Too Many Stinky Pies

“All right, party time!” says Pinkie, hopping off your lap to sit beside you again. “Okay, lemme just call up my girls with this phone that I definitely always had.” She pulls a smartphone from somewhere on her person.

“Okay,” you say weakly, still physically recovering from an intense orgasm.

“I definitely had a phone the whole time,” Pinkie clarifies, dialing a number into the smartphone’s screen. “Because if I didn’t, how could I have one now? Phones don’t just come out of nowhere. They’re like cupcakes, that way.”

“Yeah, totally,” you say. “I, uh… I wasn’t gonna, like, challenge you on that.”

“Awesome!” chirps Pinkie. She holds the phone to her face as it rings. Since her ears are much higher up than a human’s, her smartphone isn’t really ideal for the shape of her face. You decide to focus on that, since it’s objectively the least weird thing about her presence here.

“Hey girls!” says Pinkie. “I’m hanging out with my new neighbor! He’s a super cute guy who loves big girls and poopy diapers, and he said it was okay if I had a party! Yeah, bring everybody!”

“Woah!” you say. “Pinkie, don’t just, like… tell people!”

Pinkie covers the phone’s mic with her hand. “Don’t worry,” she tells you, “My friends are just like me! We love filling our diapers with stinky poopies, we love boys who are into that kind of thing, and we’re super good at keeping secrets! It’s okay, right? Don’t you think this housewarming party could use a few more big girls with big dirty diapers?”

“I mean… yeah, that sounds pretty good,” you say. “Your friends are like you?”

“Yeah, they’re just like me!” says Pinkie Pie. Speaking into the phone again, she says “Okay, yeah, come right over!”

And then there’s a knock at the door. Of course. If Pinkie can loaves-and-fishes your birthday cupcake, it shouldn’t be surprising that she can make her friends show up instantly. You stand from the couch and walk to the door, casting a glance back at Pinkie as you reach for the doorknob. She’s grinning at you, clearly eager for you to meet her friends.

You pull the door open, and… oh. It’s Pinkie Pie. It’s three Pinkie Pies, all with different… themes? The one in front is fashionably dressed, with a leather jacket over a white blouse and a black skirt covering her diaper. Flanking her to the right is, you guess, a bro Pinkie, with a baseball cap turned backwards, sunglasses, and a “no fat chicks” t-shirt - presumably a deliberate bit of irony, since all three Pinkies have the same blubbery physique as the original. The bro Pinkie sports a short jean skirt.

And the third Pinkie is some kind of fuckin’ nerd. She nervously avoids eye contact when you look at her, and her t-shirt is a reference to… something, probably. As she shifts her body, the bag slung over her shoulder rattles in a way that suggests it’s full of dice.

But they’re all Pinkie, they’re all seven feet tall and enormously fat, and they’re all wearing visible diapers beneath their skirts. Clean diapers, for the moment.

“Oh, is this the guy?” says the Pinkie in front. Fashion Pinkie. “I like him, he’s cute.”

“Yeah, I could party with this guy,” says Bro Pinkie. “Bring it in, dude!” Rather than waiting for you to come to her, though, she steps forward to wrap you in a bear hug, pulling you into her big pillowy chest and burying your face between her tits. She gives you a series of jocular slaps on the back - solid, but not hard enough to hurt - and then sets you down.

“Nice to meet you,” says Nerd Pinkie. “Uh, so you like girls who… poop? In diapers?”

“Yeah,” you say, not really accustomed to admitting it out loud. “Hey, Pinkie Prime?” you say, looking over your shoulder at the original Pinkie Pie on the couch.

“Uh-huh?” says Pinkie.

“So your friends? They’re... just more Pinkie Pies?”

“Yeah! Like I said, they’re just like me!”

“Huh,” you say. “I sort of thought they’d be, like… the other ponies? From the show?”

“Nope!” chirps Pinkie. “It’s a Pinkie party! Just you and a bunch of stinky Pinkies!” She pouts, and her eyes go a little watery. “What’s wrong, aren’t I your favorite? I mean, if I wasn’t your favorite before, I gotta be now, right? Since I made poopies in my diaper for you and rubbed your boner til you came in your pants? I mean, we gotta be best friends after that, right?”

“Yeah, of course we’re friends,” you say, disarmed by her expression. “It’s just, you’re throwing a lot of concepts at me here, and I’m kind of working my way through them.”

“Okay!” says Pinkie, her bright smile returning. “I totally get that, but there’s really nothing to worry about! Feel free to just relax and enjoy our big stinky diapers!”

“Mmm-hmm,” says Fashion Pinkie, putting her hand on your shoulder and spinning you around. “I kept my diaper clean all the way here, just so I could get it big and messy for a cute guy.” She turns herself around and leans over, shoving her big white diaper right in your face. “I’m so full of poop, and it’s all for you, baby!”

“Haha, yeah!” laughs Bro Pinkie. Despite not having been in your kitchen, she’s currently drinking one of your beers. She gets behind you and presses her butt up against yours, unleashing a long, rippling fart. “I’m gonna make a big stinky mess for ya, dude! Gonna get real poopy!’

Fashion Pinkie lets out an exaggerated moan, groping her big fat tits as she pushes a load into her diaper. You watch the back of her diaper grow, bulging with the quickly growing bulk of her mess. “Touch it!” she moans. “Squish my poopy pampers!”

“Yeah, dude, get your hands all over Pinkie’s stinky diaper!” says Bro Pinkie. “She’s super hot, bro, and I’m not just saying that because she looks exactly like me!” You wrap your fingers around Fashion Pinkie’s diaper, squeezing the big, firm load, and your fingers spread as more poop fills the crinkly garment. “Aw, nice!” cheers Bro Pinkie. “This dude is loving your dump, Pinkie!”

You feel a flabby arm wrap around your shoulders, and suddenly you’re falling, pulled to their ground by Bro Pinkie. Fortunately, you fall backwards onto Bro Pinkie’s body, which is just about the softest thing you’ve ever touched. She wraps both arms around you, embedding your head between her giant tits, and squeals with delight. “All right, I got him!” she says. Get over here and let him have it!”

Maybe her ambiguous wording should have made you nervous… but she’s got you in a warm, soft hug, and her voice is chipper. And, as weird as her presence is, maybe you’re starting to trust Pinkie. All four of her.

Fashion Pinkie straddles your face - spreading her legs wide so that she can also straddle Bro Pinkie, who’s still holding you down. Her diaper, heavy with her load, looms over you, menacing you with its size and its pungent scent. You can see Nerd Pinkie waddling over, her diaper crinkling as her massive pink thighs rub together, and she straddles your crotch. “Uh, is it okay if I… poop my diaper and, uh, rub it on your penis? Until you cum?”

You pause briefly, surprised that a Pinkie is actually asking for your permission. “Uh, yeah, go for it,” you say. The Pinkies are a little bit overwhelming, but one simple fact hasn’t changed: you love girls in messy diapers, and Pinkie Pie’s your favorite.

“Oh, cool!” says Nerd Pinkie. “Tell me if this feels good!” She leans down to undo the front of your pants, revealing a pair of boxers tented by your cock. Then she bends her knees, bringing her clean diaper down onto your crotch. “Mmm, here it comes, I’m gonna poop my diaper… I’ve got a big load of stinky brown poopies for you…”

A crackling sound emanates from Nerd Pinkie’s diaper, signaling the first thick turd making its way out. Several more come hot on its heels, until Nerd Pinkie is sitting on a squishy load as big as your head. She moves her hips back and forth, smushing her load into your crotch, rubbing your cock through your boxers.

You’re about to tell her that this does feel good, but before you can speak, Fashion Pinkie’s diaper descends right onto your face. It’s already loaded with plenty of fragrant shit, but she grunts and pushes out even more, bloating her pampers with poop until your face is completely embedded in her crinkly mess. When you breathe in, the fragrance of her dump hits you like a brick; it’s the most powerful, earthy stink you’ve ever smelled, and it’s perfect. You’re getting very little air, but you breathe in as much as you can, and every lungful of Pinkie’s poopy stink makes your cock throb harder and harder.

“Oh, you’re loving this, aren’t you, dude?” chirps Bro Pinkie. She’s still grappling you, holding you against her big squishy body, and her voice is right in your ear. “A big load of Pinkie poopies in your face, and a big load rubbing up on your dick… all those stinky Pinkie poopies must be getting you so excited! You wanna cum for us? All of us big stinky Pinkies really, really want you to cum!”

“Yeah!” shouts Fashion Pinkie, and Nerd Pinkie echoes her excitement. The first Pinkie - Pinkie Prime, still on the couch - giggles excitedly and joins in the cheering. “Cum!” She shouts, and soon all four Pinkies are chanting. “Cum, cum, cum!”

Your hips try to buck, but they’re pinned to the ground by Nerd Pinkie’s big fat body. The load pressing against your face is still growing bigger, as Fashion Pinkie dumps turd after turd into her pampers, and Nerd Pinkie’s pushing more fat logs into the load that’s rubbing up against your crotch. It’s too much, and you blow your load into your boxers, falling limp against Bro Pinkie’s body.

“Ooh, he did it!” cheers Pinkie Prime. As Fashion Pinkie lifts her colossal load from your face, you see Pinkie Prime bouncing on your couch, her body jiggling from top to bottom. “All our big sexy messy diapers made him cum super hard!”

Bro Pinkie releases you from her hug, and you stand and zip up your pants. “Yeah, that was hot,” you say. “Good party.”

“What?” says Pinkie Prime. “The party isn’t over! The Pinkies have only been here for a few minutes… and I invited over a lot more!”

“Just how long is this thing going to run?” you ask. “I mean, I start my new job in the morning, so…”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that!” says Pinkie Prime. She hops over the couch and pats you on the back. “Aren’t you in the mood to party with a bunch of stinky Pinkies? I bet smelling all our poopies has you feeling really good!”

She’s not wrong, you realize. You hadn’t realized it till just now, but you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt so well-rested or energetic. “Yeah, we can keep this party going for a while,” you say - and the precise second you finish speaking, there’s a knock on the door and a chorus of high-pitched giggles.