Pinkie hurled herself at Wispy and hugged him tightly. "No! You can't do that!"
Wispy jumped with surprise, but nodded. "Why can't I do that?"
Pinkie slid around to his front. "You just can't! She'd never understand. She'll think I'm totally evil, or crazy, or both maybe, and we'd stop being friends and that would be awful! Please! Please please please please!"
Wispy felt his resolve melt under each please she stated, until he was sitting there placidly. Telling Twilight didn't seem so important anymore. "I guess we don't have to... Are you alright though, Pinkie? That wasn't like you."
Pinkie smiled brightly. "Nopony got hurt, right?"
Wispy nodded. "You didn't hurt me, Pinkie, but you might have hurt the relationships I'm in, and the ones you're in. Like you just said, people are going to think poorly, at best. Now, I don--"
Pinkie put a hoof against his mouth. "I know! I know I know! I shouldn't have done it. It was a mistake. I'll never do it again." She licked over her lips. "Unless you want to."
The offer to feel the oddly perfect caress of Pinkie's body... Her tight, perfect, little snatch, her deft tongue. Even the way she moaned was like the songs of angels. He became hard thinking about it and squirmed in place. Wait... When was Pinkie quite this attractive? What was going on? He rose up to his hooves, shaft swaying beneath him as he tried to turn away from her and to the door. "I really should go."
"Looking like that?" Pinkie reached out and ran a hoof along his exposed member, making him shiver with renewed delight. "You look like you need a little help, or am I wrong?"
Wispy let out a little wicker. He wanted her. He also wanted to be a good husband. "Pinkie, something's not right. Please don't try to stop me, if we're really friends." That got Pinkie to back off, and he walked past her with a swaying of his tail and a smile on his face. She was a good pony. Of course she was a good pony. All she wanted was to make other ponies smile. Arriving at Pinkie's bedroom door he turned to her. "Pinkie, I don't hold this against you. I want us to still be friends."
Pinkie hurried up and hugged him. She smelt of sugary paradise. He sniffed at her mane gently and shuddered. Why was every piece of her so... perfect. She walked away with her own tail swaying and he suddenly arched his back, spraying wildly into the air in several ribbons of seed, loosed without contact with anypony at all. He grunted and sighed as the climax washed past him, leaving him dazed and confused. Had he really just cum from watching Pinkie's back end?
Pinkie looked over her shoulder at the mess he had just made, sticky and spread before him. "Wispy! Look at what you did." She put her hooves at her perfectly round hips. "You're going to fix that, I hope."
Wispy nodded through the fog in his mind and rushed to find a towel and returned with it in his mouth. "Sorry about that. That's never happened before." Pinkie came up and reached to take the towel from his mouth with her mouth, and their lips met, and nothing else mattered. They began to kiss, gently at first, but it quickly intensified as Pinkie pressed forward and knocked Wispy to the ground beneath her, where they exchanged saliva without pause. Their tongues danced, exploring one another's snouts as they gazed into one another's eyes. Those wonderful, blue, soulful eyes that begged to be loved.
Wait, wasn't he about to do something? "Where was I?"
Pinkie rubbed his belly, making his legs twitch as she hit all the sensitive points. "I think you wanted me to give you another chance."
Another chance? Oh fuck yes. Another chance. He rolled up to his hooves with a grin and circled her. He inhaled her scent, detecting the musks that hid beneath the sweetness. She was a mare, in her prime. He was a stud, it was only natural. He nipped at her tail gently, making her jump and squeak. Oh wait... "I'm married. We shouldn't."
Pinkie grunted and sat down, looking frustrated. "Who, exactly, are you married to? You still haven't said. 'Cause if this is like, married to your job, that doesn't count."
Wispy frowned. "Night Watch is first wife." That much he remembered clearly. "Fast Change came next."
Pinkie tilted her head. "Those are Twilight's wives names. They can't be your wife too!" She put her hooves on Wispy's shoulder. "No lying!"
Wispy felt crushed at the stern way Pinkie addressed him, as if he had become less worthy as a person for earning her wrath. "I'm sorry..."
Pinkie gently pet over his mane. "Aw, it'll be OK, but you have to tell the truth."
But it was the truth... But it wasn't the truth she wanted to hear, and he didn't want her anger again. "Can't we talk to them?"
Pinkie shook her head. "They're both good friends with Twilight. If we tell them what happened, they'll tell Twilight, and then I won't be friends with Twilight. You don't want that, do you?" Wispy shook his head. "Right! So no telling them, or anypony else! Got that? Shh."
Wispy made a zipper motion over his snout and tossed away the key. "As you command."
Pinkie nuzzled his cheek. "I knew I could rely on you. Now go ahead, admit it. You don't have a wife, you were just scared. It's OK, we all get scared a little. You shouldn't be embarrassed, but we're past that now."
"I was.. scared." He didn't believe it, but he couldn't muster the will to fight Pinkie's suggestion. He felt certain he wouldn't tell anyone about what they had done, or that he was married. "What should I do now, Pinkie?"
Pinkie kissed his nose softly. "Come with me, we're going to get some treats ready and throw open the doors!"
He followed her down the stairs, admiring the way her body moved. Her lines, her physique... He wanted to jump on her, but she said they had a job, so he put his frustration there instead. They baked cookies and pastries and all sorts of things. He learned how to use his hooves and mouth a little better by the end of it, and they were both proud of their culinary teamwork. She flipped the sign back to open and opened the door for a rush of ponies eager to get afternoon snacks.
Mayor Mare sat at the bar, sipping some coffee while enjoying a baked treat. "Pinkie, who is your new assistant?"
Pinkie threw a leg over his shoulder and pulled him close. "This is Wispy Night. He's new in town and I thought I'd greet him personally."
"By giving him a job on the first day?" She nibbled on her treat. "If he made half of these, they're going over well."
Wispy had never been a huge cook, but he had cooked all through his life. Basic things, enough to not mess it up. He was glad it was liked and he smiled at the mayor.
"That reminds me, if you see Prince Silver Stars, Princess Twilight Sparkle is looking for him."
"Rightyo!"
Wispy twitched. Silver Stars, right. Wispy's just a psuedonym. How did he forget that? "I should go now..."
Pinkie drew him back. "Wouldn't you rather have a little sleepover?"
Sleep-- Yes! Yes he would really like that. His head bobbed quickly up and down.
Mayor Mare blocked her snout with a hoof. "Oh my, you certainly have caught the interest of this strapping young colt." She slid to her hooves. "I should get moving. Good day, Pinkie Pie."
"Bye!" Pinkie waved at the Mayor until she was gone, then turned to Wispy. "The Cakes will be back soon, then we can have a little private party all to ourselves."
That sounded so good, and yet... "I'd like to meet your friends, Pinkie, so that we can all be friends."
Pinkie smiled brightly. "Aw, that's sweet! I'll see if I can't get Rarity or AJ to stop by. Rainbow's gonna be busy bringing in a rainstorm in the evening, and Fluttershy, well, she's kind of shy. Nice girl though." He opened his mouth to consider Twilight and Pinkie glared it out of him without any words shared.
"Hey Pinkie." Fast Change sat down at the bar. Her eyes slid over to Wispy and she tilted her head. "Is... Silver?"
Wispy smiled brightly. Perhaps he could be saved from this manipulative malady. "Fast Change!" And all the other words died. He couldn't upset Pinkie.
Pinkie threw a leg over Wispy. "This is Wispy Night. We just met this afternoon."
Fast Change sniffed at them gently and Wispy flushed. Oh god, she had to know what they smelled like. She raised a brow lightly. "Is that so?"
Pinkie nodded quickly. "Poor guy's new in town, so I've been showing him the ropes."
"And the sheets?" asked Fast Change with a grin, getting a confused look from Pinkie. "Oh, nevermind... You have fun with him. Just remind him that it works both ways." No! She thought he was cheating. No help was coming. He tried to call out to her, but did little more than squirm in place. "Have fun!" She slid to her hooves and trotted out of the store with a lewd grin on her face, abandoning Wispy/Silver to their fate.
Pinkie watched her go, then smiled at Wispy. "See, she's fine, and she didn't even know you. Silly stallion, making up wild tales. Pinkie's gonna have to teach you a lesson later about fibbing. It's not nice." She waved a hoof at Wispy and he felt crushed for her admonition. "Aw, don't look like that. We're still friends, silly billy." She kissed him on the bridge of the nose, and got back to work. He returned to his duties as he tried to think through what happened. Somehow, he had become Pinkie's little pet. If he didn't think of a way out, Pinkie would use him whenever the itch was too much, or she was bored.
Was that so bad? Yes! He worked too hard to get to that point, to just throw it all away just to be with Pinkie Pie. Even if she is... perfect, and lovely, and so much fun, and a great lay, and... Thinking about it got him painfully stiff and Pinkie pointed upstairs. "Go wait for me in my room. We can't have you 'waving' to the customers like that. It's not polite." He slunk off to wait for her, his mind a tumultuous mess, half considering the various ways he's make hot and passionate love to her, and the other trying to figure out a way to escape from it and return to his wives.