Ten woke up covered by bodies once again. He pulled himself free, making a few mares and a stallion mumble and moan as he freed his legs. Ten looked around the dark room and started slowly tiptoeing towards the light switch. Now illuminated the full horror of his body strewn room was wholly visible.

Mares and stallions laying everywhere, sheets and pillows tossed about, the smell of bodies, sex and sweat filled the room. Trash was littering the entire scene. Ten rubbed the back of his neck and looked around. "Man...I really need to clean this place up."

Ten walked out of his room and looked around the hall. Yet more ponies were sleeping in the halls, some reeking of dried fluids and many twitching and tails whipping around. The smell and the general clutter in the entire ship was terrible. Three days after touching down and the clones were effectively housing a town's worth of ponies. Ten kicked a mare in the ribs lightly, waking her up and sending her towards the exit.

Ten made his way towards Twenty's room. He knocked hard on the door and tried the handle. "Twenty!? We need to talk!"

The door slid open, revealing a haggard Twenty and a pair of ponies walking daintily across his back. He looked up lazily and turned his head. "What's- ah- up?" Twenty was enjoying the strange weight prancing along his back. He found it to be one of his small comforts in his time as a stranded spacer.

Ten stepped into Twenty's room and pointed to the pink and blue ponies kneading his back. "So...what's going on?"

Twenty looked back at the two mares. "They asked to get probed...I said no...then they offered thi-iss.... Feels good man." Twenty let out a pleased sigh as his muscles loosened. "Sex for massage...completely worth it." The spa ponies nodded in unison as the went to work on Twenty's bare back. "So what did you want?"

Ten watched in awe as the mares walked back and forth beside each other. "Um...okay. So we need to clean this place up. It smells like shit, ponies are staying too long and I need your help!"

Twenty glared at Ten. "No...this was your idea, now go figure it out on your own!"

Ten grumbled angrily. "Look I know what to do but I need some help here!"

Twenty laid his head into his pillow. "Goakeupothers...."

Ten took a step forward. "Sorry what?"

Twenty looked up and glared at Ten. "Go wake up the others. I really don't give a shit anymore."

Ten took a step back. "Seriously!? We can wake up the others!?"

Twenty sat upright, flinging the ponies off his back and walking over to his dresser. He pulled out a silver key and chucked it to Ten. "Not all of them at once!"

"I just need two right now! ...Can I wake up o--"

"No! One stays in the tube...."

Ten threw his hands up. "Why do you two hate each other so much!?"

"He knows what he did!" Twenty yelled as he charged over to Ten.

"Does he!?" Ten took a step back. "I mean...we're technically the same person so...I guess since you know...he knows...but...I'm him too or he's me...and I don't know so...."

"Ten." Twenty put his hand on Ten's shoulder. "Stop before you hurt yourself. Just start from nineteen and work your way down. But if I see one, the both of you are going back in the tubes!" Twenty shook Ten by his collar violently. "You got that!?"

Ten tore free and stepped back. "Okay! Fuck...I get it."

Ten quickly ran off through the crowded halls and towards the main storage. The sound of moaning ponies was already filling the air as he walked past the female testing area. Ten took a quick detour and checked on Lyra as she administered a rather vicious probing to a mare in a roman helmet. "bu-u-u-uck!" the mare screamed as the probe arms jammed inside her backside. Slick goo seeping out of her as she threw her head back, sending the roman style helmet across the room.

Ten quickly grabbed the attention of a few ponies who ran after Ten as he left Lyra to her perverse work. He hurried off through the lively halls and down the steps into the main storage. Ten ran down the line of pods that lined the wall and stopped at number nineteen.

A trio of ponies stood behind him as he started to thaw his brother clone. "Hey..." A fuzzy light gray pony walked next to Ten. "What's going on?"

Ten stared down at the fuzzy mare. "Waking up some...friends...what the heck are you?" Ten rubbed the mare's head. "So soft."

The bat mare smiled wide. "He he, bat ponies are the best ponies after all!"

Ten stared at the mare. "...Bat ponies huh? So...you wanna be probed?"

The bat pony started fidgeting. "Oh...this is so sudden." She grew red and turned away. "Can we kiss first?"

Ten stared at the bashful bat. "Uh...let's find out!" Ten turned the key and Nineteen's pod burst open.

"Holy fuck!" Nineteen threw himself out of the pod. "I live!" He fell to his knees and started laughing into the sky. "I live again, and I--" Nineteen froze as he spotted the nervous bat mare. "Oh my god...." he looked back up over at Ten. Nineteen looked at the lettering on his shirt and realized who it was. "Ten!?" Nineteen shot upright and pulled him into a tight hug. "Ten! There are ponies everywhere!"

Ten pointed to the bat pony. "Yeah, and that one said she likes you!"

Nineteen let out an amazingly wide and devious smile. "Awesome!" Nineteen tore over to the bat mare and scooped her up, tucking her lower legs under his arms and hugging her tight. "We're friends now okay?"

The bat pony stared at Ten skeptically before smiling wide and burying her face in Nineteen's shoulder. "Best friends!"

Ten smiled wide and moved on to the next pod. "Nineteen I need your help though, this place is a mess, can you help clean up?"

Nineteen walked behind Ten. "Can I bring this?" he bounced the bat mare in his arms. "I'll do it if I can bring this."

Ten looked back as Nineteen snuggled his bat mare. "Uh...sure. Just clean up the dirty laundry first. That's a good start right? Oh, and probe her if you get a chance..."

Nineteen chuckled to himself. "Bat pony can ride the washing machine and the hand held." he walked off laughing like a maniac. Nineteen hummed to himself as he got his bearing. "So bat friend, got a name?"

The bat pony was lost in her own head as Nineteen pet her soft coat and scratched her ears. "I don't...what?"

Nineteen tugged the bat's ears, making her squeal ever so slightly from the contact. "Name?"

"Who's a name?"

"You...you have a name?"

The bat in his arms shook wildly. "Oh! Uh, Flax...I know it's stupid but I--"

"I love Flax!" Nineteen set Flax down and walked into the crew quarters. Nineteen started shouting and yelling at the ponies in the room as they started waking up. "Out, out ya pony faced weirdos! Get out ya horsies, get!" Nineteen forced everypony besides Flax outside and looked at the devastation. "look at this place! Smells like a gym locker room!"

Nineteen started picking up sheets and pillowcases as Flax trailed behind him. "So wait, who are you?" Flax asked as she sat behind him. "I mean...I don't get it, you're all numbers but I don't--"

Nineteen spun around and tossed Flax onto the top of his pile of laundry. "I am Nineteen, slayer of butts. Prepare to be skewered!" Nineteen started running out of the room and towards the testing chamber. Nineteen ignored the sexual squelches and moans of whoever was currently getting studied. Nineteen fumbled around as he looked for the mobile probe. he found the lewd dual pronged device and tucked it into his pocket.

Weighted down with a stumbling pony, a pile of laundry, and a cold metal probe, he charged into the lowest room in the ship, the laundry room.

Nineteen quickly threw the entire mass of fabric into a cheap twentieth century laundry machine and turned it on. It shook violently as Nineteen turned to Flax. "Now...Flax...are you ready!?"

Flax fidgeted her back side. "For what?!"

Nineteen took the strange metal pokers from his pocket. "For your examination." Nineteen slowly started walking over to Flax.

"Whoa wait, wait, wait, isn't it suppose to be with the gooey machine thingy!?" Flax backed into a wall as Nineteen drew closer. "Wait- I don't think I'm ready!"

Nineteen ducked down and spun Flax around. "Hooves up!" he picked up Flax's front half and pressed her hooves into the wall. "Oooh look at that!" Nineteen gawked at Flax's backside as he pulled her tail aside. "That's nice...."

Flax buried her head in her hooves and tried to control the burning sensation in her face. "Stop it...just stop...I feel funny...."

"Hey!" Nineteen yanked Flax's tail up. "Science isn't funny! Now get ready!" Nineteen pressed the probe against her twin holes and got into position. "Deep breathes...and...relax."

Flax's voice caught before rolling into a loud drawn out moan as the probe pressed inside her and deep into her backside. "Oooooo...that's smooth...so smooth...." Flax mumbled into her hooves as the cold ribs of the probes made her hooves kick slightly.

Once the probe was properly seated Nineteen picked up Flax and shook her. Making her moan as the probes jostled inside her. "Bat pony feel good? Everything right, nothing pinching?"

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...." Flax let her tongue hang out as the cold metal probe was squeezed by her hot fleshy insides, filling her backside and massaging her insides. The cold of the probe making it horribly apparent just how deep inside her the probes were buried.

"Good pony." Nineteen brought her over to the washing machine and set her down atop it. Flax started mumbling and hazily groaning as the violent shaking jostled the probe inside her and sending a buzzing pleasure throughout her body. The probe itself continually tugged at her opening, tenderizing her already soft holes and bumping against her extremely fiery sex.

"Jesus...do ponies cum?" Nineteen asked as he watched Flax laying across the machine, tongue out, hips rattling from the shitty washing machine, entire body heaving from her labored breath.

Flax licked her lips and went back to letting her tongue hang out, too distracted by the soft cool sensation that was constantly vibrating against her sex. "Mmmmaaa." Her voice was shaky as she rode out a vibratory orgasm from the tuning fork shoved inside her.

Flax let out a soft squeal as she felt the machine kick into overdrive and pulverized her soft button. "Yes...ahhh, oooo, huff huff huff, mmm.... The sounds of science." Nineteen mused as he watched the pony bang the cheap washing machine. "Truly mankind's greatest creation."

Flax let out a final shuddery moan as she forced her backside flush with the machine, driving the probes deep inside her backside and prodding the soft tissue and making the fierce Flax feel extremely full from the horribly cold device sapping the heat of her ass and cooling her overheated sex.

The machine turned off with a last violent rumble. Flax continued to grid herself on the machine as she started to cry. She let her head fall as tears started streaming down her face. Nineteen walked over and looked at the mare. "Um...Flax friend...you okay?"

Through her soft sobs and constant grinding she looked up at Nineteen. "I want a hug...can I have a hug!?"

Nineteen grew nervous as he approached the emotional mare. Flax quickly pulled herself next to Nineteen and latched on. "Just hold me...hold me...just please cuddles...."

Nineteen let out a concerned coo. "Oh ho ho ho no...poor pony friend...no cry, no cry please!"

Flax continued to cry into Nineteens shoulder as she lifted her backside off the impaling probe and clung to Nineteen's arm. "I just...I'm not sad! I'm not!" despite her honest answer Nineteen continued to coo reassurances and try to comfort the seemingly depressed mare.

Nineteen clutched the needy mare to his chest and looked at the probe, giving it a quick sniff before doing so. "Eugh...smells like...well...butt and ...and-" Nineteen maneuvered the mare around and turned her upside down, staring straight down at her sex. "Huh, smells like coffee liquor...."

Flax continued to cry. "Thank you...I just...I can't stop crying! Why am I crying!?"

Nineteen hugged the mare's backside. "It's okay pony butt, it's okay. Pony butt want ice cream?"

Flax held back more tears as she clutched Nineteen's stomach. "Yes please."

Nineteen patted Flax's butt and started walking off. "Let's go get ice cream."

Flax wrapped her tail around Nineteen's head and hung off him, still wrapped around his body with all four of her legs. "Just don't stop holding me...I like you...and I want you to hold me."

"But that laundry!"

Flax tightened her tail around his neck. "Please!? I need you."

Nineteen felt strange as he brought his new friend towards a source of ice cream. "So no more washing machine rides for you." Nineteen walked through the slightly clearer halls of the ship with the bat mare coiled around him.

Author's Note

LIKE CRAZY STORIES? HERE TAKE THIS WHILE I MAKE MORE PROBED. LINK