Sugarcube Corner

Morning came and the roosters sang before the sun completely illuminated the land. As a being normally bereft of sleep, Lone Soul could not have imagined how his accidental power nap had done him some good. As his consciousness returned, so too did his energy. Any semblance of motion would have to wait.

The door opened to reveal a lanky yellow stallion with an orange-colored mane and tail wearing his usual work attire. “Pinkie Pie, time to wake up!” He called out gently, entering her bedroom without a second thought.

His voice seemed to do the trick as Pinkie began to stir awake, her eyes tiredly opening before using her hands to rub the drowsiness away. “Mr. Cake? Wha--aaaahhaaaa--aaat time is it?” She asked, yawning and trying hard not to fall asleep again.

“It’s nearly seven, Pinkie. Did you sample a cupcake buffet before going to bed? Again?” He chuckled at the memory as he reached her bed.

“I don’t remember… it’s all fuzzy,” she explained, slowly regaining coherence. “I was doing something but something happened.”

“Well, that doesn’t give us too much to go on,” with a playful puff of air, he signaled her to the door. “Come on, get up and take a bath. We have a lot of work to get… done,” his voice slowed down when he saw the sheets that covered the pink party pony being pulled down seemingly by themselves. He continued to stare while Pinkie remained oblivious until her breasts came into full view. “Pinkie!”

Pinkie stared at Mr. Cake for a moment, seeing him pointing a finger at her while blushing madly. Then she looked down and saw the bedsheets reaching her belly button. “Eeeep!” She cried out, her self-consciousness kicking in to knock all lingering dizziness from her perception. “Now I remember what happened!” She tried to pull the covers up, but something seemed to fight against her. “Loney!”

“Loney?” Mr. Cake asked, unable to look away as the bedsheets reached her groin and soon revealed her nudity. Pinkie froze for a moment, her arms pressed at her sides to pin her against the bed as the covers drifted to the floor. “Pinkie, what the hay is going on?”

“F-Funny story, Mr. Cake. A spirit came to me last night,” she began to explain just as her legs were spread apart, but she didn’t fight it this time. “We talked and I offered him my help. His name is Lone Soul or Loney,” she said, smiling at the eyes only she could see. “I don’t know what happened last night, but I think we kinda knocked each other out? Loney, do you know?”

“Overload,” was all he replied before ramming his cock deep inside her pussy, right in front of Mr. Cake who watched the pink folds give away to the girthy member inside.

“AAAAHHHHH!” She moaned, smiling as her vision filled with colorful spots for a few moments. “S-So… yeah!”

Mr. Cake watched his employee and general assistant getting fucked before his eyes, his ears catching her melodious moans as his pants began to feel a bit too constraining. “A spirit with a name… must be, uhhh, quite powerful… so him, you know,” he awkwardly pointed at the small bulge that appeared with every thrust the entity gave her. “Are you okay with this, Pinkie? He’s not dangerous?”

“Mr. Cake,” Pinkie moaned his name. “I-If Loney was d-dangerous, he w-would’ve done something to you al-alreadddyyyyyyYYEEESSSS! H-Harder, Loney!” She screamed, wanting to wrap her legs around something but she was being forced down while the horny spirit seemingly intended to fuck her into her bed.

“Touche,” Mr. Cake coughed. “Lone Spirit… darn, this never gets easier… uhmm, I may not be familiar with… whatever spirits do or why they love sex so much. But I need to know, will Pinkie be able to work today? Because we have a huge order and we, my wife and I, really, really need her help.”

Suddenly, Pinkie’s left nipple stretched upward. The sucking sound that echoed through the room a moment later dispelled any doubt to what the spirit was doing.

“L-Loney says yes!” Pinkie gasped.

Mr. Cake nodded slowly. “Great, great! That’s all I need to know. Oookay then, Lone Spirit. I’ll leave you to finish your thing. I may not know much about spirits, but I trust Pinkie’s judgment.”

The stallion turned around, not bothering to his painfully hard erection as he practically rushed out the room. He left the door open and only the distant gasp of Mrs. Cake was heard before the slamming of another door echoed.

“Now that he’s gone, I can really get to work!” Lone Spirit exclaimed before he not only increased the speed and strength of his thrusts but also mercilessly flooded Pinkie’s body with his energy, both giving her immense pleasure and preventing her from cumming at the same time.

“Ahhhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhh! C-Cum! I want to cum! L-Loney, please!” Pinkie begged, tears filling her eyes but the relentless pounding didn’t stop. Her entire body spasmed, her breasts bounced freely whenever Lone wasn’t sucking on her nipples, and her orgasm kept on building more and more until the point where not even the cold, ethereal pleasure Lone was giving her was enough to stop the aching pain; the burning fire had become a raging volcano in her loins.

Lone Soul knew this and he exploited it. With a final thrust, he poured a substantial amount of pleasure directly into her womb, which quickly spread all over her body making her muscles tense and contract rapidly. Then, the cork was pulled and she came hard.

Her scream was pure white noise, the pleasure nearly overwhelming as it almost knocked her out again, but she somehow managed to endure. Her toes and fingers curled, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she squirted directly into the waiting mouth of Lone Soul.

The spirit greedily indulged in everything she had to offer, everything he had earned. He continued to drink and absorb the succulent sexual energy, that otherworldly connection of the purest, most raw emotional height there was and felt himself regain his strength much faster than he thought he would with just one mare. And yet, she was still giving him more. A second orgasm came, weaker than the first but welcome all the same while eating her pussy out, and finally, the valve was closed.

Fully recharged, a simple wave of his hand was enough to collect enough ambient energy to bring the poor mare back her senses. “A promise is a promise,” he kept his word to the absent Mr. Cake. Pinkie was still breathing hard and unable to move properly, but her afterglow would wear off eventually.

“I -oh my gooooosh- I think I deserved that one, hehehe!” Pinkie laughed.

Lone moved, sitting next to her while keeping a firm grip on her right breast; a physical reminder that he was there. “You’re not mad at me for what I did?”

“Nope!” Pinkie replied, no hesitation or resentment in her tone. “This isn’t the first time Mr. or Mrs. Cake have seen strange stuff happen to me before, you know? Comes with being a Pie,” she breathed out. “Sooooo, how was I?”

Lone Soul squeezed her tit. “Delicious like a cupcake~,” he teased. “You were right, I did get way more energy out of you playing your way than using my usual methods. I’ll take them into consideration and use them whenever I see fit.”

“That’s all I ask for, Loney,” letting out another sigh, she looked into the eyes of the ethereal mist sitting next to her. “What are you going to do now, Loney?”

“I don’t really know, but I’ll figure something out,” he replied. “Take care, Pinkie. Friends?”

“Friends,” she giggled. “Feel free to come back whenever you want~!”

Floating out of her bedroom and out of Sugarcube Corner, he mused. “I wonder what her first paranormal encounter was like? I should ask her when we meet again. As for right now? A certain mare needs my help.”

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-Ponyville, the Morning-

Lone Soul floated about Ponyville though not aimlessly. He wasn’t in a hurry nor there was any reason for him to be. Closing his eyes, he smiled, letting the spiritual, magical, and swirling life energies of the village flow through him, allowing him to feel each individual and entity within it. “Aaaahhhh, I feel rather refreshed after Pinkie Pie’s generous contribution! I’m still not as strong as I was before, but I think I can fix that easily enough~” he sang to himself, chuckling and shaking his head. “Heh, it seems her party essence stuck with me a bit too much, now I’m singing and thinking about parties! Too bad I have no one to invite!”

Cracking a joke at his expense, he opened his eyes to see his target was approaching. He winced when he saw the fuming grey aura threatening to engulf the entirety of the building he was nearing. When he was close enough, the bell rang. Not five seconds after the bell started ringing a wave of foals came out running from the building with the intent of swarming the playground next to it.

Lone Spirit wanted to smile at the sight of young colts and fillies playing, but when he looked closer to them, he could see that they were tainted by the heavy humor of the aura coming from the schoolhouse. Still, the foals played and laughed and cheered, but their merriment was tarnished by such a sad, heavy burden placed upon them.

He slipped inside the building and what he found was exactly what he was expecting. “Oh, Cheerilee… it truly baffles me how teachers and professors, those responsible to take care and guide young minds, are often some of the saddest living beings on the planet. Although your sadness is different, is it not, Cheerilee?” He asked whilst approaching the rather curvaceous, big-breasted, and charming teacher.

Unknowing that she was being watched and approached, Cheerilee rubbed her aching shoulders while letting tired sighs. “...Maybe I should retire early while I’m still young and pretty?” She let out another sigh before stretching her back, popping a few joints. Looking at the small pile of papers stacked to her right, she almost felt like crying. “I love my job, but the worst part of it has to be reviewing exams and homework,” she chuckled. “I used to be such a free spirit! Jubilee would cry if she saw me reduced like this, complaining and whining all the time,” she said before taking the first paper, placing it before her.

“But you love the foals and you love teaching! You truly care for them, you are an exceptional professor, Cheerilee, you should be proud of what you do! Believe you me, I would lose my mind if I were in charge of looking after more than a dozen foals,” as he floated around her, his expression soured slightly. He ran a hand through the miasma-thick aura of Cheerilee and groaned in disgust. “Tch, nothing but stress and soreness. When was the last time you treated yourself? It’s gotten so bad that even your students are reacting to it.”

Lone Spirit watched her work through papers one through four, thinking on how he could help the teacher without being too direct about it. He could easily opt for the more straightforward approach, but that would be plain indecent and would surely traumatize a few foals, not to mention most likely cost Cheerilee her job, so that option was out.

“Hmmm. Bingo!” He snapped his fingers, smirking. “Pinkie Pie, it’s time to put to practice what you taught me,” moving behind the magenta mare, he lifted an index finger and focused on it. “Huh… gotta be careful. I can’t charge a handful of energy like usual. No better way to learn than breaking habits, I suppose,” he shifted his focus down to a spark of energy that would in no way overwhelm the poor mare.

His goal was to make her feel relaxed, take her stress away, not drive her into a post-orgasmic coma.

After half a minute of tedious, admittedly challenging energy channeling, Lone Spirit nodded. He then used his other hand to help him aim at the core of all her aches and stress. Locating it at the base of her neck between two of her vertebrae, he almost winced when he saw her abused pressure point. “Here, Cheerilee, this will help you go through your day and maybe encourage you to go to the spa or drink some tea, for Spirit’s sake.”

Lone Soul said in a soft, friendly tone before pressing his finger on that sweet, tender spot.

The effect was instantaneous.

“Ohhh!” Cheerilee cried out as an unnaturally cold, chilly, but incredibly pleasing sensation spread all over her upper body. “Oh my! It feeeeels… sssoooo… goooooood~,” she practically purred each word. Forgetting about the papers she was reviewing, she leaned forward on her desk, using her chest as a cushion while she enjoyed the cold waves of refreshing energy coursing merrily through her body. “I-It feeeeels like the caress of a c-chilly w-winter moooorning~”

Behind her, Lone Soul watched with mild fascination how his energy disrupted the flow of the accumulated stress, purging it without mercy and replacing it with a welcoming, cold, but welcome experience. A pure sensation of liberation, fulfillment, and relaxation all rolled into one.

As he watched, something at the back of his mind and deep within his soul resonated with what was happening. Like, he had done or seen that before. He quickly scoured through the memories of Spike, but found nothing of the sort. So, no, that odd sensation didn’t come from his benefactor… rather, it came from another source.

A flash of light blinded his vision, a split second, less than that, a whisper, a breath, the aroma of sunflowers and cinnamon filled his senses. The shadow of a smile, rose lips, and large breasts flashed before him followed by pain, loneliness, and emptiness, suddenly replaced by a distant warmth.

“Oh… it seems… it seems I’ve remembered a bit more of who I was,” he sighed. “None of that helped, but something is better than nothing, I guess,” shaking off the feeling, he turned his attention back to Cheerilee, who was now almost entirely free of the heavy burden plaguing her.

“Aaaaaahhhh~ That was better than a full day at the spa! W-What was that just now?” Pulling herself straight again, her entire back, shoulders, and neck popped relentlessly, but it was not painful. “I haven’t felt this light since my wild days in the Discohoof!” Giggling to herself, she fanned herself for a moment, humming a tone and taking another paper to check. “Hmmm~ Who needs marriage? Not this maaaaare~ Perhaps I should visit Berry’s bar tonight and find myself a stud to play with tonight~”

Lone Soul blinked, dumbfounded. He stared at the teacher for a few seconds before crossing his arms, nodding sagely as he did so. “H-Ha! Yes… exactly what I intended to happen! Nothing better than a full physical therapy to de-stress! All you needed was a slight push in the right direction, hahaha! Ha… yes…,” clearing his unexisting throat, he floated through the roof and wandered quietly towards Ponyville once more.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!