No Such Thing as Too Many Pinkie Pies
No Such Thing as Too Many Pinkie Pies
No Such Thing as Too Many Pinkie Pies
The ride home was reasonably awkward. You really can’t get over watching one of your closest friends mounting your other best friends without some psychological repercussions. Not only that, the event created a domino effect. First it started out with the aforementioned fucking, then the reveal of a changeling queen who couldn’t resist the love being produced, thus making her jump into the fucking herself, followed by one of two members of the diarchy lesbian humping another one of your other best friends.
And you being the fool thinking it ended there.
No, your three little tag alongs decide to get the cutie marks in wrestling, and no matter how hard you pulled the doggie pile wouldn’t relent. It was so vigorous that even your drake friend got dragged into it. You sought refuge with the strong willed and the timid, thinking both those qualities would keep you safe from the unseemly display in front of you.
That’s where you would be wrong.
Be honest. sex is a great motivator for anypony. Fluttershy would attest to this. Without a warning she jumped at her very-soon-to-be pegasus lover, sending them both crashing to the ground. Before Rainbow Dash could raise a hoof in defiance, she was slowly smothered by the large mounds of yellow flesh Flutters called a bosom. It was like be enveloped in two heated pillows, just fluffed to the maximum reality would allow. With so many hormones being bounced around like richoteing light, it was bound to be contagious. Rainbow would soon surcome to the temptation of flesh.
It’s you left alone with a just as baffled orange earth pony. You immediately start rambling at her, hoping she can make sense of your discorded thoughts. It’s just then that you notice her eyes. A wonderful, sparkling emerald green. Like a deep lush forest, warm and inviting. The wheat colored hair seemingly moving in slow motion as she turns her head. Her gently sunkissed cheeks just looked so adorable.
Then you notice her muscular frame. Very strong legs, lugging big barrels of fruit for years will do that. Especially those thighs. Were her abs always so defined? You could sharpen stone on those things. Her chest though, the complete opposite. Modestly sized but so very soft looking. Kinda looks like an inflated balloon. Those kind that you always love to squeeze. I’m sure Applejack wouldn’t mind a squeeze. And hopefully your pale breasts wouldn’t mind a test squeeze either.
So train rides are awkward, especially after you watch your friends do it. What you need to realize, it’s not any better for them.
Seating arrangements were a little different from when the group made the trek to Canterlot. Most noticeably, Gilda and Pinkie had a new third seater, Queen Chrysalis. This trio was directly contrasted by Spike, Twilight, and Luna, in that order. On the other side of the aisle, across from the night princess sat Rarity, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash. Across them, Applejack occupied a bench alone.
“Damn harlot.” Luna said under her breath.
“Tsk, such coarse language Lulu, wouldn’t want your young lover catching on would you?” Chrysalis replied with her arrogance on full display.
“Don’t you dare call me Lulu you dirty love-eating troglodyte! You should be locked away in the Canterlot dungeon! You are not safe to have around ponies”
“Little ol’ me, but what did I ever do?”
“YOU LOCKED PRINCESS CADENCE AWAY IN A PIT!”
“. . To be fair, it was more of a cave.”
Luna yelled. She was about to launch herself at the changeling queen when Twilight grabbed her nearest arm. True her convincing was more of a babbling rant, and Twilight could barely get any words passed her blush, Luna fell for it hook line and sinker. The princess of the night apologized profusely to her unicorn lover, sealing it with an unexpected lip lock.
“Now Chrysy, we agreed that you would try to be nice.” Pinkie scolded, eliciting an eye roll from said queen.
“You shouldn’t even have diplomatic immunity after kidnapping a princess.” Luna mumbled to herself.
“But she forgave me, shouldn’t you forgive me too Lulu? And she did say that we should try again to get off on the right hoof.” Luna tried to jump at her but Twilight stopped her with another passionate kiss.
“So you got mad at Pinkie and I for loving each other, but you guys can do the same thing and it’s perfectly fine!” Gilda said aiming her discontent at Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy.
“Shut up.” Rainbow folded her arms and rolled her body away from the accusatory griffon.
“We’re sorry Gilda, it was just unexpected. We didn’t want our friend to get hurt.” Fluttershy’s voice betrayed her normal persona, sitting in between Rainbow and Gilda, not giving an inch to the griffon.
“You must feel really stupid when you shared an opinion with somepony who was trying to make the situation worse.” Gilda started laughing to herself, when she was smacked lightly over the head by a pink hoof.
“They made a mistake Gildy, no point in rubbing it in.”
Gilda grumbled.
“Hey, Pinkie what’s with the hair deflating thing?” The griffon looked as if a light bulb just went off in her head.
“It’s nothing.” Pinkie snapped.
“I didn’t mean anything by it, I just found it really hot.” Gilda’s beak slowly decreased it’s distance to her equine lovers ear.
“Don’t get use to it.” Pinkie lowered her head in an uncharacteristically downcast manor. Gilda pulled her into a deep hug. Pinkie smiled a bit.
“Girls, I can’t believe we finally got our cutie marks!” Apple Bloom exclaimed with a smile only matched by her two best friends.
“Who would of thought that it would be in wrestling too?” Sweetie Belle words were accompanied by a nonchalant shrug.
“I’m just glad were not blank flanks anymore.” Scootaloos position rested on the bench much lower than her CMC counterparts.
On Applebloom laid a completely black picture. It showed two ponies. Both laid their arms on each others shoulders, as if balancing themselves on one another.
Scootaloo had a single object on her flank. It was a mask that was deeply complex with colors, lines and various shapes. To put it simply, it was mostly cyan blue with eye holes surrounded by gold wings that extended upwards, looking like devil horns. The mouth covered in similarly gold rectangular shapes.
Sweetie Belle dawned a singlet on her flank. Only more unique than normal ones. Like Scootaloo’s mask it had a dazzling array of colors. Not lined like a rainbow, but like mini explosions of chromatic enginuity, soft reds to fierce blues.
“Oh, and sorry for bringing you into it Spike.” Applebloom blushed.
“Oh no, no issue, not a problem.” Spike stammered as he too had blood rush to his face.
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo also remained silently as they reminisced about the match in their head.
“Now Rares, I think we need to talk about it.” Applejack started gently.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Rarity responded quickly.
“You know just as well as I do that we--”
“WE. DID. NOTHING.”
“But--”
“NOTHING!” Rarity turned away, looking out the window with her chin resting on her hoof.
Aj wasn’t any more happy about the situation then her friend. But she knew that not talking about it was only going to make their friendship more awkward. So they needed to clear the air before anymore strain could be put on them. The only question now is, what does Applejack need to do. .
‘I got it!’ Applejack thought as a devilish smirk graced her lips.
“It figures that you wouldn’t want to talk to me.” Applejack began sullenly.
Rarity moved her eyes over towards Applejack.
“Why would you. Anypony would be ashamed to be with me.”
Rarity threw away her look of frustration and traded it for shock.
“I’m just a lowly earth pony. Why waste a second more on me.” Applejack buried her head and her hooves and began ‘crying’.
“Oh Applejack.” Rarity jumped across the small gap onto the farm pony. “I never meant to say that you weren’t worth talking about. I-I was just not ready to.”
“Rares.” Applejacks whispered with a tinge of guilt.
“You were my first Applejack, and I was scared that you were going to reject me.”
If it wasn’t completely racist, Applejack would call herself a jackass right about now.
“It’s okay Rarity, I didn’t mean to scare ya. I just wanted ya to talk to me. You’re my first too, and I didn’t want it to mean nothing.”
The two sat in silence as the were fully spread across their bench, Rarity lying on top of Applejack, each others eyes serving as entertainment.
“Ponyville stop! Please leave the carts in a calm and orderly fashion, and we here at Candy Line thank you for your business!” A rather loud train engineer shouted as the locomotive came to a halt.
This time the group made their way out of the cart like civilized ponies (griffons, dragons, and changelings). Out on the train platform, nopony really knew how to break the silence. The twilight sun threatening night. They stood and stared awkwardly until Pinkie spoke up.
“Gildy, would you mind escorting Chrysy home?”
“Where are you going off to?” Gilda asked.
“Oh, I was just going to get you two a present, and I don’t want you peaking.” by this time Pinkie built up a quick gallop. “I’ll see you guys by nightfall!”
With that the party pony already disappeared into the distance. Everypony blinked and shrugged. They figured that there wasn’t anymore point in dawdling and split into their own separate cliques.
Fluttershy with Rainbow. . .
Rarity with Applejack. . .
The CMC with Spike. . .
Twilight with Luna. . .
And Gilda with Queen Chrysalis.
Ponyville, if it wasn’t for their constant state of near peril, would have collectively lost their shit. One, having a griffon in town is already bad news. Meat eaters are never a good sign. But then a new mysterious tall black figure, that looks like a fabled creature of evil, feeding off love to survive, just walking around!?! If it wasn’t Tuesday, this sight would of perturbed a few more ponies.
“I’m still surprised that you were this welcoming of me.”
“Yeah well it’s not really me who made that decision. It was Pinkie, she’s very caring about other creatures like that.” Gilda said dreamily.
“So you care for her that deeply, with barely any knowledge of her? I thought that’s something that ponies tout as being real love.” Chrysalis chided.
“Love is what you want it to be. No one can tell me otherwise.” Gildas anger began to rise.
“Calm down, I meant nothing by it, I was merely curious. Besides I would never be so rude to the host that has so graciously invited me into their home.” Chrysy gave a mock bow.
The griffon groaned at the act of blatant disrespect, but continued to march on. If this changeling could do again what she did at the Canterlot palace, an exception could be made this time.
Time went by faster than a sonic rainboom as the duo already made it to Sugarcube Corner, though the sky was black. Queen Chrysalis had to use all of her will to not burst out laughing at how ridiculous the place looked.
Gilda still ignored her for the most part. Opening the door she was greeted to a black room. Her eagles quickly adapted to the scenery, but nothing could of prepared her for the sudden assault from behind. Chrysalis gripped her from behind, forcing them both inside the house, and she shut the door with her tail.
“W-What are you doing?” Gilda voiced cracked. The tweaking of her nipples distracting Gilda from her own words.
“How many times do I have to say it? I don’t want to be a rude guest. So this is my thanks to you, my griffoness.” Chrysy cooed as she continued to squeeze and tease the fur covered breasts. Her black chitlin skin rubbing Gildas back, Chrysalis’s own nipples being teased by the short lion fur. “And if I get something out of this too, well that just sweetens the deal.”
Gilda feel to her knees, and then her stomach, moaning inconsolably. Chrysalis chucked as she continued to rub, her love nectar spilling out on Gildas flank. The rubbing became quicker and their out of tune singing louder, until.
“No.” Gilda said shakily.
“What?”
“Please stop.”
“Why, am I not doing a good enough job?” the changelings head moved around Gilda’s arm and mere inches from her chest. Like a snake her tongue shot out at wrapped itself around the perky nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Gilda.
“I can’t do this to her.”
The queen stopped when she heard that. A twinge of guilt ran through her ever so quickly. Slowly she removed her tongue, which was enough to bring about another moan. She then lowered her hooves to Gildas rib cage, just below the griffons breasts.
“Why were you okay with making love before?” Queen Chrysalis’s question carried over a tone sincerity and. . hurt?
“Pinkie was with us, and she was participating. I feel like I’m cheating without her here.” Gilda spoke, not caring if she sounded sad.
“Fine, but nothings wrong with cuddling is there?”
“. .I guess not.”
Every being that dwelled during the daylight could rarely resist the temptation of a quiet night. Changelings and griffons are no exception. With a loud yawn both creatures were about to drift off to dreamland.
“sexy. . .FUN!. . .time”
Until a noise like that rung in their head. Like a faint horn in the distance, the voice created enough discomfort to wake the non pony residence. With every passing second the mild hum grew louder and louder until it sounded like it was directly outside the door. It wasn’t a second after the sound grew to it’s apex than did the door shoot open.
In poured a legion of Pinkie Pie’s. Sitting atop one another they began to fill the front entryway. Instinctively Chrysalis and Gilda backed away from the pile of Pinkie’s. But there was one Pinkie stuck out in particular, one who distanced herself from the group.
“~I’m back!~”
“What the hell did you do?”
“Oh I figured that I should be a good host to my two new houseguests.” Pinkie winked at the changeling. “But I knew there was not enough of me to go around, so I made more with the mirror pool. Sexy fun time for all!” Pinkie’s sentiment was echoed by the rest of her hoard.
Gilda eyes couldn’t be wider. A look of horror soon melted into one of pure joy, like a little filly getting the present they wanted on Hearths-warming morning. Each clone was a perfect mimic of her love, and they wasted no time in teasing the griffon. Some started clopping vigorously looking like skilled lovers, others gently like adorable virgins. Others started copulating with each other. A kink fest as far as the eye could see for the griffon.
“Uh, what were you to up to while I was gone.” Pinkies grin grew wary.
Gilda snapped back to reality.
“It’s not how it looks. I was, she just, we didn’t--”
“Hush Gildy, I understand now. You and Chrysy were about to have your own fun time.”
“You're not mad?”
“Nope, well, I’m sad that I wasn’t here when it started. But besides that, not really.”
The griffon sighed with relief, boy was that load off her mind. Then an idea crept into her mind, giving her a sinister smile. A wonderful idea. An awful idea. A wonderfully awful idea. Slowly Gilda turned towards Chrysy, for the first time scaring the queen.
“W-What’s with--mmpft!” she was caught off by a fierce beak engulfing her mouth.
In an instant Gilda was dominating Chrysalis. The griffon explored every part of her lovers mouth, while separating Chyrsalis’s legs with her own, exposing them both to the crowd of ponies behind them. The Relentless teasing from everyone in the room finally released the tigress side of Gilda. Without hesitation, she grinded her pink clit on the changelings black as night one. The nubs on their breasts rubbed together, it’s friction forcing a moan from them both, only slightly muffled by their mutual oral grapple. Gilda’s talon traced the outer edge of Chrysalis’s rib cage, their sharp points giving her goosebumps.
As a queen being treated like a plaything was unacceptable. Lifting her hooves, she forced her presence on the griffons flank. Still drenched in changeling sap, it shined in the dim moonlight, being forced up, down, and apart. Gilda broke the kiss and turned around, looking at the Pinkies with the cutest little blush.
“I-I’m so embarrassed, so many ponies watching me. You’re all making so wet, I can’t take it.” her blush was accompanied by a soft small voice. Not a single pony or changeling in the room remained unfogged by lust, and itching for serious intimacy.
‘A little sloppy, but got the job done. .That’s what you all get for teasing me!’ Gildas inner persona announced smugly.
She descended back to her lover when she suddenly stopped.
“W-W-What are you d-d-doing?” at first Chrysalis thought the question was directed at her, but upon further investigation, she noted the pink fluff ball in between her and Gilda’s legs. Arching her body in just the right way, the changeling saw that Pinkie had plunged her soft oral appendage deep inside Gilda’s backside. Occasionally drinking the changeling love juice from Gilda’s fur.
Gilda drooled onto Chrysalis’s chest, making her green nipples twinkle. Without a lack of serious effort, Gilda tried to continue where she left off, but that warm tongue was making her mind go blank. Chrysalis was less than pleased.
“Am I chopped liver? Where are my attendants?!?” her vicious roar sent the other Pinkies reeling for a moment, but it is every Pinkies duty to make every/anypony smile. Like a massive blob, the Pinkie’s moved at once. They forcibly separated the couple on the floor. The short discomfort ended when the hoard smothered both Gilda and Chrysalis, most going to Gilda.
The rest stood around, clopping each other off.
With Gilda, the clones began with a thorough lion cleaning. Every inch of the griffons body was being cleaned by the clones tongues. Gilda continued her pleasured smile, well into the coitus that a particular Pinkie thought would be fun. That clone laid on top of the Pinkie who was still fiercely penetrating Gildas ass. Another Pinkie looked at the thin tongue that was dangling out of Gilda’s mouth with a lot of interesting. Curiosity getting the best of her, the clone lapped it up into her mouth. Like a dangling piece of spaghetti, the cloned slurped on the tongue until it lead her back into it’s home. The clone proceeded to clean the inside of Gildas mouth. It only took a half a minute but Gilda began to shudder all over. The coitus Pinkie (or Maximus-Pinkie Coti for you science buffs) began to feel a warm liquid fill her mouth. With every rush she swallowed more and more. It was the sweetest treat she had ever tasted, while she never had treats being a few hours old, she imagined that the cum was the best by far.
Chrysy was a slightly different story. The clones roughly restrained her arms and legs with their thighs, leaking themselves on her. Another Pinkie sat in front of the changeling, intertwining their legs, forcing them both into a vaginal kiss. The clone began to fondle the changelings breasts, but unlike her griffon lover, Chrysalis would not remain silent.
“That’s more like it. . MMM, you like those don’t you? You want to make your queen happy? Then feed off her, show me your love my little pony.” she only received a smile from the clone, and like a hungry timberwolf, she went wild on those large changeling funbags.
Chrysalis laughed her evil laughed, feeling the rush of making a pony listen to her command. The feeling only intensified when another Pinkie came out of the woodwork and latched onto the other breast. The queen couldn’t help but drool. A selfish lover she was not however. She put one hoof on a clones chin. Applying only a small amount of force, she lifted Pinkie up to eye level. Her snake like tongue fell out of her mouth and like Gilda wrapped around her lovers nipple. Greedily the tongue pulled and salivated on the defenseless areola.
“A-A-AAAAH!” The clone cried as her entire body shook. She then released on Chrysalis’s breasts, coating them in shiny clear cum.
Everyone looked wide eyed.
“So it looks like you all are sensitive, hm, this is going to be exciting.”
(Two hours later)
A sea of glittering stars lined the inner workings of sugarcube corners. From the kitchen, to the stairs, up to the bedroom, and in the bedroom itself, cum covered Pinkies laid gasping and smiling. None were asleep, but all looked on the verge of a comatose state. The situation was worse, or better depending on how you look at it, for Gilda and Chrysalis.
Gilda looked like she was put in front of a large fan. Her fur and feathers sticking out in many random directions. A coat of slobber keeping the fur and feathers in their place. One Pinkie laid on her constantly snuggling deeper and deeper into her bosom. Gilda, who lost her mind long before, looked in different two different directions. One of those happened to contain the sight of Chrysalis.
Over by the changeling queen an odd sight was beheld. Chrysalis was holding tightly a Pinkie clone, the one she was scissoring and made climax, in a strong hug. ’Pinkie’s’ mane serving as a rest for Chyrsalis’s weary head. A content smile on her face, along with her clone lover. Their eyes were closed but their awake status was confirmed by the constant adjustment in their holds.
“So what did ya think?” the real Pinkie stood tall, doing everything in her power not to attend to her dripping member.
“I-I-I-lo-o-v-ve y-you.” Gilda squeaked out.
“I must admit, you are a genius Pinkamena. I don’t know how I can thank you.” Queen Chrysalis stated with her eyes still closed.
“Aww, you’re going to make me blush . . Too late!” Pinkie squealed hiding her face.
“I’m not kidding, you just solved an eon long problem.” Chrysalis stated even more firmly, but still comfortably holding her clone.
“Eon long problem, what are you talking about?” Pinkie’s inquiry was shared with Gilda, as both looked at the changeling confused.
“You know that changelings feed on love right?”
“Yeah. I remember hearing Luna mention it on the train.” Pinkie and Gilda replied initially, and Pinkie continued the reply
“Well, did you know that your clones can provide genuine love. The kind of love that changeling can feed off and live on.” Chrysalis opened her eyes and stroked the clones mane.
“So you can suck the love out of a pony until their dry, yay!” Gilda sarcasm seeped out her mouth. At this time she also gently lifted off the Pinkie clone, to the clones obvious disdain.
“Not exactly my griffoness. Changelings have the reputation that we do because we’ve been forced to take loves from ponies. For as long as I can remember nopony would ever even consider caring for a changeling like they do with one another. In order to survive we had to rip love away, but now right now, that’s changed. When Pinkie invited her. . self over her in droves, I could feel the love culminating. It was frightening at first, but. . .” Chrysalis looked lovingly at the pony in her arms. “. . . I’ve grown rather attached, and she has grown attached to me.”
“That still doesn’t account for the whole ‘sucking every bit of love out of ponies’ part.” Gilda stated slowly regaining her old persona.
“The reason why love needs to be taken, is because it’s not being given. With this clone here, I don’t need to take her love, she is already giving it to me freely. Don’t you see? If a pony willing gives their love to another being, their losing that love, but it’s going away by their own free will, thus no harm.”
Pinkie and Gilda looked at each other, a look of realization of hit them both.
“Chrysy, do you mean--” Pinkie started happily.
“To answer your immediate question, and your next question: Yes, and they’re already here.”
Immediately after that statement, quiet footsteps could be heard echoing in the silent night. In another instant black figures started to crawl in the bakery out of every nook and cranny. The changelings stood over some a large quantity of the downed Pinkies, lapping up some nectar left over on their prone bodies. The sudden explosion of new life prompted Pinkie and Gilda to seek comfort in each others arms.
The changelings were fairly short insects. About neck level to a normal pony. But they still had anatomies of ponies, breasts, curves, and pussies of their own, even the occasional few carried an unsheathed dagger. But all were famished looking, almost completely chitlin and bones.
“Queen, are these are meal?” the changeling hive mind asked simultaneously.
“No.”
“. . What?”
“I said no, you will not feast on these ponies.”
“But queen--”
“Silence!”
Not a single shuffle, chirp, or peep could be heard.
“These ponies are your salvation.” the queen garnered strange looks from her subjects. “For generations we’ve been forced to steal love but now it’s being given out on a silver platter. These pink ponies, except for the one with the griffoness, are seeking others to love, to call their own. I want all of you to fit that role.” Queen Chrysalis announced to her hive.
The parasites stared at the ponies that were strewn about the floor. The clones began stirring, and they stared back. Smiles graced their faces as the exhaustion they once held melted away. The drones all gave a look of apprehension and fear at their queen, trying to get her to change her opinion. But Chrysalis remained firm. The drones all gave a sigh in defeat, and turned their attention to the opposite hoard. It was a complete stalemate until one brave drone approached a smiling clone.
“Uh, I guess I should change?” the changeling then shapeshifted into a particularly cute mare.
Pinkie was unamused.
“What’s with the changing?” she asked from behind the protective grip of Gilda.
All the drones turned their attention to her.
“I think I speak for my clones when I say that we can’t love somepony who hides behind a mask.”
The drones were more confused then ever. A pony who. . Liked their appearance? Now this night was getting weird. But it was about to get weirder yet as the brave drone did drop the mask, returning to her original form. The clone she had approached, slowly closed the distance to the changeling, and gave her a big kiss. It’s passion was to much for both creatures, their legs collapsed underneath them. On the ground they consummated their love.
Other drones backed away as the clones stalked closer with lusty bedroom eyes. More of the clones descended from the stairs making the changelings more nervous. Never had they been rivaled in numbers before. But one by another brace changeling would pair off with a clone. Soon the bakery transformed into a holding house for the first pony-changeling orgy.
Chrysalis joined Pinkie and Gilda with her own clone in toe. The group of four looked on at the wonderful sight in front of them. But they had worked themselves ragged and had no choice but to doze off. And they did. The beautiful sounds of fucking serving as their lullaby.