Author's Note

Someone said that there should be a clop side-fic of this.
and others said they wanted a sequel too.
I took the weird route and did both.

So here it is. Half clop and half not.
I did this because I'm sure there's some out there that hate lemons.
So don't worry if you wanna skip the other half of this chapter. You won't miss much.

And I'll try my hardest to keep the sex and story balanced.
Rather have storysex than sexsex.

Baking...Time

“YES!”

Every changeling in the cave jumped when Doomie yelled at his crippled queen; Doomie realized this and recollected himself. “Y-Yes, my queen,” He said. “i-it’s true.”

“How disgusting…” His queen replied. “How could you even think of falling in love with a creature such as her?”

Doomie continued staring at her, ignoring all the blue eyes looking at him around the cave. “Because, unlike all of you, our love is real. It isn’t shrouded under a disguise. It’s true love.”

One Changeling snickered. “Yeah, you keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Doomie was about to object, but the queen raised a hoof in the air and yelled, “SILENCE!” The entire hive, Doomie included, jumped; this only made her even more frustrated. “Listen here, Doomie, I don’t care who you love, you are going to help us!”

Doomie darted his eyes across the cave. “W-Why can’t Stan do it!”

Stan glared at him. “I would, but that tree branch didn’t help catch my fall, since it tore off my arm completely.” He pointed at his missing arm, then to his injured right eye. “And the rocks did not help my fall when I landed head first in em’.”

The queen groaned. “And if I could feel my back legs, I’d go to Canterlot myself, same with the rest of my children.” Chrysalis waved her arm across the air, pointing at each changeling in the cave, all of them missing a limb or had a bandage coated body. “You’re the only one who isn’t injured and you’re telling us you won’t do it!”

Doomie bit his lip, knowing this wouldn’t end well, but after realizing what his life had been like, he knew his kind didn’t deserve any remorse. “No…” He said coldly, making some siblings in the room gasp. Doomie ignored this and continued. “This place is nothing but a slave driving prison...I, for one, am glad that I’m leaving this place, so, you can take your treaty and stick it up your-

Chrysalis hung her head. “So that’s it, you’re going to...LEAVE US!?” She ended in the darkest tone possible.

Doomie stood his ground. “Yes, Chrysalis, I am. I don’t want to live here. I’ve realized just how you treat us, just like a piece of trash. Well, I’m not gonna stand for it!” Doomie sat down and crossed his arms. “See, no standing.”

One big changeling snickered. “Heh, I get it…”

Chrysalis slammed her hoof on the ground, causing a crack and making Doomie raise a hoof to his chest. “You...a-are you questioning my orders…”

Doomie gulped, swallowing a bit of fear doing so. “Y-Yeah, I-I think I am.”

“Ooooh…” One changeling whispered. “He gon get et.”

“G-Get what?” Doomie asked stupidly.

Chrysalis gritted her teeth and stood on her two front legs. “GUARDS!” She yelled with a glowing horn.

Doomie didn’t have time to react as two changelings tackled him to the ground. He struggled but he knew he wasn’t strong. “Grr...rah! L-Lemmy go!” He yelled, only to get thrown right in front of the queen. Doomie then felt pressure once the queen grabbed him by his neck.

Chrysalis stared right at him, her eyes glowing red with only a black slit. “You had a choice, child, you could’ve helped your hive, now, you will pay the price.”

Doomie couldn’t feel the ground anymore, his looked down to see his legs were now dangling. He strained to get out of the queens grip, but it was now use. All he could do was look right in her eyes and see her horn glow brighter and brighter.

“Now...you die…” Chrysalis flared up her horn and, point blank, blasted Doomie. All he could do was watch and cry out in pain as the green blast came right at him.

“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

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“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaah...hah..ah...hu-huh w-what?”

Doomie looked around to see he wasn’t in a cave anymore, nor were there any of his siblings around or his queen trying to kill him He looked down to see he was sleeping in a bed and that his hoof was clinging to his chest, feeling a rapid heartbeat and his breath going into overdrive. He moved his hoof away and groaned, knowing this wasn’t the first time this had happened to him, that he had a catapult nightmare.

“That’s the third time this week.” He said while dragging his hooves down his face. “Why can’t it just...oh..uh…” Doomie then realized that he probably wasn’t the only one who was awake. He turned to his right and said, “S-sorry, Pinkie...I-I guess I just can’t...can’t...Pinkie?” Doomie lifted the covers to see that there was no Pink pony under them, He looked around the dark room to see a door slightly open with a light peaking through. “Oh...nice goin’ Doomie...you scared her off…”

He grumbled to himself and got out of bed, falling out seconds later from the covers being caught in his legs, he twisted and turned until the blanket set him free, making him stumble out the door and hit the wooden floor. He groaned again and got up on all fours. “Stupid bed...why must it be so comfortable.”

Doomie rubbed his eyes and decided that finding Pinkie was more important than sleeping right now. “I hope she’s not mad…” He turned to the stairs and slowly trotted his way down them, wincing at every creaking sound he made.

He finally reached the bottom and looked to his right to see a light coming out of the kitchen. “Baking at this time of night?” Doomie said to himself. He slowly crept his way to the side of the entrance and peered around the corner to see a poofy, pinkie tail wagging in the air behind a counter top, it took Doomie’s eyes seconds before they fell down to a pink flank with three balloons on it.

Doomie cocked his head, still staring at his marefriend’s flank, almost in a trance as it continued bouncing about. He could feel the blood rush to his wings, but his mind only cared about Pinkie’s backside still shaking at him.

It wasn’t long before Pinkie finally turned around and faced Doomie with a pan in her mouth, making Doomie snap out of his trance. “Oh, hey Doomeh.” Pinkie said through the panhandle, spitting it out on the countertop. “What are you doing up so late?”

Doomie cleared his throat and tried to ignore the fact that he was staring at her flank for the past thirty seconds. “U-uh...I-I should be asking you the same question..heh...eh…”

Pinkie only smiled, oblivious to why Doomie was blushing, or why his wings were standing up. “I couldn’t sleep, so, I decided whip up something to eat.” She tilted her head. “Did I wake you?”

“Wha- No, I-I thought I woke you up from me...well…” Doomie turned away. “Y-yelling.”

“Yelling? But you weren’t-” Pinkie held her hooves over her mouth. “Oh...oh no...D-Did it happen again?” Doomie hung his head in response. “Oh...poor buggy.” Pinkie walked up to him and pulled him in for a hug, Doomie was surprised at first, but quickly returned the favor by nuzzling the side of her face and wrapping his wings around her. “What was this one about?” She asked.

“My family…” He answered. “And how they hate me for leaving the hive...especially my queen...she was a real bi-”

“This is getting worse, Doomie.” Pinkie interrupted. “First you’re constantly nervous when you go out, then you act so scared when you’re with the cakes, and now you’re having nightmares?” Pinkie went eye to eye with him while continuing her embrace. “This isn’t normal, Doomie.”

“I know, Pinkie!...I-I know...” Doomie pulled away and put his hooves on the table. “It’s times like this that I wish that one alicorn could help...y-ya know, the blue one.”

“Luna?” Pinkie asked.

“Yeah, that one. Doesn’t she, like, go through dreams or something? I read about some of that it Pony Society 302. It said something about some mare going crazy and killing ponies after she found out they hated her through their dreams.” Doomie waited for an answer, but all he got was a dropped jaw from Pinkie. “What?”

Pinkie rapidly shook her head. “D-Doomie, that’s not what happened! She just didn’t like how ponies-”

“You sure, it was in a book. And last time I checked, books never lie.”

“Doomie, books don’t-”

“I mean, if your books say changelings are monsters who find lost ponies and harvest them for food and being nothing but mindless drones whose only thought is to serve their queen is something a pony wrote, then our books must be true too, right?” Doomie was hoping Pinkie knew where he was getting at with this.

Pinkie looked away. “Doomie...I know you were mad when we found that out in Twi’s home, b-but it doesn’t mean it’s true.”

Doomie sighed. “I know it’s not true, but some ponies think that; same with how we thought that alicorns are tyrants...though, that was more of a story from brothers.”

“But she’s not bad anymore, she’s nice, and she helps ponies through their dreams now.”

“Yeah, well I wish she’d help more than ponies...I-I mean, what about the other creatures, they have bad dreams too, why can’t she help them?”

“I’m sure she can’t help everypo- or...every creature out there, that’d be too much for her.”

Doomie closed his eyes. “But my dreams need help. My first dream was about how I was blasted away like the rest of my family, hearing so many sounds of death around me, the next one was you leaving me for some weird accordion playing pony, another was about me and my brothers getting the snot beat out of us from that rainbow haired friend of yours, another about a crossed eyed one doing it, and now it’s about my family trying to kill me.” He slumped on the counter. “For all I know, the next one’s probably gonna mix them all together.”

Pinkie slumped right next to him. “Come on, Doomie, cheer up. I’m sure there’s something that can help you.”

Doomie sighed. “There’s nothing I can think of that can help me. There wasn’t really any remedies of helping a changeling relax at the hive.” He moved away from the table and faced Pinkie. “M-Maybe there’s something ponies do that helps them unstress?”

Pinkie blinked. “Unstress, ey?” Pinkie tapped her chin. “Well, Rarity does relaxation sessions with Fluttershy over at the spa.”

“You mean that really hot place with the mares that touch every part of your body.” Doomie shivered. “I’d...rather not even think about going there.”

“What? You hate ponies touching you?”

“Well, not all ponies…” Doomie stepped forward and blushed.

Pinkie laughed. “Do-Mie! Is your brain always in the gutter?”

“It’s not always in the gutter.” Doomie looked up innocently. “It can be in other places.”

Pinkie only rolled her eyes and rubbed her nose against his. “You just need some help is all.” She backed up and pulled out a notebook and pen behind her back. “Let’s start with questions. Number one, do you have any ideas for what’s causing all of this?”

Doomie thought about that without worrying about how Pinkie pulled out a notebook behind her. He had gotten so use to Pinkie’s antics that he didn’t even try to question it anymore. “Well,” Doomie patted his hoof once. “there’s been a lot of stuff happening this month, from you guys being friends with El Discortalantilo after he-”

“It’s just Discord, Doomie.” Pinkie said while scribbling notes. “Why did you keep calling him that anyway?”

“Uh...n-no reason.” Doomie could still remember the stories of that creature and how it kept him and many of his other brothers and sisters up at night. “A-Anyway, f-first you’re being friends with him, then you multiply!”

Pinkie giggled. “That was pretty fun, wasn’t it?”

Doomie shook his head. “I don’t get why your friends didn’t listen to me when I was telling them you were the real you.” He turned away. “And I still don’t get why watching some liquid dry on a wall proved it was you.”

“Probably a fan service, and It worked, didn’t it?” She stepped closer, remembering how Doomie acted during that event. “And I think I saw a nose bleed from how many Pinkie’s were around you~”

Doomie blushed. “I-It was dry outside...a-and having a lot of Pinkies coming straight at you is kinda...unsettling…”

“I could see your wings from a mile away, Doomie.” She poked him. “You were so turned on! Weren’t you?”

Doomies wings went up again. “I-I was not! I was just really surprised to see multiple clones of my marefriend come at me…” He gulped, almost seeing flashbacks of Pinkie hair and fur surrounding him and cloned Pinkies having their ways with-

“What’s that mean?” Pinkie raised an eye. “You really didn’t tell me why you were under my bed when I came back home after all of that.”

“I-I really don’t wanna talk about it…” Doomie hugged himself and shivered.

Pinkie just rolled her eyes and wrote more notes. “What else?”

Doomie scuffed the ground. “T-There was that time you went with your friend on the mission or something...” He grabbed her by her shoulders “I was worried sick for you.”

“All I did was encounter crystal ponies and seeing a giant smoke monster who was originally the king of that place trying to come back and take it, only to be destroyed by us once the ponies powered up the crystal and blasted him into pieces.” Pinkie smiled with her pen stuck on the side of her mouth.

Doomie blinked. “Uh...w-what?”

Pinkie patted his head. “Oh, nothing you need to think about now. Anyways, what else?”

Doomie tapped his chin. “There was that one weird pony who showed up and put a glass dome over this town. I Still don’t know what happened to her, I thought for sure the town would find that pony and get revenge on the mare or something…”

Pinkie shrugged. “Ponies can be forgiving at times, plus, I’m pretty sure they didn’t have enough time for it.”

Doomie nodded. “Yeah, probably...At least you can talk again...Oh yeah! Then there was that time when those wood wolves were coming in and almost killing that orange friend of yours, luckily, I spoke their native tongue to help you guys out just in time.”

“What did you say to them anyway.”

Doomie saluted. “I said: Вы можете съесть ее позже, просто не сейчас , ладно?”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “I know that, but what were you really saying.”

“Oh...uh, j-just to leave your friend alone...h-heh...yeah…”

“How did you know that’s how they talked?”

Doomie shrugged. “It just comes natural, you’d be surprised by the languages those creatures say, especially the DD’s...heheh...Qué montón de idiotas.”

“What?”

“N-nothing! nothing…”

Pinkie just scribbled more in her notebook. “Anyways, is there anything else that might’ve caused it?”

Doomie crossed his arms. “Your friend growing a pair of wings for some weird reason after your booty mark changed might be another reason.”

Pinkie laughed. “Really?, you’re still calling them booty marks?”

“Well, your booty does look pretty nice.” Doomie immediately clamped his mouth shut with his hoof, hoping Pinkie didn’t hear that, but that hope was crushed when Pinkie raised an eye.

“Aw, thanks Doomie. Your flanks pretty nice too.”

“Um…” Doomie looked at his backside, unable to understand how it was attractive, in fact, he wasn’t sure how anything on his body would be considered attractive. “t-thanks?

Pinkie giggled and scribbled more into her notebook. Doomie watched on in amazement. “How can you write with your mouth so fast?”

Pinkie smiled. “Lots of practice.” She raised her eyebrows twice before going back to writing. Doomie only waited and hoped she was just joking. “Alright, Doomie. After writing down all of this, I think I know just the answer.”

“R-Really? What is it?”

Pinkie looked over her notes. “Maybe you should take a look.” She gave the notebook to him, his wings going back up the second he looked at it.

Doomie saw pages and pages of him and her either making out or in positions that made him tilt the page to the side in an attempt to figure it out, when he turned the page again, a three-way folded page came out, making Doomie blush. “Pink-IE!” Doomie said, closing the book and tossing it on the table.

Pinkie giggled. “Hey, that’s the only thing I can think of. You’re stressed out, you don’t want some spa treatment, and I seriously doubt a walk would help calm you down.” She walked to the other side of him, blocking the exit. “You need to relax...Pinkie Pie style~”

Doomie covered his face, feeling how hot it was. “But Pinkie, we never even get the chance, d-do you know how many times we get interrupted! From your friend, Rango Crash, commin’ in through the window to the cakes walking in...e-even seeing your pet in the room only makes it worse.”

“Doomie, I’m pretty sure no one else is up.” Pinkie quickly stood over him, her body only inches away from his. “It is the middle of the night, you know; just you, me, and pastries.”

The changeling blushed even more when she grabbed him by the sides of his flank and pulled him. Doomie just yelped and brought his hooves up to her chest. “L-L-Listen, Pinkie...I-It’s not just about others watching…”

“Then what is it?” Pinkie asked with lidded eyes.

“I-It’s more about...well, how? I-I really have no idea how to do...well, it. F-from what you said, hugging and kissing is just the first part.”

Pinkie went in and nuzzled the side of his face. “Then let me walk you through the steps.” She whispered.

“O-Okay…” Doomie felt extremely nervous. He could feel the sweat dripping from all around his body. “W-Why isn’t she nervous?” Doomie thought. “I-It’s like she’s done it befo-” Doomie let that thought sink in before he asked. “Pinkie, h-have you done this before?”

Pinkie went nose to nose with him. “You’re the only one who’s been in a relationship with me, and, unlike some other ponies I know, I don’t throw my body around for others, I want my first time to be special, with someone I care about, someone who loves me back, and someone who’s not afraid, right?”

Doomie only looked down, seeing that his hooves were still on her chest and feeling something rush down his waist. “I-I’m...well, a-afraid is a strong word…”

“Then are you nervous?” Pinkie asked, thinking she already knew the answer.

Doomie sighed, still feeling something build up on some part of his body. “Y-Yeah, I am...b-but why aren’t you?”

“Because I know how to do it, silly buggy, unlike you, who failed almost all his love classes.” Pinkie said with a smile.

“Hey! I passed some classes...bearly...a-and the one’s I passed were important.”

Pinkie kissed him, making his his ears, wings, and something else stand straight up. Pinkie leaned in even more and whispered. “Just relax and try not to-AH!”

“W-What?” Doomie said, but he quickly knew the answer when he looked back down, seeing what else was up and currently poking Pinkie. He yelped and quickly pushed away from her, putting his hooves down between his legs in an attempt to cover his now, hardened member. “A-A-u-uah..u-uh...P-P-Pinkie...I-I wasn’t...er...I was...I-I can’t...gyuh?”

“W-Was that your...o-oh...oh…” Pinkie couldn’t help but look right at what Doomie was trying to cover, Doomie did the same and tried even harder to hide it, but the holes in his arms were making it rather difficult, and he could still feel some blood rushing right at his lower half. “D-Doomie...”

Doomie just sighed, knowing full well what he just did, he practically violated her in the worse way possible, and he was certain this was probably not the first step in sex. “I-I’m sorry...i-it’s just that...y-ya know...w-with you talking like that and...y-your body against mine and...a-and other-”

“W-Why wasn’t that like that before?”

Doomie looked up at her, unsure as to why she asked that instead of calling him an outright perv. “W-why wasn’t what?”

Pinkie walked forward. “When we were in the dumpster, y-you know, up in Canterlot?”

Doomie knew all too well what she was talking about. “Uh...y-yeah, what about it?”

“Why didn’t you get hard their?”

“Get hard?” Doomie tilted his head. “What’s that mean.”

It was Pinkie’s turn to be nervous when she realized he didn’t know anything about sex terms. “It means that your...well, ‘you know what’ is stiff as a rock.” She pointed down. “Just like it is right now.”

Doomie continued trying to hide it, but his hooves constantly touching it weren’t helping. “O-Oh! U-Um…” Doomie gulped and tried to remember just why he wasn’t like this in the dumpster. “Y-You see, when a changeling feeds, I-It’s blood doesn’t go straight down, i-it goes around the rest of the body and helps get the love pouring it in order to help with the rest of the system...a-at least, I think that’s why my third stem wasn’t like this.”

Pinkie laughed. “‘Third stem?’ Is that what you guys call it?”

Doomie face was pure red at that point. “I-It’s just what some brothers call it, s’better than calling in a fertilizerer.”

“‘Fertilizer...er?’” Pinkie said, her eyes still making contact with his poorly hid member. “That’s what you call a penis?”

“Uh...I’m guessing that’s your term...o-or something?” Doomie felt very embarrassed at this point, first he was hiding his ling-hood away from her, and now she was asking all sorts of questions about it.

Pinkie was beginning to feel embarrassed about this too, she finally took her eyes off of Doomie and scratched the back of her neck. “Y-Yeah, that’s what ponies call it, b-but why do you call it that?”

Doomie shrugged. “Well, that’s what this thing does, it fertilizes the eggs so they could hatch.”

Pinkie was curious. “How’s that work.”

“I-I’d really rather not go into detail, you seeing it hitting stage two is bad enough.”

“Stage two?” Pinkie looked back down again. “What’s that mean?”

“I-I just means it’s...well, like this, waiting for the next step.”

Pinkie took another step toward him. “Which is?”

Doomie gulped. “Uh...y-ya know...i-i-it’s when changelings just...g-gets the fertilizer out and have it brought to the eggs where they begin the process of hatching.”

“Do the eggs come from the females?” Pinkie started becoming more confused by the second.

Doomie shook his head. “They come from the queen, the female changelings are in charge of taking care of them.”

Pinkie tried piecing all this together. “But I thought nothing comes out of you changelings?”

“I never said that...I just said waste doesn’t come out...a-and I’d rather not talk about what comes out of a fertilizerer out in public, e-especially to your friend.”

Pinkie leaned down, making Doomie fiddle even more with his still hard member. “S-So where does it come from?”

“What? The stuff for the eggs?” Pinkie nodded. “Oh! T-That comes from the bottom part of the fertilizerer. I-It’s just stored there until it’s ready to..well, come out.” Doomie was feeling a little bit less uncomfortable than he was before, but what Pinkie asked next made him right back to where he was.

“C-Can I see it?”

“W-W-What!?” Doomie said, now using his legs to hide it even more.

“Come on, Doomie. I just wanna see it, this is one of the parts doing the dirty, Doomie.”

Doomie looked away. “Nice aliterations, but I’d rather not have anyone else but me see this thing, I remember the last time someone saw this thing.”

“Who, another mare?”

“W-Wha...N-No! n-nononono...I-It wasn’t a mare...i-it was my siblings.”

“Oh...well, that’s gotta be embarrassing.”

Doomie closed his eyes. “It was, and the fact that they laughed only added to the experience.”

“They laughed?” Pinkie tried seeing it again, but Doomie continued keeping his arms and legs in front of it. “Was it too small?”

“Small? No...it was big, way bigger and more freakier than the others.” Doomie frowned. “They called me big stem and fertilargererer for weeks after that…”

Pinkie blushed. “Big?” Pinkie put a hoof in front of him, making him yelp. “Alright, I have to see this.”

“B-But Pinkie, y-you’ll just-”

“I promise I won’t laugh, trust me, if you call it big, then it’s good.”

Doomie legs stopped being tence. “I-It’s good?”

Pinkie nodded. “Yeah, i-it doesn’t matter about the size, but big is pretty nice...so...if you could...you know.” Pinkie slid her hooves closer, making Doomie tense up again.

“A-Alright. Alright...j-just let me do it…” Doomie waited for her hoof to back away before he started moving, he slowly spread his legs before he looked down again. With a big breath, he slowly held his front legs up to his chest, his rod now in full display and pointing right at Pinkie.

“Woah…” Was all Pinkie could say when she saw the long, black member stick out of him. She blinked when she saw it twitch

“I-I know, it’s hideous, isn’t it?” Doomie moved his hooves to the ground again, this time behind his back.

Pinkie continued staring. “What? No...Doomie, this looks just like...well, like a stallion’s.”

Doomie cocked his head. “It does?”

Pinkie went closer to it, causing Doomie to tense up again. She was still surprised by how much it looked like a pony’s. “Yeah, it really looks like one.”

“W-What about the size?”

Pinkie didn’t notice that her face was getting more red the longer she looked at Doomie’s fifth leg. “U-um...y-yeah...t-the size...i-it’s...well…”

“Well what?” Doomie was becoming concerned at this point, thinking this wasn’t the best idea.

“I-It’s...perfect.” Pinkie laid her hooves on his legs, making him yelp and flinch in surprise.

Doomie continued sitting with his legs spread out and his member pointing right at her, his face was just as red as hers. “I-It is?” He stuttered.

Pinkie nodded, unable to turn away. “Yeah...it is…”

Doomie leaned back, feeling the counter wall on his wings, which were still standing straight up. He gulped and started fidgeting. “S-So...I-I’m guessing we’re past part two then?”

“Yeah...we are.” Pinkie moved her hooves across his legs until they were on his thighs. Doomie was trying his best to hold still, not knowing what the next part in this was.

“W-What are you doIING?” Doomie yelped as Pinkie’s hooves made contact with his member, making him move his hooves to his chest again. He darted his blue eyes around the room, hoping no one else was seeing this. Pinkie didn’t seem to care as she slowly wrapped her right hoof around his rod, causing Doomie to gasp and stay stiff. “P-Pinkie?”

Pinkie rested her hoof on the tip of Doomie’s fertilizerer. “Doomie,” She finally looked at him in the eyes. “B-before I do this...I need to ask you something.”

“B-Before you do what?” Doomie started to panic, thinking of hundreds of things that could go wrong with this. “W-What ever it is, w-will it hurt?” He pointed at what Pinkie was still holding. “T-That thing is very sensitive, you know.”

“What do you mean by that?” Pinkie looked back at it and leaned it to the right, making Doomie moan.

“Gyah...w-what I mean is…is that...w-well, h-holding it like that makes me...well...uh…”

“Does it turn you on?” Pinkie said, coming up with more ideas than she could imagine with what she could do with it.

“Turn me on?” Doomie still had no idea what any of these terms meant. “B-But I’m not a lamp...t-that’s what those things are called, right?”

Pinkie decided that a direct approach was necessary for this. “What I mean is that doing this” Pinkie slowly stroked with her other hoof. Doomie gasped as he started getting flashbacks of the stages for the caring of eggs, especially the feeling that he got when he finally reached stage four...the release. “makes you wanna-”

“GYEAAAH!”

Without warning, Doomie’s whole body started to convulse as a blue colored liquid came spurting out of his member. Pinkie was fortunate enough to aim it away from her and toward her right, creating a small blue mess on the floor. She let go as it continued squirting out the substance right in front of her. Pinkie watched in a mixture of shock, surprise, and arousal as Doomie came one more time before his body went limp.

Doomie started sliding down the side of the counter before his head hit the ground, he hung his tongue out the side of his mouth and panted out loud. It didn’t take long for him to crane his head up to see Pinkie looking at his mess. He bended his front legs so he was resting on his elbows, still seeing Pinkie with a dropped jaw. He sighed and said something that made him remember what else his brothers made fun of him for.

“U-Uh...I-I was pretty quick when it came to fertilizing too...heheh….ugh…”