Pinkie Pie continues to lay in the kitchen, leeking semen into the rather large pool formed around her. The Cakes have yet to find her; but when they do, it'll be mighty awesome. But the aftermath of Pinkie Pie's inflation is not the point of this chapter: this chapter is about Bathspounge banging the shit out of Rarity and Twilight Sparkle.

And speaking of the lavender unicorn, she was enjoying a lunch made by her coltfriend, Bathspounge. "So, Bathspounge, you said you want us to have an emotional relationship instead of just a sexual one, so may I know a little about you?" she asks before taking a bite of her LT sandwich.

"Well," Bathspounge begins, "Bathspounge begins in Cloudsdale, 23 years ago. My mother was an artist, and my father was a chef. I won't bore you with how they met, but I was born rather sickly, and albino. My dad didn't want to care for a pale, dying child, and he left," Bathspounge looks down, saddened. Twilight shares his sadness before he continues.

"But my mother got me through it and I made it to childhood. The other kids at school teased me about my white hair and pink eyes, so I asked mom if I could dye my hair; my mother declined and said I should be myself. But as I entered sophomore year, my mother was arrested for many charges of statutory rape against me. I got moved to Ponyville to live with my alcoholic aunt, who's neglect allowed me to be my own pony and dye my mane purple, like I always wanted. I started to be asked why I didn't have a cutie mark: truth is, I did, but it was the same color as my coat. I was tired of being teased, I was tired of being sickly, and unusual, and unsociable: I was tired of being Snowflake. I got the Sponge tattooed to complete the transformation into Bathspounge. I despise the name 'Snowflake' now because I'm reminded of being the pale, silky kid being bullied in Clousdale," Bathspounge almost cries, but keeps up his composure so he can finish the story.

"The rest of High School was okay, I survived with the help from my friends and I eventually made it to university, got a degree in Philosophy, and dropped out to become a writer before I could get my doctorate. My papers were an initial success until the face of a pegasus was tied to them: the officials at Canterlot only think unicorns are good enough to write academic papers. Well I was born a pegasus! And I'll write you a paper so informative, your fancy horn will fall off your head and right up YOUR ASS!!!" Bathspounge screams, raging against the machine.

Twilight grabs him and clams him down with some shaking and staring. "Woah man, clam down."

"I'm sorry Twilly: I just can't believe they rejected my paper after already agreeing to publish it, just for having wings," Bathspounge pouts. "But anyway, you moved to Ponyville at the height of my depression: I was at that party drinking when I first saw you, and I thought you were the most beautiful mare in the whole world. And once I found out you ran the library, and were an academic like me, well the deal was done: I just had to have you."

Twilight smiles. "Is that why you kept checking out books, to see me, to let me know you were smart enough to date?"

"Usually, yes. Although I didn't let everything I read in pursuit of you go to waste: the cookbooks I started renting last June turned out helpful," Bathspounge says, shaking his sandwich for emphasis.

Twilight giggles that adorable giggle of hers and Bathspounge can't help but smile.

"Twilight, I know I'm so infatuated with you that I seem creepy, but I've never been in love before, and I don't want to make any mistakes that might cost me you," Bathspounge says, holding back tears.

"It's okay Bathspounge. I don't know anything about dating either: but I do know that I love you and you love me, and that's enough to convince me to keep trying."

"Thank you Twilight. But anyway, let us go get to Rarity's," Bathspounge says as he gets up and tosses his dirty dish into the sink.
Twilight also disposes of her dish and the two lovers walk together to Carousel Boutique together.

Rarity does her shpeal as the door opens before seeing its Twilight. "Ah, Twilight," she says, "and you brought… me as a pegasus?"
Rarity and Bathspounge eye each other up: they both have light frames, white coats, and purple manes with a curl at the end. However, Bathspounge has a dick, Rarity is a unicorn, and Rarity has a much better kept mane.

"No, this is my new coltfriend, his name is Bathspounge," Twilight says, presenting Bathspounge to Rarity like she presents her plot to the stallion in question.
The ponies with identical color patterns exchange hoof-shakes and then stand around, waiting for Twilight Sparkle's move.
When nopony says anything, Rarity decides to speak. "So, have you come for any reason other than spreading the news?"

"Yes, actually," Bathspounge says, "I've got a half dozen pairs of pants that need to be worked on."

"What needs to be done on them, darling?" Rarity asks.

"Just some extensions in the- they're at my house, hang on." Bathspounge runs outside and starts flying home to get his things.

"The crotch," Twilight says, finishing Bathspounge's sentence.

"Oh my, he's a more, let us say, lucky stallion then, that he would need more room for his package?" Rarity asks, fanning herself with a hoof.

"Well, I mean, I used a little magic and got carried away and now, well, he's hung like a firehouse," Twilight says bluntly.

Rarity is initially shocked. "Oh, come now Twilight, I doubt you could make that much flesh appear on a stallion."

"If you don't believe me, get him turned on, you see if he gets hard. Oh, actually. Do you want to have a threeway with us?"

"Darling, how vulgar. Although, business is short, and he is a very cute stallion. And if he's as big as you say he is, I can't resist. Alright Twilight, I'll fuck your coltfriend," Rarity says before flipping the open/closed sign with her magic and laying down on the floor, putting her crotchtits and ready slit on display. Twilight does the same next to her, laying the other way so that they form a sexy arrow with their bodies.

Bathspounge walls through the door to find the two incredibly sexy unicorn mares offering themselves to him. He can't resist the sight and drops his pants to join them. Bathspounge wants to wreck Rarity, but he's gone so long without fucking Twilight: he can't decide who he wants to fuck more, so he asks the mares who wants to get fucked more.

"What a lovely buffet of booty," Bathspounge says as he walks behind them, staring at their ASSets. "Who first, hmmm… ladies? Would you like to chip in?"

The two luscious unicron mares each raise their asses up, pushing it toward Bathspounge and, unintentionally, each other's asses: the two juicy booties squish like a papaya sandwich with Bathspounge's thriving stallionhood as the papaya and the two buts as the bread.

"Woah! Ladies, ladies please, there's plenty enough Spounge to go around."

The mares refuse to listen and ram their bits back against him with much ferocity.
Bathspounge supposes that booty is booty, after all.

Twilight is the mare for fucking!
this known to him, Bathspounge begins trucking:
bellows his dick deep into her snatch:
which doth snatch, his dick:
greedily: the wants of mares
for Bathspounge's growth
downstairs.
Rarity doth grow impatient for Spounge's growth:
but it chooses another butt, that butt of Twilight Sparkle.
Sparkle, such as the moistness of waiting, wanting slit of mare in question.
Matched in need and want of filling is that of another filly:
Rarity, the mare in question, matches Spounge in hair's formation
but not in that of desire for each other.
And of that stallion, as his dick doth break the seal of Twilight's womb
the cervix, guard of wettened tomb,
he feels a fire in bowel burning, as his balls begging a'churning:
He knows the cum will soon at hand,
but 'fore that purge of man-malade,
he must make peak of Twilight's pleasure,
then he will have pleasure:
to pump with his liquid children,
thousands, hundreds, millions, trillions!

But 'fore this come to pass:
he cum, he pass,
out hero, Spounge, must make haste,
and slam hip to hip with speed, not grace,
and once she makes her final moan, her face a'pressed a'gainst the floor,
Bathspounge will then be free
to coat her guts with creamy cream.
And on to second mare he pass
slam his dick betwix her ass:
each cheek doth caress as if it mean to impress.
It does impress, and Spounge takes notice,
of his partner for this coitus:
her supple curves and toned features
he simply must go deeper.
Pulls back, then thrusts right in
this mare will be his by day's end.
She moans and screams as taken roughly,
Not to admit, but loving roughly.
Preference from a younger age,
product of past sexcapades?
As she is taken now,
question to thought, how?
How is he this well hung?
How long 'till he is done?
How will I survive this mess?
Is that his him bulging in my chest?!
Shock and horror!
Screams fill the hall!
She was not prepared for this,
Th she knew that he immense,
no anticipation for a penis which is gracing
itself against her sternum:
rutting her through, awfully thorough.
Sex goes on, and on, and on,
for Bathspounge lasts all night long.
Rarity is thus convinced, this stallion will father her kids:
he is so strong,
so smart,
so hung,
he surely must be the one.
She'll have it no other way!
Spounge must cum in her V'jay!
She calls out "Please! Cum in my cunt!" Bathspounge flips her to her front.
He watches her teats bounce round and round;
as that ass, he doth pound.
This sight gets him going fast,
but he's cumming before he leaves her ass!
But Spounge has balls like a bull, and he fills both holes
mighty full.
So as all things, this one doth pass:
Spounge's cream fills womb and ass
Marshmallow packed full of cream:
such as many a brony dream.
Spounge then lays down to rest:
mares are full, yeah, I'm the best.
Then a weight against his chest:
the two unicorns want to repay
what he did for them today.
They're full and pregnant, and as reward,
they will drain him even more.

Rarity takes his head into her mouth as runs her tongue around the flare. Twilight sees her friend taking care of his genitals with her mouth. But what of Spounge's mouth? Twilight climbs farther up Bathspounge and positions her swollen, dripping, achingly full teats over his face.

"Wow honey, what's with all this?" Bathspounge asks as he weighs her spherical teat with his hoof.

"I don't know Bathspounge, I've just always had hyperactive teats," Twilight shrugs. "Is it a problem?"

"No, no," Bathspounge licks his lips, "not at all."

Bathspounge dives in to his marefriend's rack and immediately begins sucking at her nipples. Her boobs are filled to bursting already. The pressure at her nipple causes a huge torrent of milk to burst forth, flooding Spounge with an amount of liquid an actual sponge would have been more qualified to deal with. Bathspounge just swallows it and sucks for more.

Meanwhile, at Bathspounge's dick, Rarity tries as hard as Bathspounge's dick to take Bathspounge's dick down her throat. She gulps as her gag reflex starts around his massive tip, but can't manage to fight it. She vomits a small amount, but it's stopped by his flare, which has plugged her throat. The vomit is forced back down Rarity'a throat, and coats the esophagus below his flare in puke. Rarity takes advantage of the brief respite of her gag to shove her head down farther. Her vomit works as an effective lube and helps her take more of Bathspounge's dick into her. She tries to pull up for air, but finds that she stuck as long as Bathspounge is hard. Which her throat blocked, she'll lose oxygen soon and pass out, or worse, die. Rarity panics and starts hyperventilating, which does nothing but wastes the little air her lungs have to work with. She taps her hoofs on Bathspounge's belly; but he's either too distracted to help her, or actually wants her to pass out on his cock. Rarity's vision starts fading as she fights the losing fight, her muscles going limp and her movements becoming groggy before she loses completely and passes out. The weight of her head slamming down is enough to force the last eighteen inches of Bathspounge down her throat. His tip pops out in her belly and Bathspounge feels very close. It's not as good as an entire pony's throat gagging around him. But the lack of resistance she gives is heaven for a stallion as demanding as Bathspounge.

Bathspounge wraps his legs around the back of Rarity's head and starts relentlessly humping her face. He thrusts into her throat like he's drilling for oil in Alaska: Rarity is as precious as the finite resources of the frozen north, and Bathspounge's cum is as valuable, as thick, and as sticky as crude oil; the main differences being color --to which it is the antithesis-- and flammability --to which I am unsure if its relation--. Twilight keeps on riding Bathspounge face: his tongue probing into her like a child in a backyard thinking he's drilling for oil, yet not realizing that the pressure necessary to condense organic matter into oil typical only occur at deeper elevations, and signs of it seeping to the surface would be extremely noticeable if it could be found in the overburden: fucking idiot, digging up my lawn and shit.

The duet of purple-maned ponies (specifically those reviving oral sex at present --as Rarity could also be included in such a pair, since her mane is purple and her self is present. Thus, this duet is Twilight Sparkle and Bathspounge Von Bathspounhe--) feel their respective orgasms approaching, as well as each other's orgasms: Bathspounge knowing Twilight's by the quivering of her innards, and Twilight know Bathspounge's by the frantically of licking at such innards (AN: Twilight has already had a few orgasms, just being in contact with Bathspounge is ecstasy.). Twilight cums first, and paints Bathspounge's face with mare-goo. Bathspounge cums second, and paints Rarity's face with stallion-goo: if he were at least 7 feet back in the other direction; he's buried deep in her digestive tract, and so he cums inside her. Cumflation occurs to a degree similar of that of Pinkie Pie by the finally if their scene last chapter, but from a single cumshot, rather than a trio.

They all fell asleep: Rarity already being unconscious; Twilight Sparkle being tired from a day if working, and then a night of fucking; and Bathspounge barely being able to stay awake after his tenth cumshot of the day.

The door to the shop rings, someone making their way in, only to bear witness to the mangled pile of thrashed and likely raw genitals lying in a globular heap. Whoever they are, they bare muster a ‘Seriously, again?’, before leaving out the same door they entered no more than moments ago. He needed to stop stumbling upon them like that...

Author's Note

Bathspounge's 10 Cumshots Today (in chronological order):
1: Fluttershy is chapter 5.
2: Luna in chapter 666.
3: Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash in chapter 7.
4: Himself in chapter 7.
5: Pinkie Pie in chapter 8.
6: ^same.
7: ^same.
8: Twilight Sparkle in chapter 9.
9: Rarity in chapter 9.
10: ^same.