Triple Trouble

Of all the mistakes you had made in your life, moving to Ponyville was probably the worst. "Move to Ponyville," they said. "It's peaceful and quiet there," they said. What a bunch of baloney.

It seemed like every other day there was something loud and obnoxious, if not outright dangerous, going on in that unassuming little town. Why, in the short time you had lived there, there had been at least two appearances by superpowered magical villains bent on taking over the world. You had witnessed attacks from fearsome ursa minors, enormous dragons, and swarms of deceptively adorable pests that nearly devoured the entire town! Oh, and don't forget the elaborate, well-choreographed musical numbers that the town's residents broke into on a regular basis. If you had had a bit for every time your afternoon naps had been interrupted by ponies parading down the street, singing loudly about friendship or rainbows or some such thing, you could have afforded to move somewhere decent.

If you hadn't known any better, you might have thought the universe itself was conspiring to deprive you of the restful life you so dearly desired. Of course, you did know better; you knew who was responsible for all the chaos and calamity that haunted you so persistently. It was those mares, those six mares who always seemed to be involved in whatever ruckus was being made. There was the librarian, Twilight Sparkle, whose crazy spells had once hypnotized half the town into fighting over a child's doll. There was Applejack, who once caused a stampede that nearly leveled your house. There was Rainbow Dash, whose persistent pranking had you constantly checking your chairs for whoopie cushions before sitting. There was Rarity, whose frequent melodramatic crying could be heard from a mile around. Even that timid little mare Fluttershy was involved, bringing dangerous creatures into town on a regular basis, like those parasprite things.

And then there was Pinkie Pie: the baker, the party planner, and the single most obnoxious mare you had ever met. How many times had her annoyingly catchy songs woken you from your peaceful naps in the park? How many times had the thunderous explosion of her party cannon nearly blown out your ears? How many times had she jumped out from behind a hedge to present you with a cake, nearly giving you a heart attack in the process? If you had to blame one pony in particular for all the headaches you got, it would undoubtedly be her.

Thankfully, Pinkie wasn't around at the moment, nor were any of her little friends. Your only companions as you lay snuggled up in your big, soft bed on a sunny Saturday afternoon were the plush pillows beneath your head and the blankets that embraced you so lovingly. You silently relished the feel of them on your skin as you drifted in that lazy river that lies between dreaming and waking. The curtains drawn across your bedroom window allowed the perfect amount of warm sunlight into the room. The blessed silence that filled the air was broken solely by the occasional twittering of little birds from somewhere outside. It was the perfect time for a nap, you thought to yourself as you drifted closer to sleep. Nothing could have possibly ruined that moment.

Crash!

Your eyes shot open as the sound of a loud crashing noise reached your ears. You lay frozen in shock for a few moments, your groggy brain struggling to make sense of the situation. The sounds of rapid footsteps and loud voices from somewhere downstairs reached you, and eventually, you realized what was almost assuredly going on.

Burglars!

You bolted upright in your bed, suddenly wide awake. Your mind raced, scrambling to come up with a plan of action. Acting mostly on instinct, you quickly, yet quietly, slipped out of bed, standing upon your own two feet. You frantically looked about the room, searching for something to defend yourself with. Unfortunately, there was not a weapon to be found, neither a cannon, nor a sword, nor even a pointy stick anywhere in sight. The only thing even remotely close was the pretty, flower-print umbrella sitting in the corner, the one a kindly stranger had lent you one day when you had forgotten your own. You cringed at the thought of wielding such a weapon, but you valued your life more than your honor, and so retrieved the umbrella.

You were somewhat calmed by the feeling of the umbrella in your hands, and so were able to more easily take stock of the situation. You could now clearly recognize the loud noises coming from the first floor of your house: loud footsteps, occasional bangs and crashes, and muffled exclamations. There were a few of them, you decided; just your luck. In a town where crime was practically unheard of, you had the great fortune to be visited by a whole team of ne'er-do-wells. You would have been surprised, but given your past experiences in that town, you realized you really oughtn't have been.

A number of options popped into your panicked brain, none of which were particularly attractive. You briefly considered sneaking out of the house via the bedroom window, but you were afraid you might have broken your legs dropping down to the ground, and so quickly discarded that plan. You then considered hiding, but then realized that the burglars would probably search the rest of the house soon, and might find you anyway. The only plan that seemed reasonable to your mind in that moment was to pluck up your courage and confront the burglars, and hope that you might be able to scare them off.

You glanced down at your pajamas, a t-shirt and a pair of long, soft pants, and silently wished you were wearing something a bit more intimidating. You could have changed clothes, but the burglars might have made their way upstairs to your bedroom as you were doing so, and the last thing you wanted was for them to stumble upon you in a state of undress. Forcing the thought from your mind, you gripped your umbrella in your trembling hands, then quietly tiptoed out of your bedroom.

As you made your way down the hallway to the stairs, you were able to hear the burglars more clearly. From the noises they made, it seemed like there was one of them in your living room, one in the downstairs bathroom, and one in the kitchen, right at the bottom of the stairs. You gulped, then slowly walked down the stairs, cringing at every tiny creak of the wooden steps. The burglars didn't seem to notice, however, and so you were able to make it down to the first floor without being discovered.

The entryway to the kitchen was right next to you. You could clearly hear one of the burglars standing before your refrigerator, brazenly rummaging through it and loudly nomming on your precious foodstuffs. A flash of anger cut through the fear gripping your heart as you thought of that villain laying their grubby mitts on your groceries. Allowing that righteous fury to fill you up, you raised your umbrella, took a deep breath, then leapt through the entryway and into the kitchen. You had intended on saying something brave and heroic as you did so, but the words died on your lips as you beheld the invader.

A huge pillar of light pink was positioned before your open refrigerator, a sight so unexpected that it took your brain a moment to figure out what exactly you were looking at. As your eyes traced the shape of it, however, poring over its curves and its crannies, what had initially seemed to be an amorphous blob of pastel color gradually grew more familiar to your mind, and more anthropomorphic.

It was an ass, your sputtering brain eventually realized. It was a big, pink ass, the biggest, pinkest ass you had ever laid eyes on. That bodacious behind was composed of two enormous cheeks as big and as round as beach balls, and as soft and jiggly as gelatin. You were treated to a firsthand demonstration of that jiggliness as the set of big, babymaking hips that ass was attached to absentmindedly swayed to and fro, making those cheeks wobble on a near-constant basis. A long tail of pink, curly hair sprouted from somewhere ahead of that ass, wagging excitedly. Two long, feminine legs stood beneath the colossal keister, each one boasting a pillowy thigh as thick as the trunk of a young tree, a shapely calf, and a bare foot with five plump, wriggling toes.

As these observations slowly filtered into your brain, your anger gradually subsided, as did your fear, making way for much different emotions. Your cheeks reddened as you realized that you were staring upon the body of a mare, a mare bent forward at the waist, her top half obscured behind her astonishing ass. Your cheeks reddened further as you realized that the mare did not seem to be wearing a scrap of clothing on any inch of her soft, pink body. The sheer volume of her chubby cheeks prevented you from seeing what lay between them, but you were reasonably confident that, were you to do so, you would see nothing but yet more alluring, pink flesh.

For a few moments, you merely stood there, mesmerized by those meaty mountains. You could almost feel the blood emptying out of your brain as you stared, rushing off to the place your body had decided it was needed more. If nothing else had happened, you might have continued standing there for a while, but eventually, as you pored over that ass, your eyes fell on the twin images of the blue and yellow balloons emblazoned on either side of it.

Your eyes went wide with recognition, then slowly furrowed in anger. Your jaw clenched, your grip on your umbrella tightened, and all of those pleasant feelings that had been creeping into your mind suddenly vanished.

"Pinkie Pie," you growled.

The ass before you suddenly perked up, seemingly having caught notice of you. This was confirmed when the mare attached to that ass slowly raised her head up over the crest of those cheeks, turning to look back at you. If the cutie mark hadn't been enough to identify that annoying little mare, the sight of that thick, poofy mane and those big, blue eyes of hers would have been more than enough. Ignoring her personality, she was actually pretty cute, what with her boopable little snoot and that mouth that was built for smiling. In that moment, however, that effect was somewhat offset by the mustard slathered over that snoot and the pilfered snacks that filled that mouth so fully that her cheeks were bloated like a chipmunk's.

A moment of silence passed, you glaring expectantly at the little exhibitionist thief before you like an angry parent. Meanwhile she stared back at you like the kid with their hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar, although based on the crumbs on her chin, she had probably had her hand in the literal cookie jar as well.

Pinkie Pie attempted to say something, but with her mouth so full, all you heard was muffled noise.

"Pinkie Pie!" you bellowed. "You have exactly five seconds to explain what you're doing in my house, eating my food, and...and being naked!"

Pinkie Pie hastily attempted to swallow, struggling to get the cheek-bulging load of food down her throat. It looked for a second as if it might have been too much for her, but eventually, she managed to force it down her throat, which swelled briefly in a cartoonish fashion as the food made its way down her bottomless gullet. With her mouth clear, she looked at you and smiled that big, toothy smile of hers.

"Fun!" she declared.

You blinked in confusion. "What?" you said.

"Fun!" Pinkie repeated, wiggling her ass excitedly. "Fun! Fun!"

"Pinkie," you said, "what in Equestria are you—"

"Hey!" said Pinkie, cutting you off. "You're Nonny! You're Nonny, aren't you?"

This threw you off. You knew Pinkie to be a scatterbrain, but not so much as to forget the faces of her neighbors; she was quite good at remembering stuff like that, in fact.

"For the thousandth time," you said, "it's Anon, not Nonny!"

"Nonny!" exclaimed Pinkie, her smile widening. "Nonny! Fun! Fun, Nonny! You're fun, right? Right? She said you'd be fun! She said you'd be fun to play with! We came right over to find out, and she was right! It's so fun here! You have so many fun, yummy things to eat! Fun!" With that, Pinkie turned back to the fridge and began gorging herself on its contents once again.

Meanwhile, you stood there behind her, trying to make sense of her babbling. Pinkie was never the most comprehensible mare, but this behavior was abnormally ridiculous, even for her.

"Wha...'we'?" you said. "Who is 'we'? Who else is here, and how did you get in my house?" Pinkie either couldn't hear you over the sound of her own chewing, or didn't care to answer. "Pinkie!"

When Pinkie again ignored you, you angrily looked away, taking in your surroundings for the first time since entering the kitchen. The place was a mess, with cupboards and drawers thrown open everywhere, and various food items haphazardly scattered over the counters and the floor. Evidently, Pinkie had sampled quite a bit of your food before settling on that in your fridge.

Lastly, your eyes fell upon your back door, a pretty little stable door that led from the kitchen to the street behind the house. The top half of the door had been thrown back, leaving more than enough room for even a voluptuous mare like Pinkie to have bounded through. The door hadn't been locked. No one in Ponyville locked their doors, after all; it was just that kind of town. That being said, you would probably be investing in some significant home security after that day.

Grumbling angrily, you then looked to the nearby living room, where you could still hear the sounds of one of the other trespassers. Specifically, you heard the sound of rhythmically creaking wood, and heard occasional exclamations of "fun" from a feminine voice. Thinking that whoever had joined Pinkie in her latest act of hooliganism would probably be easier to get an answer out of, you forced Pinkie out of your mind for the moment and quickly stomped out of the kitchen.

"Hey!" you cried out as you approached the living room. "Whoever's in there, you better have a pretty good explanation for..." You fell silent as you stepped into the room and looked upon the other intruder.

She was a mare; that much you were certain of, for her complete and utter lack of clothing made that immediately apparent. You were hesitant to draw any further conclusions, however, for you suddenly found yourself doubting your senses. The reason for this was that the mare currently jumping up and down on your living room couch, smiling widely, looked exactly the same as the mare you had left behind in the kitchen. She had the same mane, the same face, the same tail, and the same cutie mark on both of her great, jiggling ass cheeks.

Of course, there were some features she possessed that you had not gotten a chance to see on the mare in the kitchen. The most immediately noticeable of these were the two massive breasts that hung from her chest, each one as large as a prize-wining watermelon and as inexplicably perky as the mare herself. Each of those jaw-dropping jugs boasted a fittingly large nipple with a wide areola and a tantalizingly thick nub. As she bounced up and down, those magnificent mammaries bounced along with her, jiggling and jostling together in a display of shameless eroticism that was difficult to look away from. You did eventually manage to tear your eyes away and look down at her bare belly which, while plush enough to have made for a comfortable pillow, was not large enough to detract from her feminine allure. Looking even further down, your eyes fell upon the two plump lips of her little pink pussy, which was as smooth as a baby's bottom.

The sight of that brazen mare left you temporarily speechless, and you once again felt a stirring in your loins. The combination of shock, anger, confusion, and rising lust proved too much for your brain to process, and so you instinctively backed out of the living room, out of sight of her. As you tried to make sense of what you had seen, you tentatively poked your head back into the kitchen. There, you saw Pinkie Pie, still naked, still standing in front of your fridge, still gorging herself. You then looked back into the living room, where the mare who could not have been anyone but Pinkie Pie still bounced excitedly on your couch. You went back and forth a few more times before the reality began to sink in.

"Wha...What?" you sputtered. As you stepped back into the living room, your confused frustration overwhelmed you. "Would someone tell me what in Equestria is going on here!"

The Pinkie on the couch, who had been chanting "fun" in time with her bounces, looked over at you. "Fun!" she exclaimed. "Fun, Nonny! Fun, fun, fun! You wanna have fun! Come have fun with me!"

"No!" you said, your confusion giving way to anger. "Tell me what's going on! Why are there two of you?"

"Not just two!" said Pinkie in a singsong voice.

At your confused look, Pinkie pointed a finger towards the window nearby. You looked over at the window, then cautiously advanced towards it. You peered through the glass, looking out at the streets of Ponyville that lay beyond it, and felt your heart skip a beat.

"Sweet Celestia," you said, your eyes widening.

Pinkies. Pinkies everywhere. There were dozens of them, maybe hundreds of them, every one as curvy, as naked, and as off-the-walls crazy as the two mares in your house. They were leaping across the roofs, cartwheeling through the streets, rolling in the grass, and doing a hundred other things too varied and numerous to count. It was quite surreal to behold; it was as if Ponyville had been drowned in tidal wave of pink.

The Pinkies were not the only ponies you saw, however. You also saw your fellow citizens running about outside, most of them angrily shouting and/or chasing the Pinkies. Despite their best efforts to protect their homes, the Pinkies were wreaking havoc on the town, trampling flowerbeds, running in and out of people's homes, and devouring any goodies in sight, all while ignoring the basic rules of public decency.

You eventually stepped back from the window, still struggling to process what you had seen. As you turned and looked around the room, you surveyed the damage the Pinkies had done to it, the damage you had been a bit too distracted to notice earlier. Aside from the couch, the Pinkies had evidently been playing with your knickknacks, which lay scattered or broken on the floor. Your houseplants had been knocked over, and your paintings had been knocked off of the wall. Multiple sets of dirty footprints ran across your nice carpeting, along the walls and, perplexingly, on the ceiling as well.

Rage crept back into your heart as you saw what a mess the Pinkies had made of your beautiful home. You didn't know what was happening, or even why, but you weren't about to sit idly by and let Pinkie Pie ruin yet another lovely afternoon for you.

"Alright, that's it!" you said, looking back to the bouncing Pinkie. "I want you out of my house right now! All of you!"

Pinkie Pie did not acknowledge you, merely giggling and whooping to herself as she continued to bounce.

"I mean it!" you said. "All three of you! There's another one, right? Where is she?"

Without waiting for an answer, you followed the sounds of giggling and exclamations of "fun" to the downstairs bathroom, stomping your way inside. After what you had seen, the effect of seeing yet another naked Pinkie Pie in your bathroom was not staggering, although seeing what that busty pink mare was up to made you take pause. She was standing in the bathtub, which had been filled with water from the still-flowing faucet. An enormous mountain of soap bubbles rose up from the surface of the water, nearly engulfing Pinkie, who happily played, splashed, and giggled to herself. The scent of lavender was strong in the air.

"No," you said softly as you noticed this last detail. Your eyes widened as you looked down at the floor, staring in horror at the empty bottle of expensive lavender bubble bath you had gotten for your birthday. "No!" You fell to your knees, cradling the bottle in your hands and mourning its loss.

As the uncaring Pinkie continued to frolic in the tub, your fury returned, stronger than ever. Rising to your feet, you glared at the mare, who had fashioned herself a massive bubble-beard from the suds. "Alright!" you growled as you advanced on the tub. "Party's over! You're coming with me!"

You quickly turned off the faucet, then made a grab for Pinkie's arm, intending to drag her out of the tub. She proved too quick for you, however, and easily dodged your grab. You made several more attempts to grapple her, each one ending in failure, as Pinkie continued to dodge you with impressive speed and agility, all while taunting you with exclamations of "fun". As your anger grew, you made a particularly aggressive lunge, which nearly resulted in you toppling into the water. You managed to save yourself, but Pinkie took advantage of the opportunity to leap out of the tub and get behind you.

"Too slow, Nonny!" she said as she bounded out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of bubbles in her wake.

Growling angrily, you rose to your feet and gave chase. You followed the sudsy Pinkie back into the living room, where she had joined her counterpart in jumping on the couch. "Come here, you two!" you said as you stormed up to the couch. You attempted to grab the Pinkies, but they both managed to dodge you, giggling as if it were a game.

The Pinkies quickly jumped off of the couch and onto the floor. "Gotta catch us, Nonny!" the two said in unison as they ran off.

What followed was a frustrating, exhausting, and ultimately futile attempt to capture and remove the Pinkies from your home. You chased them throughout the house, through every room, your patience running thinner with every passing moment. The Pinkies, on the other hand, seemed to be having a whale of a time, giggling, making silly faces at you, and repeatedly exclaiming "fun" as they continued to make a mess of your house.

Eventually, you were forced to take a break, for your energy was not nearly as limitless as that of the Pinkies seemed to be. You paused your pursuit in the kitchen, slowing to a stop and taking a moment to catch your breath. As you did so, you noticed the first Pinkie you had seen, who was still standing in front of your fridge, shoveling what little remained of your food into her mouth.

Grunting angrily, you advanced on the unsuspecting Pinkie, thinking that she might be too distracted to avoid capture. You were proved somewhat correct when you managed to reach out and grab her big, fluffy tail with both hands. Relishing your small victory, you immediately gave that tail a great heave, trying to pull her away from the fridge. Your brief surge of confidence was quickly ended when your efforts failed to shift that titanic tushie even an inch. You made several more attempts to yank her away, all in vain. You were no weakling, but that plump little mare was as sturdy and unmovable as a boulder.

Your repeated failures only inflamed you further, as did Pinkie's refusal to even acknowledge you. That gluttonous little food-slut continued to stuff her face, muttering "fun" in between mouthfuls. Meanwhile, the other two Pinkies continued to run and jump about, their own excited exclamations adding to the chaotic atmosphere. It did not take long for those three little annoyances to push you to your breaking point, their current antics, built on the foundation of a long history dealing with Pinkie, soon proving to much for you to handle.

Giving in to your frustration, you decided to vent all of your bottled-up rage on the most convenient target available. "Pinkie!" you shouted as you grabbed Pinkie's tail with one hand and yanked it high in the air. "Get your fat ass out of here!" You raised your free hand high in the air, and with one swift motion, placed a hard, open-palmed slap on one of Pinkie's unprotected ass cheeks.

The resulting crack of flesh-on-flesh sounded out like a thunderclap, seeming to hang in the air for several seconds. At the same time, Pinkie let out a short squeal, which was loud even muffled by the food in her mouth. She started slightly, but other than that, did not move. Her ass, however, was a different story; those twin oceans of jiggly, pink flesh rippled with immense tidal waves strong enough to have destroyed a small coastal town.

You stood there silently for a short while, breathing heavily as you watched that ass slowly settle back down again. Your fury quickly receded, enough that you were able to take notice of your surroundings. Specifically, you noticed the distinct lack of noise in the kitchen, barring the lingering echoes of your powerful spank. Slowly, you turned your head and looked behind you, and saw the other two Pinkies frozen mid-stride, both of them staring wide-eyed at you and the Pinkie at the fridge. You looked back at Pinkie, specifically at her ass, and saw the big, red handprint that now decorated that expanse of light pink.

Your own cheeks quickly turned a similar shade of red as you realized what you had just done, and realized that you might have taken things a bit too far in your rage. You hastily released Pinkie's tail and stepped back from her. "Uh...Pinkie, I..." you began. "I didn't mean to...I mean I—"

"Nonny," growled Pinkie in a slow, intense tone.

You gulped.

Slowly, Pinkie Pie stood up straight, then turned to face you. You had an apology ready, but it was quickly forgotten as you looked upon her face. You had expected to see her steaming with rage at having her body so fiercely and so lewdly assaulted. While her expression was certainly as intense as you had anticipated, the passion those beautiful features exuded was of a much different sort than that of anger.

"If you wanted to have that kind of fun, Nonny," said Pinkie, batting her eyelashes and smiling widely, "you should have just said so." Pinkie slowly walked towards you, her hips swaying and her plump flesh jiggling noticeably.

You instinctively backed away, your heart pounding in your chest. "P-Pinkie, I...I'm sorry about that," you began, "but I..." You fell silent as you felt two pairs of hands placed on you, and felt two soft, warm bodies press up against your back.

"Don't forget about us, Nonny," cooed a sultry voice in your right ear.

"Yeah!" said a voice in your left. "We want to have fun with you too!"

You quickly jerked away and spun around, and suddenly found yourself staring down all three Pinkies. The other two Pinkies now wore expressions just as enthusiastic as the first, but you could clearly see that enthusiasm was for activities other than jumping on couches and playing with bubbles. All three Pinkies slowly approached you.

"Uh...Pinkie, er...Pinkies?" you said as you slowly backed out of the kitchen. "I, uh...suddenly remembered I have a...dentist appointment this afternoon, so, uh...rain check!"

You turned and bolted away, making for the front door of your house. You made it about five steps before you felt three pairs of strong hands grab onto you and hold you in place. A second later, you found yourself surrounded on all sides by three curvaceous mares with smiles on their faces and lust in their hearts.

"Aww, what's the rush?" said one of the Pinkies.

"Yeah, you can go to the boring old dentist anytime," said another Pinkie. "We want to have fun now!"

"Lots and lots and lots of fun!" said yet another Pinkie.

You gulped. "Uh...I really don't think this a good...woah!" you said, before the Pinkies suddenly lifted you up off the floor.

The three Pinkies worked together to carry you towards the living room, giggling excitedly all the while. You protested, and attempted to wriggle out of their grasp, but those mares were much stronger than they looked. Before long, you found yourself being sat down on your couch, with the three Pinkies crowding around you. One of them straddled you and plonked her fat bottom down on your lap, while the other two sat down to either side of you, all three of them pressing themselves against you.

"C'mon, Nonny," said one Pinkie. "Play with us."

"Have fun with us," said the second.

"You know you want to," said the third.

There was a large part of your brain that was sending out warning signals, desperately trying to alert you to the troubling nature of the situation. You still had no idea what was going on, or why there were three naked Pinkie Pies in your house. For all you knew, the town could be under attack by those same creepy changelings that had attacked Canterlot recently. Or perhaps the Pinkies were some other sort of creature even more dangerous than changelings. They could be cursed, or radioactive, or a million other things! This was not the time to let your guard down.

Unfortunately, there was another part of your brain, an increasingly loud part, that didn't give a damn about any of that. Despite your issues with Pinkie Pie, even you had to acknowledge that the mare had ridiculous sex appeal, and that was when she was alone and fully clothed. Now, with three identical clones of that fat-assed, big-titted mare before you, each one as naked as the day she was born, and each one giving you the most invigorating bedroom eyes you had ever seen, the effect was nearly overwhelming. Your body had already given in to their influence, and you could feel yourself growing stiffer by the second. It was only a matter of time until your mind followed suit.

"Fun, Nonny," said one Pinkie seductively. "Don't you wanna have fun with us?"

"We want to have fun with you," said the second. "We really, really want to."

"Please," said the third, batting her eyelashes. "Please have fun with us."

Their beautiful faces were so close to yours that you could feel their warm, moist breath on your skin. All six of their bountiful breasts were squished together against your chest, and you could feel their nipples stiffening through your shirt. Their hands gently caressed you, running over your chest, your stomach, and even reaching down to get a feel of the big, throbbing bulge between your legs. The three of them nibbled and licked their lips, and they squirmed in anticipation, their needy bodies begging for attention, begging for the "fun" that they so desperately wanted you to have with them.

"Oh...fuck it," you said.

As your willpower finally crumbled, you lurched forward and pressed your lips against those of the Pinkie before you. She gasped in surprise at your sudden assault, but quickly recovered, closing her eyes and joining you in a passionate smooch. Her plush, pillowy lips were even more incredible to feel than they had been to look at, and you savored every sensual second of contact as you two eagerly mashed your lips together in an increasingly heated makeout session. Pinkie moaned softly, and when the two of you locked your mouths together and allowed your tongues to come out and play, she let loose those moans right into your mouth. The two of you battled for dominance in a passionate round of tongue-wrestling, but Pinkie's tongue was long, strong, and displayed an incredibly dexterity that allowed her to easily outmaneuver you.

Not long into your steamy kiss, you suddenly felt the touch of two more sets of lips on your face. The Pinkies to your left and right had pressed their own eager mouths to your cheeks, and were trying to force their way onto your own mouth. The three Pinkies struggled for the coveted spot, and eventually, the one you were kissing was forced off of you, and another Pinkie rushed in to snag a sloppy tongue-kiss of her own. This struggle between the three of them continued for some time, each one managing to force her way onto your lips for a time, and force her tongue into your awaiting mouth, before eventually being replaced by one of her counterparts, who began the cycle all over again.

While listening to the needy, disappointed moans of the Pinkies as they were muscled out by their twins was indescribably erotic, you couldn't help but feel sorry for the losers. What's more, the constant shifting of partners made it hard for you to keep up, and it was all you could do to defend yourself as the Pinkies took turns exploring your mouth. In a flash of inspiration, you reached up and wrapped your arms around their heads, then embraced them, pressing all four of your faces tightly together. The Pinkies moaned in unison as you all came together in a four-way kiss, four mouths locked together in a spine-tinglingly thrilling display of lust. The Pinkies eagerly embraced your solution, for now the three of them could all feel your tongue upon theirs, as well as each other's, which they seemed just as eager to taste as your own. The four-way battle ranged all over, and you had soon spent a good deal of time inside each one of their hot, wet mouths.

Your mouth wasn't the only thing that joined in on the fun, of course. Your hands eagerly explored the Pinkies' bodies, ranging from the tops of their heads to the tips of their toes. You ran your fingers through their thick, poofy manes, which you now realized smelled slightly like bubblegum. You ran your hands up and down their smooth, soft backs, reaching down past their enormous hips to their equally enormous asses. You spent a good while playing with all three of those asses, sinking your fingers deep into the doughy flesh, placing playful spanks on those jiggly cheeks, and even pinching them gently, eliciting squeals and moans of delight. You tickled their sensitive soles and their smooth underarms, relishing the giggles that filled your ears. You also, of course, spent a good while tending to their ample chests, kneading each one of those massive breasts and gently teasing each stiff, pink nipple.

The Pinkies only grew more energetic under your touch, and more aggressive. Their slow, gentle caresses soon turned to eager rubs and squeezes, the three of them evidently enjoying the feel of your body as much as you enjoyed the feel of theirs. All six of those hands eventually converged between your legs, more specifically, on the big, throbbing, aching bulge they found there. You couldn't help but moan as you felt those soft, feminine fingers fondling you through the fabric of your clothing, so tantalizingly close, and yet so frustratingly far away. It seemed the Pinkies felt the same way, for after gently squeezing and stroking your needy flesh for a short time, their hands headed northward, reaching for the waistband of your pants. It took only a moment for the three of them to slip their fingers underneath both your pants and underwear, and only a moment more for them to yank both garments halfway down your thigh with a single, climactic tug.

You let out a moan of relief as your aching flesh was freed from its cloth prison, and felt the cool air upon it. The air was not the only thing your thick, throbbing cock felt, of course, for it sprang forth with such vigor that it slapped against the belly of the Pinkie on your lap, making that soft, plush tummy jiggle slightly, and sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through you.

Upon feeling your rock-hard flesh slap against her, the Pinkie in the middle finally pulled back from the kiss, panting heavily. She looked down between your legs, then froze, her half-lidded eyes going wide. Noticing her reaction, the other Pinkies broke off from the kiss and looked down as well, the two of them reacting in a similar fashion. You saw the expressions that appeared on all three of their faces: an erotic combination of sheer awe and intense, animalistic hunger, as if the three were gazing upon the biggest, tastiest triple-decker hot fudge sundae with sprinkles and a cherry on top they had ever seen. Slowly, they looked back up at you, smiling widely in a manner that filled you with equal parts fear and arousal.

You had only a moment to take in those lusty expressions before the Pinkies were on you again, pressing their lips against yours so forcefully that your head was pushed back against the couch cushion. They wasted no time in commencing yet another steamy kiss, the three of them sending their powerful tongues into your mouth to swirl and twirl around your own.

You hardly had time to process this renewed assault, for an instant later, you were treated to a touch a thousand times more pleasurable than that of their mouths. As one, the three Pinkies reached down and took hold of your cock, squeezing you firmly, yet gently. A shiver ran up your spine and you moaned into their mouths as you felt their warm, velvety skin wrap around every inch of you: head, shaft, balls, and all. That pleasure was intense, enough to coax forth a bead of pre from your tip, but that was just the appetizer; the main course came next.

Slowly, ever-so-slowly, the Pinkies began to move. The hands wrapped around your shaft began to move up and down, pumping you with a gradually increasing pace. Those grasping your head squeezed gently, and circled their fingertips around your tip. Down below, those that had zeroed in on your balls played with them eagerly, yet delicately, feeling out every inch of them.

Altogether, the sensual stimulation was nearly overpowering, sending a great torrent of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel it slowly filling you up, reaching all the way down to you toes, all the way out to your fingertips, and all the way up to the crown of your head. Your skin tingled in the most pleasant way possible, your breaths came quick and uneven, and your masculine grunts of ecstasy filled the Pinkies' mouths.

You allowed that pleasure, that raw, sexual energy, to consume you, and to fuel your own ministrations. With renewed vigor, your hands returned to their previous exploration, although now, their activity might have been more suitably been called an assault on the acres of vulnerable, pink flesh that lay before you. Asses rippled as they received sharp spanks on their cutie marks. Hips bucked as you reached beneath them to tease moist pussy lips. Whorish moans and whimpers filled your ears as you gently pinched and twisted rock-hard nipples.

You were loving it, and from what you could tell, they were loving it too. With every passing second, their passion seemed to grow, feeding off of your own arousal in a positive feedback loop of lust. Their tongues eagerly grappled with yours, each Pinkie trying to pull you over to her side of the kiss. They pressed their bodies closer and closer to yours, reflexively twitching and bucking against you. Their hands continued to pump and twist and squeeze and swirl, treating your cock to a full spectrum of tactile stimulation.

With every second, they moved faster. With every second, they squeezed tighter. With every second, they found some new height of ecstasy to push you to. And with every second, those waves of ecstasy that slammed into you grew closer together, until they were a single continuous flood. You felt your resistance crumbling under that flood, felt your endurance quickly running out. The end was in sight, and you were perfectly happy to let them carry you over it.

You tried to warn them. You tried to let them know of the impending eruption, but with your mouth full of moans and three big tongues, you might as well have been mute. Fortunately, Pinkie had always had a strange sense of when things were about to happen, and her duplicates turned out to be no different. As they continued to pump and squeeze you, all three Pinkies suddenly felt their tails twitch, their toes wriggle, and their asses clench tightly. They opened their eyes and looked at each other as they continued to tongue-wrestle with you. A silent signal passed between them, and as one, the three suddenly broke the kiss with a loud, wet pop, three thin strands of saliva connecting their mouths to yours as they pulled back.

Your tongue continued to lap at empty air for a moment, but when you realized what had happened, you cracked your eyes to see what they were doing. In a stunning display of coordination, as if they had rehearsed it, the three Pinkies slid down and off of the couch, all while maintaining their now-rapid pumping and firm squeezing. They knelt on the floor before you, spreading your legs wide to allow easy access to you. They crowded in close together, shoulder-to-shoulder, with their asses smooshed together and all three of their beautiful little faces lined up just a few short inches away from your tip.

"Almost there," said one Pinkie in a breathy voice.

"This is the funnest part," said another Pinkie. "I can't wait!"

"C'mon, Nonny!" said the third. "Give us all you got! Don't hold back!"

With that, the three angled your cock so that it was pointed directly at their faces. They closed their eyes, opened their mouths wide, and stuck out their long, slick tongues. They squeezed your balls delightfully hard, and pumped your quivering cock so fast that their hands were a pink blur.

You couldn't take it. You couldn't hold back any longer. The spine-tingling pleasure...the sound of their bubbly voices egging you on...and the sight of their jiggling tits and eager faces arrayed before you...it was all just too much. You had to give in. You had to give those annoying, sexy, and annoyingly sexy mares exactly what they wanted. And that is exactly what you did.

A loud, masculine scream of ecstasy flowed from your lips as you were thrown headlong into your long-awaited climax. Your muscles clenched, your hips bucked, and within the Pinkies' firm squeeze, your aching balls released the flood of hot, sticky spunk they had been churning up, sending it careening up the length of your shaft to erupt from your tip like a volcano. You sent your first burst hurtling straight towards the open mouth of the Pinkie before you, immediately following it up with a second, and then a third, and so on. Every clench, every throb of your cock sent another burst spewing towards the Pinkies' faces, and sent another surge of carnal ecstasy coursing through you.

All the while, the Pinkies continued to pump you, and continued to lovingly squeeze your balls, skillfully miking you of every drop of virile seed you had in you. Each one of them fought to angle you in their direction, fought to ensure that she would get to have your next burst all to herself. The end result was that, as they jerked you to and fro, only a fraction of your prodigious load made it into their mouths, with most of it splattering onto their noses, their cheeks, and their foreheads as well, painting those pretty pink canvasses white. They didn't seem to mind it; all three of them moaned and whimpered in delight as they felt you cover their faces and fill their mouths with your thick baby batter.

As much as you would have liked to have given them all they wanted, and as much as they surely would have liked that, you were but a mortal, and had your limits, limits which you were eventually forced to confront. After enduring what felt like hours of mind-melting, toe-curling ecstasy, your weary body was finally forced to the limit of its endurance. With one final thrust of your hips, and one final clench, you sent one last fat spurt of spunk shooting into one of the Pinkie's mouths, then allowed yourself to fall back down onto the couch, lying there as limp as a rag doll and panting heavily. Stars filled your eyes as the stormy sea of pleasure that had been raging in your mind a moment earlier began to calm, making way for the warm, soothing waves of afterglow that washed over you.

The Pinkies, thankfully, were no longer threatening to rip your cock off with their lightning-fast jerking. While they still clutched your now-tender flesh, their grasps were soft and loving, giving you the gentlest of squeezes and the lightest of strokes, which made you quiver and gasp in response. You watched them through hazy eyes as you recovered, watched them swirl their shares of your load around in their mouths, savoring it as if it were a sweet dessert, before finally swallowing it down with audible gulps. Realizing that there was plenty more to be had on each other's faces, the three soon came together to help clean each other up. They pressed their faces together and allowed their long tongues to wander over each other's soiled skin, greedily lapping up every drop of seed they could find. As the supply grew scarcer, they began to playfully fight over it, sharing sloppy kisses as they tried to steal mouthfuls of the sticky goodness from each other. This messy eating only resulted in much of the bounty being lost, trickles of cum and saliva dribbling down their chins and falling down onto their breasts, giving that great, pink mountain range a snowcap of off-white.

As post-coital clarity gradually came upon you, your earlier concerns regarding the Pinkies slowly filtered back into your mind. You still didn't know what was going on, who the Pinkies really were, or why they were swarming over Ponyville. The far-off, muffled noises of the chaos in the streets were concerning, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to panic; the calming bliss of your afterglow was too strong. You lazily pushed all of that out of your mind for the time being, resolving to get back to it after the three giggly, pink mares before you had finished giving each other tongue baths. They weren't making quick progress, but you didn't mind; you were in no rush whatsoever.