I. Start The Clock!!! Go! Go! Go!

PREAMBLE ON PHYSICS AND COSMOLOGY:

Cosmologist Max Tegmark hypothesized that the universe as we know it is but a complex mathematical structure, repeating itself endlessly in infinitely possible solutions, encompassing every possible scenario at once.

I am not a physicist, so if you are interested in this scenario, please read Max Tegmark's book "Our Mathematical Universe" to gain more detailed understanding of the hypothesis in question.

Assuming that MLPVerse also has manifold infinite universes, all containing different realizations of the world as we know it, this story is set in Multiverse #6969.96, popularly known as Futaquestria .96 (to distinguish it from the other Futaquestrias) by some clever wags who have broached the subject in their own explorations.

Now, let us zoom in, through the clouds and the skies of Futaquestria, upon the continent of Equestria, within the streets of Ponyville, on a small Tudor-style cottage two stories high, with white-and-black walls.

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A small bedroom, fussily decorated with blue wallpaper, a big, plush bed with lacy white sheets, a blue blanket, and an oil lamp, half-full. An armoire constructed from cherry wood stands guard at one wall, accompanied by a small, squat bookshelf jam-packed with books, and next to the bed is a small oak night-table, upon an alarm clock, a whiskey flask, and a tumbler sit, as well as an ashtray.

BRIIIIIIIING!!!

The alarm clock started ringing.

A slim arm shot out from under the blanket nearby, slapping the clock off the table.

Then it pulled the blanket back, revealing a fresh-faced girl of about 20 years or so, average in height, with creamy white skin and short-shorn dark amber hair, currently tousled from sleep.

Her naked body is thin, with the shallow curves of bone and firm muscle visible, drawing one's gaze to her large, round white breasts the size of cantaloupes, capped with plump rose-pink nipples, her flat belly trailing downward into a thatch of dark amber hair between her smooth thighs.

Above her belly, her rigid, swollen cock describes a graceful arch, the smooth white skin of her shaft hued pink with the blood suffusing its flesh, the blunt, rounded glans a dark pink color, almost red, the slit at the tip drooling a clear, gooey fluid. Thick veins like cords jut out under the smooth skin of her shaft, pulsing faintly with the girl's heartbeat.

Large, smooth white testes like eggs, only twice the size, nestled between the girl's thighs, show similar networks of veins under the soft skin.

Before she can roll over, another hand reaches out from the blanket pile - this one with nails tipped in blue-and-white polish. It clamps firmly around the girl's forearm.

"Colgate!" the girl murmurs, sleepily. "I really must get up. It's a big day today."

"Is it reeeeaally, Doctor?" Colgate threw off the blanket, smiling lazily. She was somewhat smaller than the Doctor, shorter in height, more compact, with slimmer hips, heavy white breasts like zeppelins thrusting out at her front, a plump butt - the protrusion jutting out over her trim tummy was anything but small, however, being at best an inch shorter than the Doctor's, but a bit thicker around, with a fearsomely swollen pink glans almost touching her tits. Her hair was strewn about her shoulders and back, giving her the look of a nubile young goddess. "You always say that!"

"It always is. Anything could happen. Really," the Doctor said, wriggling free of Colgate's grasping fingers, and rolling over - baring the peach-like, plush curves of her asscheeks. One, of course, bore an hourglass mark.

"And anyway, I have summons from Princess Celestia..."

"Princess Celestia? Wow! We're gonna see the Princess today? You shoulda said something earlier!"

Dr. Whooves ruffled Colgate's white-and-blue hair in a friendly manner, and then sat up with a yawn, stretching her arms over her head. "I did tell you."

She bent down, reaching under the bed and feeling around a little. "Ah!" Dr. Whooves straightened, producing a small, flat tin box. She opened it, took out a small jar filled with fluffy green stuff covered in crystals, and a tightly wrapped cigar. The label on the cigar wrapping read "MANEHATTAN MASTERS".

"When?" Colgate demanded.

"Last night." Dr. Whooves unwrapped the cigar, licked it briefly, wincing at the bitter tobacco taste, and then peeled the leaf off.

"I don't remember."

"Honestly, Colgate," Dr. Whooves said, mildly, cracking the cigar open. She dumped the tobacco inside out the bedroom window. She opened the jar, taking out a finger-sized bud of the crystally green stuff, and pinched it between her fingers, grinding it up into bits. When it was quite full, she began rolling the cigar back together, sealing it with a lick. Then she licked the cigar leaf, which she had carefully kept, and then wrapped THAT around the cigar. She took out her Sonic Screwdriver, enabled the Lighter function, and produced a tiny tongue of flame, which she then began to bake the freshly rolled cigar with.

"Was it before or after the consultation with the Wonderbolts?" Colgate inquired, bouncing up as well.

Dr. Whooves snickered. "Consultation?" She lit the blunt and inhaled deeply, the tip glowing a bright orange, like a staring eye.

"...that's what it was, wasn't it?" Colgate said, a tinge of red rising in her face.

"Not after you exploded all over one of their star members, it wasn't," Dr. Whooves said, while exhaling thick white smoke. She coughed, put a hand to her breast, and coughed again.

Colgate's flush deepened. She crossed her arms under her breasts, lifting her melons up and outward. "She liked it!"

"Which brings us to my next point, dear Colgate. An orgy and a consultation are two entirely different things."

Further debate was interrupted as another girl entered the room. She was practically the twin of Colgate, except her hair was blonde-and-white, and her eyes had bright pink irises.

She was wearing a Canterlot Maid's regalia, except it was much too small to contain her bulging breasts, and, of course, her tumescent cock, forcing her to let the bulky pillar of smooth white flesh peek out over the front of her dress.

"Don't you ever knock, Palmolive?" Colgate said, with a cute pout, sticking out her lower lip.

Dr. Whooves attempted to calm Colgate down by offering her the blunt. Colgate accepted gratefully and took a huge hit. She half-lidded her eyes, wisps of smoke seeping from her mouth, before she let out her breath in a whoosh of smoke. Immediately she began coughing profusely, wheezing a little. "Dr. Whooves, your Gallifrey weed is too dank," she whispered weakly, before taking another, smaller, hit.

Palmolive brushed Colgate's question off entirely. "Why should I? At any rate, you two really must get up! I've been running the bath for over a half hour now, and adding just enough bubble bath was really hard work..."

Palmolive strode over to the bed, hands on her hips, standing over the two. "Give me that," she said irritably, as Colgate went off into another fit of coughs. She intercepted the blunt and began taking short, sharp hits off it, while flaring her nostrils and exhaling through them.

"Yes, wanking off does tend to tire one out," Dr. Whooves observed, drily, the white sclera of her eyes taking on a light red tinge, the lids lowering ever so slightly.

Palmolive blushed furiously. Colgate bounced over to her, sitting up with a mischievous grin. She planted her hands on the bed, kicked her long, smooth legs up in the air, and trapped Palmolive's swollen pink glans between the arches of her feet.

"Colgate, don't. She'll soap up the whole bedroom," Dr. Whooves admonished her gently. She poured herself a glass of whiskey and tossed it back, squeezing her eyes shut as the liquor burner her mouth and throat. "Mother of Celestia, that's spicy," she muttered to herself, snatching the blunt away from Palmolive and taking a long, soothing hit from it. Her futacock twitched upward, throbbing with the warm waves of euphoria the smoke sent pouring through her body. Her nipples reddened and swelled visibly, stiffening upon her round white breasts.

"Hey! You ever wonder how come Palmolive's soap is safe to drink? Regular soap makes my stomach hurt if I even so much as taste a drop!" Colgate pretended not to hear Dr. Whooves's admonishments, as she squeezed Palmolive's glans with her blue-and-white nailed toes.

"Certain soaps are edible, Colgate," Dr. Whooves explained.

Palmolive shut her eyes, clasping her hands together as a moan rose from her throat. Her cock gave a lurch between Colgate's arches, the glans throbbing as it squirted clear pink fluid over Colgate's feet.

"Ew...bubble bath precum," Colgate said, pretending to be disgusted.

"I did tell you," Dr. Whooves said. "Now you'll slip when you walk."

"Lick me clean!"

"No!" both Palmolive and Dr. Whooves said, at the same time.

"And anyway, you haven't had your bath yet. They're probably all sweaty," Palmolive added, scrunching her eyebrows in disgust.

Colgate pouted. "Meeeeh." She withdrew her legs from Palmolive and swung her feet back and forth.

"That reminds me," Dr. Whooves said, standing up and striding over to the door. "I'm dying for a piss," she told them, matter-of-factly.

"You see, Colgate? You kept the Doctor waiting long enough already!" Palmolive said. "Allow me to help, Doctor! It'll only be a moment!"

Both of them left Colgate in the bedroom. Colgate scrambled off the bed. "Hey! No fair! I wanna help, too! Waiiiiiiit!"

She sprinted over to the door, skidding a little, and followed them out.

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Colgate and Palmolive gripped the Doctor's rigid length in their hands, forcing it at a somewhat downward angle.

With a low grunt, the Doctor let fly with a radiant stream of golden liquid, her cock twitching in the grip of the two girls.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." Dr. Whooves gave a soft sigh of contentment, and shut her eyes, spreading her thighs ever so slightly.

Palmolive shivered, licking her lips. Sensing an opportunity, Colgate let go of the Doctor's length.

"Colgate!" Palmolive snapped. The Doctor, engulfed in the pleasure of urination, did not notice.

Colgate swiped a finger along Palmolive's tautly stretched frenulum, forcing a gasp of surprise out of her.

Palmolive's hands and arms shook. Suddenly, she let go of the Doctor's cock. It sprang upward, slapping Dr. Whooves's breasts.

Gold urine sprayed all over the ceiling. Dr. Whooves snapped her eyes open at the discordant splashing sounds, and frowned at the two girls.

"You two are incorrigible! I have told you before..."

"Palmolive let go," Colgate said, quickly,

"You made me!" Palmolive said.

"Did not," Colgate shot back. She glanced up at the spots on the ceiling. "Ugh...it'll start to smell, too. It's a hot day," Colgate said.

Palmolive brightened up. "Not if I can help it! Colgate, I'm going to need to need a hand..."

Colgate knelt down in front of Palmolive, wrapping her fingers around Palmolive's rigid shaft. She grinned up at Palmolive, pumping her hands up and down. "Like this?"

Palmolive half-lidded her eyes, placing her hands on the sink, arching her back as waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body, giving her a shake. "Ahn~....yes, that's it..."

Colgate bent forward and lapped at Palmolive's huge, swollen pink glans with her tongue, bathing it with her saliva. She thrust her tongue at Palmolive's sensitive spots, forcing moans and gasps of pleasure from the girl.

Colgate pressed her lips against the underside of Palmolive's cock, slurping up the clear, gooey liquid bubbling out of the slit at the tip.

Palmolive rolled her hips back and forth, swaying her plump butt, gasping. "Nnnnh....ah...oooh....that feels good...!"

Colgate narrowed her eyes, readying the finishing blow. She mashed her lips against the slit at the tip of Palmolive's glans. The rubbery slit drooled against her mouth, gooey liquid with a slightly sweet, cherry-like flavor tickling her tongue.

Then she thrust her tongue into the slit.

"Ohhhhh! OOOOOH! Oh! Ah! Ah! Hya~!"
Palmolive's eyes rolled back up, her mouth lolling open, saliva rolling down her lips, a shiver rolling down her spine. Her hands shook as she gripped the sink as if for dear life.

Colgate pulled away from Palmolive's glans just in time before a thick gout of hot white cream blasted out of her twitching, throbbing length, showering the ceiling and wall in layers of soapcum.

Palmolive sweated and twitched and moaned in the grips of orgasm, before collapsing back against the sink, her butt hitting the sink cupboard doors with a bump. The ropes of cum erupting from her cock dwindled to spurts, then drips, and then mere pearls of cum dribbling from her cumslit.

Dr. Whooves brought them both back into the present with a positively theatric clearing of her throat. "That will do," she said.

Colgate stood up, rubbing soapcum from her mouth. "*Hic* 'scuse me. Some got in my throat," she explained, as she burped up a soap bubble.

"Sorry," Palmolive gasped, breathing heavily. She propelled herself off the sink, attempting to act as though nothing had happened. "I'll rinse that off! You two had better have your bath! Especially you, Colgate. You're all wet." She chuckled at her own small joke, and began soaking a washcloth with water from the sink.

"Sure thing, sis! C'mon, Doctor!" Colgate said, before hopping in the bathtub.

Dr. Whooves heaved a small sigh, folding her arms under her heavy breasts. "Colgate, you're certainly a handful."

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After much splashing, with Palmolive finding herself having another bath quite without intending to - clothes and all - the Doctor and her colleagues were brushing their teeth, or at least attempting to begin doing so.

It was Colgate's turn to be molested now, and she was making it quite difficult.

"Hmph! I don't pop as quickly as you do! You'll have to do better than that."

Colgate licked her lips, and tried to grin at Palmolive as she said this, but the effect was ruined by her quivering futa-cock squirting Palmolive's face with sticky, minty-fresh precum. Her face was flushed, dripping with sweat.

"If we're ever going to brush our teeth, Palmolive, you really must squeeze it out of her." Dr. Whooves was toweling herself dry with a large, fluffy blue towel as she watched the proceedings.

"I'm...trying....my arms are getting tired..." Palmolive puffed, squeezing Colgate's swollen cock in her hands, pumping it along its length from root to tip.

"It's not that large!" Colgate huffed.

"Colgate, remember that she was up here for a while making the bubble-bath for us. Between hers and yours, her hands really have been quite busy," Dr. Whooves reasoned with her. "Palmolive, scootch aside, would you? I'll give it a try."

Colgate's eyes widened. She attempted to wiggle away from Dr. Whooves. "W-Wait a minute! I'm doing fine with Palmolive! She just needs-"

"There's no time!" Dr. Whooves said. "Hold still! I'll use a very special Gallifreyan technique..."

She knelt down next to Palmolive, throwing the towel around her shoulders like an improptu cape, cupping her melons in her hands - even with her fingers outstretched, they spilled outward from her grasp.

"And...take this!" Dr. Whooves grunted, arching her back forward abruptly. Colgate's shaft plunged right into the Doctor's soft, warm, water-slicked cleavage.

Colgate stiffened abruptly, her jaw dropping, her eyes going wide. "....Nnnngh...! Guh...." She arched, trembling as if shed just been jabbed with an electrified rod.

The Doctor prudently closed her eyes. Palmolive covered her face with her hands.

Colgate's hips rose, her sac pulling tight against her body as her swollen she-cock pulsed eagerly between Doctor Whoove's breasts, bulging along its length as cum rocketed up her shaft - her slick pink glans swelled as the slit at the tip quivered, spitting drops of cum - then a blast of thick blue-and-white goo shot into the air. Colgate groaned and shivered as she ejaculated with every bit of strength she could summon, her mind and nerves melting in her body with white-hot pleasure, her heart hammering like a steam engine at full bore.

"Hyah....ngah.....uhhhhhngh....."

Colgate collapsed against the Doctor, panting, her body soaked in vaguely minty-smelling sweat, her hair sticking to her head, her pert breasts mashing against the Doctor's with each gulp of air she sucked in.

Doctor Whooves winked at Palmolive, who was breathing hard at the show. "Well? Should be enough toothpaste, I reckon," she said.

Author's Note

Yes, this is a lot like a Fanatic Fetish thing.

Palmolive is Colgate's OC sister in this story. Because Colgate and Palmolive are part of the same company, Palmolive makes soap, blah blah blah.

There is no Rule 63 of Dr. Whooves for some reason, so if someone wants to make one for my cover page, that'd be cool. You could also draw Palmolive as well if you want, that's cool too.