“What was that about your mother?” asked Fluttershy. Trey cleared his throat and began.

“Well...Backdraft and I were raised in an orphanage back around Canterlot. We never really met our mother.”

“I didn’t know you were raised in an orphanage...” she started.

“Well, let me start from the beginning...” he started.

***

“Then... exactly where are we going?” Backdraft asked, his wings rising ever so slightly. ‘She’s going to kill me, isn’t she.’ Backdraft thought to himself. ‘I should have known she was crazy.’

“So, did you like the party?” asked Pinkie, rather inquisitively.

“Yes. It was fun! I wish there was a bit more drinking though.”

“Was the punch not good enough?”

“Oh, no, it was fine. I just meant alcohol.”

“Oh! I always keep a spare in here.” said Pinkie, opening up a secret hatch, producing a large bottle of vodka.

“Ah. Vodka. Good for soul.” Backdraft said in an accent.

Pinkie didn’t say anything and tossed him a glass, much larger than a shot. “Drink up, Drafty. Drink up.”

Backdraft tossed his head back and drank the whole glass down in one go.

***

“So...basically, Backdraft and I grew up in a small orphanage located in Canterlot. I have always been very pacifistic, and because of my unique nature, I was constantly teased. One day, Backdraft arrived in the orphanage. There wasn’t much said about him, but he and I quickly became good friends. He would protect me from bullies and I would educate him on how to read and such. It was a good trade-off. A few years down the road, we found out we were blood-brothers after the proprietor went through our records. We begged to find out who our mother was, but we never found out. By then, we were getting close to the point where we were about to be kicked out of the orphanage. Age limits and all...”

***

Pinkie and Backdraft were trying to stifle their drunken giggles.

“So you and Rainbow actually...” Pinkie started.

“Well...yes. I fucked her BRAINS out...” he said, hiccuping. Pinkie laughed as hard as she could and pointed at him again.

“I don’t believe that...” she stammered.

“Well, she never had much brains to begin with.” Backdraft said, laughing.

“Well...HIC...I don’t think you look like a good lover. You don’t even look like you know what you’d be doing.”

“That’s HIC a lie. I know exactly what I’m doing!!!”

“Prove it.” said Pinkie, hiccuping.

***

“We both reached the age where we couldn’t be supported by the orphanage. We were nearing adulthood and...well...yeah. I was the oldest, so I had to go first. One day, Celestia actually visited the orphanage. Apparently she does that and picks one every year to take in and care for. She chose me. Apparently she’d heard a lot from the orphanage owner about my musical interest. She decided to pick me for it, I guess. So I got sent to college in Canterlot, supported by Celestia, while Backdraft stayed there for another 2 years or so. Eventually, he decided to go with the military. The Royal Equestrian Army. And yeah...that’s basically it. He and I stayed in contact throughout the years. He went to Coltistan to fight some conflict. He was there for two years before he got shot, and that’s when he had to come here, to our big, happy family.”

“Well he seems like a nice colt.”

“He is. The military gave him a bit of a shell though. So if he acts tough, don’t believe it. Besides, you’re the only one that matters.” he said, nudging her. She smiled at him.

“Let’s go inside.” she said, smiling. “I want some time with you before he gets home.”

***

“Pinkie... you’re drunk.” Backdraft stated. “And I just met you, it’s a bit soon for that, don’t you think?”

“No, silly! You’re drunk too! Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol!!!”

“I may be drunk, but I’m not going to make love with somepony I just met.”

“It’s not making love if you just met them. Let’s have sex!” said Pinkie, attempting to wink at him.

“You’re a real tease, you know that?” Backdraft said smirking.

“Who’s teasing?” said Pinkie, shortly before throwing herself upon him, kissing him violently.

“Pinkie, seriously, I’m not going fuck you! Not yet, anyways.” he said with a smirk.

“It’s later!!!” she said, kissing his neck. She hoped he’d eventually give up...she found him attractive the minute she saw him. Judging by his wingboners, she guessed he felt the same.

“It’s just too soon, Pinkie. However... it’s not too soon for kissing...”

“I’ve always wanted to do it in the air...let’s join the mile high club!!!” she said, voraciously thrusting herself upon him again.

“Another time... don’t make me fly away.” Backdraft warned.

“You can’t fly with wingboners! Trust me, Rainbow Dash has to trot all the time!!!”

“Pinkie, you’re a sweet mare, really, and I’m flattered. But it’s just too soon for me... okay? Just give me a while, and I will rock your world.”

Pinkie sighed, defeated, before pulling a lever, producing a hole underneath her to which she fell from. Backdraft’s eyes opened wide as he looked down the hole in terror, seeing a small, pink parachute below him.

“That’s...random.”

“Missile lock.” A voice said from inside the balloon.

“Oh that is such bullshit...” Backdraft said as he jumped out of the balloon, before a missile collided with the balloon, destroying it in a massive inferno. Backdraft soon realized Pinkie was right... you can’t fly with these things. As Backdraft drew closer to the ground, away from the Hindenburg, he started thinking of nasty images to try and rid himself of stiff wings.

“GOATSE! TUB FILLY! MARY FATURE ON A COLD DAY! GRANNY SMITH IN HEAT!!!” But it wasn’t working. “Fuck my life...” Backdraft whispered as he drew even closer to the ground. When suddenly, soft pillows that smelled like...cotton candy. Backdraft opened his eyes to see Pinkie hovering above him as he suddenly realized he landed in a giant vat of...well...cotton candy.

“You owe me.” said Pinkie.

“...fine.” said Backdraft, as Pinkie took off her parachute and landed right on top of him.

“Shouldn’t we go somewhere a little more...private?”

“We’re in a random field! Nopony’s around for miles!”

“Alrighty then. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Pinkie smiled and started kissing him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Backdraft tried to seem uninterested as the familiar muscle tension in his wing area increased. He couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it any longer. He put his front hooves around Pinkie’s neck and gently put her on the ground, getting on top of her. He slid his tongue in her mouth, swishing it around. She tasted vaguely like sugar...and cupcakes...Backdraft shook that thought off as he continued.

Pinkie admired his sense of authority and allowed herself to be captivated by his lead. She spread her legs a little and put one hoof between them as she started to rub herself. Backdraft felt his dick get hard as his wings could no longer tense up. He took a free hoof and brought it down to Pinkie’s legs, where he felt her hoof there. He gently pushed it out of the way, rubbing her soaked pussy. He heard her moan a bit, the vocal vibrations ringing against his tongue. Suddenly, a warm sensation hit one side of his dick as he realized it was poking her leg. He felt her laugh a bit as she brought her other hoof to touch it.

Backdraft hadn’t felt this sensation in years. He hadn’t fucked anypony since Rainbow Dash, and...well...he missed it. Her warm hoof brought a very small, intense feeling of pleasure to him, as he could suddenly feel it throb. She clutched it and started rubbing it up and down, causing him to nearly convulse in pleasure. In response, he started rubbing her faster, with more intensity, feeling her drip down her legs to the ground below. He didn’t care about decency anymore...he was going to fuck her.

She felt herself convulse in ecstasy. She hadn’t felt this sensation in years. Ever since she fucked Rainbow Dash, she hadn’t done much. But she missed it...and she was glad it was him. He was so...damn...attractive. Had Trey and Fluttershy done this? None of them ever acted like they did...she put those thought away and rolled him off from on top of her, bringing her mouth down to his legs, shoving his dick in her mouth. Backdraft shot up in pleasure, nearly gasping. Pinkie could barely fit it in. She swirled around the tip gently, feeling it pulse. She then slowly slid it all in her mouth, going down half an inch at a time. She could tell both his wings and his dick were as hard as they could be, and she smiled to herself. She then gently licked one side of it, working her way back up before putting it in her mouth again and sliding back down. Backdraft didn’t remember RD doing this before...he loved it. He absolutely loved it. After a few more minutes he stopped her, rolling her over onto her back, before looking deep in her eyes, keeping eye contact shortly before penetrating her. He thrust it deep into her, feeling her warmth and wetness guide him in without effort. She arched her back and moaned, feeling herself expand in contrast to him. She brought a hoof down to start rubbing herself, trying to get her there faster. He rearranged himself to where she couldn’t, making sure that he-and only he-would give her an orgasm.

He continued thrusting against her, feeling himself weaken. She hadn’t gotten any dryer...if anything, she had increased wetness...a good sign, he thought. She started thrusting herself against him as well, meeting him more than halfway. Backdraft suddenly felt his dick weaken, a sign he was about to cum. Pinkie also felt herself tighten up, as she began one of her orgasms. The tightness mixed with the warm, wet, womblike sensation of her pussy pushed him over the edge. They both screamed out in pleasure together as he came inside her, panting. She put a hood down there, getting some and licking it. She smiled at him, panting as well.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she said.

“On a pleasure scale from 1 to 10, how did I do?” asked Backdraft. He needed to improve for next time, of course.

“It’s...over 9000.” she said, smiling. Backdraft laughed.

“Let’s get us home now. I’ll fly you there.”

***

The doorbell rang, waking Trey and Fluttershy up. Trey caught the time on his way back, seeing it well after 2 AM. He opened the door to see Backdraft, panting, stumbling in, drunk. Pinkie Pie busted in as well, her legs quivering. She was obviously tipsy. Trey raised an eyebrow and drew some conclusions.

“So...how was it? What’d she taste like?” he asked slyly.

“Great...cotton ca...er...nothing. What’d who taste like?” he said, stumbling towards his bedroom, passing out. Pinkie Pie followed suit, not bothering to check with Trey for permission. Trey laughed to himself and went back to his room, cuddling up next to Fluttershy again.

“Can I go with you tomorrow?” she asked, still half out of it.

“I still have to tell Backdraft, but I’m perfectly fine with it.

“Oh...um...what happened with him and Pinkie?”

“Don’t worry about it. You wouldn’t like it anyway.” he said, stroking her face. Tomorrow, he and Backdraft were going to go to Canterlot. It was killing him who their mother was and they were going to visit the orphanage. Maybe even Celestia. He gently pushed her head against his chest, feeling her nuzzle before both of them feel asleep, sweetly and soundly.