Author's Note

Fetishes Contained In This Chapter:
- Absorption
- Goo Pony
- Selfcest
- Multidick
- Cunnilingus

Trying Together

Big Mac stepped back into the kitchen, feeling fresh and ready to go again after grabbing that bath.He saw that Pinkie cleaned up the mess they had both made and had even put away most of the pastries and treats that had littered the place before. When he spotted her, she was wiping down the counters of all the sugar dust and chocolate. “Heya,” he said, announcing his return to the baker.

Pinkie turned her head slightly to see that Big Mac had finished cleaning himself. She could smell her own cotton-candy-scented soap on his damp fur. He had somehow managed to get all the cum out of his fur, leaving Pinkie relieved that she didn’t have to give him a shave before the stallion had to go home. It was hard enough getting him here without raising too much suspicion. “Heya, hot stuff,” she responded, bouncing over to him and giving him a bump with her rump. “So we’re finally starting to run out of stuff to test.”

“Is that so?” Big Mac replied seeing that the table seemed to only have a scant few treats left. Some cupcakes and a tray of fruit tarts were all that remained of the veritable smorgasbord that had greeted him earlier in the day.

“So what’s left on the list?” Big Mac asked, eyeing the cupcakes as Pinkie kept snuggling close to him, the intoxicating cotton-candy scent of his fur alluring her senses for a moment. “What else’ve you got to change me into?”

“Well, Mac,” she said, leaning on him and looking at the lonely pastries in front of the two. “We’ve pretty much gone through everything unless you really have a hankering to change into some other sorta animal.”

“Heh,” Big Mac chuckled. “As fun as bein a dragoness was, I think I’m ok with just bein a pony for now.”

“Well Mr. Pony,” she alluded, “how’s about I introduce you to one of my friends for these next few rounds?”

Big Mac blushed, kicking a hoof at the ground. “I’m flattered that you want to show me to your friends, Pinkie, but I’m here for you.”

“Don’t worry,” Pinkie said, finally lifting her head off the stallion’s back and bouncing over to one of the cupcakes. Waving her plump butt in Big Mac’s face to get him back in the mood, she finished “I know you’ll love my friend just as much as me.” Pinkie then turned and, in her usual fashion, engulfed the cupcake nearly in one bite. “Mmm, lemon!” she shouted licking her lips.

As Big Mac waited to see what she was going on about, he watched as the pink pony stepped to the side, seeming to twitch every few seconds involuntarily. “Pinkie, what…” Big Mac started as she held out a hoof to silently hush the stallion. He watched it vibrate in front of him ever so slightly.

Then the vibrations returned, faster, longer and more intense. It almost looked like she was caught in her own little earthquake for a moment. She vibrated faster and faster, her body becoming reduced to a pink blur. Big Mac took a step back, worried at what she just ate. He watched the air around her spark as the blur of her body increased twofold. The pink blur seemed to be much bigger than possible for one pony.

He felt the energy in the air raise, the air sparking again and again when suddenly, he heard a crack that could challenge lightning, a shock wave hitting him with a rush of air. Reflexively he raised a hoof to protect his eyes. He heard one more spark and the air was still again. Lowering his hoof, he looked back to see that Pinkie remained unchanged, the same fluffy mane, and the same candy-pink fur. Next to her though, was Pinkie.

Rubbing his eyes, he blinked and saw that his eyes were not playing tricks on him. There stood Pinkie and right next to her stood another Pinkie, identical in every way, down to the eyelashes surrounding her beautiful blue eyes. “What do you think of my friend?” the Pinkie on the left asked. “She’s got a pretty cute rump I think.”

“You’re one to talk, bubble butt,” the left Pinkie said, poking the one on the right in the tush. “You’ve got one gropable ass, girl.”

“Right back atcha,” the right Pinkie replied, giving the other’s butt a squeeze. They continued back and forth for a few seconds, giggling the whole time before Big Mac finally started to make sense of it all.

“Pinkie?” he asked, looking at them both. “Did that cupcake…” he pointed to the wrapper of the cupcake. “Did that… clone you.”

“Eyup,” they both replied in unison, echoing the typical response that Big Mac usually answered with.

“Told ya you’d like my friend,” the Pinkie on the right said as the Pinkie on the left gave her best impression of innocent eyes and a cute smile to look like a perfect angel. “She’d really like to get to know you,” the right Pinkie very audibly whispered as the other waved and gave a wink. “Think we can let her have some fun with us?”

Big Mac gave a smile, and looked at both pink copies of the mare he’d been experimenting with all night. “Eyup,” he replied as the Pinkie twins excitedly bounced one after the other. They wasted no time, turning and waving both their fat butts right in front of Big Mac, bumping them together a few times for good measure, getting their rumps to jiggle in front of the horny stallion.

Big Mac felt his erection start up again, slowly extending from its sheath and pulsing from the thought of getting to play not with just one Pinkie, but two. Neighing in anticipation, he watched as the two Pinkies butt bumped each other harder and harder until the one went a little too hard, knocking her partner over onto the floor on her back. Big Mac watched as the one standing walked over to the one on her back, both of them practically laughing at the sight of it all, giddy of their unique situation.

“Looks like I’m the top Pinkie now,” the Pinkie that was standing said, looking down at her doppelganger, who was staring into the firsts eyes with a smile plastered onto her face.

The Pinkie below responded, “Just play nice with your underlings, Princess Pinkie.” They both giggled for a moment before going silent. Big Mac just stood there, unsure of what to do when suddenly, the Pinkie on top flopped down onto the one on the bottom. The two giggling ponies had gone from schoolgirl to scandalous in seconds and in moments, the two identical ponies had locked lips, eyes closed and hooves heatedly brushing through each other’s fur.

Big Mac stood there watching the two ponies go at it as if they were both experienced in the art of making out with oneself. Big Mac felt that this wasn’t the first time she had done this. He stood in awe, his erection reminding him that even if the two ponies going at it in front of him were the same pony, they were still amazingly sexy. The two produced sucking noises and moans as they continued to sloppily kiss, stopping only to breathe and moan at their actions.

They continued on, their vaginas very visible to Big Mac at his current viewpoint. Both glistened with need, quivering as the two ponies macked on and on. Soon enough, the kissing mares begin to grind against each other, small moans erupting from the pair. The noises and sight were driving Big Mac mad. The scent of sugar and sex reached his nostrils and set him on edge. He grunted, feeling his erection poking against his stomach again, unsure of what to do. Soon, they let go, a small string of saliva interconnecting them for a brief moment more before breaking apart, their forms heaving from the action.

The top pinkie turned to Big Mac. “Feel free to join us, big guy,” she said, glancing down at her inviting labia, wet and ready for a friend, smooshed up against the Pinkie on the bottom’s. He knew he didn’t need to be told twice. Walking over, he stood over the two Pinkies who had gone back to indulging their own fantasies. Smelling the arousal from their collective nether lips, Big Mac decided that it was time to help them.

Lying down on his back, his stomach not being an option with his raging erection poking from his crotch, he extended his neck and found that his nose rested just between the two inviting vaginas. He could feel the heat from both on his nose, and he was as excited as them to help with that heat. Extending his neck out just a bit, he placed his nose softly between the two compressed lips, slightly slipping it in between each of the four folds. He heard the ponies moan together, almost simultaneously, and the sound sent a chill to the tip of his dick.

After letting his nose become slick from their juices, he started nuzzling around, pushing and pulling his nose in and out of the two ponies. He heard their moans get louder and louder, the both having obviously abandoned their locked lips. He felt them push their rumps around, letting his nose grind deeper and deeper into them. Opening his mouth, he let his tongue do some work too, licking the outer labias as his nose drove further inward.

For a minute or two, Big Mac licked freely as the two Pinkie’s continued to grind against each other. It was a glorious time for the mares, but the stallion was left to service himself, stroking his dick as he played with the others. The top Pinkie caught on to this unfair situation and called to the other two. “Hold up guys, I’ve got an idea.” Getting up, she grabbed an apple tart from the tray before returning to the pair of ponies watching her. “You’ve been helping both of us,” Pinkie pointed to herself and her clone, “but you’ve only got one mouth. So I propose we get a fourth to help us out!”

Pinkie presented the treat to Big Mac. “Don’t worry,” the Pinkie on the floor in front of him said. “It doesn’t hurt a bit.”

Big Mac looked at the treat worryingly, and then back to Pinkie. He hesitated for a second, watching both Pinkies wait in anticipation to see what his choice was. “I suppose having another friend couldn’t hurt.”

“Eeee!” was all Pinkie said as Big Mac took a bite of the cupcake. It was sugary as he was expecting, but the taste was sublime. The vanilla icing was most noticeable, but another flavor creep in near the end of it.

“Blackberry,” Big Mac said, commenting on the usual finish to a cupcake. “I like it.”

“Blackberry?” Pinkie replied, a worried expression replacing her excited one. “Not Orange?” she asked, a fake smile covering her old one.

“No,” Big Mac said, sitting up and looking at the pony. “That tastes like blackberry, not orange. I think I’d know the difference.

“Oh, the other pony said, an embarrassed expression creeping around her face “Oopsie-doopsie.” she commented. “Might’ve given you the wrong one.”

“The wrong one, Big Mac said, exasperated. “Well what does this one–AHUGH!” he moaned out, not getting to finish his question, a streak of pleasure coursing through his entire body. His body shuddered as the transformation began. He felt his crotch itch, then if felt like his penis was on fire. It was more pleasurable than painful, but looking down, he saw that the tip of his cock was quivering of its own accord.

“Pink-IE,” he said, another pleasurable pulse shocking his groin as the vibration increased. Pinkie just smiled and took a step back as he started to squirm, wanting to stop the pressure in his crotch and feeling the insatiable urge to get up and fuck one of the Pinkies silly with his vibrating dick.

The pressure built and the vibration continued until suddenly, a spark shot through the air, and a pop sounded throughout the room. His cock cooled instantly and Big Mac fell on his back, tired from the energy that he had just exerted during the transformation. The Pinkie’s gasped together before uttering a small “Ooh” at the stallion. Looking to his left, he saw no clones of himself standing around. Looking to his right he saw that the fact was still true. Whatever that spell did, it didn’t duplicate him.

Finally looking back to the Pinkie to see what they were enamored with, he saw that they were both looking at his crotch. Leaning up to see the change, he saw what they were looking at and couldn’t stop himself from giving a small gasp as well. There stood his normal horsecock, erect and nearly a foot in length, but erect right next to it, attached to the same sheath and the same set of balls that he had always had was a second cock. The two stuck up, one above the other, and now that the moment had died down, he could distinctly feel the both of them rubbing up against each other.

“That’s one solution to the problem,” the Pinkie that handed him the cupcake in the first place said. He saw her take one of the tarts and pop it into her mouth, going over and resuming her position on top of her comrade.

Raising her butt to show her whole vagina in all it’s glory he heard the one Pinkie say, “Take us both Double Mac.”

“Plow your fields,” the other echoed. The animalistic feeling of needing to breed overcame Big Mac as he saw them flash their sex once more in his face. Less than carefully, he pushed himself to his hooves, feeling his sensitive penises rub against each other again, pushing him closer to the already tangible edge. He stepped over to the twins and placed both tips against their labias. They squirmed ever so slightly to try to line up the shafts to their plots, but before they could give him the go-ahead, the smell finally broke him and he lost his restraint.

His powerful toned hips, helped by years of farmwork, plowed his penises into the two ponies who weren’t ready for such a forceful entry. The two moaned, tears streaming out of their eyes, and before they could complain, they felt the stallion pull out and pound back in. The Pinkies let go, accepting their fate that they just gave a horny stallion another dick when he could barely keep the first under control. He pounded them, hearing their butts slap against his nuts and his crotch.

Being finally the normal sizes that both ponies were, the Pinkies came to the horrifyingly lusty conclusion that Big Mac was slightly bigger than they were used to taking. The pain of his dick slamming into them and bottoming out on their collective cervix drove them to tears. They loved every second of it, but every second they felt the pain of taking a stallion to the balls. They looked into each eyes as tears streamed out of them, Pinkie’s tart finally starting to take effect.

Bottom Pinkie watched as Top Pinkie seemed almost to melt, the sweat seeming to increase around her. Soon enough her flesh actually did start to turn gooier and gooier until she became the spitting image of a goo mare. Big Mac had his eyes closed and was grunting with each thrust, his mind lost to the world. The two kissed, knowing their collective fate.

The two Pinkies kept their lips locked as the top melted into the bottom, taking Big Mac’s top Penis with her. The three just kept pounding and getting pounded, but slowly and surely all of them began to melt together. Big Mac started pumping deeper and deeper into the goo pony not realizing he was essentially fucking a gooey blob. The Pinkies began again becoming one, although not in the traditional sense. They still had two vaginas that Big Mac was still going to town on, but the one realized that it was her time to possess and control this situation.

In a flash, the top Pinkie and the bottom became once more one Pinkie, but instead of staying as one pony, their gooey substance shot up Big Mac’s Urethra and into his juicy untouched ponut, corrupting him and turning him into the same thing they were. Feelings mixed together, consciousnesses popped in and out of existence, and for a moment all three were one. The feeling of climax hit and Big Mac could feel his dick erupt in jizz, Pinkie feeling her vagina fill to the brim with the milky white seed. Everything aside from these feelings seemed to be shared between the two.

The two opened their eyes and realized that both of them viewed the world through the same set. The two ponies had become one. Looking collectively down at their hooves, they saw that their fur retained Pinkie’s coloration, but their body was closer to that of Big Mac’s. Looking back, they saw that they both had Big Mac’s penis, spent and dripping on the floor, not having yet retreated back into its sheath, the tangerine-sized balls there with it.

They both reached a hoof back and felt a set of vagina lips above their balls and they could feel that they were full of semen. Taking the hoof back, it was dabbed with the white reproductive fluid. Wiping it away on a dish towel nearby, they trotted over to the pastry tray, pushing the pastries away to see their face gazing back at them. A blue eye on the left and a green eye on the right looked back at them, Pinkie’s hair with Big Mac’s coloration on top. The sight was almost comical to behold.

“We’ve,” Big Mac started, hearing his voice come from the frankenstein of a pony that was Pinkie and Big Mac together.

“Combined,” the next word came out, Pinkie’s voice along with it. The pony in the reflection smiled. “Isn’t it cool? We’re Pinkie Mac, or Big Pink, or Pinkietosh!”

Big Mac gave a hearty laugh cutting Pinkie’s voice off from the suggestions coming from the same mouth. “We look ridiculous, Pinkie,” he said, getting a hoof to rustle his orange cotton candy style hair.

“Yeah,” Pinkie agreed, looking at her color on Big Mac’s proportions. “Not the best combo of colors and bodies, visually. Want to go back?”

“Eyup,” Big Mac answered, the two lifting their head and seeing the tray of chips still on the stove. Somehow without even trying to rationalize who was in control when, the both of them casually trotted over to the tray, throwing a chip into the air and crunching down heavily on it. And just like that, the one pony became two again.

“So,” Big Mac said, finishing off the slightly burnt chip. “Been meaning to ask. I’ve been uh… letting loose in ya pretty much all night. Especially during our big and tiny session,” he laughed, looking over to the discolored portion of the floor still drying off from when Pinkie had cleaned it. “Do I need to start worrying about caring for some foals?”

Pinkie just smiled at the stallion, a little giggle escaping from her mouth as she crunched on another chip. But before she could finish and respond, Big Mac cut in. “I don’t mean that I don’t want any with you. I think you’re a swell mare and would make a wonderful mom. I’d do anything to help you if that were the case, but…”

“Big Mac,” she said with a smile, waving another chip in front of him. “These double as contraceptives. No worries, pony boy.”

Big Mac gave a nervous laugh before looking down at the floor. He was glad that he didn’t have to worry about kids, but he still felt he needed to ask something. “Didja want to make some foals?” he asked looking into her eyes. “You know,” he added, “someday?”

Pinkie swallowed her chip before beaming at the stallion and bouncing over to practically attack him with a hug. “I’d love to Big Mac,” she said squeezing him as tightly as she could manage. Despite the events of the entire night, he decided that this was by far the most pleasurable one. He hugged Pinkie and she hugged back, and he never wanted it to end.

“Unless of course, you want to have them,” Pinkie joked, completely ruining the heartfelt moment. Big Mac laughed at it regardless. If Pinkie was an expert at anything, it was getting ponies like him to smile.

“One step at a time, Ponk,” he said, letting go of the pink pony and walking over to pick up the tray of tarts and help the baker put them away.

“Fine fine, but at least let me try these things on someone else,” she jokingly pleaded. “Maybe someone not expecting them. Oh! These would be perfect for prank gifts between close friends! Maybe you could invite that unicorn over that gave you her address.”

Big Mac raised an eyebrow at this looking at Pinkie’s excited face as he put the tarts in a container. “Come on,” she pleaded. “We can’t hoard these to ourselves. Think of the sex possibilities. Think of the orgies!”

Big Mac could think of the sex and the orgies, and they would be absolutely glorious. Looking at his bags he turned to Pinkie with a smile. “Want to visit Ms. Scratch with a box of treats?”

“You just read my mind,” Pinkie said. “I’m gonna have fun as your wife.”

“Eyup,” Big Mac said, realizing that he had probably just gotten engaged to the crazy part-time baker and part time hero. “Let’s go have some fun.”