And no one would be missed
Dinky levitated the red pencil and crossed out another name from her list. Twist was a mistake, she thought, locking her diary in a drawer and sitting on her bed. While she did it with several fillies before, she had to back out of this one.
The date had been fun, at first. Then, however, Twist fed her so much candy that Dinky, feeling the incoming diabetes, decided to cut to the chase, or in this case, to things fillies were not meant to know. High on sugar, she couldn’t really get into the mood and had eventually run away, leaving Twist confused and unsure about her intentions.
Dinky sighed and stuck her pencil in her pussy and let out a quiet moan, rubbing her clit with one hoof. Just because she usually ate her mom’s muffins didn’t mean that she liked sweets that much.
She rubbed harder, all the sugar in her system begging her for release. She bit on her pillow, stifling a moan and a torrent of juices poured out of her pussy on the blanket, along with a cum-glazed pencil.
Well, that was another name off the list. She had made the list a while ago, simply writing down the names of all the ponies she wanted to have sex with. Green pencil, she made it; red pencil, she gave up, either because the pony in question wasn’t interested in her, or she found some last-minute red flag.
It wasn’t always easy. She made several passes at Thunderlane, but at first he ditched her, muttering something about Spitfire once forgetting to ask a fan about his ID, bathtub photos, and a million bits in used coins. Then he suggested a restraining order, so, reluctantly, Dinky had to back out.
The only real winner of this situation was Rumble. After each attempt, they’d end up in bed or in a broom closet, with him dressed in a Nightmare Night Wonderbolts costume and Dinky fucking him until the pain of rejection went away.
Dinky smirked, licking her cum off the pencil. Rumble mentioned that Thunderlane had asked him about her birthday and what present she might want, so there was still a chance. She licked the pencil clean, thinking about her other conquests.
She had to reject most colts her age for being gross. Snips wanted her to pee on his chest. Snails wanted pics of her nostrils. Button Mash wanted pics of her mom’s hooves and ended up with an imprint of Dinky’s hoof on his face.
The afterglow of her orgasm wore off and Dinky rolled on her belly, groaning. She always felt a bit down after cumming; so did most creatures she had sex with, except for Gallus, who started singing.
It was actually quite a turn off. Green pencil, but with a tinge of red.
Well, at least she still had a lot of names in the green. She still remembered that one time with Big Mac in the barn after which she walked funny for well over a month. Filthy Rich was quite good in bed, but he also gave her warts, so Dinky decided to remove everyone who’d ever slept with Diamond Tiara from the list, just in case.
At least he paid for the treatment, complete with bribing the hospital staff. Silver lining and all that jazz.
Speaking of, Dinky still felt bad about Silver Spoon. Silver didn’t quite get the basics when Dinky got to her, and the resulting intercourse was quick, awkward, and definitely not as pleasurable as Dinky would want; worse, Silver Spoon kept running away from Dinky ever since, her expression strangely familiar.
Dinky sighed and started masturbating again. She was pretty sure she made the same face a while back, after one of mom’s coltfriends started visiting her in her room. Then mom found out and Dinky had never seen him again.
She winced, wiping her hoof with the blanket. Twist turned out to be a disappointment, but Dinky felt that this evening masturbation wouldn’t do. She got up and opened the window. It was time for a plan B.
She smirked, seeing the light coming from one of the windows of the house on the other side of the fence. The evening wasn’t lost yet. Dinky stood on the windowsill and grabbed one of the vines covering the walls of her house. Then she slid down and landed on the soft grass.
Cold air chased away her melancholy. She looked around, sniffing the air, and trotted to a loose board in the fence. Squeezing through it was getting harder, but she still could manage. On the other hoof, she’d gotten better at levitating herself as of late, which was the next step of the plan.
Slowly floating towards the illuminated window, Dinky thought that lessons with Starlight Glimmer paid off. Even more so after the night when she ended up in a hot tub with Starlight, Sandbar, and a few most definitely underage students.
Finally, Dinky reached her goal. She looked around once again and knocked at the window.
To her surprise, the windows opened almost immediately.
"Hello, captain," Dinky said. "First mate Dinky reporting for booty."
This wasn't the best she could come up with, and Dinky cringed at her own words, but she was bored, horny, and high on sugar, while Pipsqueak was at the verge of puberty and getting prone to thinking with his other head. Not to mention that Dinky still smelled of her recent orgasm, which definitely caught the diminutive colt's attention.
"Dinky?" Pipsqueak asked. "My mom says you're trouble."
"Yes, but I'm guessing she's not home." Dinky hopped on the floor of Pipsqueak's room. "Otherwise you'd be asleep or jerking off in bed rather than trying to become a pirate."
Pipsqueak blushed. "I’d never jerk-"
"Chill out, captain." Dinky smirked. "Everypony does that. I just did that. And you know what? I'm still horny."
"Huh." The toy sword fell out of Pipsqueak’s mouth. Dinky could, however, see that his other sword was about to unsheathe itself.
“C’mon, unlike Twist, you know what’s going on,” Dinky said. “I’m sure Rumble told you about–”
“– his brother filling a restraining order against you?” Pipsqueak asked.
“Ye– no, the other thing,” Dinky said, walking closer to Pipsqueak so that he could smell her.
Pipsqueak nodded, wincing slightly when Dinky brushed her flank against him. “Aye, he mentioned that he shagged you.”
“Including the part when he wore my dress while I stuffed a sharpie up his ass until he squealed like a little bitch?” Dinky asked.
Pipsqueak paled a bit. “I don’t think he mentioned that, no. Are you going to bugger me too?”
“Nah, I want you to bugger me.” Dinky leaned closer to him, taking a glance at his erection that he was trying to unsuccessfully hide. “By the way, do you also do the accent at home?”
“As you can see.” Pipsqueak blushed.
“Good,” Dinky replied. “As a virgin, you probably won’t last long, but since your accent makes me horny, maybe we’ll both have fun.”
“W-what?” Pipsqueak asked.
Dinky moved her tail to the side, revealing her dripping pussy to the colt. “Fuck me now,” she demanded. “Stick your dick in there and don’t tell me that you don’t know how. You guys keep jerking off in the school toilets.”
“How do you–”
“Rumble keeps going to the wrong one.” Dinky rolled her eyes. “Come on, get that booty, captain.”
Pipsqueak took a deep breath and grabbed Dinky’s flanks, trying to position himself. It took him a few attempts, but finally Dinky gasped in pain and surprise when the colt mounted her. While she was pretty wet, she’d never realized that despite his short stature, Pipsqueak was quite well-endowed – perhaps it was perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
“Damn,” she gasped. “You probably don’t hear that very often, but you’re big.”
“Arrr!” Pipsqueak exclaimed, slamming his hips against Dinky’s butt. “I’ll give no quarter to that booty!”
“Big and not very bright,” Dinky muttered, gritting her teeth when Pipsqueak's large mast shivered her timbers. Or rather, all the sensitive spots begging for the release that Twist had so unwisely failed to provide. “Heave ho, captain!”
“Aye!” Pipsqueak picked up the pace. Dinky dropped on her knees, letting his hooves touch the floor and gain more leverage. She threw her head back; Pipsqueak was too small to suck on her horn while fucking her from behind like Mr. Cake once did, but he did get the hint and bit on her ear, muttering some Trottingham obscenities about bangers and mash Dinky didn’t know.
Her muscles twitched; she moaned, listening to the steady rhythm of Pipsqueak’s balls—not quite the size of cannonballs, but getting there—hitting against her ass. She’d underestimated not only his size but also his stamina. He was still going and she could feel the tide coming. Her heart was pounding against the floorboards and her mind was going blank.
“Oh shit!” she exclaimed, her juices spilling all over the floor. Her muscles twitched for the last time and relaxed. Heaving labored breaths, laughing and sobbing at the same time, she smacked her face against the floor.
“Are you okay?” Pipsqueak asked.
“Don’t worry and continue,” Dinky whispered,trying to get her bearings. “I just came. Went to Davy Jones’ locker for a moment, so to speak.”
“You brought quite a lot of briny deep back with you,” Pipsqueak muttered, looking at the puddle on the floor.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it later,” Dinky replied. “I may even lick it off myself. I’m fucked up like that.”
“That’s what my mom said.” Pipsqueak blushed as if he wasn’t currently balls-deep in Dinky’s pussy.
“Your mom is right, but less talking, more fucking, okay?”
“Aye!” Pipsqueak exclaimed, slamming his hips against DInky’s behind with little grace but a lot of enthusiasm. Dinky gasped, her muscles sore and her mind still hazy in the throes of orgasm. Pipsqueak’s moves became more erratic, his hooves slipping off of Dinky’s sweaty fur. Dinky moaned, squeezing his dick with her muscles. From the colt’s trembling and ragged breath, she could tell it wouldn’t last much longer.
“Fire in the hole!” Pipsqueak exclaimed, his muscles tightening.
“I hope not,” Dinky muttered. Nurse Redheart would always provide her with antibiotics, but the itch was driving her insane. Still, it was future-Dinky’s problem. “Pump me full of seamen and call me a boat!” she exclaimed.
Immediately, Pipsqueak came. Dinky braced herself, feeling warm and thick cum flooding her pussy and leaking out of her, staining her fur. Pipsqueak moaned, losing balance and landing on the top of Dinky, his cock slipping out of her.
“Blimey…” Dinky muttered, getting back on her hooves. “Bloody hell. Damn, now I’m talking like that.”
“How was it?” Pipsqueak asked.
Dinky leaned over to his cock, licking his cum and her juices off of it. “You ain’t a lily-livered landlubber, that’s for sure, captain.”
“So pretty good, eh?” Pipsqueak smiled. “We need to do this again sometime.”
Dinky nodded. Her pussy was still throbbing and she was a sweaty, half-conscious mess. Cum was still dribbling out of her; in fact, when eleven months later Nurse Redheart brought a pinto foal to her bed, no one had any doubts about the fatherhood. But that, again, was future-Dinky’s problem. “I’ll put you on the list…”
