Io is that you fulfill my destiny and fill my lonely womb with your seed!”

“Oh, Pinkie…” He looked touched, and then his eyes began to water. “I never dreamed anypony would ever ask me for that! I will do that gladly! How could I refuse the world’s most perfect mare? For me to not bring your foals into this world… to deny such a perfect mare anything she asked, would be unforgivable!” He kissed her delicately on the lips, which still carried the taste of his load on them. “Not only to have ears that are as tall as I am by themselves but to cook and clean without being asked? Why, in all the stars of the Milky Way, has no stallion claimed you yet?”

Pinkie giggled. “Because I was waiting for you, you silly stallion! You like ears as much as Twilight does! I’m sure you and she will get along well when we all get together! You didn’t hear this from me but she likes to receive as much as she likes to give!”

“I’ll probably have to wrestle her away from Triton first!” He wrapped his wings around her, forming a love cocoon between them before parting her lips with his tongue. After but a short while he reluctantly withdrew with a wet pop, causing Pinkie to give a needy whimper. “Wait… Pinkie, I have to ask.”

“Now, Chesty? But I want you to put the bun in my oven!” Pinkie whined, wondering if she was doing Rarity justice.

“I won’t keep my lady waiting long, trust me! But I just have to ask one thing… How did you know I’d agree to give you foals? A Thestral like me and a pony like you — we’re not exactly common to see together, are we?”

Twilight cried out again, miles away as her thirty-sixth orgasm soaked her lover’s groin while he rutted her hard under the tail — Pinkie’s leg twitching hard. That was a big one! “I have a way of knowing ponies, Io. Twilight says it’s a magic I have; a friendship magic! I can’t explain it except to say it’s something I learned when I first came to Ponyville. I consider everypony my friend and so they’re a part of me and I can… feel when something is going to happen to them or when they are going to happen to me!” Pinkie slipped an ear underneath his belly and gave his hardness a quick tug. His still-sensitive stallion made him groan his appreciation.

“So you mean to tell me it was you who made me fall out of the sky with a magical prediction?” His expression became thoughtful before nodding slowly. “You know, that’s just crazy enough to be true!”

“Naaah! Nothing like that. I just had a teensy feeling you might show up and… you did!” The oven beeped.

“Ooh! That’s your cake! Before you put a bun in my oven, let me take something out of the oven for you…” Pinkie was stopped by Io’s gentle hoof.

“Whoa there, Pinkie! I think you’ve done more than enough for me tonight. You’ve done all the work tonight, so you just relax while ol’ Chesty takes care of everything!”

“Don’t forget to check if it’s done first!” Pinkie called out to him as he got up. “Stick a fork or toothpick in! If it comes back clean, it’s done! Then set it on the counter to cool! We’ll have to wait seven minutes or thereabouts before we can remove the cake from the pan, otherwise, it’ll fall apart!”

“Ten-four, Pinkie!” Io saluted and headed for the kitchen, his stallionhood still fully erect beneath his belly. Opening a drawer, he pulled a toothpick out and then dipped it into the cake. He turned to show her that it came back clean. Satisfied at the nod he received, he turned off the oven and withdrew the hot pan with a pizza paddle hung over the oven and then set the pan on the counter to cool. After setting the timer for seven minutes, he trotted back over to Pinkie.

“So do you normally carry around ingredients to make a cake with you or do you just have an immaculate game with stallions?” He cast a look of ironic suspicion on her.

“Yes,” she stated in deadpan before drawing him back in for another kiss, sweeping him onto the couch on top of her; his respectable thirteen-inch erection furrowing its way through her soft belly fur. Pinkie went on the attack, licking at his fangs and ably wrestling his full-foot of tongue with her own. As she stimulated him orally, she worked her ears up under both of his wings and began oiling and grooming them — vigorously rubbing all over the supple flesh until it began to secrete a fatty lubricant Thestrals and Pegasi used to keep their wings airworthy. His wings flexed and spasmed but he kept them folded, all the better to absorb her furry touch, hugging her dextrous and deliciously large ears to his quivering flight muscles.

Pinkie broke the kiss and, with the bouncy agility party mare was so famed for, she flipped the pair of them upside-down so that she was on top of him, eying his outstretched wings hungrily. “Sorry to interrupt our fun, but I know a pair of unpolished wings when I see one! Pinkie tut-tutted with a waggling hoof. “Don’t look so surprised! We’ll just start with your leftie”.

“Oh! Uh… y-yes ma’am!” Io obediently extended the wing facing the back of the couch, his thumb claw touching the wall behind it.

Pinkie dove in, her muzzle coated in his oils, licking and brushing the bottom of his massive wing while she worked the tops of his wing with her ears. His wing stretched, forming a mask of her face as she worked the soft leather. She eagerly licked him from one side of the wing to the other, not missing a single patch of skin, suckling each of the clawed tips of his finger bones as she worked from left to right.

Io trembled as the sensations rolled over him, groaning and even occasionally hissing in pure pleasure as she expertly groomed and stimulated him. “Luna above, you are amazing! My own sister couldn’t do better!” Io suddenty stiffened and clapped a hoof to his mouth, his expression turning instantly from blissful to frightful. “No! No! I didn’t say that! You didn’t hear that!” It’s not what you thiiink!” He rolled away from her and buried his teary face in his hooves.

Pinkie looked into his eyes, face covered in oil and giggle-snorted before covering her mouth demurely with a hoof. “Oh, Io… You were pretty obvious earlier when we were talking about Callisto. Don’t feel guilty or weird or anything like that! I mean, you’re not even the first pony I’ve met who’s had relations with their family!”

Io peeked up over his hooves at Pinkie, giving her a disbelieving look. “Really? Y-you’re not saying that to make me feel like less of a creep?” he sniffled.

“Of course not, silly! Earth Ponies do it all the time! Nopony calls us out on it because we don’t make hay about it. One of my friends belongs to a clan of over a hundred ponies who all inbreed and she came out just fine! Honestly, I think the family was more disappointed that she invited my Pegasus friend, Fluttershy into her brother’s herd than anything else.”

Io winced and shook his head, suppressing another shiver despite her reassurance. “Thestrals aren’t so cool about it, trust me! If my Dad found out what sis and I were doing with each other, he’d have beat me to within an inch of my life and banished us both into the wilderness!”

An appalled Pinkie arched an eyebrow at him, her smile disappearing as she realized he was serious. “But why?”

“Because… we as a race view incest as the most depraved, sick, and dishonorable act of moral degeneracy imaginable! Inbreeding is an evil that seeps into the offspring, producing laziness and apathy toward higher virtues like duty and honor. It’s even said to lead to the formation of clans that hold allegiance to family over Nation, which leads to subversive in-groups promoting their own kin through nepotism to subvert the very idea of Thestral society and destroying it from within!” he explained shortly.

Pinkie rather thought that mating with an Earth Pony instead of another Thestral would be perceived as worse on the no-no list of sexual misdemeanors in a monoglot culture, but she knew even without her Pinkie Sense that now was hardly the time to poke that particular Flash Bee’s nest. “Just keep her in mind, Io, that whatever other Thestrals may say about clans and nepotism, it sounds like you’re still very much in love with her and my sense tells me she still loves you too! You should invite her to Ponyville so the two of you can talk things out and I can get a chance to meet her! She sounds like my kind of bat!”

Io looked anxious and uncertain but nodded. “I’ll see what I can do. But Pinkie...?”

“Yes, Chesty?” she asked as he gave her a look she could only describe as askance and very uncertain.

“Can you, uh… do my other wing?” He half-cringed at the question even as he offered it up to her. “You work wonders with those ears of yours and your tonguework rivals that of Callisto herself! I beg you, please continue!” he pleaded with her, his entire body trembling.

Smiling, Pinkie gave him a peck on the muzzle. “You don’t even have to ask! Alright, mister, now hold still…”

By the time Pinkie was done with both wings, the alarm went off, the pair climbing off the couch and heading over to the oven, where the cake pan had cooled enough to allow the cake itself to be removed safely. Insisting the next stage of the baking process would be better left in her capable hooves, Pinkie cupped an oven mitt onto her hoof, and, holding a knife in the other hoof, expertly extracted the slab of cake and put it on a spare plate to cool until it was ready to frost. “This will be ready for the topping I mixed earlier in about an hour. Until then… I believe you promised to take care of me, Io. And you know, I’ve been… lactating pretty heavily today.” She pinched the nipple of one of her large, firm, full teats which squirted into her hoof.

“I’ve noticed the burden you’ve been carrying around you, Miss Pinkie,” Io replied smoothly, kneeling behind her and savoring the sight of her equine udders, his mouth beginning to water. “But how long have you been producing milk? You don’t look like you’ve given birth, from what I can tell!”

Pinkie stroked his well-muscled abdomen. “Oh! Well, funny thing, that. It started one day after I’d hit puberty. I went into town with my family and I was waiting in line to buy groceries from the market when this baby started crying for milk. I heard it and within minutes I was lactating heavily! It was like my whole body wanted to do its part for that foal and there’s been nothing I can do about it but drain these babies about twice a day ever since!

“It’s worse whenever I go out and hear another foal making a hungry cry; within seconds I start to feel unbearably heavy and if I go more than a couple of minutes without draining, I leak everywhere! I don’t know what it is, Io, but I just want a mouth for me to feed so~ badly!” Pinkie gave an exaggerated sigh before getting a mischievous gleam. “In fact… I just so happened to put some milk of mine in the cake we’re about to eat...”

She shifted on her back hooves, making her mammaries jiggle playfully and drawing his feline eyes instantly. “But it wasn’t nearly enough! Especially after getting hit with Twilight’s mating aura earlier — that filly can really supercharge seed and milk production with her magic! — I still have so much more love to give!” she said breathlessly, the very thought of infant foals causing her to drip more of her mare’s milk onto the kitchen tile. “So dig in!”

“Don’t mind if I do…” Io replied in a husky voice as he ran his hooves over Pinkie’s soft, round and bountiful rump. He kissed her party balloon cutie mark before dipping his head beneath her crotch and giving the large mass several reverent kisses that caused Pinkie to squeal in pleasure before latching directly on to her left nipple. The milk began to dribble into his mouth instantly; her aroused nipple expanding from the stimulation and need to nourish, all the better to fill his hungry belly faster with her motherly gift. He continued stimulating her rear all the while, so soft and jiggly as he eagerly sucked her sweet milk down, pouring into his throat so fast he could hardly keep up.

“Oh, Chesty! You’re so hungry! But don’t drink too fast, my batty friend or you’ll get all burpie! Mommy loves you too much to see you get a belly-ache!” Pinkie said lovingly, gushing over his very large and very adult baby colt.

He could only moan needily at the statement, continuing to greedily drink her down. He switched teats when her flow finally began to ebb, bobbing back and forth and swallowing mouthfuls that dribbled down his neck and chin, some disappearing into the dark, thick fluff of his chest.

A minute later, Io extracted himself to Pinkie’s immediate disappointment, gulping down much-needed air in the process. “Momma, you’re so… full! I want to drink every drop, but If I keep this up, I won’t have room for dessert!” he all but whined like a foal.

Pinkie smiled anew at the statement. “Well we wouldn’t want to miss out on our cake, now would we?” Pinkie said sweetly, tickling his stallion package with her tail. “Just let me go frost it, and I’ll bring it right out!”

He blinked, but then smiled. “Oh! You misunderstand. That’s not that dessert I had in mind, Miss Pinkie!” He then pressed his nose hard up against her throbbing clit.

“Woohoo! Now we got ourselves a par-tay!” She trembled in stimulated ecstasy as her Pinkie sense began to pick up the flood of carnal desires — Io’s intentions meshed with the sweeping licks of his tongue probing deeper than most stallions could ever hope to reach, even with their malehoods. But his tapered, flicking tongue had evolved to fleck even the smallest drop of nectar from the buds of flowering trees, and he used to excellent effect on her as within seconds, he reaped a bounty of hot filly creme that not even the juiciest apple from the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres could compare. His muzzle still buried between her swollen lips, he worshipped his goddess’s flanks, squeezing them as if to empty more of herself into his maw.

Pinkie squealed and bucked her hips, clutching a nearby chair for support as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her completely. “Ioooooooooo! It feels… so… good! This is going to be a big ooooooooone!” Her eyes watering, she leaned into the kitchen chair, eyes crossing as she let out a cascading surge of sugary secretion, fortified into a formidable tidal wave by her Earth Pony heritage.

The solid jet of molten cotton candy beat at the back of his throat, escaping his trapping tongue only by virtue of the extreme volume rushing inside. Io heaved slightly, his gag reflex acting in the defense of his windpipe and sent most of her load spraying down the back of her legs, coating the thick pink fluff in streaks of pearl.

“I... was not… prepared!” Io hastily poured a glass of water, taking sips between his coughing fits. “I’m sorry, it was so much... and so... sugary!” he licked his lips once his throat was cleared.

Pinkie patted him on the back. “It’s okay, Io. I get that reaction a lot! You know some ponies say I can be just a bit excessive! And sometimes I think they have a point…”

Io tossed the glass into the sink and started licking her previously unmolested ear, caressing her back with his wings and running his forehooves over her strong Earth Pony back. “I want you, Pinkie…” he whispered into her ear before nibbling it gently. “I can’t wait to take you to bed, I must have you now!”

“Yes, Io! I can already hear our foals… crying out to me!” Pinkie said, and it was no passionate plea and she could indeed hear them in her mind; their future hunger calls causing her mammaries to swell ominously again.

“I hear them too, Pinkie!” He mounted her from behind, burying his nose in her sweet-smelling mane. His bathood swayed — not nearly as long as Triton’s at thirteen inches but still very respectable and thick enough in circumference to give even one of Roseluck’s Zebras pause. Pressing himself up against her entrance, he faced immediate resistance to his massive, flared, and very thicker-than-usual head. “Umpf! You’re tight, Pinkie!”

“And you’re a very big, healthy batty bro!” Pinkie felt her lover carefully bite into the scruff of her neck, working himself slowly inside of her. “Don’t give up, Io! I’m just veeeery stretchy!”

“Mpffff! Unnnn! Unnf!” Io sounded like he was waging war against the entire Vegatablese army, equipped with little more than a frosting dispenser and a tablespoon and needed her help and encouragement if they were to save the day for sugar-lovers everywhere.

“Oooh! You’re quite a trooper, Io, to push this far inside without coming!” she told him, but Io only whimpered by way of reply. “Oh, don’t give out on me now, Chesty, I’m starting to feel really good and stretchy now!” She patted her belly, a phallus-shaped indentation making itself known.

“So… good…” He managed as gave a muffled moan of ecstasy, drooling heavily into her neck, his eyes staring off into space as his progress ground to a halt.

Pinkie’s expression grew frantic. Was her Pinkie Sense wrong again? No that was silly. He just needed her encouragement! “Come on, Io! Don’t break down on me now, batty bro! Get it all in there! Our foals are counting on you! I am counting on you to deliver that batty batter to me hot and fresh!”

His eyes snapped back to attention like he was back in basic training. The siren song of impending climax beginning to fill his ears as all doubts and fears were banished from his mind in response to her orgasmic order and plea. “Mfff! Mffffffffff…” He began slowly pushing forward moaning deeply again as he felt the rest of his length bathed in the warm hotness of Pinkie’s moist and heavenly palace of sugary delights. Bracing himself, his wings flared behind him and he started pistoning inside her, her neck scruff popping up and down rhythmically as his groaning intensified.

“That’s it, Io! Ahh! I’m ready — Mmm! — to receive your gift!” She dripped freely from her marehood with each thrust; the wet slapping along of flesh against flesh along with their mingled moans, the whooshing sounds of his wings, and the sound of Pinkie’s filled teats squirting hard onto the floor composed an erotic symphony along with the smells of both sex and cake they brought to the kitchen.

The sound of her own sustenance spraying a symphony across the kitchen floor was the last straw for Pinkie who felt her loving embrace around Io’s member tighten, the better to receive his gift. Finally, grinning dreamily, Pinkie’s orgasm came, her twisting walls gripping firmly around his diminutive medial ring and forming a solid plug. He released his grip on her neck.

“Io!”

“Pinkie!”

“Babyyyyyyyyyy!”

“Huzzaaaaaaaah!”

Pinkie heard a deafening wet splat as she drove himself all the way to the hilt inside of her, feeling his bulging bathood press down on every one of her numerous internal love buttons, as he released his seed deep inside of her. Her itchy chin and sudden impulse to sneeze informed her that Io was successful in not only getting nearly his entire load into her birth canal but at that very moment, the strongest little swimmer was diving into her awaiting egg like a foal into a pile of freshly-raked leaves. Pinkie’s ears both began to corkscrew, and indicated not one but two new lives had been brought into the world as predicted.

And then she sneezed with the force of a confetti cannon barrage from twenty-one guns.

It was good to be proven right at least once tonight!

The deed complete and her climax concluding with a final burst of warmth and rapture fading into a warm afterglow, Pinkie turned to Io, the pair still bonded together as one, nickering happily. She shared a long kiss with him that lasted until the sound of the oven alarm pulled them both out of their reverie, indicating their cake was now cool enough to add the topping.

“I love you Io!” Pinkie nuzzled the older Thestral, who was so strong and yet so uncertain all at the same time..

“I love you too, Pinkie!” He pecked her on the muzzle as he withdrew herself from her, the still-pressurized mixture of love juices spilling out onto the floor beneath them.

“You knocked me up, Io!” Pinkie looked at him adoringly, patting her belly. “I can already tell I’m pregnant! Is there anything you want to tell your new sons?”

Io lowered himself level with her marehood. “I'll give you more brothers and sisters as soon as I can! That’s a promise, soldiers!"

Pinkie Pie giggled and ruffled his spiky mane. “You bet there is! But first, we let them eat cake!”

“Yes ma’am!” Io saluted the newly-minted mother as she produced the bowl of pulped pineapple, gratified to see his nose twitch at the sweet scent of it reached him. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Sure is! But you know… we need a song for adding the topping! It’s something of a tradition of mine with special cakes, like for birthdays or cutie ceneras. So, do you have a special song you want to sing?”

Io nodded. “I sure do! A traditional Thestralslovakian marching song. It’s so easy you can sing it along with me! Here goes!” he cleared his throat as she waited expectantly.

“I don’t know what I’ve been told...”

“I don’t know what I’ve been told!”

“Windigo marehood is mighty cold!”

“Windigo marehood is mighty cold!”

“I don’t know but I do fear...”

“I don’t know but I do fear!”

“Nightmare Moon is a pain in the rear!”

“Nightmare Moon is a pain in the rear!”

She’s got the nightmare fangs and the Plothole of Fear!”

She’s got the nightmare fangs and the Plothole of Fear!”