A Sweet Craving
When one thinks of the name Pinkie Pie, multiple ideas come to the brim of one’s mind. One of the primary ideas that’s most common is the face of joy, pink lips and cheeks stretched in a wide grin as the merry and bubbly girl made her way down the street. She greeted every pony-person she knew, be they young or old. Sometimes, you could even catch her humming or singing, and be tempted to join in. More than one Ponyville resident can recall being put under the mysterious spell of a Pinkie-led musical.
Another idea that comes to mind is her role as an Element of Harmony, the bringer of Happiness. More than once has the pink-maned girl been brought into the spotlight for her deeds in assisting her fellow Elements in preserving the whole of Equestria and its safety. Nightmare Moon, Discord, Sombra, all beings who she helped to defend against. Though not known for courageous deeds, she carries the repute of a mare that stands at your side regardless. More than once, her humorous outlook on the world has dissuaded a tense situation, or helped shift one’s life from being down in the dumps to on top of the world.
These and many other labels have been placed upon the pink mare. But on this particular day, one of her least favorite labels, one she dislikes ever seeing in the mirror or hearing others remark upon, was stuck rigid in her mind. It was this very placing, this description, that had been sitting within the depths and deep little corners of her mind for some time, and had chosen today to be sprung upon her.
Alone.
The very mare in question was positioned at her post in Sugarcube Corner, the said shop empty for the moment being. It wasn’t that no one desired any candy anymore, more that it was simply a slow day. And slow days lead to slow progress, and slow progress to longer thoughts. It was this very process that brought Pinkie to a dilemma she’d yet to solve, one of the very very few things in the world she did not have an answer for, like counting out the beans in a jar of bouncing beans. Just when she always thought she could get the right number, they’d jump, and she’d have to start from one. Or the odds of being able to predict how many times Pound and Pumpkin Cake would try to escape their pens. At last count, it was thirty…she paused that thought and went upstairs. A lasso with a blanket and toy later, she returned to her spot. Thirty-four attempts.
“Man…such a slow day…” she groaned aloud, huffing a small puff of air that flicked the lock of her curled mane over her forehead up and around. “I wish one of the other girls were here…we could have some fun cooking, or just talking!” the empty shop gave no reprise, and she splayed out on the counter.
It wasn’t that Pinkie couldn’t handle not having anypony around her. She knew for a fact she had friends all across town. Her closest friends, the Elements, all cared about her and her about them. Not to mention all the friends they’ve made over the years they’ve all been together. But, that was part of the problem. They were only friends. None of them had provided for her something deeper, better, than what she had already established.
Rainbow Dash, surprisingly enough, was the first of their little group to get with somepony. Not many were surprised when she and Soarin announced their relationship though. Seeing the two walk out of a New Year’s Bash hand in hand was pretty easy to conclude. Applejack was next, courting a stallion she’d found herself fond of from Appleoosa’s way. She did check to make sure they didn’t have a family relation first. Rarity had given Spike a chance once he’d grown enough that she felt comfortable to consider him dating material. She’d been driven to tears at how much she’d been missing out on when he revealed his heart to her. Even Fluttershy had found a special somepony, surprisingly in Bulk Biceps. More than one pony had wagered on her getting together with Big Macintosh, but they had settled on just being good friends. And everypony already knew about Twilight’s on again, off again flings with Flash Sentry. The last she’d heard, the pair had gone on a date in Canterlot for just the two of them.
This left her. Pinkie Pie, the social party pony, the mare known for the best bashes and bringer of joy and happiness, alone. Why? What was the reason for it? It was a question left unanswered for that had found its way to latch onto her brain and deflate her usually pepped up attitude. It showed in her mane, the outward signal of her attitude. She wasn’t quite flattened out, though one could tell the distinct puffiness was lacking.
That thought led her to question if it was her appearance. A nearby reflective mirror let her inspect herself from head to toe. Running a hand through her soft curls, she watched them bounce lightly as she moved. Her mane certainly wasn’t a turnoff. More than once, Rarity herself had questioned just how she managed to keep it so perfectly curly, when she had to use multiple items just for her own mane. The bubbly mare couldn’t answer for it, saying it was something that had its own agenda. Moving down, she saw no blemishes upon her cheeks, no strange marks or anything to repulse somepony away. Her, surprise surprise, pink lips were delightfully full.
She scooted back and cast a glance up and down her torso, clad at the time in a light yellow short-sleeved shirt and light blue jeans. She knew she’d be lying as badly as Applejack if she would consider herself to be thin or lean. A steady diet and job at a store that sells candy and sweets had insured she’d certainly be a full-figured mare. Her breasts weren’t massive, though a pleasant shape and size regardless. Fluttershy was the mare known for her chest size, though she liked to contend that Pinkie could rival her on occasion. Following down her tummy, though not an obscene bulge, wasn’t as smooth as some mares dreamed of having. She didn’t consider it to be bad on her or unhealthy if she had a little bit of pudge here or there. It meant she was simply not going to go out on a runway anytime soon.
Casting her eyes around and further south, she did receive a small glimmer of pride. Though the giver of that pride was by no means miniature. Her rear was prodigiously large, fueled by her consistent diet and lifestyle. She sometimes felt a little embarrassed to possess such a posterior, but as she swayed her tail to and fro, she realized it was one of her best features. It’d explain why sometimes Mrs. Cake would have to hit Mr. Cake upside the head when they all worked together and she had to bend over to get something. To make a married man still stare despite his devotion to his wife meant she still had some charm to herself. That same rear leveled out into a shapely pair of thighs and legs that were unquestionably strong, being owned by the mare reputed to always be bouncing wherever she went.
The self-praise ceased however when she comprehended that even with this kind of appearance, she was still alone. Was it possible that she was too large in form? She brought her hands up and cupped her chest gingerly. “They do say that sometimes, stallions go for the smaller mares…do they think I’m…fat?” the last words she whispered as the sting of tears tugged at the corners of her eyes, and she quickly blinked them away. If she kept on this line of thinking, it would lead to no good. But she wouldn’t find respite here, alone. Giving a small sigh, and deciding the day was simply slow enough for it, she flipped the open sign to closed. There was a place she could go to for an ease of mind, even if she was to be alone. With that, she stepped out from Sugarcube Corner and walked down the road, her destination in mind as she battled with the gnawing pest attacking her self-confidence.
***
“Thanks, come again!” was the accompanied phrase that followed every bell chime that sounded from the door to Donut Joe’s Creamery. When the shop first opened, more than one pony was attracted for the sheer reputation of the known Donut Joe of Canterlot fame. He wasn’t a figure of political or noble repute, for sure, but instead he was known more to the common pony for providing a great place for folk to come and relax or vent their frustration into a delectable, delicious pastry. He didn’t sell just donuts alone, no: various confections were made for sale at his shop, and business was good in the populated Ponyville.
When asked about the move, Donut Joe (or Joe as he likes to be called) said that as much as he enjoyed his cozy little diner in Canterlot, the place had become too plugged up with nobility of late. The atmosphere of his shop called for more down to earth ponies that could enjoy his creations for the sake of being a good place to eat, not looked down upon as a caterer only to the lower classes. That was the long, detailed version he gave to the reporters when he moved to Ponyville.
The shorter, easier reason? Joe wanted to see happier faces in his shop.
Now, that’s not to say nopony who came in to his work was down in the dumps. No, it was different. Many ponies in Canterlot entered and left his business with a pleasant disposition, if not from the acquired goods then at least from Joe’s cheerful demeanor. However, more often than not of late, Joe had found less and less happier faces. Ponies were moving along just fine, but his business suffered from the economic strain ongoing through the city. While the rich and powerful thrived, more than one of the lower class families had to leave and move to places like Ponyville for their own sake. With a large portion of his clients moving to said town, he only felt it right to go to a town reputed for being one of the happiest, if perhaps chaotic or active places, in Equestria.
Joe had to laugh as he polished the counter, looking out at his diner and admiring how well it’d come together. When he’d arrived, the building he’d purchased to make his new diner had been a bit run down, needing new floors and some patching for the ceiling. The previous owner had apparently left after the “Discord Incident” some called, where he’d made the house fly through town and rendering the mare who owned it to be unable to live there anymore. Add in the other chaotic elements that often pass by, and it was no surprise that an abandoned building would be a little run down. But Joe had turned it right side up and fixed it into the pride and joy he called his own now.
Hearing the bell chime, Joe picked himself up from memory lane and turned to the door. “Hey there, welcome to Donut Joe’s!” he started until he spotted the pink and curly mane entering through. “Hey, Pinkie! Just in time to catch me on break, no less.” He said, smiling at the mare as she took a seat at the counter, the swivel seat squeaking as she planted her rump onto it.
Pinkie gave him a small grin and nodded. “How’s it going, Joe? Pastries flying like canaries?” she asked, propping her chin on a hand.
“Well, you know how it is. Ponies can’t go for long without a little sugar to pick up their day.” He replied, giving her a smile. When Joe had moved in with his business, some of the townsfolk had expected a rivalry to crop up between the Cakes and Sugarcube Corner against his diner. However, the opposite came to be through Pinkie, who was the first mare to greet Joe and welcome him to town. The pair hit it off right away with discussions and debates over what sweets ponies liked, what were the best to make, and so on.
When he didn’t hear her respond, Joe blinked and looked closer at Pinkie. He realized something had to be off for the mare to be so quiet. Her eyes lacked the light that they had held before, and most worrisome of all, she wasn’t bouncing around or even looking up at him. Seeing the rest of the diner was rather calm, with the couple of waiters and waitresses he’d hired seeing to customers, he decided it’d be best to check in with her.
“Rosemary, can you watch the counter for a time? I’m gonna take a break.” He called to a dark ruby colored mare that emerged from the restroom. Adjusting her hat atop her head, part of the diner’s uniform, she gave a nod and Joe smiled before tapping Pinkie on the arm. The depressed mare looked up and saw Joe nodding at a booth to the far corner, to give them a little privacy.
“Come on, Pinks. You don’t usually act like this when you come in.” he remarked as he sat himself across from the mare. He had one of the waiters bring over a cup of coffee for the pair of them. Pinkie took hers and sipped lightly as Joe did, the sting of heat from the mixture bringing life to her mind and lips.
“Heh, Decaf. You remembered.” She said quietly as she looked up to him. Pinkie knew she was right to come here. For all her eccentric behavior and oddities, she still enjoyed that at least somepony would think of her like that.
“Of course. You told me yourself that you don’t need to have caffeine to be bouncing off the walls. You do that already.” He teased lightly, drawing a giggle out of the mare in front of him. “So what’s been going on, Pinkie? You usually got some party planned to tell me about or a new story.” He asked, drawing another sigh from the mare.
“Joe...” she started to say, making him lean in closer. “Are my breasts too big?”
Donut Joe considers himself to be a stallion prepared for many things. He was not, however, prepared to answer for the correct size of a mare’s chest, even if he personally found Pinkie’s figure to be absolutely amazing. As a result, he wound up spluttering into his coffee, avoiding spraying Pinkie with his drink and instead coughing into the cup.
“W-what?” he questioned immediately, only to look up and be dizzied by the sight of Pinkie cupping said breasts through her shirt and shaking them.
“Are they too big? Do they make me look fat?” she repeated. The line of questioning brought a flush of color to Joe’s face, making him struggle to reach an answer. Pinkie took his lack of coherence as confusion and moved on. “What about my butt? Is it too round?” she moved to stand and Joe quickly caught her by the wrist.
“Pinkie, please!” he begged quickly, causing the mare to pause. She returned to her seat, smiling sheepishly. Once his pulse had cooled down, Joe looked over at the, for once, quiet mare. “What brought all this on? Did somepony say something?”
Pinkie sighed and crossed her arms, resting them on the table and causing her breasts to squeeze together in her shirt. Joe tore his eyes away from the siren-like lure and paid attention as she spoke up, albeit quietly. “It’s more nopony’s said anything, Joe. You know all my friends, right? Twilight, and Rainbow, and everypony else?” At his nod, she continued. “Well, they all have somepony special in their life. And I’m so happy for them, I am!” She let a small grin play across her lips at a memory. “It was so cute getting to see them all get together. They were like one big happy family. But…” she trailed off and glanced over at a couple standing at the counter, a mare and stallion hand in hand as the lavender coated mare took the bag of sweets they’d ordered. She was a thin little thing, almost looked to be carried away on the wind outside.
“But nopony’s there for me, Joe. I don’t get it. Is it something I’ve done? Something I said?” she pondered aloud as she rubbed a finger in a circle on the table. “Or am I just not attractive, just the excuse for a party? The candy-girl who sneaks bites behind the counter?”
Joe watched her go on and on and frowned. It wasn’t right for one of the happiest mares, and admittedly to himself one of the most attractive, be down in the dumps like this. It was a crime against nature herself! Setting his cup down, the amber-colored stallion reached out and took hold of Pinkie’s wandering hand, making her look up.
“Look, Pinkie. I’ve been doing this for a while now, watching ponyfolk come and go out of my diner. Some of them walk out with the biggest grins on their faces, like you often do. Like when you got me to sell them cookie and cream popsicles last summer?” he reminded her of that particular heat wave ridden summer, where it was dangerous to go outside without some sort of head cover. Pinkie had suggested some sort of cool treat for the populace to have to help combat the heat, and she gave the recipe to Joe to sell as well. It worked out well for them both, garnering popularity and financial success.
“I remember. Dash kept trying to take all the ones for herself. She’s always looking to get as much as she can when something big comes around.” The curly-maned mare recalled.
“Yep, that’s right. But she wouldn’t have gotten it if it hadn’t been for you. Heck, all I had was cool milkshakes.” He continued, nodding at her. “But back on track: folk come and go happy, and some do leave not feeling the best. I watch them all. But when I see you, I always see you happy.” He paused for a second to look for the right words, not noticing he was still holding her hand. But Pinkie didn’t object, instead focused on the pastry maker’s next words
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“I always like seeing you happy like that. It makes me feel happy too. I don’t care about what somepony else says or does, because I got in mind the truth of things. Now, what do you think I see when I look at you?” His question made her blink and she rubbed at her chin with her free hand’s index finger.
“Well…I don’t know, really. I’m not psychic, though lots of ponies think so. I just have a good Pinkie sense.” She replied. She blinked again before tilting her head and Joe watched as a shiver went through her shoulder. “One of your waitresses is about to spill a drink.”
CRASH! “Vanilla, that’s the second time today!” came the call from the back.
Joe blinked and had to chuckle at her uncanny predictions. “Pinkie, I don’t see anything bad when I see you come in. All I see is a happy, bouncing, friendly woman who I like to see smiling. It’s the right thing for you, smiling, I think. You look the most beautiful when you smile.” He caught himself and blushed when he realized he’d let that slip, but Pinkie didn’t look perturbed at all. He wondered if she caught him.
“U-uh…look, I’m not really good with words. The thing is, Pinkie, don’t let the rest of the world rattle you. I know your friends think the same way I do. You’re a great gal, and I see it every day. Ok?” he finished, only to see her staring at him. He realized then that he was still holding her hand, but that her hand was now squeezing his own. It was a firm grip, but nothing harsh on his hands. “Pinkie?” he asked quietly.
“…did you really mean it? You called me beautiful.” She whispered softly. Her blue orbs had him pinned on the spot, and he swallowed.
“Yes, yes I did. Might sound odd coming from somepony like me, but, there you have it.” He confirmed.
He expected some sort of rebuke or cutting comment from her, or even just a remark of him being silly. That’d be letting him off lightly. Joe knew he was an older stallion, if only by a few years at that. But ever since that time he’d met the six Elements on the train to the National Dessert Competition, he’d learned his lesson on being truthful in all things. He sure wasn’t going to cover himself up like that again.
But instead of a rebuke, he discovered that the mare across from him was smiling, a big beaming grin at him no less. Her mane was bright again, fully curled and seemingly revitalized like the mare that had come around in a split second and was hugging him. It was from that hug that Donut Joe came to comprehend that Pinkie Pie was indeed a very extroverted mare, in that she did not care that his head was smack dab shoved into her chest as she giggled.
“Joe, you big sweetie!” she chimed happily as she shook him, unknowingly making her breasts bounce on his head. When she withdrew, he fell back into his seat in a daze, sensory overload preventing him from speaking. “You’re right. I can’t let the world keep Pinkie Pie down! I’m only down when I’m asleep! Or taking a break. Or sunning with Rainbow at the lake. Ooh, we haven’t done that in forever!” she went on as Joe regained his senses.
“Well, lookie there! It’s that smiling Pinkie Pie.” Joe said, brushing at his mane with a grin. “You see? You just gotta face them back down, whenever they try to knock you off your seat.”
Pinkie grinned and nodded. “You’re right, Joe. I’m gonna head on back. I bet I can whip up some new ideas for the Cakes to sell when they get back from out of town!” she exclaimed, turning to leave. She paused and looked back at the stallion that was standing now, being a good head taller than her in comparison. “And Joe?”
“Hmm? Yeah, Pinkie?” the Donut maker looked up at her call. He felt his cheeks warm when he was greeted by her smiling that big grin from before again.
“Thanks. You’re not bad yourself, you know. Keep that in mind!” she chimed with a wink before going out the door. Joe watched her leave, his eyes trailing to her wide derriere before he realized he was staring and turned to go back to the counter.
‘Is it just me, or was she trying to show off for me a little?’ He pondered, remembering the sweet and warm scent that radiated off of the pink mare when she’d hugged him. She was happier now, and that’s what mattered most to Joe.
***
From that day on, Joe saw Pinkie come by his shop in one way or another, either a delivery of goods from Sugarcube Corner or to make an order for herself or her friends. With that one conversation, Joe found that he seemed to spark some sort of connection to Pinkie that surprised him often. Anytime he’d find himself daydreaming or thinking about her, she’d always pop up, as if she was waiting for the opportunity. Every time she did, no matter how he was feeling or what he was doing, he could always find it in himself to give her a smile and talk with her. Her friends started coming as well, which gave a big boost to his diner’s popularity as a hangout locale for celebrities like Princess Twilight and the Elements.
If he was being honest with himself, he really only enjoyed seeing Pinkie come in, and he knew it was because he harbored a place for her in his heart. He couldn’t help it; that mare was ringing a bell on every alarm in his head for a mare he’d want to be with. Beautiful, fun, energetic, has a passion for food like he does; more than once, he realized he’d be watching her when she and her friends came in, and he’d feel a tug on his heart as he wanted to make her be happy like that himself. Of course, that thought was pushed aside when he reminded himself that she probably had somepony else in mind for a stallion. But a guy could hope, couldn’t he?
It’s not like Joe wasn’t experienced with mares. He’s had his fair few in his time in Canterlot, a mare here or there who wanted more than just the cream filling his donuts had. But those flings were one off chances, heat sessions that left him as more or less a tool for them to use than as a real partner. It was part of that reason than anytime Joe hired a mare to work for them, he made them sign a contract with a secondary condition to take time off when their heat session was around, to prevent any unnecessary trouble. The last thing he needed was a mare breaking into his diner looking for somepony to stew her pot, so to speak.
Time continued on like this for a while till one day, where the amber-colored stallion found himself handed an application from Pinkie’s hands. “You want to come and work for me?” he asked, bewildered. The pink mare in question nodded, her mane bouncing like herself. Joe shook his head and refocused.
“Yep! I talked to the Cakes, and they agreed that this way, our shops can have an easier time with labor! And with how you’ve been getting soooo many customers, I can help you out!” she explained.
Joe had to nod at her reasoning, it made sense. Sugarcube Corner and his diner were partners in all but the bare titles, being the purveyors of sweets for much of Ponyville. With the profits he was raking in, he was sitting on a fairly decent lifestyle. Soon enough, he could afford his own place, with the right luck. He looked from the filled out paperwork to the beaming mare across from him. He placed her in the uniform of the diner and gulped. “S-sure! I think you’d be right welcome here, Pinkie!” he said finally, getting a giggle out of the curly-maned mare.
“That’s great! I can’t wait to get in and get to come up with all sorts of new desserts, like pies, and custards, and ice cream!” she declared. Her energy washed over Joe and he couldn’t help but to nod with a laugh.
With that settled, she came in bright and early the next day, almost beating Joe to the diner at opening hours. “There’s spare uniforms in the back, Pinkie, see which fits you best.” He said as he unlocked his office and checked his mailbox for any new messages or letters. The curvy mare nodded and slipped into the back room, rifling through the outfits. She giggled to herself when she found some of them would scarcely be able to fit around her form. A mischievous thought struck her then, and she decided to play a small prank on her new co-worker and friend.
Joe looked up when he heard Pinkie calling for him from the back. “Is something wrong, Pink-” he was cut off when he found more than an eyeful of pink greeting him when he walked in.
Pinkie had managed to squeeze herself into a button-up shirt that was clearly two sizes too small, her bust straining the fabric greatly. It rode up past her stomach to the swell of her breasts, exposing her midriff to him, the fur there appearing delightfully soft to the touch. Her skirt thankfully covered her womanly privates from his sight, though if only barely. The edge of the skirt was resting on her sizeable hips, leaving Joe to lose any track of thought as his cheeks flushed red.
“What do you think? I can still fit into them, huh? It’s just a tight squeeze!” she giggled and brought her arms up, making her mountainous orbs more pronounced. “Do you think you could help though, Joe? I just can’t seem to button up the last two buttons.”
Her request nearly snapped his mind as he realized she was asking him to touch her. “U-um…I guess I could?” he offered and took a step forward. Goddesses, she was built, he had to admit to himself. He was almost tempted to ask her to keep that uniform, if she wanted to, before his lust-addled mind woke up. He heard her giggling and realized his hand was already up and reaching out towards her cleavage line where the buttons laid undone.
“Silly! I know you wouldn’t want me to wear this! After all, I have to look decent and wear proper uniform! It’s in the contract, after all.” She said, winking at him. “It was worth it for your expression though!”
Donut Joe sputtered for a moment before laughing, resting a hand on his face and feeling the blush on his cheeks. “You got me good, Pinkie.” He admitted before turning to walk out. “Make sure you’re properly dressed and I’ll show you how everything works, alright?” he called back to her.
Pinkie nodded from her spot in the room and quickly undid the strained outfit, setting it aside and finding a proper size. To herself, however, she was smiling more from Joe’s reaction. He had been struck dumb by her appearance, showing that much skin to him like that. It made her feel a sense of acknowledgement, confirmation of what he’d declared to her before about finding her beautiful. Her cheeks warmed red as she realized she liked knowing he thought that of her. ‘Maybe…if he reacted like that…I wonder if he likes me?’ she pondered to herself.
‘Of course he likes you! But does he like you like you?’ she asked herself, tilting her head to the left.
‘Did you see how he reacted? We had him hook, line, and sinker! I bet you we could get more out of him than that!’ her mind worked out a debate as she finished dressing herself, her form now properly clothed. Even with the adjusted size, she still filled it out quite well. Giving her cotton-candy pink tail a shake, she stepped out.
“Alright, Joe! Let’s make some sweets!” she declared happily. The brown-maned stallion looked to his new co-worker and smiled.
“You know, Pinkie, I think I’m going to like having you here. You got energy about you I can’t get from anypony else, even with a sugar rush!” he declared as he unlocked the padlocks on several of the display cases.
“Aww shucks! I’m just eager to work with you, Joe!” she replied, drawing a smile from the stallion. He took her around from there, showing how he used each machine in the back as well as the policies on deals and packages that customers could request. When the bell to the front door chimed and they looked to their first customers, Pinkie beat Joe to the punch.
“Welcome to Donut Joe’s Donut Diner! We got the sweet treat to knock you off your feet!” she declared. Joe watched her and had to physically move himself to stop staring at the new bright light of his life. It was that, or dump a bucket of ice down his pants like he’d almost done when he saw her exposed before.
***
With Pinkie’s addition to the diner, Joe found that his world was the happiest he’d seen in a long time. Gone was the basic rinse and repeat of open shop, give out sweets, and close shop like he had in Canterlot. Every day brought something new or different for him to experience, and more often than not, he found it coming to him via that certain pink-maned sweetheart who was quickly worming her way to his heart faster than he could predict. Sometimes, she’d have a little sugary delight she designed in her spare time for him to try, and he’d take time at his lunch break to sample it. Much to his and her enjoyment, she’d yet to fail in making anything less than exquisite. More than once, Joe asked her if she’d like to sell it here and he would make the profits go exclusively to her. But when she shook her head and he asked why, her answer would leave him stumped.
“I didn’t make it to sell it, silly. I made it so you could enjoy it!” she would say, and then she’d bounce away to attend to another customer, leaving Joe to watch her cotton-candy tail sway as he was left to his thoughts. He’d eye the treat and smile, nibbling on it to savor the creation she’d given him before he had to get back to the daily grind. She was certainly somepony special to him, alright. He just wished he could show it back in kind.
Lo and behold, he got that chance well enough one day. The summer had passed into the fall, the sun backing off from its intense heat waves and searing temperatures to give way for a cooling breeze and skies dotted with clouds. The crowds continued to filter in and out of Joe’s diner, though, undeterred by temperature or weather for the sake of some sort of confectionary that Joe could come up with. For the stallion, it was just another day. The door chimed and he listened to hear Pinkie give her usual greeting, but blinked when he heard nothing.
He lifted his head from the newspaper he’d been browsing and saw the mare in question watching the group of customers walking in move to a nearby table. But the happy expression she usually bore in greeting new customers was lost. Uncertainty was filtering into her features, and Joe watched as the usually lively mare seemed to sag a little on the spot. Sensing something was wrong; Joe walked over to her and rested his hand on her shoulder. “Pinks? What’s up?” he asked quietly.
She seemed to jump, and had Joe’s hand not been on her shoulder, the stallion wouldn’t have been surprised if the busty mare would’ve leapt off the ground. “Oh! Joe, it’s uh…um…” she paused as she searched for the words, her eyes darting left and right quickly.
Seeing her in the midst of a small panic put any thought of work out of his mind immediately. Resting his hand on her other shoulder as well, he held Pinkie still. “Pinkie, it’s alright. What’s got you so rattled? Is it those new guys that walked in?” he asked. The said new guys were a trio of stallions that had been in a few times before, but Joe recalled that Pinkie had mysteriously not been present to serve them or even greet them.
Her quiet confirmed it for him, and Joe waved Vanilla over to get their order as he took Pinkie aside. “Did they say something to you? Hurt you?” he questioned.
Her pink mane shaking like her head, the mare finally answered. “You remember how I once thought ponies only thought of me as the big girl who snuck treats behind the counter?” she asked softly, her hands shaking slightly at her sides. Joe nodded and she continued. “Those three…they used to go to Sugarcube Corner a lot. But I found out that more often than not? They weren’t there for candy, or treats. They were there to laugh at me. Because they…they thought I was…” she trailed off and leaned against Joe, still shaking.
A white-hot rage burned to life within the stallion at this, and he had to take a deep breath to prevent himself from outright yelling them out of his diner. He realized momentarily that his inhale had brought with it Pinkie’s uniquely sweet scent, her mane right under his nose as he’d taken to giving her a hug instinctively in her moment of apparent fear. “Don’t you worry, Pinks. You leave it to me. I got just the thing for them.” He said, drawing Pinkie to look up at him curiously. “I want you to take a break, alright? You sit right over at our booth, and leave these little punks to me.”
Pinkie nodded and smiled up at him, and Joe reluctantly let go of her and watched her move to sit at the booth they’d shared ever since that first day. Nodding to himself, he adopted a playful smirk as he called over Vanilla, asking for what the boys had ordered. The red-headed mare had agreed with his idea once he’d shared it, having taken a shining to the mare that’d brightened her boss’ life so much.
A short time later, Joe himself carried a tray in his hand that bore the boys’ order: a massive ice-cream and chocolate sundae that was one of the few group options he and Pinkie had come up with, to serve for parties or families who came in to eat. “Here you go, boys! Compliments of Joe himself!” he declared, keeping up his mask of the happy-go-lucky manager.
“Aww, sweet! I can’t wait to dig into this! Better get your spoon, Spade, this dessert is so mine!” one of the boys, a dirty-blonde maned lad declared as “Spade” laughed and dug in as well, the third joining in. Joe kept his smile from turning into a smirk as they went to work on the large frozen delight.
“Hey, Joe? Is it true that you hired that one gal, Pinkie Pie?” the first stallion, a golden-coated and orange maned boy asked.
“Hmm…why yes, yes I did some time back. Why do you ask?” he questioned, playing along.
“Well, don’t mean to ruin your day, but between you and me? You’d better make sure that you don’t start losing inventory and quick. I know that girl’s got quite a sweet tooth, if her butt’s any indicator.” He said, guffawing as did his two cohorts.
Joe bit back a comment and waited patiently for the boys to each get their fair portion. “Well, don’t worry, boys. Ol’ Joe knows how to handle his place. But I gotta ask, since you boys ate that so quick,” he nodded at the now empty tray, “did you enjoy your dessert?”
“Yeah, sure did! You always got the best stuff-” the one called Spade started to compliment before he paused, hand resting on his stomach. “Oh…dang. Man, I think I had something bad in that batch. I ate too fast.” The other two soon found similar pains, and clutched at their waists.
“Well, that’s weird. I checked it myself this morning. A few scoops of ice-cream, some chocolate fondue sauce fresh out the fridge…” Joe pondered aloud. One of the boys lurched up and tried to get out of his booth seat, only to be held in place by Joe. “Oh, wait! I did add in something else. A new little ingredient I hear called ‘Laxatives’. I’m hoping you’re familiar?”
“The hell, man, you know what that does to ponies?!” Spade exclaimed, groaning afterwards. “My insides feel like they’re gonna explode!”
“I’m sorry boys, I thought little shits like you might recognize that flavoring?” he asked, his grin quickly turning to a scowl as he stared the three down. His height let him tower over them as he continued. “I’ll be direct, since I don’t appreciate somepony dirtying my diner: If I hear you boys talk down about Pinkie Pie in my diner, or anywhere near me again, I promise I’ll do a lot worse than this to you. She’s a gorgeous mare, and one of the best damn mares I’ve ever had the chance to know. Ain’t nopony ever gonna talk bad about her while I’m around, you hear me?”
“Yeah man, yeah, we hear you! Just please, let us go!” Spade begged. Joe smirked and stepped out of the way. All three of them scrambled to escape the booth and flee out of the diner, not wanting to make a scene in public. They clutched at their backsides as they waddled/ran out the door, leaving Joe to watch with a small laugh before dusting his hands off and turning back to the diner proper.
“Well, that’s three bad nuts we won’t be seeing in here.” He chimed to himself, making himself laugh before looking for Pinkie. He found her, but before he could get another word in, she was on him and had locked lips with him, making Joe freeze up entirely. A shock ran through him from head to toe as the sensation of soft – was that cherry lip balm? – lips crossed his mind, frying any logical thought as she pulled off of him. It had only been for a second, but the act alone had burned him out.
“Joe…you’re a real sweetheart, you know that?” Pinkie remarked quietly, her eyes brimming with tears as her blue pools peered up at him. “I don’t think any stallion’s been that…protective of me. You…you even called me gorgeous.”
The stallion blushed, his face burning as she grinned at him. “Yeah, well…I…I mean it, Pinkie. Every word.” He confirmed, making her grin all the more. He realized they were still standing in the middle of the diner and within view of plenty of onlookers. “L-Let’s get back to work, yeah?” he asked, grinning shyly as he moved back behind the counter, hoping to distract himself with some task left to do.
“Okie-dokie-lokey, Joe!” Pinkie agreed. For the rest of that day, she stayed by his side, always smiling every time he looked at her, or when they happened to brush by each other. Joe could’ve sworn more than once, she tried to use her tail or hands to touch him more, but he put it away as his hormone laden mind trying to make more of the situation. But he admitted he was happy to see her be back to herself again, if not even brighter.
***
It was a Saturday that found Joe at his apartment, a complex a little ways down from his diner that he’d managed to snag when he moved to Ponyville. Being Saturday, Joe had chosen this to be one of his days off; letting Vanilla and the rest of the staff take care of things. Having slept in and gotten a good breakfast, he was feeling ready for a personal day. However, he wasn’t expecting to spend it alone. Pinkie had managed to snag together a few ideas for some new items to sell at the diner, but she wanted to cook them with him first, so he could see them firsthand.
Needless to say, Joe had also spent the morning cleaning up. The bachelor pad of a busy stallion wouldn’t do for making a good impression for the mare he’d come to care for. Ever since his little prank, Pinkie just seemed to glow around him. Vanilla had more than once asked him if they were dating, and he’d quickly deny it before Pinkie caught wind of it. But more often than not, she’d always be casting a smile at him, from the counter, the kitchen, on the floor. Some might’ve thought it odd, but Joe couldn’t help the warmth that he’d feel from that smile. It was right for Pinkie, and knowing he was a part of it made him that much happier.
The doorbell rang and Joe snapped from his thoughts to open the front door. “Hey, Pinkie!” he said as he opened the doorway, only to blink at the bags and various bowls. Each of them somehow seemed to balance or offset the others as he moved to let her in. Seeing her head for the living room, he caught her by the shoulders and turned her to the kitchen, where she laid out everything on the counter with a small “oomph” of effort.
“I grabbed everything I could, Joe! This way, we can make plenty of batches and have some for ourselves even!” she declared as she wiped at her forehead with the back of her hand. She was wearing only a white t-shirt that matched with her pink fur, which combined with the short-shorts she was wearing made Joe’s mind reel at the pure beauty she radiated out. The way the fabric of the shorts clung to her full – dare he say voluptuous, curvy, and sexually stimulating as well – rear was enough to boggle his mind. Enough so that he completely missed what she was saying entirely.
“S-sorry, Pinkie. I must’ve been daydreaming a little.” He quickly said, hoping he hadn’t been caught. “Where are we starting?”
Pinkie giggled, her mane bouncing as she shook her head. “Don’t worry, Joe, I’m sure you can handle both handfuls of it.” She said. Her response left him confused, but he put it aside as she pulled out a piece of paper from her back pocket. “We’ll try out the cake first. We only have two cakes to offer, and I think having a third would round things out nicely. What do you think?”
Joe nodded, admiring her business sense. “Sounds like a plan to me. What do we need first?” he brought his hands together and popped his fingers, a determined grin touching his face as he mentally prepped himself.
“Well, for starters, wash your hands.” Pinkie chimed, making Joe pause. He glanced at his hands before mentally smacking himself for forgetting cooking rule no.1: a clean kitchen and clean chef makes for a good clean meal. He turned and faced the sink, quickly washing his hands under the spray of water as Pinkie giggled from behind him. “Got your mind in the clouds, Joe?”
“Hey, you bring a pretty mare into my home, I have the right to be distracted a little.” He teased back. Caution permeated his mind of potentially offending Pinkie, but logic overtook it. There was no harm in being complimentary to her. This was confirmed when Pinkie giggled again, though Joe looked in time to see a dash of red cross her features as she smiled.
“Still sweet as ever, Joe. If you’re not careful, customers will start asking for you as a meal!” she said before gasping. “Oh my gosh, could you imagine a pony made of chocolate? Or whipped cream? I wonder if they’d make their own desserts? They could name it after themselves!” she paused to ponder on a name as Joe laughed quietly, shaking his hands dry.
“Come on, Pinkie. One revolutionary idea at a time.” He said as he returned beside her.
From there, the pair of them went to work, side by side as Pinkie unveiled her masterpiece plan. From the start, Joe was confused as she made use of minimal ingredients compared to the standard go-to method he applied. However, as time went on, he bore witness to Pinkie’s cooking genius as she managed to add in several unexpected ingredients to combine with the cake batter. She explained that instead of trying to make the cake be a whole entire creation of just sugar and cream, to try adding in other materials for a variety of flavor and taste. The idea had come to her when she’d seen how many customers enjoyed their parfaits, but the diner only had the customary chocolate design. Thus, she decided to try strawberries, and felt she’d reached a successful standpoint.
Joe watched her work and was amazed. He’d always known Pinkie was a right ringer when it came to confectionaries and treats, but this was over the top! He smiled as they paused in their work to admire the fully complete cake. They had a couple dabs of chocolate and flour on their fur and faces, but nothing unexpected for their achievement.
“Pinkie, if you were my competitor, I’d be out of a job. I’m so glad I managed to snag such a smart mare for my diner.” He praised, looking from the delicious morsel to the pink mare, who was giggling at his praise.
“Oh, pshaw! Sure I’m a good cook, but you have the business sense to make it work! I wouldn’t know where to begin!” she countered. “Now, come on, let’s give it a try. You see if you can make it like I did!”
Joe nodded and they moved the completed dessert to the side, out of the way of any potential accidents. With all the ingredients placed beside him, Joe nodded and went to work, doing his best to duplicate her efforts. It started out well enough until he got to the mixing portion. While mixing the ingredients together, his nose started to tingle, and he sniffed to try and keep the sneeze down. But it was to no avail as his body trembled from trying to hold it in before he let loose. He sneezed multiple times, turning his head away from Pinkie and the treat to preserve it of himself, but he neglected to remember that he was using an automatic mixer machine. His shaking had offset its balance, and the mix began to splatter as he lunged for the controls, trying to turn it off.
“Confounded…come on…gah!” he grunted as his now slick fingers fiddled with the controls. Finally powering it off, he stopped and surveyed the counter. The mixture was only half present in the bowl, the wet sensation crawling down his cheeks and arms telling him that he was displaying the rest on himself as a living dinner treat. “Well…I don’t think the recipe calls for ‘Strawberry a la Joe’.” He joked lightly as he flicked his hands, trying to do away with the mess.
Pinkie was in a fit of laughter as she watched him. “Wow, Joe. I didn’t take you for the messy type!” she said before picking up a spare towel and dabbing at his arm. The stallion held still as she doted on him, his cheeks warming as she pressed closer to his side. He was reminded of her bust as it engulfed his arm, Pinkie seemingly distracted with reaching across him to get at his chest. “Uh…Pinkie?” he asked, feeling his face heat up at the close proximity.
“Hmm?” she hummed as she moved upwards, the towel pressing through his shirt as she tried to get off as much as possible. Her body continued to remain near to him, brushing against his side as his voice hitched in his throat.
“Pinkie, I can…I can do this, you don’t have to…” he mumbled as she carried on, cleaning him up of the mixture’s leftovers. Small bits had gotten onto her as well, spotting her shirt with cream and strawberry juice.
“Silly, it’s no trouble.” She replied softly, coming up to his cheek and resting the towel there, along with her hand. It was there that she paused when she realized how close she was in proximity to him. Joe hadn’t moved the entire time she’d been cleaning him off, leaving them nearly face to face. She peered up at him, blue eyes meeting green as her cheeks started to bloom much like his had already. “I just…well…” she murmured quietly. “I like to help you, Joe. I mean, look at all you’ve done for me. You gave me work, you listened to my problems, and you even chased away those meanies who used to harass me.” She listed off as her hand now caressed his cheek, sans towel. Her fingers were soft as they brushed his fur, Joe’s heart starting to hammer from how delicate she was being. It was taking quite an effort not to sweep her into his arms on the spot.
“It’s just…the right thing to do. You’re a wonderful gal, you deserve the best.” He responded distractedly, his eyes occupied by how inviting her lips looked, parted as her tongue rested within her maw.
“Hey, Joe?” she whispered, getting his attention. Her cheeks were now a rosy shade of red, complimenting her pink coat as she squeezed closer.
“Yeah, Pinks?” he replied, a hand instinctively coming up to rest on her hip, a reassuring gesture as she stayed put there.
“You have a bit on your lips…” she said before finally closing the gap, leaning up and capturing his lips with hers. Again, Joe found his body lit up by a spark, one that persisted as she held the kiss. He found her taste inviting, a mix of the ingredients they’d been working with along with the strawberry addition that he’d wager was her lip gloss. The mare in question sighed pleasantly through her nose as his hands hooked around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he leaned back against the counter, eyes closed before they finally parted for air.
“Do you think you got it?” he asked softly, making her giggle bashfully.
“I’m not sure…I better try again to be sure.” She replied before closing the gap again. Joe welcomed it eagerly, meeting her as he lowered his head to make it easier on her. She let out a soft moan as she relaxed in his embrace, one of his hands slowly trailing up her back to place itself amidst her mane, running his fingers through it slowly while his other hand squeezed her hip lightly, drawing a small squeak from her. Her tongue darted out to greet his and he granted it entry, her long muscle meeting his as she first shyly explored before becoming accustomed to his warmth.
She shifted and pressed her body closer to his, her bust squeezed firmly against his own chest as they continued to kiss before Pinkie pulled back for air, only this time bearing a mischievous grin. “Oh, look at that, Joe!” she gasped mock dramatically as she glanced down. Her white shirt was now fairly coated with the leftover mixture that had been on Joe’s shirt. “You got it all over me! Do you think you can help?”
Joe felt his face flush but he smiled. “I think I can. Maybe a little handiwork will help?” he said before bringing his hands around, sliding them up along her belly until he reached the underside of her bosom, fingers dancing slowly along the cloth. Meeting her eyes, he looked for any hesitance, but found only her playful acceptance as she nodded, a new light coming to her blue orbs as he cupped her breasts through the shirt. Both Pinkie and Joe groaned lightly as he toyed with her through the cloth confines. Joe marveled at how she could be so soft and full, able to feel their weight in his palms as he rubbed through the shirt slowly. For Pinkie, she was relishing the hands of a stallion touching her so intimately. To do it herself was nothing compared to how he could knead her so gently, yet have the strength she desired to feel from a lover.
Opening her eyes to look at his hungry own captivated by what he held in his hands, Pinkie reached up and grabbed him by the wrist, making him pause. Thinking he’d done something wrong, Joe cocked an eyebrow up before his eyes widened as Pinkie tugged the shirt up from her waist and flung it off, her breasts making a pleasant bouncing motion until they rested again. “There…now, c’mere, sugar.” She said sultrily, grabbing his hands and putting them to her breasts once more.
Now without their cloth covering, her breasts seemed that much more drool-worthy to Joe, able to watch as he gave them both a firm squeeze only for them to overflow his fingers. “What do you think? Not too bad, huh?” she asked, breathing heavily as her body began to heat up from his ministrations. “Do you…do you like my breasts?”
“Like them? Tartarus, Pinkie, they’re a better sight than anything I could make.” He complimented as he leaned forward, immersing his face into her cleavage as he continued to knead and palm her bosom. His palms weren’t harshly rough, but they made a pleasant friction that Pinkie could feel as her nipples began poking into his hands. He added another pleasurable sensation as his tongue poked out and began to lap at the valley her breasts made, her scent intoxicating as he buried himself into her.
“Oh, Joe! Joe, you’re so tender! Play with my nipples, they’re sensitive!” Pinkie begged, leaning back now as the stallion hungrily nipped and licked at her titflesh. Not one to ignore a lady’s wishes, Joe brought his hands down and cupped her breasts, bringing them up for him to lick as his tongue swirled around the nubs. He was lost to his lust now, the desire to please her pushing past any barricade of logic or fear. His wet and lengthy muscle made quick work of her tips, the nipples now protruding out as he toyed with them. She continued to moan, her hands on his head and running through his mane as he took one in his lips, suckling gently.
“Yes! Yes, Joe! Yes, like that, oh goddess!” she breathed out quickly, the flush of arousal spreading throughout her form. Her pink fur took on a light red tint to it, the areola of her breasts darkening as well in want. Joe kept on, undeterred, and tugged playfully with his teeth on one bud as he tweaked the other with his index finger and thumb, pulling and turning it. He swapped and gave the other untouched bud its fair due treatment, leaving Pinkie to squeal before she brought her hands down, brushing against his crotch that held a noticeable budge.
Joe immediately groaned into Pinkie’s cleavage when she touched his growing length tucked away in his pants, making him squeeze her breasts that much harder. He upped the ante again and brought them together in front of him before taking both of her nipples into his lips, suckling both and tugging carefully. The dual sensation made Pinkie’s tongue loll from her mouth as he made work of her sensitive areas. He finally popped off of them, letting her breasts jiggle about before they settled. “Oh, Joe…I love the way your tongue felt on me…” she remarked before undoing the fly to his pants. “But now I want to taste you…”
Joe watched through half-lidded, lustful eyes as Pinkie kneeled down in front of him, her breasts pressing up against his thigh as she tugged on his pants, pulling them down. His boxers stood tented before her, displaying the arousal she was causing. Gripping him through the cloth, he moaned and clutched at the counter for stability as she stroked him slowly. He was burning hot, even through the cloth, and Pinkie greedily smiled before tugging the boxers down free as well. She beamed at the treat she’d found, erect and throbbing on display before her. “Oh, Joe…you’re so mean to hide such a sweet treat from me like this…” she purred as she caressed it with her fingers.
“I-I was…saving the best for you?” the stallion offered as he looked down, watching her toy with his length in her hand.
“Mmm…you sure did…I’ve got a sweet tooth that needs its fix.” She remarked before flicking her tongue out, flattening it against the side of his length. She held it so it pointed straight upward as her tongue licked up and down, slowly memorizing and learning his taste. He was definitely above average, a decent length and a girth that her hand had trouble fitting around. The idea of him filling her with it only caused the burning embers in her nethers to grow in intensity, her hips wiggling as she made herself comfortable on her knees. Her tongue slipped and slid around him, coating his throbbing member in her saliva before she reached the tip.
She looked up at the stallion who was watching with rapt attention; his eyes alight with desire and affection as he watched her. It was that attention Pinkie craved; it was the final balm to the fears in her heart. She’d found a stallion who wanted her, who desired her, who found her appealing in every way. As she slurped her tongue around his tip, she watched him as he trembled from her efforts. Knowing it was her having this effect on him pushed her onwards, and she quickly slipped the tip into her mouth, lips sealing tight as she held the first few inches there, tongue pressed flat against the head as she moaned. He tasted hot and delicious all at once, making her savor his maleness all the more.
For Joe, his mind was on cloud 9 at the moment. The wet and slippery embrace that was Pinkie’s tongue and mouth was a comfort he’d not felt in ages. His knuckles turned white as she continued to slurp and suck, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled him in deeper, the tip brushing the back of her mouth. “P-Pinkie…” he groaned out before bringing one of his hands down to brush her head, the strands of her cotton-candy pink mane hiding his fingers as he encouraged her. His sounds pushed Pinkie on, giving her a perverse courage as she slowly trailed back to the tip, licking her tongue around the head gently before coming off for a moment. Strings of saliva connected her to it as she spoke.
“If you thought that was good, wait till you see what I can really do!” she declared before taking him back in, slowly sliding down till she reached the position she held before. Looking up at him again, she managed to give him a smile before pushing on deeper, Joe taking in a deep breath as she pressed onward until she was near the base. His swollen tip was leaking pre-cum into her waiting throat, her tongue writhing all along his length. With a final gulp, Pinkie closed her eyes and fully engulfed his length in her maw, her nose brushing the hairs of his crotch. She inhaled, getting a whiff of the strong musk that was Joe’s masculinity, and found herself shivering in want. His pole throbbed down her throat, and she swallowed again, bringing a fresh wave of pleasure for the stallion.
“Pi-iin…ohgoddess…pink…pinkie…” Joe struggled to let out as the mare sat there, deep-throating his member and licking away like it was her personal lollipop. Both of his hands were entangled in her mane now, squeezing her head gently as she started to bob her head. Her eyes opened again, and Joe found himself looking into blue orbs that expressed nothing but honest affection as she slurped and sucked him off. Her hands rested on his thighs, helping him keep steady as she continuously cleared the whole of his length with each stroke, pleasuring him with tongue and lips across every inch.
Pinkie’s arousal was reaching near critical, her marehood dripping onto her panties. She was sure by this time that if Joe had bothered to undo her pants, the seat of them would be soaked as well. Her eyes drifted down and saw his balls swinging gently from her position, and decided to end Joe’s torture. Hilting him into her mouth, she inhaled through her nose slowly before sliding her tongue out through the tight seal of her lips, her pink muscle managing to wrap around one of his balls and slowly rub it, giving a low hum of a moan all the while.
It was enough to push Joe over the edge he’d been desperately holding off from reaching. Gripping her head tighter, he held her in place as the dam walls broke, a surge of cum rocketing out of his shaft and into her waiting throat. Pinkie could tell it was thick, and continued to hum in want as more and more poured into her belly, the heat of his seed making her tremble. The flow finally stopped after a few pumps, and she slowly withdrew from him. Not a single drop was spilled, something she took pride in as she gave his tip a final swipe before releasing him, the now half-stiff member dangling by his thigh. She licked her lips clean and swallowed before opening her mouth, displaying her success in taking him.
Joe swooped down and immediately captured Pinkie’s lips, uncaring for the salty sting that remained mixed with her own pleasant taste. To Tartarus with the rest of the world, he figured; this mare was his one and only. He pulled back finally, gasping for air. “Pinkie…you…you’re amazing.” He whispered, hands firmly locked around her waist as she rested her own hands on his chest.
“And you’re as sweet as I thought you’d be. Though a little salty too.” She giggled, making him grin as well. “But now you’ve got my honey pot cooking…” she trailed off, rubbing a finger against his chest. “Think you can help me…stir something up?”
Joe nodded. “I’m sure I can. But let’s move the pot somewhere better to mix. It could get a little messy, but that’s often the best part.” He took her by the hand and led her quickly to the back, where his washroom was. Pinkie giggled, a burst of excitement and anticipation filling her as she guessed where this would lead. Keeping close, the pair of them slipped into his bathroom, Joe locking the door behind him before he captured her lips again, the mare welcoming his advances as her hands reached up, grabbing for his head to deepen the kiss. Walking her back carefully, Joe broke off for air before reaching for the shower door, moving it aside and turning the switch to start a flow of warm water from the nozzle.
He took a step back and threw off his shirt, now being entirely naked. When the cloth barrier had been removed, he opened his eyes and saw that Pinkie had also shed the remainders of her clothing.
Goddess above, he was going to have a heart attack at the rate this girl…no, this woman, was arousing him.
Without the cover of clothing, he had full access to Pinkie’s form, and he found nothing but delight and want. Her thick thighs and hips foretold the strength she undoubtedly carried, her fur trimmed and clean. His hands were itching to run up and down those hips and thighs, to feel her quivering from his touch. Then came her nethers, her mound swollen and shining from arousal. He could see small patches of her fur around her marehood that were damp already, and he barely managed to tear his eyes from the sight to look into Pinkie’s waiting own. Her eyes spoke of a question of acceptance, of if she was still beautiful like this. Joe felt it appropriate to respond by taking her by the waist and kissing her gently, his tender touch easing any anxiety as he pulled her into the shower before closing the glass door behind her.
Inside, the hot water ran over them both, relaxing their muscles and adding to the sensual air between the two. Joe’s hands continued to run over Pinkie’s form, from her breasts to her back to her hips, trying to map out every inch of her and commit it to memory. Pinkie likewise let her fingertips trace out the edges of Joe’s belly and chest, tracking up to his back. Before long, Joe broke off the kiss and moved to sit her on the ledge inside the shower, a small sitting place for comfort for the partaker. Placed there, Pinkie’s cheeks flushed red as he kneeled in front of her, and began kissing a trail up her inner thigh, her toes curling in anticipation as she felt him draw closer.
There was an almost tangible feeling of heat emanating from her pussy that greeted the stallion, and he took a moment to inhale her scent. The mixture of her personal scent, the shower, and their sweat stirred a hunger in Joe, one that prompted him to bring his hand up and dance his fingers along the lining of her nethers, teasing at her lips and making Pinkie release a high-pitched mewl, her tail twitching under her and brushing Joe’s chin. “J-Joe! Touch me! Oh, touch me, Joe! I need to feel you!” she begged.
The request met Joe’s ears, but he delayed, bringing his finger forward and slipping it deep into her waiting cunny, the honeypot surrounding his prodding digit with her juices and the heat of lust. Joe felt his member pulse as he envisioned slamming himself into her, making him growl as he continued to thrust his finger in and out of her. Pinkie was panting by this point, Joe’s efforts bringing her pleasures that she’d never been able to achieve alone. Those lonely summer nights where she was accompanied by only her imagination were put aside by the man at her entrance, pleasuring her and driving her mind mad with want.
Hearing her cries of pleasure made Joe press closer, and he removed his finger slowly before bringing it to his lips. Licking it clean, he grinned sultrily at the taste. Pinkie’s eyes widened and her whole face turned cherry as Joe grabbed her by the thighs and spread her wide, exposing her pussy entirely to him. The feeling of that revealing pose along with his breath against her flesh made her quiver, and she broke into a gasp as he gave one long smooth lick from the bottom to the top of her lips, her lungs burning as she gasped.
“Again! Do it again!” she half-yelped, smiling dazedly as he did so. Her taste invigorated him, and his tongue dove in, penetrating her depths as a shaking, writhing mass of muscle that sought to conquer every part of her he could reach. Immediately, Pinkie’s legs clamped on his head, trapping him in place there, forcing him deeper into her. But Joe was undeterred; in fact, he pushed deeper, sinking as much of his tongue and pressing his face as deep as he could into her pussy. The heat and delicious feminine juices her marehood was leaking was his ambrosia, and the embrace of her thick thighs only made his member pulse harder. He was locked in the clutches of a full-grown, sexual, goddess of a mare, and if he were to die right now, he’d die happy.
He pursued on, his tongue circling and finding various hot spots that sent a shiver through Pinkie’s body, rewarding him with a yelp or scream begging for more. He was only happy to oblige her, and smirked internally as he began tracing the alphabet with his tongue, the walls of her pussy his board. Each line and mark made Pinkie’s hips jerk, her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the overwhelming treatment. Joe’s eyes opened and he felt triumphant at seeing her so pleased. He pressed on, corkscrewing his tongue and aiming to bring her to the same peak she’d brought him. By the time he’d reached the lower half of the alphabet; her hands were tugging and clutching at his head, her voice babbling incoherently in its pleas for more. He went for the kill and brought his lips up, finding the nub of her clit that had thus far been untouched.
Pinkie’s eyes shot open wide as she felt his hot breath on her sensitive nub. Her feet twitched and her toes curled as she whimpered, the gathering pool within her boiling for release. “Joe!” she whispered desperately. “Please…”
He flicked his tongue just barely against the nub, sending a shot of electricity through her form. “Please, what?” he asked.
Before she could reply, he clasped onto her clit and sucked on it, pressing his tongue against it and wriggling lightly. “Let meeeee CUUUUUUM!” she grew to exclaim as her orgasm slammed into her. Like a waterfall, her marehood splashed her femcum out onto Joe’s chin and lips, continuing to squirt with every pleasurable second that blasted through Pinkie’s mind. Her lower half trembled as her senses were scrambled, and it was a minute or two before up and down were put in their proper places once more.
Joe sat up and looked down at the mare spread eagle under him. Pinkie’s eyes were half-lidded, her mouth stretched into a grin as her flushed face peered up at him. Her mane, somehow still retaining some of its curly nature, remained down and framed her face, adding to her beauty in Joe’s eyes. Her hands, now unable to grasp for him, took to groping her chest if only to elongate the after-effects of the climax. “Joe…oh, Joe, I need more…I need you. I need you inside me, Joe.” She whispered finally, bringing a hand down to spread her pink marehood wide, the inviting lips glistening from the shower water and her own juices. Joe’s cock pulsed in want, and he leaned down towards her, pulling her to stand up with him. Her legs were shaky post-climax, but Pinkie regained her strength and leaned against Joe. Her breasts rubbed against his bare chest as he moved her, propping her against the wall gently before shifting beside her.
“J-Joe?” she questioned, but the amber stallion only smiled and kissed her neck, making her coo softly before feeling his hand reach around to her thigh and begin to raise it. Pinkie moaned as she stretched, her marehood parting from the exertion before she moaned again, sensing his member grinding against her opening. “Oh, Joe…make me yours. Take me, mate me, Joe!” she ground her rear against Joe’s groin, making him bite his lip as the soft, voluptuous rear rubbed against him. His free hand swung around and cupped her breast, giving him a little balance as he maneuvered his length’s tip to press against her flower. He paused, giving them both a moment to breathe underneath the spray of hot water from above, before he gave a push, his length entering her with a wet, slick sound. It was followed by a gasp from them both as they became one.
Joe forgot Cloud 9 in that instance and decided Cloud 10 would have to be designated as Pinkie’s marehood, the tight and sweltering heat of it sticking to every inch of him that slid into her. The orgasm he’d given her before provided plenty of lubrication, yet she remained tight and snug as he speared her, spreading her innermost depths more than they had in some time. For Pinkie, it was a feeling of euphoria that overtook her. Her head was thrown back, water cascading in rivers down her neck and breasts as he filled her up. The pain of having such a thickness within her was lost to the pleasure of him making her whole. His hand on her breast massaged and kneaded her plentiful flesh, and when he hilted within her, she continued to grind her bouncing rear into his lap, adding friction to their joining that made them both moan.
Joe began to withdraw slowly, his member making her pussy cling and seem to beg for him to remain within, before he paused halfway out and then slammed back in. Pinkie screamed her approval as he kept her upright, her single foot on the ground slightly shaky but keeping firm as he started to pound into her. The unique position allowed her to feel every move he made, her juices trickling down his length and onto his balls as well as her thighs. She was a sopping mess under him, and she loved it.
His steady rhythm of lovemaking let them both relish each other’s bodies, and add little additions to bring each other pleasure. Joe would occasionally grope her breast and tweak her nipple, the sensitive bud making her squeal in delight; other times, he’d kiss and suckle at her exposed neck, causing her to moan in his ear of her approval of her actions. In return, Pinkie would squeeze her body and make it tighter when he would thrust in, giving him additional friction to enjoy as he thrust away. The persistent pounding he gave to her marehood was driving her crazy, and she soon felt a familiar swell within her stomach. Joe’s rhythm remained firm, and she realized he was going to keep going on past her finish. She thought to try and vocalize this thought, but lost it when Joe’s hand on her thigh slipped down and fiddled with her clit, his fingertips rubbing and prodding it quickly. The added effect pushed her over the edge, and with a cry of his name, slammed into another orgasm. Joe pushed on, his rapid humping aiding her in extending her climax, before he felt a familiar throbbing.
“Shit, I can’t hold it…P-Pinkie!” he declared, thrusting a few more times before his cock could take no more. Spraying with pulses that left Joe’s mind nearly broken, the stallion’s cum flooded into Pinkie’s nethers, her walls being smeared white by his seed. He groaned and kept himself hilted within her, only withdrawing when he was certain she’d milked him of every drop. Feeling both of their bodies tremble, Joe moved quick and sat down, bringing Pinkie into his lap. Her mane brushed his chin as she sat in his lap, the pair of them panting for air as they came down from their euphoria. Pinkie was the first to speak, her voice laced with joy.
“That was…so amazing…Joe. I…I’ve never felt so happy!” she declared, giving him a loose kiss to his chin.
The stallion grinned and returned the kiss to her forehead. “You’re just so beautiful to me, Pinkie…I can’t stop wanting to make love to you.” He whispered, nuzzling into her mane before he found her ear and nibbled on it. Pinkie gave a soft whimper and grinded her rear against his lap, only to blink when she felt something poke her rear. Looking down in disbelief, she saw his length already protruding out once more. At her stare, he blushed bashfully. “U-um…did I ever mention that I…really, really, really love your plot?”
At this, Pinkie grinned mischievously and exaggerated her grinding, trapping his member within the valley of her butt cheeks as he moaned from the feeling. “Is that so, huh? I think you need to live up to your name, then, Joe.” She giggled as her cheeks flushed from the idea that came to her mind.
For Joe’s behalf, his mind was rather slow in post-orgasmic bliss. But from what he could tell, Pinkie had something in mind for them both. “I…don’t follow, Pinkie.” He said finally.
The pink mare giggled and stood up slowly, making Joe stare before she bent over, causing her rear to fill Joe’s vision. “I want you to cream my donut, Joe.” She said breathily, her tail brushing his cheek before it tugged him to look at her puffy star just beneath the base of her tail. It took Joe all of 2 seconds of staring before he comprehended Pinkie’s idea, and his member throbbed in agreement, becoming steel-hard on the spot. “Looks like you figured it out. Just let me handle this part, Joe. I promise, you’ll love it.” She said, and Joe leaned back, letting her take control.
With his acceptance, Pinkie turned her head to face forward and used her tail to help guide his tip to aim at her star. At first, it seemed unlikely to fit, from the contrast in size. But Pinkie would not be denied her pleasure and Joe’s desire. She kept on, relaxing her muscles and continuing to let Joe’s member prod at her rear entrance. Finally, a breach was made as the tip slowly entered, causing Joe to hiss in pleasure as Pinkie grinned in half success, half eager desire. With the tip entering, she rose up and carefully angled him before sinking down inch by inch, letting out a whimper with each movement that grew in pitch as he sunk into her depths. The unexpected entry met resistance at first, but the aid of her femcum from before along with the shower water aided them both, and she soon found herself resting in his lap once more, only now with a stiff and hot thick rod of meat within her ass.
Joe’s mind was gone by this point. All he knew in that instance was that he had Pinkie’s rear in his lap, and every inch of his length was buried within it. In that instance, he admitted to himself that he had formed a fetish for it. It was enormous, but not so that it seemed deformed or out of shape. There was a curve to it, a supple pleasant form to it that caused him to bring his hands down and squeeze it, causing her to moan lowly as he did so. Going off that response, he began to knead and massage her flesh, the cheeks letting his fingers sink into them as she grinded against him.
Pinkie smiled, finding the worshipping of her ass to be perhaps one of the best silent compliments he could give her. Deciding she was ready to move along, she slowly rose up, her inner anal walls moving in response before she sank back down. Joe moaned deeply, and thrust up to meet her, causing his cock to sink further into her depths. The sensation made her face flush, and she could feel her pussy already starting to drip with arousal. She kept on riding, the wet slapping of flesh on Joe’s lap mixing with the sounds of their moans and sighs. Joe leaned forward and buried his face into her mane, one hand finding her pussy to play with it as Pinkie brought her hands up to grope her breasts. Both of them knew this would be the final round for them both, and sought to make it worthwhile. Pinkie’s ass continued to rise and fall, with Joe’s cock sheathing itself into her deepest reaches.
It became a race between the two to see who would climax first, and Pinkie felt herself being the one to reach it first. Joe had taken to pushing two fingers into her marehood in time with his length buried in her ass to act as a second penetration, adding to her pleasure and heightening it beyond what she had predicted. She’d given up on speech long ago, closing her eyes and surrendering to the sensations. “Joe. Joe. I’m going to cum, Joe. Joe, I’m going to cum!” she started to chant, riding harder and slamming her ass into his lap, causing him to groan and thrust faster in both ends.
“Cum for me then, baby. Give me all you’ve got.” Joe whispered huskily into her ear as he pushed a third finger into her worn nethers, the sopping mess within coating it quickly and letting him push without worry of restraint.
“Oh. Oh! OH! JOE! JOE, IT’S HERE!” she screamed before her final climax tackled her mind and threw logic over its shoulder. Her femcum splashed out around his fingers, quickly covering his hand in her sticky climax as she writhed atop him. Seeing her and hearing her react so strongly destroyed what little resistance Joe had left to his own climax, and he thrust a few more times to add to her pleasure before he could hold out no longer. With a bellow, he fired off his salvo, the remaining pools of seed he had within him emptying into her bountiful ass before he collapsed against the wall, remembering at the last moment to grab for Pinkie and keep her steady against him as they lay there, awash in their final orgasms.
Panting for air, Pinkie nuzzled her head into Joe’s neck, his warmth radiating to her as she lay there, drained of her seemingly boundless energy. The shower’s heat had become lukewarm by this time, no doubt lost over the time of their lovemaking. For Joe’s behalf, he cared not. All he knew in that instance was that he held a true treasure in his arms, one he wasn’t going to let go of and make happy for all the rest of his days that he could.