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?~