The Game Where Everypony Wins

A tale by OneLonelyPickle

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Pinkie, Marble, or Limestone: who will cum first?

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It was a restless sort of night for Pinkie. Her short nightie felt tight against her full breasts, and she bit her lower lip just hard enough for it to hurt significantly, but not quite hard enough to draw blood. She tossled her fluffy fro of frizzy cotton candy, and brought a tentative hand down to her most sensitive of parts.

The temperature was well above twenty degrees Celestius, and Pinkie simply couldn’t keep herself from growing horny due to the heat. After all, there’s just no way for sleep to find you when you’re home with the folks, away from the town where you could get filled on a moment’s notice by anypony with a cock. "Damn," Pinkie thought, "I’m gonna have to wait a whoooole week to get my hot pocket stuffed… I’m gonna go CRAAAAAZY!

A light knock on the door of her room startled her, and she sat up in bed, quickly withdrawing her slick fingers from the inside of her moist cavern. Marble Pie stuck her head in and blinked, though Pinkie couldn’t tell in the darkness. All she saw was a round form poke out from behind the now open door.

“W-who’s there? I was just trying to sleep, I s-swear!” Pinkie whispered loudly and with irritation. A similar sounding voice replied.

“It’s Marble. I can’t sleep sis. Mind if I come in for a bit? Let’s talk. The heat is killing me!”

And that was that. Pinkie switched on a bedside lamp, and the two sat thigh to thigh on the bed. They exchanged words for a few minutes, but eventually ran out of things to say. It was late night, and as it usually happens, they had caught up pretty well already on the first day since Pinkie came back to stay.

Pinkie tried not to ogle her sister, but it was the same as trying not to sneak a peek at a freshly baked platter of Mrs. Cakes chocolate cookies. The temptation of running her azure orbs over the flesh mountains on her sister’s chest was too high, higher perhaps than the temperature.

Marble Pie was a total knockout, a real stay-at-home-farm-girl type. Her choice of night wear was a too-small grey t-shirt that matched her fur coat, and plaid cotton short shorts that couldn’t have hugged her firm ass better if she was born with them attached.

Raising her eyes further up, Pinkie spotted the face that reminded her of her own, though more solemn. She realized soon that purple irises were looking back at her, and both ponies blushed.

“S-so this heat, huh?” Pinkie said, rubbing the back of her head with a snicker. Marble did much the same. Both were looking away.

“Y-yeah… it sucks. I haven’t gotten laid in forrrrreeeeever—” The words just fell out of Marble’s mouth like sacks of bricks off a plane. Pinkie quickly snapped her head back, but her lithe sister was already face-first into the covers. A goy Edit: April, 2020: I guess I meant "coy", but I am keeping in "goy" because it amuses me smile broke out on Pinkie’s face, and she reached out a finger to poke her younger sibling.

“Ohhhhh? No action from the neighbors, eh? What about those hunky farmcolts down the road, the ones who tend the cactus farms?” Pinkie said, almost breaking into laughter. Marble shook her head. Her peppy sister continued.

“Holey moley sis! You should come to Ponyville sometime, then. I can show you some stallions who’ll make you explode in minutes! I mean, there aren’t a lot of ‘em for some reason, but they know what to do with their disco sticks, that’s for sure!”

Marble stirred. She blinked rapidly as her head rose, and she met eyes with her now blushing sister. Had the conversation really gotten to this point?

“In m-minutes?” Marble mumbled. “You cum that fast?”

Pinkie rubbed the back of her neck and stared just behind her sister. “W-what’re you saying? Is that fast? I mean, sometimes they get a little too into it and I can’t help it, y’know? Oh, and sometimes, they put their fingers in my butt, and that reaaaallly gets me—”

Pinkie yelped and turned around completely. “I-I-I-I-I-I mean… nevermind! I feel like sleeping now! Night, sis!”

Somepony opened the door and came into the room, ignoring any sense of tension in the room. Both sisters turned around to see… Pie number 3, Limestone, completely naked in all her curvy glory (as per the norm; you see, every family has a free spirit.)

Large, round tits hung from her little frame, and being the shortest of the sisters already, they looked impossible. Her hips flared out wide, and her straight, silky smooth hair, like Marble’s but a lighter shade of grey, hung down just past her shoulders. She shot the others a look that caused stirs in their nether regions: her chin downturned, her eyes flickering with false innocence, and her arms placed behind her, held together just above her delicious ass. She raised a brow.

“So, umm, I was listening, and, umm, I have a proposal. I’m so horny you guys…”

She took a few steps forward until her boobs were almost touching Marble, whose face was beet red. Her mouth was contorted into an odd expression: confusion, disgust, and lust all twisted together. Pinkie, however, wasn’t so out of it. She stood up and protested.

“L-Limestone! How long were you dropping eves outside my room—anyway, t-this isn’t right! I mean…”

The bubbliest pony of them all pouted. She rushed up to just a few inches away from her more endowed sister and nearly cried.

“Why were you born with such a more partyrific body than me? That’s not fair at all!”

Limestone placed a skinny finger just outside her mouth and lowered her eyelids. The look made Pinkie’s face burn.

“Mmm… you think so, BIG sis? I’ve always admired your more ‘natural' looks, though…”

As she spoke she slowly lifted Pinkie’s nightie above her head to reveal the soft fun bags underneath.

“Your nice boobs…”

She knelt over and got real close to the bush of Pinkie’s slit, a sight normal ponies usually didn’t get to see.

“This delectable little treat right here…”

She turned her sister around and bent her over, engulfing her vision with a plump posterior that either of the princesses would be jealous of. In fact, they were, though nopony would suspect that that was the reason for their recent fondness for cake.

“And this big ‘party favor’ right here, sis… you’re simply too yummy-looking for me to hold back anymore.”

Through everything, Marble’s vocal chords were caught midway up her throat. She couldn’t speak, only watch as the unthinkably sexy event occurred before her. Her breathing picked up, and in time her hand snaked its way into her tight shorts. They found their mark: a much smoother, barer pussy than her eldest sister’s that was getting wet, and fast.

“L-Lime…” Pinkie managed, despite knowing deep down that she couldn’t possibly argue with whatever her youngest sister had in mind. The she-devil behind her leaned forward, and with one long lick, completely swayed Pinkie to join the incest club.

In less than a second Pinkie had swerved around, glomped onto her sister’s face, and dove her fingers into the young mare’s love snatch. Moans and groans of rapture escaped both throats, and it was all Marble could do to not dive into the pair like a foal into a ball pit.

“W-wait,” Limestone said, in between tongue fucking her sexy older sister. “L-let’s make things interesting…” She shifted her sight to the middle sister, who was shamelessly beating away at her puffy, swollen cunt.

“We’re gonna find out which of us can last the longest…”

Pinkie grinned wide at the idea. Marble was still enrolled in her pleasure, but a slight smile and a nod let Limestone know all were in agreement. The duo fell onto the bed, and soon, a harmless twosome became a dangerous threesome. A cacophony of fuck speech arose from the bed like the stank off a dead animal, and to some, that exact smell might have seemed to also emanate above the quilt-covered mattress.

Minutes later the three were positioned on the bed as if playing the world’s most risque game of Twister. Marble was snout-deep in Pinkie’s pastry thighs. Limestone jack-hammered her fingers into Marble’s quivering pussy, and underneath the two, Pinkie was suckling Limestone’s tits like a newborn. Try to imagine how this was all laid out, because even to the sisters it was unreal. Sex has a strange way of making the impossible totally possible (so does lube and alcohol but, well, that’s a story for another day).

“Y-you LIGHtweights—mmm! C-clOSe to giving in yET?” Limestone said, sounding like a choir singer hitting the high notes. Marble just kept eating, but Pinkie replied with a “nuh-uh!” and brought a hand out to squeeze Limestone’s milk tanks while the young sister squealed in pleasure.

They were always rivals, truthfully, the three Pie sisters. Ever since their earliest moments they fought for both the attention of their hard-flanked parents, and the attention of their very-eager-to-comply mutual male friends. This was an especially interesting rivalry during their puberty years, when sometimes in a single day each filly would have their way with the same colt. Needless to say, there were more than a few goofy-faced guys returning home to confused parents back then.

But over the years, the past seemed to have faded like the camera at the end of a picture show. Pinkie moved on with her life and became a baker, Marble stayed to work the farm with the folks, and Limestone went to live in nearby Watershed Falls to work as a bar mare. Though they could move on from their sweaty, sex-filled past during the daylight hours or when the air was cooler, it was just not possible on this particular night. Each needed the other like a seed needs water, and moisture was certainly not something that room was short on after an hour had passed.

With the breath in their lungs nearly depleted, but the strength of their wills still holding firm, the sisters continued their fuck fiesta. Now Pinkie had a 12-inch, double ended dildo crammed into her and Limestone’s vaginas, with her XXL plot and her sister’s smaller one smacking viciously against one another. Marble was underneath this time: one hand played with Limestone’s clit like it was a violin, and the other treated Pinkie’s tits to the grope treatment. Her mouth was lapping up all the juices that fell between the plots above.

“Ooooooo—s-sis… give—oh Celestia!— give up already!” Limestone screamed, caring not that her decibel count was almost high enough to alert Old Man Pie a few rooms down.

“N-n-never! Not—s-shit!—not in your l-lifetime, Lime!” Pinkie could barely force the words out, her entire body sore, stiff, and wrapped in bliss. The raw sexual feelings that smothered her body were unreal—had she known a threeway between her sisters could be this awesome, she’d have arranged a meet up back when they were still fucking mostly-unwilling colts behind the school house.

Marble had already received a harsh fucking from Pinkie’s strap-on before, and was too close to exploding to get into it like the others were. She was going to play it safe from now on, and luckily, so far the other two were mostly focused on each other. Marble was sure that she could win.

With renewed vigor that surprised the others, Marble began to play the clit violin and tease the Pinkie Party Bags two times as hard. Limestone couldn’t even form sounds, and Pinkie’s vaginal pleasures plus the pleasure in her tits almost made her lose it. In fact, nopony knew, but a little secretion was escaping constantly by that point, though the main event itself was being stopped by Pinkie tightening her muscles.

“M-marble, you sneak!” she managed through clenched teeth. “L-Limestone, she’s tryna be a cheater c-cheaterton!”

Limestone was lost in lust, but heard and understand the implications behind her big sister’s words. With an internal sigh, she stopped thrusting back into her sister, and the two pounced on Marble. They would finish her off, then fight each other fairly.

“Holy f-fuck!” Marble shouted. Limestone’s muzzle devoured the middle sister’s cunt, and Pinkie was rubbing her tits over Marble’s face and teasing her butthole from below. Soon, the teasing became full on fingering, and eventually an entire fist was able to find it’s way into Marble’s poop chute. Meanwhile, the assault on her front was adding too much fuel to the fire. An inferno was coming.

And when it did, the gods themselves heard it and awoke from their slumber. Marble’s brain seemingly fell out of her head and into a pot of liquid orgasm: there was nothing she could see, smell, hear, feel or taste. Release became more important than breathing or maintaining a heart beat. All she could comprehend was pleasure unfathomable. She writhed and twisted on the bed while her sisters began to duel. One down, one more to go, they both thought.

Limestone went for the kill with her attack on Pinkie’s rumphole. Pinkie, however, wouldn’t let the strike connect, and leap-frogged right over her sister’s back. In one swift maneuver, Pinkie was able to clench her hands onto either side of Limestone’s butt and shove her face deep into the grey-furred fuck hole of her sister. Limestone was trapped, although it wasn’t like she wanted to run. She submitted to her big sister, and she delighted in letting the eldest win as her cunt exploded onto Pinkie’s face.

Around that time, Marble had begun to recover, and dove for Pinkie’s large ass. Pinkie, no longer caring about the game (though in her mind she was giddy with excitement at winning), let her little sister have her way with both her love and butt cracks.

Marble’s expert fingers spelunked their way into Pinkie’s butt, and her tongue, like an eel, slithered into the confines of her pussy. It only took a few seconds of the combined ‘ass’ault before Pinkie, too, allowed the endless pleasure to hit its plateau, then she collapsed. Pinkie’s was the loudest and wettest climax yet. After all was said and done, each sister had drenched the bed in comparable amounts of cum.

“T-that…”

“Was…”

“F-fucking….”

All three spoke at the same time, “Amazing!”

While the sisters laid still, basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm either had ever felt before, the door suddenly flew off its hinges and soared across the room. The sisters looked back in bewilderment, their mouths quickly dropping in shock.

“I’d say!” Old Man Pie said, his throbbing, foot-long shlong standing at attention. “Now, who wants to sit on daddy’s lap first?!”

Author's Note

I'll find where you live and give you a hug if you like my story.

Just kidding, I don't really care, this was for some thirty-minute challenge posed by Darklordcomp over at the "School for New Writers" group. It took me over an hour, but in some alternate universe that was probably under thirty minutes; therefore, zero fucks are given.