Luckily, holding out wasn’t necessary—on the sidelines, I spied a pair of mares without partners, frantically masturbating instead. I had no idea who they were, but at that point, I didn’t care; I was almost as horny as Pinkie.

Abusing my time-halting privileges yet again, I rushed over, tapped the first mare’s head, and without waiting for time to restart, ordered her over to my hiding spot. I repeated the process for the second, and rushed back to the shadows myself. It wasn’t long before the two entranced mares came over themselves, blank-eyed, but still dripping.

I forced myself not to simply jump the nearest. Though I was increasingly desperate, I absolutely wanted to make the best of this, and sized up what I had. Both were earth ponies, one with a light blue coat and yellow mane, the other purple with a darker blue mane. Over their shoulders, I saw one pony prick after another, sliding in and out of moaning mares. I knew what I wanted, and thinking about it left me even more short of breath.

Turning to the light blue mare, I said, “When you wake up, my stallionhood will be the most amazing, glorious thing in existence. Just the thought of it sends waves of arousal through you. It goes beyond sex: you want to worship it, please it utterly, and all you hope for in return is to be covered with semen for a job well done. The more you give it, the hornier you’ll get, and when the release finally comes, your orgasm will be beyond anything you’ve ever experienced in your life. Understand?”

She nodded emotionlessly. I almost—almost—felt bad for the next mare. I hadn’t properly cleaned up since I started this. It was overdue.

To the purple mare, I said, “When you wake up, you’re going to be absolutely obsessed with cleanliness. The slightest trace of mess on any of us is more than you can take, but the idea of leaving it long enough to get cleaning supplies is equally unbearable. The only option is your tongue. As you lick, each time you move your tongue, you’ll feel a stallion thrusting inside of you. No amount of licking will get you off, though, until we’re all clean. Then you come. Understand?

The purple mare nodded too. “Good girls. Wake up.”

Both mares blinked for a moment, but couldn’t help seeing me. Purple moved first. “Ugh! Where have you been? What a me-eth!” Already her speech was muffled as she began licking at my neck. From time to time, her lips came into play when she felt it necessary to get something out of my fur. My short breath became even more ragged. This felt amazing, neck or not! I wondered idly where she’d learned to use her tongue like that, but only for a moment. Blue had quit staring.

At first she just reached out as if afraid to touch. I sat down so she wouldn’t have to crawl beneath me, eliciting a frustrated sigh from Purple as she moved to keep cleaning. Another second or two, and Blue had overcome her awe enough to reach out and incredibly gently stroke my erection. Her eyes were wide, and her jaw slightly agape with wonder at what lay before her. I thought my ego was getting big before, but having a mare reacting like my dick was sacred to her inflated it further.

As Purple moved up to lick my ears, Blue began to move closer. I’d expected her to start licking, or maybe try to awkwardly mount my shaft, but she surprised me. She actually embraced it, and began to kiss it tenderly. Up and down she kissed, putting her tongue to use each time, even attempting to gently push her tongue into the tip. I had to lean back and support myself with my forelegs; this was too much.

Purple moved around a bit and began licking at my muzzle and rocking her hips, as blue continued her perverse sacrament, kissing all the way down to my nuts. Gently, she lifted them with her hooves, and began to rub her muzzle against the balls. I was beginning to wonder if I would pass out from the pleasure when she began to moan with arousal.

After a few moments of this, she sat back up, and mounted my cock, but not how I’d imagined. She more or less wrapped her whole body around it, and began to shift up and down, stimulating the entire shaft at once. The wetness from her mouth provided enough lubrication, and her teats… a pony’s teats may be small, but they’re as soft as any other kind. Those rubbing just above my scrotum as Purple started long, slow licks across my chest sent me over the top, and I burst.

Blue immediately aimed it for her face, her mane, her chest in some unholy baptism. She trembled, shook, and screamed in ecstasy, and I had to look past her to be sure nopony had heard over the din of the orgy. Despite her state, when the seed stopped flowing, she began humping my shaft like a confused dog on a leg, panting and moaning as she did.

Purple was being fucked so hard by a stallion that wasn’t even there that her licking had become slightly erratic, but she was no less determined. When I blew my load, getting it on all three of us, she let out a frustrated grunt, and started “spot cleaning” to get it up as quickly as possible. It didn’t take long before I saw the effects of Zecora’s brew in her eyes, but her need to clean and the imaginary stallion ramming her kept her from mounting me as Applejack had.

As for me, I was barely holding on. My orgasmic haze had gotten so dense that at that point, if anypony had caught us, I wouldn’t have thought to flee or use my power. I remained leaned back as Blue continued to hump, smearing seed all over herself and my shaft. Minutes of this were all it took for me to shoot again, courtesy of Zecora’s potion, and again Blue aimed. Her upper half was already coated, so this time she aimed at her stomach, legs, and squirted a liberal amount all over her already soaked pussy.

I was sure she’d be finished, and no doubt Purple wished she were, but no. When her second orgasm finished, Blue frantically began to kiss and lick my shaft herself, finally ingesting some of my cum. The effect on her was visible, but like Purple, she had more important things to do, and continued her cock worship, with her mouth, body, and one hoof while she frantically masturbated with the other. All three of us were panting, but only Purple spoke, periodically complaining about how she had just cleaned that, for Celestia’s sake, and couldn’t we give her a break? No. No, Purple, we could not.

I began to buck a bit, rubbing against Blue’s torso as she continued, which Blue seemed to interpret as a blessing from her new god, and which Purple took as a sign that if she didn’t speed up, she would never finish. Though she’d been clopping with both hooves and leaning against cleaner parts of me for support, Purple began to use one hoof to scoop the mess into her mouth, swallowing as quickly as she could.

Having already come twice, even with Zecora’s brew in me, the third came slower, and in eagerness to think of some new carnal, corporeal hymn, Blue wrapped her tail around my shaft and began rubbing with that. I was floored by sensations all over again, and began moaning senselessly myself.

The delay was enough for Purple to finally get caught up, and with effort, she made clear to me that I should stand for her. I obliged, though I had to lean against a wall to do it, and to my astonishment and delight, she began to clean my ass. Not even my anus was spared in her quest to get me squeaky clean. Blue had moved underneath after all, and was back to rubbing her face on my dick as she clopped, moaned and panted. Finally, I came for a third time, and Blue moved to take it all over her back.

Purple seemed ready to scream in frustration, both at her Sisyphean task and frustration that she had yet to come, while Blue finally lay spent in a puddle of semen, still absently rubbing the length of my shaft with a hoof. All had to be clean though, frustrating or not, and both mares ended up beneath me, one licking and the other rubbing, hoping for a fourth sign from god.

Finally, the poor purple mare managed to catch up, and began cleaning Blue. By this point, her stomach had begun to bulge with all she’d swallowed, but she kept going, whimpering now at the imaginary fucking she was taking and not getting relief out of. I just lay back and enjoyed the scene of two pretty mares acting obscenely. At last, Purple licked final globs of my cum from Blue’s teats, and got what she was after. The orgasm knocked her from her knees, where she’d been finishing up, to the ground, collapsing on top of my supplicant as she screamed and twitched, all four of her legs akimbo, but rigid as poles.

I wasn't sure they’d even be able to hear me in their states, but before I stood, I tapped each on the head. “Forget what you've done here, and fall asleep.” Soft snores confirmed that even in their state, they’d heard.

After what must’ve been hours, I looked out into the scene beyond my hiding place. Fluids were everywhere. Ponies were everywhere. And Pinkie? Entirely white, in the middle, with a goofy grin on her otherwise vacant expression.

Author's Note

Wow.... Three in one night.