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If there’s one thing I can never thank my parents enough for, it’s giving me my name.

My name is Lucky. And as my name implies, my life has been a very prosperous one. I did really well in school, despite never really having to study that hard. I’ve been in a few accidents that could have really crippled me, but made a full recovery with no lasting scars. I’ve even one the Ponyville lottery once; it wasn’t anything I could retire on, but I can say that I live pretty comfortably thanks to winning it. And let’s not forget my talent with mares. I’m pretty good with that as well.

Since I have enough money to keep me supported, I’m independently employed. I hold a job that’s needed for a special event, pay a few bills, and move on to the next one. One week I’m serving as a referee for the Wonderbolts Derby in Canterlot, the next I’m a judge for some small time events. Anything to keep my hooves busy most of the time.

When I’m not working, I like to hang out with some of my colts in a local bar. No it’s not one of those and dreary bars where old ponies drink themselves to death wondering what they’ve done with their life; it’s a pretty lively place that plays music and draws a large crowd. It’s exciting, but it’s still small enough to be a bar. Usually just like to have a few drinks with my friends, talk about our days, what’s happening in town, life in general. After we’ve had enough to drink I say my goodbyes and go home to sleep off my buzz.

Some nights though… like tonight… are a little more interesting.

I walk in the bar and join the guys at the table. They all give me some friendly jabs and I chuckle and greet them as I take my seat. They’ve ordered some shots and were waiting for me to arrive before they had them served. We all clink our glasses together and drink up. Slamming my glass down I take a look around the bar just to see if my vision’s still intact. Whiskey sometimes hits me really quickly, sometimes it doesn’t. While I’m looking around, I lay my eyes on her.

There she is, sitting on the edge of a large table all by herself, no other ponies around her. She’s got a beautiful blonde mane, and I’m really a sucker for blondes. Nice well-kept teal coat, and a small slender face. But there’s one thing that stands out about her: she’s wearing a short and beautiful white skirt, just long enough to cover her flank. Of course it’s not weird for ponies to dress up, but usually its for special occasions, or for their jobs. Here’s this one random beauty, sitting all by herself, that one skirt her only piece of clothing around her. I find myself unable to take my eyes off of it, as I’m unable to figure out just why she’d want to hide that rump of hers from anypony else.

I happen to look up and see that she’s noticed I’m staring. I could nervously avert my gaze and act like I wasn’t staring at her, but then I’d just look like a creeper. Instead I decide to flash a guilty but confident smile. Oops, looks like you caught me! Whatcha gonna do about it?

I see her raise a hoof to her lips and giggle a bit, before she looks back at me with those baby blue eyes of hers. She winks at me and motions for me to come and join her. I look at my buddies who’ve noticed that my attention has been directed elsewhere. They all nod and mouth their good lucks to me; like I even need it.

I trot over to her calmly, don’t want to seem like I’m in too much of a rush. I take a seat and she leans in to my ear so that I can hear her over this blaring music. “You like what you see?” I hear her shout to me.

“Not really!” I reply. “That thing you’re wearing is kind of hiding it from me!”

She laughs hugely and covers her mouth. “You’re not afraid to be honest; I like that!”

“Hey, there’s a lot of me I think you’d like!”

“Oh yeah? You think you’re gonna get lucky tonight?”

“I sure hope so, considering it’s my namesake!” She gives me a look of confusion. “Lucky! That’s my name!”

“Oh really? That’s an awesome name! It fits your cutie mark pretty well!”

“So, I guess I’m not the only one staring huh?” Her eyes go wide, but she still manages to laugh. “What about you? You got a name?”

“Cream Pie!”

“Cream Pie, huh? You a baker?”

“Not exactly!”

“You come here often, Cream Pie?”

“Yeah, I do! But I was just about to head out!”

“Tell you what; you let me pay for your drinks, and I give you a place to go to? Sound good?”

Cream Pie eyes me up and down, biting her bottom lip. “Yeah; I’m game!”

Lucky me! I sit up quickly and let her walk right next to me. As I make my way towards the exit, I motion towards my friends who all start cheering amongst themselves as they see me leave. I also nod towards the bartender who nods back to me, knowing that he can put her drinks on my tab.

After walking a few blocks down in complete silence, except for a few quick glances at each other, we finally make it back to my place. I reach for the lights, but before I can switch them on, I feel Cream Pie push her body against mine, and bury her lips into me. She’s passionately kissing my mouth, but not in the way that says that she’s in love; no, this is definitely a primal need. Shame; I like it if there’s at least a possibility that there might be a connection between us. Oh well, might as well enjoy her while she’s here. I let her push me over and tumble onto my sofa so that she’s laying on top of me. While she’s laying into me, I take the opportunity to rub my hooves against her side and make my way down her body, and slowly rub them against her rump. I feel her bite onto me, a bit surprised at my touch, but enjoying it nonetheless.

“So; you gonna let me see this mystery cutie mark of yours?” I ask, breaking the kiss between us. She smiles and slides off of me, standing on my carpet and shaking her rump at me, her skirt tails flapping as she moves.

“Go ahead; take it off.” Cream taunts me.

That’s one thing I’ve enjoyed about mares who wear clothes. It’s like a Christmas present; half the fun is in unwrapping to see what you get. I move my nose over her backside and plant my teeth upon the waist of her skirt. With the cloth in my mouth, I slowly pull out and down her legs, letting my snout run along her prominent cheeks. I hear her moan a bit just from that small touch, and see her lower her head to the floor so she can show off her stuff properly. I reach a hoof over to one side and turn her over, so I can look at her cutie mark.

Strange, I’m not really sure what it is. It’s some kind of clear liquid, but from it’s texture, it looks sort of sticky; some kind of fluid. Feeling her up like this I can feel something stirring up in my loins. Suddenly something clicks in my mind, and tells me that what I see on her flank might be related to what I’m feeling right now.

“Is that what I think it is?” I ask her, not wanting to make her sound too uncomfortable.

“M hm.” She smiles up at me and licks her lips. Oh boy, lucky doesn’t even describe it! I give her flank a good slap and make her squeal. Hearing her make that noise brings my friend to full attention as he’s dying to meet her. She gasps as she takes a good look at me, and I feel her body begin to tremble. Yeah, I do tend to have that effect on mares from time to time. She quickly turns her body over so that her back is lying on the floor, and her stomach is facing up to me, with her legs spread open wide.

I don’t waste any time. I quickly lay on top of her, and thrust my member inside of her. I hear her cry out as she’s filled up, but see her smile before too long. I brace my forelegs on the floor to keep myself from putting too much weight on her and carefully thrust my hips into her, so that she can enjoy it as much as I do. Oh, she feels so good inside! Her inner walls are clutching tightly to my member, squeezing it for everything it’s worth. I almost want to let go right now, but that’d be selfish of me. She’s trusted me enough to let me take her like this; I’m going to let her enjoy the experience as well. She arches her back and pushes herself into me, so that she can let me get as deep as I can go.

“Ahh!” Cream shouts, her hindlegs twitching a bit as she’s drilled. “Ooh!”

The way she’s reacting really makes it hard. It also makes it difficult for me to concentrate. I can only last for a few more minutes until my own body begins to shake. “Urgh… Agh…” I begin to grunt, as that feeling of release comes closer and closer.

“Don’t…!” she says in between breaths and looking up to me. “Don’t… cum inside me!”

What a drag! Cream Pie feels so good inside, so warm and wet. It’s a shame I have to finish on the outside. Oh well, whatever she wants. I force myself to slip outside of her. I consider shooting off to the side, until I see her close her mouth and open wide. Sure, why not? I reposition myself in front of her and let it fly. My head shoots out a sticky strand over her body and right onto her face, a little bit of it landing in her mouth. Another shot fires with less force and lands on her chest, followed by one last bit that drops onto her stomach. I hear her moan one more time as she squeezes her haunches together, and I watch her marehood flex a bit before spurting out her own fluids, her cute backside trembling from her climax. She opens her eyes and looks up at me. I’m sort of ashamed that I let such a beautiful pony get desecrated in such a way, but it’s what she wanted. I’m not sure what her parents had in mind when they gave her that name, but it sure fits the situation now. Destiny has a funny way of working out sometimes.

Rolling onto her hooves, Cream Pie asks me to point her in the direction of the bathroom. Instead, I take her there myself. Once we’re there, she says she only needs a few minutes. I shake my head and walk towards the tub, and let some warm water pour in. “No, that’s okay.” She says. “I want to get out of your mane quickly.”

“You’re kidding right?” I tell her. “All my life, I’ve considered myself the luckiest stallion in the world. There’s no way I’m gonna let my lucky streak just walk out of my front door like that.” Once the tub is full, I step in and offer her a hoof. She smiles and grabs hold of it, carefully making her way in and sitting in my lap. She dips her head in the water and lets it soak her mane, rinsing her face a bit. I wrap my hooves around her and let her enjoy the warmth, both from the water, and hopefully of the embrace I’m giving her.