“Listen, Pinkie, I-I’m glad you’re making my dream a reality, b-but I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Why do you say that?”

Doomie looked down at a rock that was plugging up a hole, knowing full well what was under it. “W-Well, I’m sure Twilight put a rock over this for a reason...h-how did you even know it was here in the first place?”

Pinkie shrugged and put her front hooves on the rock. “I dunno, I find a lot of weird stuff. You should see this village that I found out here.”

Doomie raised an eye. “You mean that village where everyone has the same flankmark? cause that one’s really creepy.”

Pinkie pulled on the rock once, knowing this would be heavy. “They didn’t have any ‘flankmarks’ Doomie. You really need to remember what things are called.”

Doomie rolled his eyes. “I know they’re called cutie marks, but it sounds way too weird for me to say it.” He crossed his arms. “I don’t even see why they’re so important, s’just a mark on your butt.”

Pinkie’s jaw dropped. “It’s not, ‘just a mark’ Doomie, it’s something more than that, it’s what you’re destined to do.”

Doomie thought about that. “Well, that kinda explains why changelings don’t have them, we don’t really have a destiny, in fact, it seems kinda lame to know what your destiny is once you’re born, you don’t even have a choice.”

Pinkie sighed, knowing Doomie didn’t know what he was talking about. “You aren’t born with it, silly, you find it out on your own. Didn’t you pay attention to any of the books Twilight gave you on us.”

Doomie shook his head. “Nope.”

Pinkie sighed and gave the rock another tug. “I’m starting to realize just why you failed your classes.

Doomie didn’t seem to care and continued watching Pinkie pull on the rock. “Anyways, what about you? You never told me about your flank mark. Did you just wake up one morning and realize throwing parties is what you’re destined to do.”

Pinkie stopped pulling and took a breath. “It’s more than parties, Doomie. way more.”

Doomie shrugged. “If you say so.” Doomie then realized something. “Hey, doesn’t that mean you need to find out what you’re good at before hoof?”

Pinkie nodded. “Yup.”

“So, were there things you did to try and figure it out, like, did you try different things or...?”

Pinkie giggled. “Nope, it just happened when it happened. Sometimes you just need to wait for it instead of trying over and over again, rather not get covered in tree sap.”

Doomie didn’t want to ask. “Um...okay, I guess that’s good...do other ponies do that?”

“Get covered in tree sap or try and find cutie marks...or both, in those girls cases?”

“Whose cases? Wait, are you talkin’ about those fillies that almost killed me a a week ago? Because taming changelings aren’t a destiny even I would want.”

“They wouldn’t have killed you. They would’ve just broke a lot of bones, besides, they’re just like that.”

Doomie crossed his arms. “Doubt they’ll be gettin’ a flank mark if they try to-”

“CUTIE mark, Doomie, are you really that embarrassed to call it that?”

“No.” Doomie answered. “I thought it was some formal way of saying it, s’not like we call our queen by her real name in front of her face, she’d hurt us if we did that.”

Pinkie stopped pulling. “She’d hurt you guys?”

Doomie didn’t know why she was so concerned about such a fact. “Uh, yeah, she’d punish us if we did things like that. I remember Sid burning in green flames after backsassing the queen when she was eating a sandwich, that was pretty cool to watch...what?”

Pinkie continued staring in disbelief at Doomie before slowly shaking her head. “It’s things like this that make me glad you're away from that mean queen of yours.”

Doomie shrugged. “Eh, what can you do?”

“Find a new ruler.” Pinkie answered, grabbing the rock and pushing on it.

“Kinda hard to find one since there’s only changeling queen around here.”

“You don’t need a-AH!”

Pinkie was interrupted by the rock finally getting out, or getting in after being pushed too hard, Pinkie going along with it as she fell down. Doomie reacted by screaming her name and flying down with her. Luckily, the only thing that landed on the bottom floor was the rock while Doomie held on to Pinkie in the air, flapping his wings more than ever.

Pinkie’s bottom legs dangled as she was being held by her forearms. She looked up at Doomie to see him straining to have both of them in the air, his teeth and eyes clenched. “Uh, Doomie, you can let go now.”

Doomie opened one eye to see the rock was on the ground instead of falling. He sighed in relief, causing his wings to stop flapping. Fortunately, they were close to the ground when they fell. Unfortunately, Doomie landed first with Pinkie crashing on top of him.

Pinkie managed to get on all fours while Doomie laid right under her. “You okay?” She asked.

“I-I think so.” Doomie continued to lay on his back and look up at Pinkie. “Heads okay, eyes refocused,” He wagged his tail. “tail’s movable,” He licked on one of his fangs. “teeth intact, arms currently immovable due to a pony pinning them to the ground.” He smiled at Pinkie, making her do the same.

“Well, your arms seem okay.” She moved her arms to his chest. “Chest still breathing.” She went lower. “Tummy’s still okay.” She sat up and put both her hooves to his waist. “Waist seems like it’s working.”

“Waists don’t even do that much, Pinkie, they just turn and-” He gasped and quickly looked down, glaring up at Pinkie seconds later. “Really? You checked there before my legs?”

Pinkie blushed and pulled her hooves away. “Alright, I think the body’s ready.” Pinkie got off him and walked to her right.

“Ready?” Doomie got up and trotted over to Pinkie’s side. “Ready for what?...Oh.” He looked down to answer his own question.

In front of them stood a pool, the same pool of water that Pinkie used a few weeks ago, thinking it would help her, only to cause chaos through the entire town. “Told ya it would still be here.” Pinkie said.

Doomie leaned in, seeing his reflection. “So, how’s this thing work, do ya just, dive in or-”

Pinkie shook her head. “Nope, ya just reach in and pull out your clone by while saying-”

Doomie put a hoof over her mouth before she could start. “Listen, Pinkie, a-about this...thing we’re doing.”

Pinkie brushed his hoof away. “I know what I’m doing this time, Doomie. Besides, when second Pinkie gets out and sees you, I’m sure she’ll have the same intention as we do.”

Doomie looked at the pool again, starting to have seconds thoughts about this, his dream may have been a wet one, but it was still weird, especially when the fourth Pinkie went in bed with him. “I know the dream was good and all, b-but-”

Pinkie giggled. “I should know, I was there.” She walked closer to him. “And I heard everything.”

Doomie blushed. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, I-I didn’t hear anything.”

“Oh really? Cause all I heard was constant moaning, my name being said several times, then I heard you telling other Pinkie’s to join you.” She was nose to nose with him. “Sounded to me like you were doing the do with multiple me’s.”

Doomie’s face went even redder before he looked away. “It was just two of them.” Doomie was hoping she would believe that, knowing there were four to five Pinkies in total that rutted him in his dream. “Y-You sure you aren’t mad at this.”

“Mad? Why would I be mad? I think it’s amazing how you dreamt of just Pinkie’s doing you, I thought for sure it would be another mare.”

“All the other mares I got love from hated me once they found out I looked like this.” Doomie looked at himself from his reflection.

Pinkie wasn’t surprised to hear that. Luckily, she knew just what to say. “Doomie, you are the most handsome bug I’ve ever seen. and I don’t see how anyone else could hate you.”

Doomie grinned and hugged her. “You too, Pie...uh...well, besides the bug part.”

They continued their embrace until Pinkie realized something. “Hey, doesn’t this mean you’ll double the amount of love you’ll eat?”

Doomie pulled away and thought about that, he did fake calculations in his head and nodded. “Huh...I think so. Double’s good, and tripple might even be better tasting.”

“Then a three way it is.” Pinkie turned to the pool again, only for Doomie to grab her arm.

“Pinkie, listen, I really am glad that you brought me here for this, but I’m just worried that it might get out of hoof.”

“That’s why we’ll take it slowly this time, and make sure no stray Pinkie wants more Pinkies.”

Doomie looked at the pool again. “Y-You sure the other Pinkie’s won't go too far?”

Pinkie grabbed his arm instead of the other way around. “Tell you what, if it there are too many for one Doomie to handle then we’ll just make more Doomies! How’s that sound?”

Doomie dropped his jaw. “T-That sounds crazy! I have no idea what the other Doomies will do.”

“I’m sure they’ll know what they’re doing too.” Pinkie said, her face now staring into the pool. “Now, are you ready?”

Doomie knew there was no turning back now, he sighed and nodded. “C-Can I at least prepare myself, I’ve only heard of a few changelings that have done this.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes, knowing he was delaying this on purpose. “Fine.”

Doomie immediately turned around and took a deep breath. “Alright, just act calm, you’ve done this before, it’s nothing new, she’s just adding one into the equation, it’s not like it’s gonna be harder for you to-”

“You ready now?”

“You ready now?”

Doomie turned around and yelped, now seeing two of his marefriends in front of him. “P-Pinkie?”

“Yes?”

“Yes?”

“I’m not talking to you.” Doomie pointed at the on on his left before looking at the Pinkie on his right. “I’m talking to the real one.”

Both Pinkies were shocked to hear that. “How do you know she’s the real one?” The left one asked.

Doomie walked up to the real one and looked straight into her eyes. “I can tell by her eyes, she has the same exact features that I remember, unlike you.”

The real Pinkie tilted her head. “Is this how you could tell the difference?”

Doomie nodded. “How do you think we changelings recognize each other. every changeling has a different eye.” He pointed at his clear blue eyes.

Booth Pinkies leaned in, seeing no difference to the one’s at canterlot. “I don’t see it.” the real Pinkie said. “No pun intended.” The second one finished.

Doomie shrugged. “I guess it’s harder for ponies.” He looked at both of them, still a bit weirded out by it.

“Guess so.” The left Pinkie said. “Anyways, you ready?”

The real Pinkie smiled. “Yeah, what Pinkie number two said, you ready?”

“Uh…” Doomie looked back at forth at the two Pinkie’s, both of them had lidded eyes and looked like they would pounce on him at any moment. “Um...d-define ready?” He started backing up, slightly afraid at this point.

The Pinkie’s looked at each other. “You take the right, I’ll take the left.” Pinkie number two said.

“Way way wait, I-I didn’t say I was-”

“But you are ready, Doomie.” The second Pinkie said. “You just don’t know it.”

“T-Then when will I know it?” Doomie asked, the Pinkie’s now on each side of his body.

“Right-”

“Now!”

The second Pinkie leapt on him and pinned him to the cave floor while the real one sat behind her, seeing her target as she spread his legs. Doomie’s eyes went wide, knowing exactly what they were doing. “Ba-But I’m not reHMMPH!” He was silenced by a kiss, causing his eyes to close and his blood to rush to his member.

Before long, Pinkie wrapped her hooves around his hard rod and kissed it’s tip before engulfing her entire mouth into him. The second Pinkie pulled away from the kiss, looking deep into Doomie’s eyes. “You doing alright so far?” She asked.

“I-I dunno…” Doomie looked past her face to see that the real Pinkie was still sucking, he could feel every inch of that tongue as it rolled around his member. “I-I’m just...ooogh..I-i’m…”

“Don’t tell me you’re close already.” The clone Pinkie said.

Doomie took deep breaths, hoping that would delay the inevitable. “S-Sorry,.P-Pinkie two. I-It’s just-”

“Doomie, you need to understand that premature ejaculation is a girl’s worst enemy, and the only way to overcome it is to practice...heh, cum.”

“Practice on what?” Doomie asked, not understanding Pinkie’s pun.

“All you need to do is control.” Pinkie turned around, seeing that the real Pinkie was too preoccupied to listen to them. “Maybe if you experience a lot of it you can...hmmm…”

Doomie was afraid to ask. “E-Experience a lot of what?” The Pinkie on top of him tapped her chin as she turned back to the pool, Doomie knew this would be bad. He started hyperventilating once the clone Pinkie made her way to the pool. “W-Wait...Pah...Pinkie! t-the other...ohmyqueen…” Doomie tried telling the real Pinkie that one of her clones was currently pulling another one out, but she seemed too preoccupied with sucking him off. She even closed her eyes and brought his member deeper in her mouth, a deep throated moan was all it took to make Doomie shut up and start moaning as well.

Once he felt the weight of Pinkie on his stomach, he opened his eyes, seeing that there were now three Pinkie’s, each of them looking at him seductively. “So, what should we do next?” The one in the middle asked.

Doomie looked back and forth, seeing that both his wings were straight out from all the tension. “U-Uh...G-Give Doomie a break?” Doomie suggested, only for the Pinkie’s on his left and right plant their hooves on his wings, making him yelp.

“I gotta say,” The left one said. “You’re wings look really nice.”

“Yeah…” The right one said. “I wonder how’ll they’ll react to this~”

“Reh...R-React to wa-AAAH!” The two Pinkie’s on his sides grabbed hold of his wings and held them closer. Doomie never really knew how sensitive they were once they started nibbling on the ends. He would’ve moved his arms, but the preening Pinkie’s kept them in place by sitting on them. All he could do was clench his eyes and teeth, holding back the moans.

“Mmmh hmm.” The top Pinkie chuckled. “How that feel, little buggy? Want more?” With no response other than more moaning, Pinkie just smiled and got off him again, walking back to the pool. Doomie would’ve called out again, but the Pinkie on his left silence him with a kiss. He tried moving his legs, but the real Pinkie kept them spread.

Doomie clenched his eyes shut, trying to think of some way to get out of this, but with every second of a Pinkie chewing his wings and another dragging her tongue up his member, he was starting to lose hope of escaping this, he was just thankful that not all of him was being subjected to the pleasure-

“Now...let’s see how you like this~”

Doomie’s eyes shot open and looked up, seeing that another Pinkie was licking the top part of his horn, her hooves wrapped around his ear stems. He looked back down to see that the clone that started all of this was sitting on his stomach again, her sly smile still present. “Are you enjoying yourself, my little buggy?” She asked, going nose to nose with him.

The helpless bug answered with another loud moan, making the clone Pinkie giggled and say, “That’s what I want to here.” She kissed him again, her tongue managing to overpower his own.

Doomie moaned loudly through her lips as he looked over himself, he had five Pinkie’s right on top of him, two of them constantly biting his wings, one sucking his horn, another laying on his stomach, her lips still against his, and the real one moving her mouth up and down his member in an even greater effort to make him reach his climax.

The frail changeling could barely keep it together, every sensitive part of his body was bombarded by Pinkie’s clones, he could even feel another pair of hooves hold his right leg, another pair holding his left seconds later. Doomie might not have been good in math, but he could tell that six of his marefriend’s clones were on him now, with the real one refusing to take her mouth away from his rod.

After several more minutes of constant pleasure on all parts of his body, Doomie could no longer take it. He screamed her name and shot out his first load into the real Pinkie Pie. Unlike last time, Pinkie managed to keep the blue liquid in her mouth for every stringy shot, pulling her lips up to his tip and managing to savor the flavor before gulping it down. Pinkie stoked his throbbing wet rod with every release, wanting as much from him as possible.

After ten shots, Pinkie pulled away and wiped the rest of his mess off her mouth, hiccuping after she was done. “Heff...Da...Doomie, that is...is...oh no…” Pinkie stepped back once she looked up, seeing that six of herself were on top of him. She cupped her hooves over her mouth at the sight. “O-Oh no...P-Pinkies!” The real Pinkie waved her hooves in an attempt to get their attention, but they continued assaulting Doomie with pleasure without even realizing the real Pinkie had finished. Knowing that a direct approach was necessary at this point, she stomped her hooves and screamed, “PINKIE PIES!”

All six stopped their torment and turned around, seeing the real Pinkie glaring at all of them. The one on top of Doomie waved. “Oh, hi, real Pinkie! What’s up?”

The real Pinkie walked up to them. “What are you doing to my lingfriend!?” She yelled. The small group of Pinkie’s looked back at Doomie, his tongue hanging out and his eyes glowing pink as they slowly traveling in all directions, his wings twitched and his horn sparked every couple seconds he laid there. The Pinkie on top of him waved her hoof in front of his face, but his mind was momentarily gone from this world. All of them cringed and looked back at the real Pinkie, who was tapping her hoof. “Get...off.” Pinkie said sternly.

The other clones looked at each other before slowly getting off Doomie, all of them had a sad expression on their face. Pinkie took hold of the changeling and forced him to sit up, his eyes still swirling and glowing pink. “D-Doomie?” One clone asked. “Are you okay?”

No response came except heavy breathing, making the Pinkie’s panic, fortunately, Doomie’s eyes shut after a bit, the Pinkie’s smiling seconds later. Doomie held his head and groaned, his mind finally coming back into this world. “Pah...Pinkie...wha *hic* what happened...e-everything went *hic* pink for a while.”

The real Pinkie hugged him, flashing a glare at her clones. “I-I..well, me...or, m-my clones went too far on you.”

“W-We were just trying to give him more of an experience, Pinkie.” The second clone said.

“And almost break him in the process?” She let go of Doomie and walked up to her clone. “You went too far, me. You all did.” She crossed her arms as the other Pinkie’s looked down in shame.

“I...W-We’re sorry, D-Doomie.” One of them managed to squeak out.

“Sorry?” Doomie cocked his head. “You have *hic* nothing to be sorry about. Tha *hic* that was amazing.”

“It was?” All of them said.

Doomie tried standing, still very woozy after everything that happened to him. “I-I gotta say...I *hic* I had no idea my kind had *hic* had so many s*elch*ncitive places…” He ended up sitting back down, his eyes slowly turning back to blue. “A-and that was better tha...than any dream I’ve ever *hic* had.”

One of the Pinkie’s raised her hoof. “Does that mean you wanna go again?”

Doomie held his head as he started leaning, luckily, the real Pinkie held him up before he could fall. “L-Listen, Pinkies. This was fun and all...b-but I’m just...ooogh.”

“I think you had too much love tonight, Doomie.” The real Pinkie patted his stomach, making him belch. “Come on, W-We should probably go.”

“Y-Yeah...pa...probably.” Doomie looked up at the other Pinkie’s. “S-Sorry, Pinkie’s...bah...but I’m just…”

“But I wanna have a turn.” One of the clones shouted.

“Yeah, I wanna see what his horn is like.”

“I wanna see how his wings react when I use them.”

“I wanna see how that tongue works!”

“I wanna-”

“NO!” The real Pinkie stomped her hoof while Doomie tapped his chin. “We are not going to have another round.”

“But...b-but we wanna turn too.” One clone said as Doomie looked at the pool, smiling.

The real Pinkie sat down, knowing this would be hard to do. “Listen, me’s. I know you wanna...do it, but Doomie’s just one bug, there’s no way he can-”

“Then why not two.”

“Then why not...two?”

The Pinkie’s turned to the pool, gasping as two changelings stood in front of them. “N-No way!” One clone yelled. “You pulled out another Doomie?”

The right Doomie nodded while the left one tilted his head. “He did?” The left one asked, now realizing he was the clone.

“Wait, which one’s the real Doomie?” One Pinkie asked, making both Doomie’s look at each other.

Before anyone could answer, the real Pinkie walked up to the real Doomie and said. “He is, this is the Doomie I fell for~”

The real Doomie smiled while the other one raised an eye. “So,” The real Doomie said. “Now you can see it.”

The second Doomie laughed. “Heh, nice to know that.” He put his hooves together. “So, how’s about helping me deal with-”

Doomie pointed at his clone. “Alright, girls, it’s his turn now, have at him!”

“W-what!?” The second Doomie yelled while the Pinkie’s clapped and cheered. “Y-You’re not even gonna help?”

Real Doomie started stepping toward the rock that once sealed off this cave “Just keep them distracted long enough for me and Pinkie to seal this place off.”

The Doomie clone looked back and forth at the mob of Pinkie’s and the real Doomie and Pinkie. “Ha-How long is that gonna take?”

Both of them shrugged. “Well, the rock’s pretty heavy,” Pinkie said. “but I’m sure we can both do it before daytime.”

The real Doomie placed his hooves on the side of the rock and started pulling. “Eeeeya! T-This could probably take a while...jrrrr, just keep them occupied, okay?”

The clone Doomie’s jaw dropped as he felt a hoof grab his tail. “Do...Doomie!” He yelled. “Y-You can’t just-AH!” He fell on his stomach as the group of Pinkie’s started pulling him closer to them, his hooves dragging across the cave floor. Before long, he was turned on his back and about seven Pinkie’s loomed over him, all of them staring at him with sly smiles and lidded eyes. He gulped, knowing he could only ask one thing in this situation. “B-Be gentle…”

One Pinkie tapped her chin. “I-I’m sorry, what did he say, girls?”

“I think he said...no mercy.” Another said, causing the clone Doomie to shake.

One Pinkie stepped over him and leaned her head down until she was nose to nose with the quivering bug. “This is going to be...fun.”

The real couple continued pulling on the rock, not even close to the exit. Pinkie looked back at the other Pinkie’s. “Um, do you think your clone will be okay, I don’t think they’ll stop even after we seal this place off.”

Doomie turned to the current orgy between six mares and a changeling, knowing that he had to tell the truth before they could continue pulling the rock. “Eh, he’ll live.”

Author's Note

I was about to have that ending where you would never know who was the real clone, but then I thought.
"Eh, that's stupid."
So, happy endings all around,
even for the clone Doomie.