Pinke came bouncing up the stairs in an energetic pronking. "The Cakes are back! I'm off-duty!" she called out with joy as she approached her room, where she expected her newest friend to be waiting. She paused just as she reached the door and thought about him. She barely knew much about the stallion, but just imagining him made her feel tingly in all the right places. Was it love at first sight? But what about that odd feeling? What was his relationship to the humans she left behind?
She banished these troubling thoughts from her mind and pushed open the door to find Wispy staring out a window, looking frustrated. "Aw, are you that bored up here?"
He turned quickly to her, and began to smile. It was at least partially genuine. He seemed really happy to see her, but something was bothering her. "Hello, Pinkie. Could we talk?"
"Of course we can talk." Pinkie bounced over to his side and sat down beside him with a thump. "What's in that pretty little blue head of yours?" She ran a hoof through the soft silvery mane he had, sighing a little as she felt overwhelmed in a wave of attraction.
Wispy sighed with her, staring into her eyes and being drawn towards her with equal intensity. "I... Pinkie, I'm serious. Please let me go."
Pinkie looked confused. "Let you go? You're not a prisoner, Wispy. I thought you wanted to stay with me."
Wispy looked to the door behind her, then at Pinkie's confused face, and his heart began to melt. He wanted to hug her tight until the confusion was gone and to comfort her. He wanted to stay, to love fiercely forever. He... He wanted his family! "Pinkie, please... This is very hard..."
She leaned in and licked his face, right under an eye. "Why are you crying?"
The lick felt wonderful, and he sagged silently. She frowned. "Why are you crying? Wispy, talk to me."
"M-My name is Silver Stars," he said, feeling empowered to speak by her direct command. "I want to go home to Twilight. I want to go home to Nig--" he trailed off, seeing Pinkie's expression between that of anger and confusion. He had hurt her, and it felt soul-crushing. "I'm sorry!"
Pinkie put a hoof on his chest and shoved him over onto his back with a thump before she climbed up on top of him. "You might have the silvery mane but the rest of you is all wrong for Silver Stars. Where's your horn, or big scary bat wings, or sharp teeth? Why, I bet you don't even have the right cutie mark." She swatted off his saddlebags, then recoiled. "H-how!?" Her eyes were focused on that cutie mark, the intense scribbles of magic that belonged to Silver Stars and no other. "Is this a prank? I'm getting the soap and if you're playing with me..." She dashed off and returned in almost an instant with a big bar of soap and a rag and began scrubbing at Silver's flanks.
At first is almost felt good. Having her hooves on his flanks was a nice thing, until she kept pressing harder and harder, trying to get the cutie mark out, but it refused to go, and it began to hurt. "P-pinkie, please, it... It hurts, Pinkie, please..."
Pinkie threw the rag and soap aside and crashed to the ground. "How?!" When Wispy/Silver didn't respond right away, she sighed. "Talk. Talk to me. No more secrets!"
Wispy felt a weight being lifted from him and he leaned forward to nuzzle Pinkie. "Thank you. I mean it, I'm Silver Stars, please don't be angry or sad."
"How can I not be upset?!" She started pacing in place. "Twilight is going to find out. She's going to write me off as a friend forever. You probably hate me! Everything's falling apart!" Her mane swelled to twice its normal size before it deflated. She sagged to the ground, defeated. "I didn't mean to..."
Wispy considered if he hated Pinkie, but he couldn't be sure how much of his feelings were generated or not. It didn't seem to be something she was actively controlling. "Pinkie, my opinion hasn't changed. Let's go to Twilight, together, and ask for her help. She won't be angry if we go to her and admit we have a problem."
Pinkie poked him on the snout lightly. "And you? Do you hate me now?"
Wispy nuzzled the hoof on his snout. "Right now? I want to hop on you and show you how much I love you in a very unseemly and messy way."
She colored and snorted. "But... wait. Are you being forced to do that? Did you ever... think I was pretty?"
Wispy approached his flat-maned goddess and kissed her on the lips. When she began to push into it, he doubled the intensity and pushed her back. Soon he was on top of her, with a heavy shaft swaying beneath him. He couldn't stand to see her being so destroyed. "Promise me we'll go and ask Twilight for help, and I promise to not be angry with you." He felt nothing but awe and reverence for the divine figure under him, but with the influence removed, that could change. Mmm, just looking down at her figure made him all the harder. He wanted her, badly. Even her flat mane somehow fell around her shoulders just right. She was a seductress, and he was thoroughly seduced.
She let out a slow sigh. "Yeah... I... I can't hurt Twilight like this." She wrapped her hooves around him. "We shouldn't. I'm not part of her herd. I know better now."
What? He couldn't have her? His pole gave a painful throb as he grunted. He wanted her. He wanted all of her. "P-Pinkie, tell me not to do it."
Pinkie perked her ears with confusion. "Not do what?"
He directed the flared head of his stallionhood to her already wet lips and gently pushed it into her. They fit together so well! He felt like he was falling into her, her passage wrapping snugly around him, gripping like a finely-crafted glove. He stopped caring about anything but breeding Pinkie. They were dancing together in the primordial dance, created before all others. He pushed with her, and pulled in smooth pistoning that allowed his ridges and hers to play off one another, sending sharp spikes of pleasure through them both. He plunged past his medial ring with every motion, his heavy balls slapping against her perfectly plump rump.
Pinkie was lost in the ride about as well as Wispy was, and after an initial moment of surprise, was bucking against him with equal zeal. Her mane puffed back up to its usual buoyancy with her frustrations forgotten. There was no room for worry, fear, or doubt in either of them, one each other, and their energetic coupling. He came, gushing out into her in thick rivers of sticky horse seed. He felt the urge to hold himself as deeply into her as possible, relishing in her little moans and cries, but the moment the trembling stopped, he got right to pumping her again, rutting despite his recent climax as he tried for a second.
Pinkie proved to be the one more coherent. After he held himself to her, she whimpered and moaned, but some sense creeped back in. As he drew back and thrust anew, beginning round two, Pinkie curled up and whispered in his ear. "You can stop now." He could, but he didn't want to, so he didn't. She twitched as another climax ripped through her sensitive form. Coupling with Wispy was beyond anything she had felt before. "Wispy! Stop!"
The outright command stopped Wispy dead in his tracks, mid-thrust. He stood there, over her, only half inserted. His medial ring pulsed just outside of her pouting nethers and he panted for air and with frustration. "You don't want to finish?"
Pinkie flopped back with her own panting. "We are finished... Lay down."
Wispy came down on top of her, plunging deep and shoving that fat ring back into her. He laid belly-to-belly with her and nuzzled her cheek. Just being inside of her, without thrusting, felt heavenly, as if he might eventually cum if he waited long enough.
Pinkie trembled with the sensation of being filled so perfectly, and the feeling of her own climax continuing to mount despite the lack of motion. Why was their every move so good! "Y-you're right. We need help."
Wispy smiled at that, a genuine smile. "Thank you, Pinkie." His relief was enough to tip him over the edge, and he began filling Pinkie with a second load of his virile horse seed, trembling with delight as he snorted like the wild stallion he was.
Pinkie blushed intensely. "Twilight's never gonna forgive me if you put a foal in there..." And yet, the idea of it, the basic concept of it... She wanted this stallion, in every way, which included cute little foals, and that made her feel guilty for even feeling it. Conflicting desires to be impregnated and to not be warred within her as she hugged him close.
Wispy vaguely remembered the sucking feeling that signaled a receptive female taking the male energy, but the coupling with Pinkie had been so intense that he wouldn't have known if he did feel that in the middle of it all. Why was Pinkie a better lay than even Celestia? They both knew they should go as quickly as possible, but they just laid there, together. They were so tired and confused, they faded to sleep in one another's grasp.
Pinkie gently nudged Wispy. "Wake up. We really should get cleaned up."
Wispy woke up and sat up, just to discover he was laying in a growing puddle of seed. Had he fired into her again? They were both a mess, but he felt satisfied, deeply satisfied. He felt like he had to hug and care for Pinkie, but no longer felt the urge to rut... Oh no.
"P-Pinkie, don't panic, OK?"
Pinkie sat up with Wispy no longer pinning her down. "What am I not panicking about?"
"I don't feel the need to ride you anymore."
"Huh?" She tilted her head at him with confusion.
Wispy pointed at Pinkie. "I finished breeding you."
"Oh." She nodded placidly before it finished processing and she went rigid. "Oh... Oh no!"
Wispy hugged her, practically tackling her. "I said don't panic!" Pinkie whimpered but nodded. "We will go to Twilight, and explain everything and leave not one detail out. She is your friend, and my wife, and we both have to trust her to handle this right."
Pinkie shrank a little. "She's going to hate me..."
"She's not going to hate you." He nipped at one of her ears. "Not if you go to her. Come on, let's go."
Pinkie snorted and even giggled. "Not quite that fast. To the bath with you!" She pointed at the bath. "You first, alone. I can't trust sharing a tub with you." Despite her words, both ended up in the tub, scrubbing one another. For just a little time, both were happy and content, and nothing inappropriate occurred beyond the two getting nice and clean at one another's hooves.