Author's Note
This chapter is from Pinkie Pie's POV.
Other characters in this chapter include: the Mirror Pool Pinkies.
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1. The Mirror Pool
Chapter 1: The Mirror Pool
Where the brambles are thickest, there you will find a pond beyond the most twisted of vines!
This has to be it. The mirror pool.
That old nursery rhyme Nana Pinkie used to tell me as a filly has been playing in the back of my mind ever since I climbed down the tunnel to reach this place. It’s been a long hike to find the old thing, but I found it nonetheless. Part of me had started to wonder if the mirror pool even existed. I had only heard stories of it up to this point, and not even Twilight had heard of it. I could’ve been bouncing around the Everfree for hours, but luckily, I was able to make my way down here.
The nursery rhyme doesn’t go into detail, but it speaks of ‘doubling oneself’. If the mirror pool works the way I think it does, surely it can help me spend time with several of my friends at the same time! All my friends are making the coolest of plans, and I can’t waste one second of the time I could be spending with them. Maybe, if I can clone myself, I won’t have to miss out on any fun with anyone. I could be in two, or three, or six different places at once! Thinking of all the different smiles I could be creating all at once just makes me jump in excitement!
I should be more careful though. Jumping down the last bit of the tunnel had been a mistake that turned into one heck of a tumble. I’d fallen into a patch of dirt, and now my clothes are all mucky. I can still feel dirt rolling around on the inside of my tank top, ugh! While trying to get that out from my cleavage is going to be important, I have something much more important to focus on at the moment; that being the pool right in front of me.
The water in the pool has a weird glow to it that lights up the cave. This cave would be pitch black without it, so I’m thankful for that. The next thing I notice is that the water in the pool isn’t exactly blue. It is tinted with the same colors as the walls of the cave. Everything about this looks like a glowing mirror; all the way down to the calm, motionless look of the water sitting on the top.
As I get closer, I get a chance to look at my reflection. With the calmness of the water beneath me, the reflection looks more real than any mirror I’ve ever looked into. The thought of a copy of myself swimming under the water makes my heart rate go up.
“I’m looking at myself…” I whisper as this surreal situation finally sinks into my head.
I stare into the depths of the crystal clear pool, my eyes meeting those of my reflection. Part of me wants to turn back and give up on this plan, but I have come too far to back out now. Pushing through the bubbling anxiety in my chest, I try to recall the rest of the old nursery rhyme once more.
"And into her own reflection she stared, uh... yearning for one whose reflection she shared... and... solemnly sweared not to be scared...” I reach into the pool, the cold water making my hand shiver. I feel something warm touching my hand. I grab it and pull.
”...at the prospect of being doubly mared!" A pink hand, arm and body follows through. I’m staring at my own eyes again, but this time it’s not a reflection.
“Wow, the legend is true! It really... worked? Huh?” I trail off, taking in the rest of ‘me’.
I, or rather, she, is completely naked. From top to bottom, she’s soaking wet and not wearing a single piece of clothing. I was expecting the pool to clone the tank top, daisy dukes and hiking boots I was wearing, but I guess it doesn’t work like that. The one good part of this, however, is that her being naked gives me a chance to look at the accuracy of this clone.
Pink, poofy hair on her head and tail? Check! A Sweet-as-candy curvy figure? Check! A teensy little bit of chub on her belly? Hehe, check! A large, pillowy bubble butt? Check! Two perky, D-cup breasts? Double check! A ridiculously large pink pony penis between her legs… Wait, WHAT!?
I do a double-take as I notice she has something between her legs that I don’t. A penis, just like a stallion’s, but bigger than any I’ve ever seen. It almost reaches her knees despite being flaccid. It comes with two testicles the size of goose eggs bulging out from between her legs, not quite fitting the tight space they’re given. Her dick is throbbing almost as if it’s waving at me, the tip of it leaking a small, white glob of... of… I blush as I force myself to look at her face instead.
My clone looks ecstatic with a huge grin plastered over her face. She’s turning her head every which way, eyes darting around all over the cave. Suddenly, she spots something interesting and runs off. “Fun! Fun! Fun!” she shouts over and over. Darting from corner to corner and jumping in place, she explores the entire cave in a matter of seconds.
“Uh, excuse me, me. Can I have a word with you? I-I mean, me?” I stutter as I try to get her attention. She’s ignoring me completely. “Look, I can see you’re having lots of... ‘fun’, but...”
“Fun!? Did somepony say fun? Where? Where is it?” she exclaims, interrupting me.
“I did, over here!” I call out to her. A split second later, she’s standing in front of me again. “Calm yourself, Pinkie. I need to ask you something.”
“Is it about fun?!” she asks immediately.
“No. Well... kind of, I guess.” I shake my head and continue. ”You’re supposed to be my clone, right? So, why do you have a penis? I don’t have one.”
“WHAT?! You don’t have a pee pee?!” she exclaims and, without warning, pulls my shorts and panties down to my knees. She takes a second to examine my exposed crotch before gasping. “Eek! Why don’t you have one? Is there something wrong with you?!”
“Pinkie!” I object and pull them right back up, my blush returning in full. “Don’t do that! You’re not supposed to pull clothes off of ponies like that! No, there’s nothing wrong with me. I was born like this, with a vagina. I’m trying to figure out why you have a penis. I thought you were supposed to be like me.”
“A vagina? Wait, do I have one? Lemme check...” she reaches behind her balls with one hand. She sticks her tongue out to show clear signs of focus, but after a few seconds, she gives the results of her search. “Nope! Don’t have a vagina. Anyway, I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to have a dick, so you must be the one who’s got her bits mixed up.”
“But I’m telling you…” I trail off, getting an idea and snapping my fingers. “Oh, I know! I’ll make a new clone. If she looks like me, then you’ll have to admit that I’m fine and you’re the odd one out. Alright?”
“Oh, can I make a clone too? Can I? Can I? Please please pleeease?” she begs, clapping her hands excitedly and bouncing up and down.
“Fine.” I sigh and step over to the mirror pool, looking into the clear waters again. Pinkie follows me eagerly. “Now, repeat after me.”
“And into her own reflection she stared, yearning for one whose reflection she shared, and solemnly sweared not to be scared at the prospect of being doubly mared!” we sing in unison.
Mirror Pinkie and I reach into the pool, grab and pull. It takes a little bit of effort, but we’re able to bring another two Pinkies into this world. While it's still exciting to be spawning copies of myself, I’m praying that these next two aren’t as much trouble as this first one. Even more so, I’m praying that they don’t have the same male pony anatomy as her. It would take a lot of explaining to the ponies around town as to why I’ve got a group of clones running around town fully nude and all sporting a pecker. That’s the last thing I want to do right now, so this pool has to get it right this time.
As the upper-bodies of the two new Pinkie clones emerge from the water, I realize that clothes aren’t something that comes with the clones. Of all days to forget your spare clothes, Pinkie… Shaking that thought out of my head, I watch as the rest of the two new clones reach dry land.
The two Pinkies take a second to shake all of the excess water out of their manes and tails, giving me a faceful of water in the process. I use my hand to wipe all of the water off my face, and I end up wiping off something... gooey as well. I look at my hand to see what I just had on my face, and I see that my hand is covered in some off-white colored slime. It doesn’t take long for me to recognize what was just on my face. I worriedly look up at the two new clones, and my gaze falls upon on a pair of big, bouncing pink pony peckers in between both of their legs.
“See? I told you we’re supposed to have peeneys! Looks like you’re the odd one now!” Pinkie clone #1 exclaims; laughing and bouncing for joy with her two new futa Pinkie friends.
I have to take a moment to regain my composure. Maybe dealing with multiple clones of myself is a much harder task than I had previously anticipated. No wonder people are always saying that I’m a handful, these ponies are crazy! I take a deep breath, preparing my next moves with these clones of mine.
“Okay… I can still work with this. As long as we aren’t caught by anypony, I could sneak you back to Sugarcube Corner and get some clothes onto you. Maybe I can borrow some bulky underpants from Mr. Cake so we can pack those wieners away. Once I do that, we just need to keep those clothes on you long enough for you to help with the barn raising with Applejack, the tea party with Fluttershy, and the ‘chillaxing’ with Rainbow Dash. Yeah, that's-HEY!” I scream, my train of thought rudely broken by a pair of hands slipping my shorts and panties back down to my ankles.
“Whoa, so she really doesn’t have a penis, huh?” The Pinkie clone marvels as she stares at my exposed marehood. I stand there awkwardly, not knowing how to react as two clones bent over, staring at the most private part of my body.
“I wonder what it feels like…” one of the clones says as she reaches a hand out to touch my cunny. I shudder as the cold fingertips of my clone caress my lower lips.
“N-NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” I exclaim; finally coming to my senses. I hop backwards to avoid all contact with the two clones in front of me. I know it would be much easier for me to move if I pulled up my shorts, but I don’t have time to do that right now. I have to make some space away from the Pinkies as fast as possible.
Just as I feel like I’ve put an adequate distance between me and the two clones, I feel something grab me around the waist from behind. I jump at the new intrusion of my personal space, but that doesn’t keep the hands from latching on to me. I look back to see what those hands were attached to and I’m shocked to find another three Pinkie clones behind me; all fully nude and sporting packages between their legs. The surprise doesn’t end there, as the Pinkie currently holding me pulls my shirt over my head.
“Why would you cover yourself in all that cloth? That’s no fun!” The Pinkie clone exclaims as she throws the shirt into a corner of the cave.
I scream as I push myself away from the new clones. I’m losing any and all control over the situation, and I have to get away from these Pinkies to have any hope of gaining that control back. Maybe getting my shirt back will help. I try to hop in the direction of my missing shirt, but my path is blocked yet again by a Pinkie clone. I try to hop towards the entrance of the cave. No luck. I try to go in any direction that will get me away from these stupid clones. Even that, unfortunately, is a task I am unable to complete.
I don’t know how the situation got this bad, but I now find myself stuck in the middle of a ring of futa clones of myself. There are six in total surrounding me, and something about that number doesn’t add up in my head. I had only created three of these things. How did they multiply so quickly? Unless-
“And into her own reflection she stared, yearning for one whose reflection she shared, and solemnly sweared not to be scared at the prospect of being doubly mared!” I hear a pair of voices saying in unison.
I watch in horror as two Pinkies spawn even more clones out of the mirror pool. As I continue to look around the cave, I see that the six surrounding me are just a small portion of the clones that have already been created. At this point, I realize there is no chance to regain control of the situation. Part of me wonders if I ever had any control in the first place. The only way I can fix this now is to get Twilight’s help. She’s so smart, I’m sure she’ll figure out a way to send these guys back into the mirror pool. That plan, however, is dependent on my ability to get out of this cave. I gulp, trying to form any kind of composure, as I plan my first move.
“Uh, g-girls, listen to me...” I start with a hint of desperation in my voice. My voice, however, is drowned out by wet slapping sounds coming from one of the surrounding clones.
“Ooh! This feels really good! Hey, everypony, look! Try this!” the clone on my left exclaims. I look over to see that clone has started furiously stroking her long member. Her hands are a blur, moving up and down over her dick as it starts to get hard. Drops of precum are sent flying everywhere, some of it landing across my nose. I’m forced to wipe another big glob of the sticky mess off my face, only to have it replaced by the pre of a different clone.
“Wow, she’s right! It feels great!” another one responds. Lewd noises echo around the cave as all six clones surrounding me are jerking themselves off in earnest, some of them giving their neighbor a hand. I watch in horror as all of their stallionhoods start rising to full mast.
“Hey, don’t just stand there! Get in on the fun! Give a girl a hand!” one of them demands and grabs my left, pressing it against her member. It’s hot, sticky and I can feel her heartbeat through it as she forces my hand to pump up and down her length. Eww!
“Me too! Me too!” another one chimes in and does the same with my right. I stumble and bend forwards, unable to stand up straight with my arms pulled downwards like this. I’m forced into the worst position possible, and I can feel the watching eyes staring at the full moon that is my rear.
“Huh, so that’s what a vagina looks like. It looks pretty deep...” a voice behind me ponders. I recoil as I feel two fingers pushing their way into my marehood. She continues to push her fingers deeper and deeper inside until I feel the knuckles at my entrance. “Wow, really deep!”
Uh-oh. I try to pull my arms free, but the Pinkies holding them won’t let go. They are firmly if sloppily rubbing my palms against their members. The one behind me keeps exploring, tugging on my folds and clit, her fingers wiggling as she tries to fit more inside.
“Hmm. You know, Odd One, I bet I could fit my pee pee in your vagina. I’m gonna try it!” she announces.
UH-OH. I struggle harder, but to no avail. I hear the the Pinkie close up on my behind me as she latches on to my hips. I shudder as her hand caresses my waist, leaving my fur slick with my mare juices. At this point, I am in full panic mode. I desperately have to think of something to dissuade her from doing this to have any chance of getting out of here with my marehood intact.
“H-hey, you shouldn’t do that, because… um… that’s not what it’s for! I-It’s not going to fit, and it’ll hurt and… and you’ll be sorry you tried!” I claim, trying not to sound half as terrified as I feel.
“Hmm...” she seems to take my words into consideration. Is she buying it? Is she- “Nah. It’s worth a shot.”
I cry out as she forces her tip inside. Even with the view I got of their massive members, I hadn’t realized how thick they were! I’ve never taken anything this big before, and I’m not sure I can! The tip is barely inside, and it already feels like I’m being torn in half.
“See? It does fit! You’re kind of tight, though; can you loosen up a bit? I wanna get my dick all the way inside, but I can’t… seem to…” she grunts and slowly pushes herself deeper, inch by inch. Ow ow ow, this hurts! It’s too much, too fast! Despite myself, I feel my insides getting wetter, lubricating the intruder. While this might ease the pain, I know it will only serve to egg on the clone inside me.
“W-wait! STOP! Please! Don’t do-” my pleas are rudely interrupted as the clone in front of me decides to cram her dick into my mouth. Her salty, bitter precum overwhelms my tastebuds, and I retch as the gooey substance sticks to the inside of my mouth. This doesn’t taste like frosting at all! Nana Pinkie, you were wrong!
“There we go, nice and quiet! If we can fit a dick back there, why not here in front, too?” she chuckles and grabs the back of my head, pushing me down onto her shaft. She hits the back of my throat, making me gag. She doesn’t stop there, however, as she continues to force more and more of her member into my mouth. She doesn’t stop until my muzzle is bumping up to her fuzzy, musky crotch.
“H-hah… boy, her mouth feels so good~” The clone in my mouth sighs in delight as she holds her cock in my throat. I can feel myself quickly losing oxygen and after just half a minute of having my airway obstructed, I’m on the verge of passing out. Before that can happen, however, I feel the clone rolling her hips back. I was hoping it was a sign that she was done with my throat, but it ended up being a sign that she was only getting started.
Just as her thrust is over, she already has her hips rolling back. My head is rocked back by the burst of force put behind her thrust. Just as she thrust in that one time, she already had her hips rolling back again; readying her hips for another thrust. My sight becomes a blur of pink as the clone in my mouth lets her hips go on autopilot.
The onlooking Pinkies cheer her on, excited by the vigorous humping she’s giving me. The clones having fun with my hands seem to be enjoying the show, and they increase their speed. Their increase of speed, however, is at the cost of accuracy; their dicks slipping away from my hands every now and then. Why are they even using my hands for this? Wouldn’t it work better if they just used their own? I can only ponder this as the clones work to use as much of my body as possible. Just when I think it can’t get any worse, I feel something large bump against my cervix. I feel the clone behind me grinding herself against my inner barrier, unable to push any further.
“Huff… what’s this? Can’t I go any deeper? Come on, I’ve only got two thirds of my weewee in here… stupid hole...” she grumbles, clearly frustrated with the obstruction.
“Hey, you should… H-hah… try moving back and forth! It’s amazing! Ooh...” the one in front suggests.
Taking the advice, the mare at my rear slowly pulls out, almost all the way back, until only her tip is left inside. Relief washes through me as my cramped insides are given some space. The empty feeling doesn’t last long, however, as she pushes herself back in a little faster, hitting my cervix once more.
“Thanks for the tip! This keeps getting better~” she purrs as she gradually increases her pace, soon matching the front clone in both speed and force. My whole world is shaking as I’m getting hammered from both ends. I try to catch what little air I can every time the front clone pulls out, but I can never get quite enough. The constant pounding from behind is making my legs weak and wobbly. My left arm is starting to ache from being held up for so long. My right one is faring a little better as the clone on that side has been alternating between having me stroke her cock and fondle her balls.
After a couple minutes, I feel the rear clone’s thrusts become erratic as she starts to experiment with this new concept. She speeds her thrusts up and slows them down. She goes as deep as she can, then stays shallow. She rolls her hips in exaggerated cyclic motions, then tries to thrust straight as a saw cutting through wood. I even feel one of her feet land on my bubble butt for balance as she tries different angles of attack. I hear the frustration returning in her grunting moans as if she knows there’s more pleasure to be had here, but she just can’t find it. Suddenly, she pulls out entirely and takes a deep breath, steeling herself. I can feel her glare angrily into my gaping cunny as if she was trying to understand it.
She didn’t do this for too long, however, as she lines herself back up with my entrance and lets out a furious roar while forcing herself back in as hard as she possibly can. If there hadn’t been another clone in front of me, that herculean thrust would have sent me flying. A jolt of pain shoots through my entire body, and I feel her balls slapping against my thighs. My eyes bulge and I yelp in pain, but it only comes out as a gurgle around the meat lodged in my throat. My poor cervix, it didn’t stand a chance against that battering ram. My insides ache in protest as I feel her cockhead pushing against the innermost walls of my womb.
“Buck yeah! I knew I could get it all the way in! Peepee one, vagoo zero!” she declares triumphantly, and I hear the slap of a high-five somewhere behind me. “Now, let’s do this!”
Her thrusts return with a vengeance as she takes full advantage of the newfound depths. With no more barriers in the way, her thrusts go as deep as she pleases. She pushes herself balls-deep with each of those thrusts, giving my womb a serious pounding in the process. My cervix is stretched painfully wide and I wince every time her cock passes through it. After another minute of thrusting, my cervix starts to get numb. The pain is dampened slightly because of that, but it’s still far from an enjoyable experience.
The three clones at my front aren’t helping this experience in the slightest, as they never slowed down during the plight of their friend. In fact, it feels like the Pinkie in my throat may have even hit a new gear. She clutches down on the back of my neck as she continues to hammer away as deep as she can. It’s becoming increasingly hard to think straight with my head being rattled in such a careless way. My upper body is being bounced around like a ragdoll by the immense thrusting.
The thrusts of the clone behind me, however, are bouncing me right back into the crotch of the clone in front. I’m getting thrown back and forth like a ping pong ball in the middle of a heated match of table tennis as the clones continue to pound into me. At this point, I’m just along for the ride. I have completely lost the ability to stand under my own power. The only things keeping me upright at the moment are the two rods pistoning themselves into my depths.
After a while, I start to feel their thrusts become quicker and more urgent. They give up what little rhythm they had in their movements for sporadic motions of attack. It feels like their bodies have given into primal lust while plowing my insides, and judging by the reactions of the clones, they feel the same way.
“W-what is happening to me? This… this feels amazing~” I hear one of the clones say; lustful desperation clear in her voice. “I c-can feel… s-something…”
“CUMMING!”
All of a sudden, both clones hilt themselves inside me, and the clones I have been forced to stroke off start humping the air. I hear loud moans roar out of their mouths as all four of their lengths start pulsing in my hands and inside me. I know what’s coming next, but nothing could prepare me for just how large all of their loads turn out to be. In just one spurt, I can feel my womb start stretching out; unable to handle the volume of the spunk being delivered to it. There is some serious pressure that needs to be relieved back there, but with the clone’s cock flaring up and blocking the way out, the only option is for my womb to continue stretching onward.
After only a few spurts from both sides, I can feel my stomach expanding; trying to make room for all of the thick cum going inside. All the while, the two clones I have been stroking paint my face with their just-as-impressive loads. I quickly close my eyes as every inch of my face and hair is glazed over with a layer of their seed, and they have enough left in their balls for a second, third, and fourth coating. Their orgasms last for almost a minute before their cum production slows down to a halt. Once they stop cumming, they pull their slightly-flaccid lengths out of my abused holes.
When they pull out, I lack the strength to continue standing. I fall over in a heap In the middle of a ring of what has become several dozen Pinkies; spunk leaking out of my abused pussy. All of them, however, have momentarily lost interest in the me. They are much more interested in the four mares that just got their turn with me than my well being. While I’m glad for the quick moment of peace, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious as to what my clones were talking about.
“Oh my GOSH! Are you guys alright? What happened!? It looked like your peeneys EXPLODED and shot white stuff everywhere!” one rather enthusiastic clone exclaims; barely able to hold in her excitement.
“I don’t exactly know, what, happened... But what I do know... is that was the singular most fun thing I have ever done in my ENTIRE LIFE!” Another clone shouts; still recovering from the impossibly large orgasm she just had.
Every clone in the cave stops masturbating and goes silent at that statement. Even the ones at the mirror pool stop chanting and turn to stare. For several seconds, the only sound is the endless dripping of precum. They likely didn’t think that a fellow Pinkie would ever dare to make a statement as bold as the one just made. The long-awaited fun time is in their grasp, and they are going to do anything in their power to make that fun happen. Knowing that their fun is at my dismay, I am more terrified than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
“All you have to do is stick your pecker inside of The Odd One, and start thrusting! After a few minutes, you feel a hot, gooey mess of fun explode out of your penis! Come on, don’t just stand there! Go have some fun!” That same clone preaches to her hundred or so fellow clones.
Oh buck.
A massive cheer rings through the cave as the rest of the clones become inspired by those ‘words of wisdom’. I, however, am not fully on board with the plan. Using what little strength I have left in my body, I crawl my way in the opposite direction of the cheering crowd of clones, only to remember I’m stuck in the middle of them.
“Fun! Fun! Fun!” the crowd of Pinkie clones chant as they close the short distance between us. I feel one of the many clones lift me up onto my hands and knees while another grabs the shorts and panties around my ankles, pulls them off over my shoes, and throwing them into the distance. Something tells me I’m never going to see those shorts again. That makes me really upset because I told Applejack I was going to give those back to her later.
Wait, why am I getting upset over a pair of shorts? I’m about to get gang raped by a hundred clones of myself!
With what little power I have left in my throat, I scream at the top of my lungs in hopes that somepony outside of this cave can hear me. Screaming, however, has the same end result as the first time; a large pink cock forcing its way into my mouth. I try to back away from the new intrusion, but a pair of hands grasp either side of my head before I can do so. The clone quickly hilts herself inside of my muzzle, stretching the muscles of my throat yet again. While the feeling is still unpleasant, my throat is admittedly more ready for the intrusion this time around.
“Mmm~ You’re right! This does feel good~” the clone in my mouth states. She doesn’t stay hilted, however, as the instructions she was given told her to do otherwise. She cocks her hips back, and readies to unleash her fury.
The movement of her hips is like machine gun fire. Every thrust cracks against my face at a blinding pace, but still has enough force behind it to rattle my head every time. Golly, and I thought the last two were giving me rough treatment. I don’t know what kind of otherworldly power the mirror pool is putting into the hips of these clones, but I can feel every thrust kick me like Applejack kicks a tree. A part of me thinks of the damage these things could cause if they manage to get out of the cave, and all of the trouble they could start around Ponyville...
Before I can think too much on that topic, however, I feel something slide under me. I can’t see exactly what it is, but I can tell by the hard, fleshy tip of a horsecock rubbing against my belly that it’s most likely a clone down there. The clone continues to crawl her way in between my legs, her cock leaving a trail of pre on my stomach. She slides herself down low enough to line herself up with my gaping marehood. I tremble as I feel her length rub against my cum soaked slit, lubricating itself unintentionally. I feel a hand reach for the cock under me and line the tip up to my slightly gaping entrance.
“Let’s see how fun it is to pump into you from down here!” The new clone exclaims as she thrusts upwards; piercing my most sensitive of areas.
The damage the last Pinkie did back there made for a much smoother entry the second time around, but the penetration still rocked me to my core. Before I can adjust to the new intrusion, I feel the clone cock her pips back down. She then pushes herself back in; putting twice as much force behind her movements this time around as she becomes the second to break through my cervix. She isn’t allowed the same kind of mobility as she can get from behind, but judging by the lustful moans she’s making, she’s enjoying the position just as much. The crowd behind me, however, aren’t as content to just stand and watch.
“Aw, come on! She took her hole!” one clone groans.
“Don’t worry. She’ll be done with it soon.” Another clone spoke; trying to calm down her pink comrade.
“But I want to use it NOW!” The first clone yells; whining like a little school filly.
“Wait, look! Is that another hole?” a third clone ponders.
Just as that comment is made, I feel hands spread my asscheeks apart; exposing my pucker to everypony in the cave. Oh Celestia, they aren’t thinking what I think they’re thinking, are they? My question is quickly answered as I feel two fingers force their way inside of my tight ring. I squirm at the feeling as they continue to poke at my backdoor. While I have had my fair share of “parties” in the past, I’ve never had anything go back there before! I wanted to save my tight little butt for somepony special, not a horny pack of cock-wielding Pinkies!
“Mmmm, It’s so soft and warm; just like her pussy!” One clone stated; pulling her fingers out of my rear.
“Isn’t that the hole she poops out of?” Another clone asked nervously.
“I don’t CARE what she used it for before! Right now, I’m going to use it for my COCK!” the impatient clone exclaimed; shoving her friends out of the way as she closed in on her prey.
I feel a large weight land on my tushie as she practically pounces on me. Her hands spread my lower cheeks apart wide as she spits directly on my pucker. She then takes three fingers from her right hand and uses them to spread around the saliva. I wince as I feel those three fingers poke their way inside of my virgin pucker; spit dousing the walls of my rosebud as she does so. I shudder as I feel only a thin layer of flesh separate the fingers in my ass and the large cock plowing through my vagina. The deeper she inserts her fingers, the more I can feel my anal walls loosening around them. I should be relieved to know the clones have figured out how to lubricate before entry, but I only feel myself getting more worried by this fact.
Once she feels she’s gotten my ass adequately prepared, she pulls her fingers out of me and stands back up. I feel her cock radiating heat over my body as she practically stands over me. She grabs me by the shoulders as she lowers herself into a near-squatting position over my butt. I try to avoid her swinging pendulum as it sinks closer to my pucker, but she continues to guide it closer to its target. As soon as I feel the tip poke against my entrance, I lose all hope of getting out of this confrontation with my anal virginity.
She grunts as she tries to work her shaft into the tight space. All the work she had put into loosening up my backdoor with her fingers still proves to be insufficient as she’s barely able to squeeze the head inside. No matter how hard the clone tries to force herself in, she can’t work her way through the tight muscles of my virgin rosebud. However, this is one Pinkie that isn’t going to give up without a fight.
“C-come on! I’m going to have fun… *huff* and you’re going to LIKE IT!”
She reaches down with her hand to better line herself up with my entrance. Then, like cannon fire, I feel her hips blast down into my ass. Part of me had thought that the tightness of my sphincter had finally beat out the cock of at least one of the clones, but nothing can stop the power of this horny futa mare. I feel the lining of my anal walls slightly tear as she puts all of her force in one swift movement. One thrust proved to be all she needed to go from barely poking the tip inside to balls slapping against my ass. The feeling was excruciating for me, but my pink clone was in heaven.
“Oooh, Yes!~ Finally! Take THAT!” the clone proudly spouted; the crowd behind her cheering at her accomplishment.
I didn’t even get time to adjust to the searing pain in my rectum before the clone restarted her movements. She kicked her hips back like a shotgun blast before unleashing her fury. I was mentally screaming as I had to try and keep myself from biting down on the cock currently pumping in my throat. Lubrication is supposed to keep me from feeling like I’m being torn in half! All that work she put in and it still feels like somepony stuck a cactus up my pooper!
It doesn’t help when she’s trusting into me so violently, only concerned with getting herself off. Then again, she’s just one of the three dickmares doing that at this exact moment. My body is being thrown around by three futa mares who urgently thrust into me with no rhythm, and no concern for my well being. They just want me for their ‘fun’, and I’m only here to be on the receiving end of it.
I feel the Pinkie pounding in my throat somehow manage to reach another gear with her thrusts; indicating that she’s closing in on her peak. Cute little moans escape her lips as her not-so-cute-or-little cockhead flares wide in my throat. The flare limits her ability to thrust in any which way, so she resorts to grinding her crotch against my face as I find myself deprived of oxygen yet again. Boy, even when she has no room to thrust, she still finds a way to knock my head back a few times! Even with the limited space she was given, every thrust still has the force of a light hit to the face!
She continues to grind her crotch into my face as I feel the first few spurts of cum travel down my throat. Cum blasts out of her rod like a fire hose as it shoots a clear course straight down to my stomach. The continuous motion of my head and neck, however, makes it difficult for me to swallow the seemingly endless supply. I feel a spurt of cum tickle the back of my throat, and I can’t stop myself from coughing it back up to my mouth.
I scrunch my face up (as much as I can at least,) as I ready myself for the rancid taste, but something else greets my tongue instead. Sure, the gooey texture still tastes weird in my mouth, but the flavor is a lot more friendly to my gag reflex. A slightly salty flavor touches my tongue that almost reminds me of cheese-whiz. Nothing really mind-blowing, but at least it’s slightly more enjoyable…
No, wait, what am I thinking?! Enjoying their cum? That’s ridiculous! This stuff is gross! They can’t be screwing with my head this quickly, r-right?
Eventually, the clone’s orgasm subsides, and her length stats to soften. As she pulls herself out of my mouth, she looks at her cum-covered dick curiously for a moment. Running a finger along its underside, she scoops up a large slimy glob. Lifting her finger up to her face, she cocks her head to the side and eyes the dangling mess for a few seconds. Sniffing at it, she shrugs and sticks her finger into her mouth. Her face scrunches up in disgust as if she just bit into a sour lemon, and she spits her own cum back out on my face. She spends a few seconds trying to wipe her tongue off with her clean hand in an attempt to get the taste out of her mouth.
“Bleh! How can you eat this stuff?! It’s awful!” she complains and spits a few more times, licking the back of her hand as she tries to get rid of the taste. I could argue that they had been force feeding it to me, but I don’t bother voicing my response given what tends to happen when I open my mouth around these ponies.
“Well, good thing she loves to guzzle it down, because there’s more where that came from! A lot more! Right, girls?” one of the clones comment. All the others in the circle concur enthusiastically.
With no clone in front of me at the moment, I take a few seconds to look around. There are Pinkies in every direction; I can’t even see the walls of the cave! All of them are stroking their horsecocks, massaging their nuts and fondling their breasts. I even spot one rubbing my panties against the tip of her cock, completely soaking the fabric with her precum. I can easily say that I have never seen a more horny group of ponies in my entire life.
A new clone steps into my view, stroking herself as she takes the place of the last one. She rubs her dick against my cheek, spreading around the preexisting cum on my face and adding her own to the mixture. I force my eyes shut as she starts to slap my face with her slab of meat. Loud, wet slaps ring in my ear, not just from the sound of balls slapping against my rear, but from the length slapping my face a darker shade of pink. Once she’s softened me up a bit, she slips her stallionhood over my lips.
This clone seems a little more patient than the previous ones. Grabbing my neck, she slowly pushes herself all the way down my throat and then just stays there firmly pressing my face into her crotch. After several seconds, I try to pull back, but she won’t let me. Confused, I look up at her, making eye contact. She’s biting her lip and has a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
“You know, we shouldn’t have to do all the work. Why don’t you suck on my wiener for a bit? Be good, and I’ll let you have some air.” she coos as she pats my head.
Seeing no other way out of my predicament, I comply to the extent I’m able. With her girth stretching out my throat muscles, the most I can do is wriggle my tongue and suckle weakly, occasionally managing to swallow around her thick cock. She seems to enjoy it, however, and sighs contently. After a few moments she pulls out halfway, just long enough for me to catch a single breath of air, and then pushes herself back in again.
“Not a bad start, but I think you can do better than that. Keep going~” she purrs. Doing an inverse thrust every now and then, she makes me work for every breath of air. I swear she’s deliberately keeping me low on oxygen; probably enjoying the extra suction when I instinctively try to inhale around the blockage. Emphasis on try.
After working my throat on the cock in front of me for a few minutes, I’m starting to get the hang of how to move my muscles around her, giving her something at least resembling a blowjob. She’s apparently satisfied with my progress, if the fact she’s letting me have more air is any indication. At least my lungs aren’t burning anymore. Glancing up, I see her eyes are closed and her expression is perfectly relaxed. Her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth twitch every now and then. Does that mean she likes it? Studying her body language for cues, I experiment and try to figure out where her sensitive spots are and what feels good for her. She soon starts to moan, a clear signal I’m on the right track.
Sucking this cock is no easy task when the clone behind me is still drilling my ass like her life depends on it. I’m impressed by her stamina, but seriously girl, take it easy! It’s not a race! I don’t think I’m going to be able to sit down for a few weeks; my sphincter feels like it’s on fire. Trying to ignore the searing pain in my butt, I focus on the clone underneath me. Compared to the other two, what she’s doing actually feels pretty nice. She’s still too big and going in too hard for my liking, but by now my vagina is loosened up and lubricated enough to make the pain tolerable. I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t having an effect on me. Maybe if it was just me, her, and no other clones, this whole situation wouldn’t be so bad…
My nethers start getting numb from the incessant double pounding. Pain and pleasure is melting together to the point where I’m not sure which is which anymore. It feels as if my insides have been liquified. It’s as if my stomach has been turned into a chili pepper milkshake which was stirred with jackhammers. The mixture of sensations is overwhelming, confusing, and...
Strangely arousing...
I feel a heat and pressure slowly rising down there, sprinkled with occasional twitches and tingles. The realization that I’m actually starting to get off of this is humiliating. Part of me thinks I shouldn’t be enjoying it this much, but… another part of me doesn’t care anymore. I can’t stop the clones. I can’t tell my body what to feel. Why should I be ashamed? If it feels good, why shouldn’t I get to enjoy that feeling?
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I try to gain as much pleasure from the experience as I can. I try to throw my hips back into the thrusts of my ‘partners’. This task proves much more difficult than expected, however, when they lack any kind of rhythm in their hurried movements. They couldn’t even thrust into me at the same speed, for pete’s sake! No wonder my tushie is so sore!
If I’m going to get into this, I need to regain control of the situation somehow. Doing that, however, is much easier said than done, as every moment I vocalize around these ponies is met with a cock to the throat. No, I wasn’t going to be able to take control with words. That is completely out of the picture. If I’m going to take control of this situation, I need to do it with my movements.
It’s going to take a lot of work, but if I keep throwing my hips back with the same timing, hopefully they will pick up the rhythm. Just think of it like practicing music with a metronome. Without it, everything sounds unorganized and out of sync. With it, all the instruments can come together.
The clones are able to pick up on the presence of my hip movements fairly quickly, and they aren’t too amused by them. They start by trying to ignore and thrust around the movement of my hips, but its presence makes it much harder for them to maintain the individual paces they had been keeping. Slowly but surely, they started to move with the rhythm I was setting; thrusting in with every backward movement of my hips. I moan around the cock in my mouth as I feel pleasure shoot up my spine from the two cocks beating my butt like a drum. My moan gets a swear out of the clone in front of me, and makes her cock throb hard; it seems those sudden vibrations nearly pushed her over the edge.
"Mmmm.~ looks like she’s really getting into it now!” the clone beneath me states blissfully; enticing a cheer from the still-growing crowd of Pinkies.
Even the clone pounding my pooper has lightened up a little. Instead of grunting in anger, she’s panting like a happy dog. She seems to be enjoying each of her thrusts more thoroughly now, and honestly, so do I. It might be the hormones messing with my head, but I think I’m actually starting to like anal.
I don’t know how I did it, but I’ve managed to turn this brutal gangbang into something a lot more pleasurable. It took a lot of effort and patience on my part, but after a few minutes, they’re finally following my rhythm. I can’t help but feel a small amount of pride in my handiwork. I was able to take two hyperactive sex machines and teach them how to properly use their abnormally large meat sticks. It’s kind of funny to think that I’m teaching them how to pound my buns, but it’s weirdly erotic at the same time.
As I look around, I don’t just see a cave full of horny dickmares anymore. Sure, they’re all either pounding my holes or jerking off while waiting patiently to pound my holes, but that’s not what I’m looking at. I see that I, in classic Pinkie Pie fashion, have made myself the life of the party. I am the one who is fueling the horny fantasies of all of my clones. I’m the reason they’re all so urgently trying to get off. I am what they are all so patiently waiting to pound themselves into. I thought I had lost all control from the beginning, but it turns out I had all the control over their lust from the start.
I feel a heat build up in my loins as this thought brings me closer to my peak. All the sensations filling my head are once again overwhelming me. The wet sound of slapping flesh rings in my ears and clouds my mind. The numb, tingling sensation in my crotch shoots up my spine and sends waves of pleasure up to my brain. The taste of the cum I’m being force fed has gone from a gut-wrenching experience to tasting like the sweetest of frosting. I guess Nana Pinkie was right all along.~
All these sensations start to melt together in my brain; making it increasingly harder to focus on anything other than my own oncoming orgasm. The world is spinning around me, my heart is racing, and I can’t contain my emotions. I let out a long moan as I feel a pressure release itself. My body seizes up as I ride the wave of contractions. My muscles are tightening up, and that becomes quite clear to the clones inside. The walls of my throat, ass, and pussy clamp down simultaneously, and the cocks inside each of those entrances react by flaring out.
Whoa, I didn’t even realize they were that close…
They each let out a yell as they hilt themselves inside, all three of them start firing off jets of cum straight to my core. I feel my belly start to bloat out to contain another three loads of clone cum. I was already feeling a little swollen from the sperm that was pumped into me earlier, but this was on a different level. I felt my tummy distend an inch or two as I get inflated like a creamy water balloon. I couldn’t help but think of eclairs as I was pumped full of a creamy filling from all entrances.
Their orgasms pass after a minute or so, their weenies softening inside me. They all pull out of their respective holes, leaving me feeling surprisingly hollow afterwards. My stomach groans as it tries to figure out what to do with the gallon of seed it’s been fed, and a small burp escapes my mouth. It takes a second for the clone underneath me to crawl out from her current position. I can’t help but giggle as I watch her nervously avoid all of the various cum puddles scattered around the area.
Once all three of them clear the area, I realize how exhausted I am from all that rutting. I roll over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath. I’m lying in a big puddle of cum, getting my coat all sticky, but I don’t care. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in my life. I lay there for a moment, enjoying the aftershocks of that firecracker of a climax. I don’t get much time for myself, however, as a dozen clones close in on me, their dribbling, throbbing cocks looming overhead. For once, they’re not masturbating. They just stare at my limp body for a minute, an uneasy silence filling the air.
“Welp, she’s spent. I don’t think we can have much fun with her like this...” one clone says, stating the obvious.
“Aww, but I wanted a go!” another one complains, hanging her head and making a pouty face.
“Oh, I’ve got an idea. She really likes cum, doesn’t she?” a third one grins, pointing her dick against my face as she begins to firmly stroke herself with both hands.
The other clones catch on quickly and do the same, giggling like schoolfillies in the midst of pranking someone. Once again wet noises fill my ears. Yeah, I think I can see where this is going… giving the ceiling a deadpan glare, I let out a nickering snort, blowing a bubble of cum out of one of my nostrils.
Since they’ve all been jerking it while waiting for their turns, it doesn’t take them long to reach their limits. Within a minute, they start grunting, moaning, gritting their teeth and bucking their hips. One by one, I get a perfect view of their cocks flaring up, their crowns growing in diameter as they ready to fire their loads.
“Ooh, h-here I go, I’m gonna c-cum...”
“Me too, I’m cumming...”
“Cumming!”
“Cum!”
“Cum...”
“Cum! Cum! Cum!”
Soon all of them start chanting that one word; showering me with liberal amounts of said sticky substance. They’re positively bathing me in it. They aim for my face, my breasts, my pussy, arms, legs, everywhere. I don’t think there’s a single dry spot on my body. My entire world is off-white. I smell, taste, feel, see and hear nothing but cum. The warmth of it, surprisingly, is actually kind of relaxing.
Just when I was about to open my mouth and ask them if they’re done yet, their weenies finally run out of fun juice and they stop their inane chanting. As my cum shower dies down to a trickle, I hear a chorus of satisfied groans and sighs.
“Heh heh... think we overdid it?” one clone laughs awkwardly.
“Nope!” another asserts confidently. This elicits a chuckle from several clones.
That laughter is followed by an awkward silence, as the clones find themselves not knowing what to do next. Their existence has been pretty eventful up to this point, so the absence of fun activities is a relatively foreign feeling for them. They stand there silently for a few seconds, before one Pinkie voices the thoughts of all of her comrades.
“Soooo… what do we do now?” One clone ponders.
“Yeah, I’m bored…” Another clone mumbles.
“Can I cum in The Odd One?” a clone stuck in the back corner of the cave asks.
“I don’t think she has the energy for anypony else…” Another clone grimaced.
“Awwww…” almost all the clones sigh in disappointment.
“Wait, girls! Look!” One clone shouts, pointing to the mouth of the cave. Everypony’s gaze follows the finger of the pink mare as they spot the light of the outside world.
“Is that the way out of here?” a clone questions.
“Yeah, it looks kinda spooky…” another clone meekly demurred.
“We should head head out there! We might find something fun to do!” yet another clone chirped; excited to find new territory outside of the cave.
“Do you think there’s something else we can cum inside of out there?” The possibility excites the large group of Pinkies quickly crowding the area.
“I don’t know… But what’s the fun in just waiting here? Let’s get out there and find some tight pussies to cream!~” Another clone chants, calling her comrades to action.
A cheer echoes through the cave as the hundreds of futa Pinkies bounce their way out of the cave. “Cum! Cum! Cum!” I hear them chant as the crowd the exit; squeezing their way out to see the rest of the world. Only a dozen of the clones stay behind to continue pulling clones from the Mirror Pool. As they march out of the cave I can’t help but think about all the fun they’re about to have…
And how I have to keep some of that fun for myself~
“Hey girls! Aren’t you forgetting something?~” I weakly coo to get the attention of some of my fleeing clones.
The twenty or so that turn around are treated to a wonderful sight. Using what little power I have left I hike my legs up over my body. I spread my legs wide, exposing my gaping cunny and rosebud to the audience. Every inch of my body, from my tip of my hair to the boots on my feet, is covered in creamy frosting. Just as I expected, the sight was enough to entice the crowd. They lick their lips, cocks already hardening, as they close in on their little treat. It’s going to be a fun night for sure, but I know my strong, powerful, cock-wielding clones will still find a way to surprise me.
Now, let's make twenty horny dickmares all smile at once, shall we?~
2. The Barn Raising (Part 1)
Author's Note
This chapter is from Applejack's POV
Other characters in the chapter include: Apple Bloom, and the Mirror Pool Pinkies.
NOTE: all characters depicted in this chapter and this story are 18 years or older.
2. The Barn Raising (Part 1)
Chapter 2: The Barn Raising
“Hey Applejack, why wasn’t Pinkie Pie here? I thought you said she wanted to help with the barn raising today…” Apple Bloom asked as she painted the side of the barn. I paused, my hammer hovering over a stubborn nail, and I gave my little sister a side glance.
“Oh, you know how hyper-active she can get sometimes, sugarcube. She probably got caught up in something around Ponyville.” I respond, hammering the last few nails into the foundation.
While I appreciate Pinkie promising to help with the barn raising today, I knew she wouldn’t follow through with her word; that mare always finds a way to wrap herself up in the craziest of things. She really can be unpredictable, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s one of my closest friends. She’s got a big heart, and I think the world could use a lot more gals like her, that’s for darn sure.
It would’ve been nice to have my friend help out with the barn raising, but it’s usually an activity celebrated just by the Apple family anyway. All of our relatives from across Equestria gather round the Apple farm to get a chance to help each other expand the family business. It may be hard labor, but good, wholesome teamwork can get things done right quick, and it’s the best way to bond. I only get a chance to see some of my family once every year at the family reunion; barn raising is the only other time we all meet together, giving us a chance to keep in touch.
While we all had fun bringing this barn up on its foundations, the hardest part had been taken care of a while ago. Everypony has since moved on inside to start preparing a feast worthy of the Apple Family, while Apple Bloom and I are outside putting the finishing touches on the barn. I’m driving nails into the base of the structure, while Apple Bloom puts on a layer of weather-resistant paint around the outside. It’s tedious work, but somepony’s got to do it. Without it, the whole thing could just as easily tumble back to the ground without it.
I look up at Apple Bloom, her right hand high above her head as she reaches up, trying to cover the last few bare spots on the barn. I can’t help but feel a little bit of pride swell up in my chest as I watch her work. I remember when she was too small to even plant a tree by herself; feels like yesterday. And now here she is: 18 years old and putting the bulk of the work on her shoulders. I can’t help but see a little bit of myself in her, which isn’t hard to imagine when she’s helping us out with the heavier chores out in the field. She’s gonna do some great things someday, I just know it.
Splotches of paint cover the old work duds she’s currently wearing. A rugged pair of carpenter jeans, a faded, checked shirt and sturdy pair of work gloves complete her outfit. Her shirt is a little tight around her chest, her breasts having fully bloomed in her maturity, but other than the straining buttons it fits her perfectly. She’s starting to let her hair grow out a bit more, but that cute bow on her head is still the cherry on top. Unfortunately the old spills on the shirt and pants can’t be washed off. I hate having to give her hand-me-downs, but you don’t want to be wearing your finest set when you’re painting something this big.
My clothes are much the same as Apple Bloom’s. The colors are different, and mine are a bit cleaner, though they’ve got a few scrapes and tears instead. Naturally, my treasured stetson rests squarely on the top of my head. I practically sleep in the thing. Looking at my sister’s back, even though our coats and manes have different colors, I can understand why ponies sometimes get the two of us mixed up at a distance. I bet if I was ten years younger, we could have been passed off as twins.
I watch her fill in the last few spots on the wall with the red paint, then step down from the ladder. She takes a step back and gives the wall a once-over, checking to see if she’s missed anything. She looks satisfied with her work, so she takes off her gloves and looks over to me.
“How does this look, Applejack?” Apple Bloom asks as she starts cleaning up the paint supplies scattered around the yard.
“Looks like some mighty fine handiwork to me. Let’s clean this up so we can take a quick break.” I tell her, folding up the ladder as I speak.
We get all the painting supplies organized in our tool shed, then come back out to the yard with some folding chairs. The house is a little crowded, what with all the guests we have over, so it’s better if we sit out here for a while. Some fresh air never hurt anypony. I unfold my chair, and plop my rear down in the seat. My legs are so sore from all the lifting, pulling and just plain standing around we’ve been doing all day. I needed to take a load off. I look to my left, and I see that the guys left their cooler leaning up against the barn. I go over to take a look inside, and I find a pair of hard ciders.
I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until I saw the two ciders just sitting in there. My throat starts feeling a little dry just looking at them. They do look really tasty, but my common sense reminds me that I shouldn’t drink two full ciders while we have guests. Can’t be making a fool of myself by getting buzzed around my family.
I then take a look back at my sister. She’s laying down in her lawn chair, taking a well-deserved nap after all that work she’s done today. I really do wish ma and pa were able to see the strong young lady they were able to bring to the world. She deserves a treat for this. Granny Smith might not be amused with what I’m about to do, but I feel hard work needs to be recognized somehow.
I reach my hand out to grab the two ciders out of the cooler. They’re still cold, which is great. Nothing is worse than a warm cider, especially on such a hot afternoon. I take the bottle opener out of the pocket of my jeans, and crack the two bottles open. Some bubbles overflow out the neck of the bottle as I walk back to my seat. The sound of opening bottles rouses Apple Bloom from her slumber, and her gaze follows my movements. She sees the two open bottles of cider, then sends a glare in my direction.
“Don’t you think it’s a little early to be drinking two ciders?” She asks.
“It ain’t too early if you’re sharing the cider.” I respond, motioning a bottle in her direction.
Apple Bloom’s eyes widen at my response. “B-but, I thought that cider was-”
“For adults.” I interrupt. “Adults are the only ones allowed to have cider because they’re the only ones responsible enough to drink it without abusing it. And Apple Bloom, after all the hard work you put into the barn raising today, I think you’ve proven yourself as a pretty responsible young adult. So, you wanna have a cider with me?”
I sit down next to my sister and reach out, offering her the cold drink. Her eyes dart between mine and the cider for a second. She’s unsure of how to respond in this situation, and it’s clear in her body language. Eventually, she puts her fears behind her and takes the cider out of my hand.
“Thanks sis, you’re the best!” she beams as she takes a quick sip. Flinching at the strong flavor, she swallows and coughs once. “Landsakes, I never knew it was this strong! Is it supposed to burn your throat like that?”
“Eeyup.” I respond succinctly and take a swig. I’m trying real hard not to laugh at her reaction, but a chuckle still escapes my lips. “You’ll get used to it though.”
Eyeing the bottle with determination, she takes another small sip. Knowing what to expect this time, she handles it a bit better. Atta girl. She can be just as stubborn as me when she wants to. I knew she could take a little liquor, even if it’s got a kick to it.
We sit out there for probably around half an hour just watching clouds and telling stories while we drink. With all the chores we have to do on a daily basis, I rarely have the time to just sit down and talk with my little sister. There are some things that I would never have known about her if we didn’t get the chance to chat like this every now and then. I guess I never realized how much time I spend on my lonesome improving the family business ‘till I started missing the little things ‘round the house. It really makes me think about what I would do with my time if I weren’t so busy tending to the fields all the time.
My thoughts are interrupted by loud rustling in the bushes across the road. Apple Bloom and I both direct our attention to the noise as the rustling visibly shakes the bushes. We always have to be on high alert when something’s moving in those bushes, on account of all the mysterious creatures living in the forest just beyond that bush. We never know what might come out of there, so we have to be ready to defend our farm at all costs.
Just as Apple Bloom and I get out of our chairs to check on the noise, we see a head poke out of the bushes. That head belongs to none other than Pinkie Pie. Relief washes over me as I sit back down in my chair. I need to stop letting her scare me like that… I think to myself as I take another sip of my cider.
“Howdy, Pinkie! Where have you been all day?” I eagerly ask the pink pony. “I thought you said you wanted to help with the barn raising?”
“A barn raising? Ooh, what is that? Is it fun?” She questions excitedly, poking more of her body out of the bushes.
I was going to ask her how she managed to forget about the barn raising in such a short period of time, but something else distracts me before I say anything. Bouncing out of the cover of the bushes are a pair of large, pink breasts attached to her chest. I should be surprised by this sight, but it leaves me more annoyed than anything. Pinkie has lost her shirt in her shenanigans so often that I’ve become accustomed to the sight of her supple breasts.
“Pinkie, where is your shirt!? I told you to stop coming here when you lose yours!” I stress to her, glaring her down as I do so.
“Aww, but clothes are boring!” Pinkie groans.
“For the last time, Pinkie! The Mayor doesn’t care if you think clothes are boring! Moseying around town without clothes is indecent! She said you’ll get arrested if you’re caught outside without clothes again, and nopony wants to see you stuck behind bars!” I growl.
Sometimes these conversations I have with Pinkie can get really repetitive. This is the third time this week I’ve had to have this talk with her! I can’t tell if she’s really listening to me. I know she’s a kind soul, but she has a bad habit of doing things that aren’t socially acceptable. I mean it when I say that nopony wants to see someone as innocent as her stuck in a jail cell, so it’s really hard to watch her keep making these mistakes.
I know I shouldn’t keep giving her passes and just let her feel the punishment for her mistakes, but some part of me just won’t let it happen. She’s like family to me, and I’d do anything to make sure my family stays out of trouble. I sigh in contempt, my sense of goodwill finally beating out all other inhibitions. Trouble or not, I can’t just leave her walking around without a shirt on. Who knows what kind of crowd that might attract? She should feel lucky I have a sports bra under this shirt…
I pull my shirt up above my head, revealing a lot more of my upper body to Celestia’s sun. Some might consider what I’m doing as fairly risqué, but at least I have something covering my chest. Pinkie is just letting her breasts hang out freely.
“Alright Pinkie, I’ll help you out, but this is the last time that I’m letting you use my clothes! I’m still waiting for you to return my shorts from the last time you decided to run around naked!” I warn her.
She’s hesitant at first, but after some time, she decides to make her way out of the bush. She stands up the rest of the way, and starts walking across the road. Everything looks up to par at this point, until I notice something big swinging back and forth between her legs. Pinkie has surprised me on several occasions, but I don’t think there has ever been an instance where I have been left quite this speechless.
“Uh, Pinkie? Did Zecora give you one of her ‘special’ potions again?” Apple Bloom asks awkwardly, giving Pinkie’s naked form a weird look. I know my little sister is a grown mare now, but I’m still not comfortable with her getting an eyeful of stallion bits, especially when they’re that big. Even Big Mac would be envious of that there dangle...
Pinkie’s only a few yards away when I finally snap out of it. I throw my shirt into her chest, which she catches by reflex. I cross my arms and harrumph at her. Forget what I said earlier. If she wants to walk around in public with no pants on and that between her legs, she can get herself in as much trouble as she wants.
“There! Put it on and get outta here! I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into today missy, but we’ve got guests at the house and we can’t have them seeing you like this.” I say in annoyance.
Pinkie stares dumbly at the piece of clothing for a few seconds before scowling and throwing it over her shoulder like a piece of trash. I watch dumbfounded as it lands in a mud puddle. “No! I don’t want that!” she objects.
I feel my eye twitch at the callous display. She closes the remaining distance and stops just in front of me, giving my body an appraising look. “Eyes up here, Pin-” I begin, but I’m interrupted by her sticking her hand down my pants.
“Do you have a vagina?” she asks obliviously and without a hint of shame. Apple Bloom and I can only stare slack-jawed as she fishes around inside my panties. The second my brain catches up with reality, I grab her hand and pull it back out. She immediately buries her other hand in there and keeps searching.
“Pinkie, no!” I yell at her. What in tarnation does she think she’s doing?! Is she drunk or something?
“Aww, you don’t have one?” she pouts disappointedly. Suddenly I feel her fingers dig into my marehood, and her expression brightens again. “Wait, there it is! I found it I found it I found it!” she cheers.
I push her away a bit harder than I meant to, sending her tumbling backwards. I’m just about to give her have a piece of my mind when Apple Bloom beats me to the punch. “Pinkie, what the hay?! How can you just… just grope my sister like that? I thought you were our friend!” she scolds, stomping her foot to punctuate her statement.
Pinkie sits up, shakes her head and looks at Apple Bloom like she hadn’t noticed her until now. “Oh, do you have a pussy too?” she grins and stares right at my sister’s crotch.
“Of course I do, you cotton brain! Why are you acting like this? Do we need to get Twilight to take a look inside your head again?” my sister says, giving me a knowing look after the last question. I nod. I’ve got some rope in the tool shed. We can have her trussed up like a turkey in half a minute if this continues.
Before we can move to restrain the troublesome mare, she stands up, turns to the forest across the road and whistles sharply. “Hey everypinkie! Come out here! I found more pussies!” she shouts and waits, staring into the trees and bushes.
At first nothing happens. I share a look with Apple Bloom, and she seems just as confused as me. “Pinkie, who are you talking… to...” I trail off, feeling a tremor in the ground.
“Cum! Cum! Cum!”
Another Pinkie jumps out of the bushes. Then another. And another. I rub my eyes, not quite believing what I’m seeing. In a matter of seconds there are dozens - no, hundreds - of Pinkies swarming around the barn. All of them are chanting a certain profane word. All of them are naked. All of them have dicks. Dicks that are starting to get hard...
“Apple Bloom.”
“Yeah?”
“Run.”
We bolt in opposite directions along the wall, but before either of us can get more than a few yards, our paths are cut off by the Pinkies. They form a semicircle around us, blocking every avenue of escape. We slowly back away from them until we’re standing shoulder to shoulder with our backs against the wall. All the while the first Pinkie just stands there in the middle, grinning at us and looking very pleased with herself.
“Cum! Cum! Cum!” they continue to chant as they hop around the farm freely. Every move they make, however, is organized enough to not leave us any exit. I start working the numbers in my head on whether or not I could work my way out of here by fighting the horde, but I don’t want to take that risk with those throbbing peckers in the question. Anger starts to well up in my throat as I start to picture what Pinkie has likely been doing with her day. That little slut…
Their excited jumping starts to calm down as their attention is focussed on us. A whole army of cock-wielding Pinkie Pies, all of them stroking their poles as they keep walking towards us. All I can do is shield Apple Bloom behind me as they close their distance. It has become very clear what they want, which puts a cloud of fear over my head. I’ve never done anything of this sort before, and I know Apple Bloom hasn’t either. I’ve been keeping away whatever boys she tries to bring to the farm to make sure of it. We both need to save ourselves for a pair of stallions who can treat us right, but more than anything, I need to make sure she keeps herself away from somepony who’s just going to hurt her. I’ll sacrifice myself if that’s what it takes; I’m not about to let a gang of pink rapists take my little sister’s cherry.
“A-alright. If it’s me that you want, you can have me. J-just keep Apple Bloom out of this!” I shout, giving my best poker face to cover up the fear gripping my mind.
“Aww, why would you keep her out of the party? Everypony’s invited!” One of the Pinkies say, enticing a cheer out of the crowd behind her. She says it in such an innocent voice, but that doesn’t change the dark meaning behind those words.
“Cum! Cum! Cum!” they begin to chant again as they close in on us. I try best to keep them from grabbing onto Apple Bloom, but there’s simply too many of them. Dozens of hands grab and pull us away from each other, tearing our clothes in the process. I try to at least hold onto my sister’s hand, but they deny us even that.
“Apple Bloom!” I yell desperately.
“Applejack!” she responds. I see the fear in her eyes. A block of ice forms in my stomach as I realize there’s absolutely nothing I can do to protect her. I can only watch as she slowly slips out of view behind a wall of Pinkies.
They push me up against the wall of the barn, shoving my face into the wet paint. It soaks into my coat and hair, but I pay that fact little mind as I have much bigger problems here. What little clothes I still have on are quickly torn off. They pull off my boots, and one of them even takes my hat! Putting it on her head, she pushes herself up against me, making sure I can feel every inch of her cock against the small of my back. The sensation makes me shiver. I struggle as I try to get away from her, but my arms are firmly held in place by two other Pinkies. They might as well be bolted to the wall; I can’t move an inch.
“No, wait! Stop! Let me go! Help!” I can hear Apple Bloom shout off to the side. It hurts my heart to know that she’s just a small distance away, but I can’t do anything to save her from this trouble. I know I’m a fairly strong mare, but moments like this make me feel powerless.
“Howdy~” the hat-Pinkie whispers sultry into my ear in a mock accent, giggling at her own pun. I am not amused. She rubs her hard, pulsing member against my back and I feel a trickle of something run down my spine. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but it feels wet yet... sticky...
Enjoying herself for a minute, she soon leans into my ear and whispers again. “So, partner, where do you want it? Pick a hole or I’ll pick one for you...”
On one hand, I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of an answer. On the other, I really don’t want her to stick that monster up my rear. Swallowing my anxiety, I stutter out my choice. “My p-pussy. T-take my pussy...”
“Say please...” she sings into my ear.
Sighing in defeat, I tell her what she wants to hear. “Please take my pussy, Pinkie. I w-want to feel you inside of me...” I say in a not very convincing voice.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it? Good girl~” she murmurs, lowering her stance and shifting her hips. She spreads my legs and I feel her pressing her member against my cunt. Grinding herself against me, it takes her a while to even get the tip inside. I let out a hiss of pain when she finally does, spreading my lower lips wide. Oh, Celestia, this is gonna hurt!
“Pinkie Pie, please! Don’t do this! I’m sorry I called you a cotton head! I-AAAUGH!” I hear Apple Bloom’s words cut off by a loud scream. It’s at that moment I realize the Pinkies have taken my little sister’s virginity. It’s tragic knowing that despite all the work I put into making her save herself for the right guy, she was defiled by a gang of horny dickmares. That thought, however, put my own situation into perspective. I’ve been saving myself for more than twenty years, and all of that time is about to be put to waste by this pink mare behind me. My struggling intensifies as I try to do whatever I can to throw her off.
“Oh no, silly billy. You’re staying right here.” she insists and pushes me harder into the wall, rubbing paint into my stomach she does so. I bite my lip as I feel her drive her cock past my entrance. White hot pain shoots down my spine as I feel something break down there. Tears well up in my eyes and I taste copper from biting my lip too hard. She just took my innocence, but I refuse to scream. I will not give her the satisfaction!
“Mmm, you’re so tight and warm...” she muses as she keeps pushing deeper, seemingly unaware of my discomfort. Every inch is agonizing, but I grit my teeth and stay silent. She has the force behind her to squeeze in inch after grueling inch until she hits my cervix. She tries to push against it a couple times, but she seems to give up when she can’t get in. I take a small comfort in the fact that as much as this hurts, at least she can’t go any deeper.
“Oh, it won’t let me all the way in? Don’t worry, I know how to take care of this...” she states ominously.
In less than a second, she pulls her cock almost completely out of me, then rams it back in all the way to the hilt. Did she just... break through my cervix? It happened so fast I couldn’t tell what was going on until after the fact. One second I was standing on the ground, the next I was pinned against the wall by her cock, my legs dangling uselessly in the air. The entire wall shook from the impact. My sight went black for a moment, and I can’t seem to get any air into my lungs. Alright, forget losing my virginity. That wasn’t so painful. This, however, freaking hurts!
“Ah, there we go. Now let’s get this party started!” the Pinkie behind me says casually as she pulls back and resumes her thrusting, gradually speeding up the movement of her hips.
“Guh! You’re too fast! Ah, oof! S-slow down! Please! I can’t… I can’t... nnngh!” my sister begs to no avail. While it is still increasingly hard to listen to her pleas, I can barely even pay attention to her voice with the treatment I’m getting.
I know this isn’t how sex is supposed to feel, because if it was, no one would want to have it. At least no one would want to be on the receiving end of it; the Pinkies seem to like dishing it out just fine. This Pinkie just continues to moan into my ear as she mercilessly has her way with my flower. Not one iota of romance or peaceful pleasures are even taken into account as I’m forced to romp like a barn animal.
“Hey, what are these things? They smell good!” I hear one of the Pinkies say. I glance back to see a Pinkie in the back of the crowd holding an apple, picked straight from one of the nearby apple trees. She licks her lips and takes a big bite out of it, chewing slowly. “Mmm, juicy!” she exclaims happily and reaches for a second one before she’s even finished the first.
Several Pinkies follow her example and start picking apples from the trees. I grit my teeth as I watch them slowly pick the whole grove clean. These thieving vermin are devouring our livelihood right before my eyes! I have half a mind to give the one behind me a kick in the nads and start beating the living snot out of them all, but the rational part of me knows we wouldn’t stand a chance against their numbers. I don’t want to think about what else they might do to Apple Bloom if things get violent...
My mind can’t focus on what the Pinkies in the back are doing for too long, however, as the Pinkie at my back starts to speed up. I feel her thrusts start to become more urgent and shallow as she nears her peak. I know what comes next, but knowing doesn’t help against the fear I feel. Part of the reason I’ve never had sex is for the risk of pregnancy, and with my busy work schedule, I can’t afford to settle down just yet. Judging by the behavior of these Pinkies, I doubt any of them will want to pull out. What if one of them gets me pregnant? I don’t even want to think about what kind of demon will spawn out of me because of this crowd.
Unfortunately, that awful thought gets a little closer to becoming reality as I feel her tip start to expand in my womb, tying her hips to mine. I hear her let out a loud grunt as I feel her length throb; cum traveling all the way down her 18 inches. I shudder as I feel something warm and sticky paint the walls of my womb. There is a lot more sperm than I can handle and I quickly feel my womb start to expand to make room. I find myself unable to breathe, overwhelmed by the sharp pain of my insides swelling.
After a minute or so, I feel the pressure stop building, telling me that this Pinkie’s balls have finished draining. Her member starts to soften a bit, making it easier for her to pull herself out of me. She slips her dick out, opening the floodgates for her cum to trickle down my legs. A small puddle starts to form at my feet, making my digits sticky with her seed. It’s become a lot harder to stand after that first encounter, and the Pinkies holding me against the wall end up doing more work trying to keep me standing.
“Thanks, partner!” The Pinkie jokes, winking and tipping my hat to me as she does so. I see her walk off into the crowd, taking my hat with her. Her head quickly disappears in the sea of pink hair surrounding the area. I had a lot of memories with that hat, and now it belongs to the mare that likely just knocked me up...
Before I can spend much time dwelling on that fact, I hear another Pinkie step up behind me. I feel a hand strike down against my rear hard. I yelp, my butt starting to go red at the sudden impact of her hand. With that same hand, she grabs a handful of my ass, spreading the cheek a little bit to expose my crotch. I feel a cool breeze blow back there, making me quiver. That feeling doesn’t last long, however, as the rod pressing against my backdoor prevents any wind from blowing into the cavern between my cheeks.
I feel this new cock dive in; stretching out my anal ring as it drools precum inside me. A new pain is drilled into my head as I feel more of my rectum stretched out by marecock. I feel the phallic intruder go deeper and deeper into the tight space, the constant flow of pre slightly dampening the entry but doing little to ease the pain. She only just hilted herself inside, and it already feels like she’s let out enough pre to constitute an orgasm in itself. As her hips start rocking back and forth, I can tell her load will be much more massive than the already impressive load of the last one.
“Mmmhhff~ yes yes yeees! So good… warm… full… please mhh… more… moooOOre~” I hear my sister coo, pleasure clear in her voice.
Apple Bloom’s change of tone surprises me. Something’s up, and I don’t like it. I notice there’s a small gap in the pink herd, so I try to look over to her. What I find makes my eyes bulge. I can hardly believe the state she’s in. She’s standing against the wall with a Pinkie between her legs. She's completely nude like me, but that’s where our similarities end. She isn’t being held in place; there’s only one Pinkie touching her. Apple Bloom has bent herself over, and is pushing her rump into the thrusts of the Pinkie behind her, giving her a straight horizontal path to her womb. She’s blushing profusely, has a blissful, faraway look in her eyes, and is actually drooling!
Just as I look over to check on her, I see the Pinkie penetrating her behind speed up her thrusts to a blinding pace, then hilt herself fully inside. The way the Pinkie’s face is scrunched up with her eyes rolling back in her head signifies that she's now cumming inside of my little sister. I can only watch as the Pinkie is eagerly emptying her nuts into Apple Bloom's most private place. Apple Bloom lets out a hearty moan as more cum starts to travel down to the much larger puddle between her legs. Judging by her bulging stomach, this Pinkie likely isn’t the first one to fill her up. She might not even be the second or third one to get a turn inside my sister! As soon as she finishes and pulls out, another one immediately takes her place, quickly able to enter her and resume the same pace as the last! Apple Bloom just looks back and grins at her, seemingly overjoyed to have another Pinkie shove a cock into her! Has she completely lost her mind?!
I grit my teeth, feeling a vein throb on my forehead. I spent all this time today thinking she finally became a grown mare, but she proved herself to still be just a child. No, not a child. At least a child would have the decency to not get drunk with lust as soon as somepony lets themselves inside of her. My little sister is a slut! I’m embarrassed by this realization; I know our family raised her better than this!
My train of thought is broken again by a hard thrust from the Pinkie behind me. I feel her heavy nuts slap against my thighs as she continues to hollow me out with her cock. Even comparing them to the goody bags I’ve seen all of the other Pinkies sporting, this Pinkie behind me had all of them beat. This girl had herself a pair of plums between her legs, and they were slapping against my rear with enough force to likely leave a mark later.
I start to realize the lewd thoughts that have invaded my mind, and I try to shake them out. I’m not going to let them take my mind; I’m stronger than that! Apple Bloom was a lot more weak-willed than I might have anticipated, but they’re not going to take my head too! I just need to take my mind off of this, is all. I know the giant 20-inch log clogging my pipes is pretty hard to ignore, but nothing in this world is impossible. I just need to find something new to focus on.
I hear the crunching sound of a crisp apple behind me, making me freeze. I take a look to see that the pinkie pistoning into me has an apple in one hand, and one of my flanks in the other. Well, I did ask for something else to focus on...
“Wowie zowie, these things taste delicious!” The Pinkie says, mouth still full with the bite she just took.
“H-HEY! Put that apple down, young lady!” I yell in frustration.
“Nah, I don’t feel like it.” She says.
I look around to notice that she’s not the only Pinkie taking herself a share of the apple crop. I see empty bushels discarded all around the area as all the Pinkies got themselves a snack. Apple cores and precum make the ground a complete mess, and I can only look on in horror. A whole month’s worth of produce is going down the drain, and I can do nothing to stop it. I don’t know what is happening around me, but none of it feels real. Nothing this insane could possibly be real. Maybe if I close my eyes, I’ll be let out of this nightmare…
I shudder as a pleasurable sensation blossoms through my body.
I gasp, my eyes shooting open at that feeling that went through me. W-What was that!? I shiver as I feel it shoot through me again. I feel the thrusts of the cock inside me start to get shallow, thrusts becoming only a few inches in length, as she tries to keep as much of herself buried inside me as possible. I can tell she’s getting close to cumming, but that’s not what I’m worried about. I feel her medial ring scraping against a particularly sensitive spot on my insides, making my legs weak with every stroke. This occurrence is making a foreign pressure build up in my groin. I don’t know why, but something about this feels… good.
NO! I can’t let them get in my head like this! I can’t let them win! I try desperately to escape the situation I’m in, but there’s no way out. All I can hear is the sound of wet slapping flesh and the crisp crunching of apples. The feeling of her cock pumping through my delicate insides makes the pressure build faster. I start to realize what’s building up, which scares me more. They can’t make me cum. I’ve never even made myself cum. I need to take myself out of this scenario. I need to wake up from this dream. I have to do something.
I can’t...
Let them…
Make me…
...
CUM!
“AAAAAAAAH~” I let loose a ground-shaking moan as I feel the pressure in my loins pop. Marecum shoots out of my gaping pussy as my orgasm goes in full swing. For a moment, I lose all control of my muscles. My body is just riding the wave of pleasure it’s been given. There’s something so primal about this feeling, and part of me can’t get enough of it.
The orgasm of the Pinkie inside be only adds to the moment. Her load is just as ridiculously large as I had first assumed. Why, that cock was more full of juice than a hay sausage at a Germaneian grill-out! Every ounce of that juice flowed into my ass like a fire hose, pumping me up further. I felt her balls clench and throb against my slit as fluids of my own drenched her skin.
Eventually, both of us are able to come down from our highs. She pulls herself out of me, backing into the crowd around me. When no one comes to take her place immediately, I look back to see what’s holding them up, only to see them staring at me in amazement. The only noises being made are the illegible moans coming from my sister. They must have been really surprised by my orgasm.
“Wow. You’re quite the screamer, aren’t ya?” One of the Pinkies chuckles, breaking the silence. ”That hurt my ears a little bit, but I find myself wanting to hear you scream again.~”
That comment incites another cheer from the crowd as she walks up behind me. I find myself feeling weaker than ever, but I know that won’t stop the Pinkie from showing her full force. I feel her tip line itself up with my ass, and I’m slightly relieved by that fact. At least it felt a little better back there than in my cunt. The last thing I can think about before my mind gives in is how much easier it is for this Pinkie to hilt inside my ass.
