Many were the hours you had spent reclining on your living room couch on a peaceful weekend afternoon. Those soft, plush cushions had come to be one of your favorite places to rest and relax, often with a good book and a cup of your favorite beverage on hand. So tranquil was that spot, what with the warm sunlight and the ambient noise of the quaint streets of Ponyville filtering in through the window, that you would often end up slipping into a long, satisfying nap as you lay there.

Despite all of this, sleep was the last thing on your mind as you sat upon your couch on one particularly eventful afternoon. Perhaps it was the muffled sounds of mayhem you heard coming from the streets outside. Perhaps it was the thoroughly trashed state of your poor living room. Of course, the most likely reason for this was probably the three identical pink mares kneeling naked before you, eagerly lapping your fresh cum off of each other's faces.

It had been only a minute or two since you had plastered each of those beautiful faces with a thick coating of baby batter, and yet your weary body was already yearning for more, refusing to rest while there remained three voluptuous, eager mares to enjoy within arm's reach. The mares themselves, three identical clones of that annoying little Pinkie Pie, were certainly not helping in that regard, continuing to lovingly stroke your tender cock while they shared a debauched three-way cum kiss.

While your body would not have minded if those little pink bimbos had immediately begun milking yet another hot, sticky load out of you, your mind was increasingly preoccupied with more serious matters. As the cozy haze of your afterglow began to fade, and post-coital clarity set in, you found yourself once again considering the outlandish, and potentially dangerous situation you had found yourself in. You had no idea who the mares before you really were, what they were, or why they were there in the first place. While they had managed to distract you from these questions for a time, you now found it increasingly difficult to overlook the trouble they had already caused you, and the trouble they would no doubt continue to cause you so long as they remained in your house.

You moistened your dry mouth, cleared your throat, then spoke in as firm a voice as you could manage, given all of the moaning and grunting you had been doing. "Pinkies," you said.

The Pinkies continued their kiss, slurping and sucking great wads of cum back and forth between each other.

"Pinkies," you repeated, a bit more forcefully.

A moment later, the Pinkies began to bring their kiss to an end, withdrawing one by one from the exchange. Each one loudly swallowed the mouthful she had managed to obtain, then turned to look at you, gazing upon you with half-lidded eyes and sultry smiles.

"Yeah, Nonny?" said one of them.

"Something you want to tell us?" said another.

There had indeed been something you had wanted to tell them, but the sight of all six of their immense, perky breasts arrayed before you, their vast curvatures slathered with all of the cum and saliva that had dribbled down from their steamy kiss, made you momentarily forget what it was.

"Uhh...you three, uh...missed a spot," you said, pointing down at their soiled chests.

The three Pinkies looked down at their breasts, realizing the messy state they were in.

"Oh," said one Pinkie, giggling.

"Thanks, Nonny," said another.

The Pinkies finally removed their soft little hands from your cock, giving it a much-needed reprieve from their ministrations. They immediately put those hands to work on each other, grabbing hold of each other's breasts before diving face-first into those mountainous mammaries. Each one received her tongue bath in turn, the other two leaning down to eagerly lap up the remaining seed from her chest. As she was cleaned, each Pinkie giggled and moaned to herself, evidently enjoying the feeling of her twins' long, powerful tongues gliding across her skin and teasing her thick nipples.

Eventually, the last Pinkie had been cleaned, and after the cum on her breasts had finished making its way down the other two's throats, the three finally sat back and gave their tongues a rest. Their breasts, while still damp with saliva, were now clean of cum, not a drop of the sticky seed remaining anywhere on their bodies.

With that distraction taken care of, you were once again able to focus on the task at hand. "Pinkies," you said.

"Hmm?" said one Pinkie.

"What is it?" said another. "You ready for more fun?"

"No! No," you said, wanting to nip that in the bud immediately. You sighed. "Look, it's been..." You caught yourself before you said "fun". "It's been nice, but I think it's time the three of you get going."

"Going?" asked one Pinkie. "Going where?"

"Out of my house, for starters," you said. "Beyond that, I don't really care."

"Aww...but why?" whined one Pinkie, her smile melting away.

"Why?" you said. "Have you seen what you three have done to this place?" You waved a hand, gesturing at the trashed living room. The Pinkies looked around at the destruction they had caused, as if they had only just then become aware of it.

You sighed. "Look," you said, "I'm willing to forget about all of this, as long as you three hit the road right now." You weren't actually planning on forgetting about the massive property damage, of course; you just figured it would probably be more productive to take it up with whoever was responsible for the Pinkie-storm currently sweeping through town, rather then the little pink bimbos before you.

"But—" began one Pinkie.

"No buts!" you interjected. "You three. Out. Now."

Despite the long, headache-inducing history you had with Pinkie Pie, the pathetically sad expressions that appeared on the faces of her clones pained you to see. You weren't a monster; you didn't enjoy hurting people's feelings. You just didn't want a trio of naked hooligans running amok in your lovely home, destroying your things, and disturbing your precious naptime. If you had to overturn a few smiles in order to restore the peace, then you were willing to do so, if that truly was the only option available.

The three Pinkies turned to each other, exchanging looks of disappointment. Suddenly, one of the Pinkies perked up, as if she had just realized something important. The gloomy look on her face was replaced with one of excitement, complete with a big smile. Looking to her twins, she quickly leaned in and whispered something in both of their ears, something too quiet for you to hear. As they listened to the whispered words, the other two Pinkies perked up as well, their smiles quickly returning to their faces. The three looked at one another, and shared a simultaneous nod.

"Okie-dokie, Nonny!" said one of the Pinkies, looking back to you.

The Pinkies quickly leapt to their feet, dusted each other off, then turned and walked away, moving with a spring in their step.

You were stunned. You had expected to hear a great deal more whining before you managed to get the three of them to leave. Part of you had even feared you might have to chase them down again. For them to pick up and leave so willingly...it was almost too good to be true.

"Really?" you said. "You're...You're really leaving?"

"Yep!" said one of the Pinkies.

"Just like that?" you said.

"Just like that!" said another Pinkie.

You chuckled in disbelief. "I guess you three have lots of other people to bother today, huh?" you said, smiling.

The Pinkies were just stepping out of the living room, heading towards the hallway just beyond. Before they got out of sight, however, the Pinkies stopped and looked back at you, each one offering you some parting words before continuing on.

"Oh, it's not that!" said one Pinkie.

"We just want to make sure all the other Pinkies know how much fun we all had together!" said a second Pinkie.

"I know they'll all want to have just as much fun with you as we did!" said the third.

The three smiled widely, then disappeared around the corner. "See you later, Nonny!" the three said in unison.

The triumphant smile on your face vanished even quicker than the smiles of the Pinkies had a few moments earlier, leaving in its place a look of sheer dread. "No! No, no, no! Wait!" you cried out as you leapt to your feet. You began to chase after them, but in your panic, you forgot that your pants were still pulled down to your knees, and so nearly tripped and fell to the floor. Thankfully, you managed to save yourself, and quickly yanked your garments back up into their proper places as you ran after the Pinkies.

The Pinkies had made it about halfway down the hallway by the time you caught up to them, the same hallway you had run down earlier in your attempt to reach the front door. You quickly got in front of them and held up your hands to stop them. "Wait, wait, wait a second!" you cried out.

The Pinkies casually came to a stop before you. "What's wrong, Nonny?" said one of them.

What was wrong in your mind was the idea of the three Pinkies running around telling every one of the others about how "fun" you were. If even a fraction of those countless Pinkies you had seen running around outside decided to come looking for you after that...

You shuddered. You imagined that there might have been some guys who would have enjoyed being jerked to death by a small army of hyperactive pink mares, but that was not how you planned on going out, and certainly not on that particular day.

As you contemplated this unfortunate fate, another potential ramification of the Pinkies' blabbing came to mind. It was entirely likely that, in addition to telling the other Pinkie clones about the hot, steamy "fun" the four of you had had together, they might also tell your fellow Ponyvillians, including the real Pinkie Pie and her friends. You didn't imagine that the real Pinkie, wherever she was, would be all too pleased to find out that the first thing you had done upon being presented with three clones of herself was to force yourself upon them and use those innocent mares' bodies to sate your perverse lusts. Of course, the situation had been a bit more nuanced than that, but you feared that Pinkie and her friends wouldn't care about such minor details. At best, you might be branded as some sort of creepy sex pervert in the eyes of your neighbors. At worst, Applejack and Rainbow Dash might show up at your house one day to show you what they did to those who took advantage of their friends, even by proxy.

"Um..." you began, desperately thinking of how to ensure the Pinkies' silence. "Maybe we should...not tell anyone about what we all just did."

"Why not?" asked one of the Pinkies.

"Well, um..." you said, racking your brain. You doubted the Pinkies would have the attention span to understand your concerns, or that they would even care about them anyway. If you were going to get them to do what you wanted, you'd have to put things in a way they could understand; you'd have to think like Pinkie Pie.

"We shouldn't tell anyone because...because it's a secret!" you said.

"A secret?" said one Pinkie.

"Yeah, a secret!" you said. "It's a secret, and...you can't tell secrets. That's against the rules."

"Rules? What rules?" said another Pinkie. "Like in a game?"

"Yeah, yeah!" you said. "Just like a game!"

"Ooh! Games!" said one of the Pinkies. "I love games!"

"Games are super-duper fun!" said another Pinkie.

"What game are we playing, Nonny?" said the third Pinkie.

"The, uh...'Don't Let Anyone Know You Were at Anon's House' game," you said.

"Ooh! I've never heard of that game!" said one Pinkie. "How do we play?"

"Oh, it's really easy!" you said. "All you have to do is not let anyone know you were here or what we did together!"

"I can do that!" exclaimed one of the Pinkies.

"Me too!" said another.

"Me three!" said the third.

"Good!" you said, sighing in relief. "Just...don't talk about it, not to the other Pinkies, not to the neighbors, and especially not to the real Pinkie. And whoever talks about it first loses! Understand?"

"Yep!" said one of the Pinkies.

"You better watch out, you two!" said another Pinkie. "I'm gonna win this!"

"Not if I win it first!" said the third.

The three Pinkies exchanged playfully competitive glares before giggling to themselves.

You sighed, wiping the nervous sweat from your brow. The Pinkies' apparent enthusiasm for the "game" was reassuring; you just had to hope their enthusiasm outpaced their attention spans. All that was left was for you to get the three of them out of your house before something else...

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Anon! Are you home?" came the sound of a voice from your front door.

Your blood ran cold. Slowly, you turned, looking at the door at the end of the hallway.

"Anon?" came the voice, followed by more knocking.

You knew that voice. You knew it well. Everyone in town knew the voice of the studious little unicorn who had moved to town just a short time after you: Twilight Sparkle, local librarian, crackpot wizard, and one of Pinkie Pie's best friends. In other words, she was one of the worst people who could have come knocking at that particular moment.

You quickly spun back around, facing the Pinkies. You put a finger to your lips and shushed them. "Remember: you're not here," you whispered.

The acknowledging winks and nods you got from the Pinkies put you at ease, so much so that you didn't notice one of the Pinkies looking at the door and placing her hand aside her mouth before it was too late. "We're not here, Twilight!" the Pinkie belted out loudly.

Your hands were on her mouth the very next instant, but the damage had already been done. A tense silence followed, during which you wordlessly begged the universe to give you a break.

Please let her not have heard that. Please let her not have heard that. Please let her—

"Anon! Is that you in there?" called out Twilight.

She heard it.

"Shoot," you whispered.

Your mind was racing, trying to come up with a new plan to get the Pinkies out and save your reputation. The front door was obviously not an option. That only left the...

The kitchen door!

You quickly refocused your attention on the other end of the hallway, where the kitchen, and the back door of your house, were located. "That way!" you whisper-shouted. "Back that way! Go, go, go!" You grabbed the Pinkies and spun them around, pushing them swiftly, yet silently, down the hallway, trying not to get distracted by the sight of their huge, jiggling ass cheeks. The Pinkies, thankfully, did not resist, merely giggling quietly as you pushed them along, as if it were all truly just a game.

A few moments later, you and the Pinkies had made it back into the kitchen. Before you stood your back door, the top half of the pretty little stable door still yawning wide open. With a hopeful grin, you hurried to the door, preparing to pull open the bottom half and usher the Pinkies out. As you took hold of the handle, however, you heard something that sent a shiver down your spine: the sound of rapid footsteps just around the corner of your house, quickly approaching the back door.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit!

You sprang back from the door and whipped around, your panicked brain desperately searching for a solution.

Not enough time to run! She'll be here any second! Gotta hide them somewhere!

Your eyes darted around your kitchen, searching for a suitable spot.

The cupboards? No. The fridge? No. Under the sink? No. The table?

You did a double-take, looking back at your kitchen table, a large, rectangular thing covered in a long tablecloth that went almost all the way down to the floor.

"Table!" you blurted out.

The word was hardly out of your mouth before you were moving, pushing the Pinkies towards the table as quickly as you could.

"Under the table!" you whisper-shouted. "Under the table, quick!"

One by one, the Pinkies got down on their hands and knees and crawled under the table, giggling to themselves and whispering "fun". It was a tight fit, but eventually, the last of those three fat, juicy asses vanished beneath the tablecloth, as if they had never been there.

"Remember: not a sound!" you whispered to the table. "Not a—"

"Anon!" came the voice of Twilight.

You nearly jumped out of your skin. You whipped around so quickly that you lost your balance, stumbling and falling down into one of the chairs arranged around the table. As you caught yourself, your eyes darted across the table to the back door, and to the mare currently poking her head through it.

In almost every way possible, Twilight Sparkle was the exact opposite of Pinkie Pie. Where Pinkie was energetic and unpredictable, Twilight was calm and rational...most of the time, anyways. Where Pinkie's body boasted an obscene amount of feminine curves, Twilight's was petite and slender, although not unattractive; her small, perky breasts, her teeny waist, and her cute little butt were undoubtedly appealing in their own way. Where Pinkie, the real Pinkie, usually wore booty shorts, crop tops, and other such revealing clothing, Twilight wore a smart-looking sweater vest and a modest skirt. Where Pinkie's mane was wild and poofy, Twilight's dark blue locks were long and straight, her neatly cut bangs parted by the little purple horn that jutted from her forehead. Where Pinkie's face normally featured a wide, silly smile, Twilight's face, as it often did, showed clear panic and concern.

"Anon, are you alright?" said Twilight. "Where are they?" She leaned further in through the half-open door, quickly scanning the kitchen.

You forced yourself to calm down, doing your best to act like nothing at all was amiss. You sat up in your chair, cleared your throat, then folded your hands neatly on the table before you. "Uh...Hey, Twilight!" you said as casually as you could. "Where's who?"

"The Pinkies!" said Twilight, still looking around. "Where'd they go? Are they hiding somewhere?"

You heard the Pinkies giggle quietly beneath the table; you faked a loud cough to cover up the sound.

"Uh...Pinkie Pie's not here," you said. "It's, uh...just me." You threw in an innocent smile for good measure.

Twilight looked at you, her confusion clearly visible on her face. "But...But I heard them in here!" she said. "They broke into your house too, didn't they? Where'd they go?"

"Broke into my house?" you said, feigning confusion. "Nobody's broken into my house."

Twilight's confusion visibly intensified. "But...But your kitchen..." she said, slowly taking in the room.

You didn't even need to turn your head to see the damage the Pinkies had done to the room, both during their initial exploration, and while you had chased them around the house. Boxes of cereal and crackers had been thrown to the floor and trodden, their crushed contents spilled out upon the floorboards. Sweet jams and jellies had been messily sampled, leaving multicolored stains on the countertops and your recently washed tablecloth. An empty container of ice cream rested on the floor in the midst of a sea of cookie crumbs. You even thought you saw a smiley face drawn on one of the walls with ketchup.

You swallowed. "What about my kitchen?" you said, fighting to keep a straight face. You decided you'd rather be known as a slob than as a sex pervert.

Twilight looked you in the eye, clearly trying to determine if you were joking. You figured your poker face must have been better than you thought it was, for Twilight evidently decided not to call your bluff. "Um...nothing," she said. After a moment of awkward silence had passed, she spoke again. "But there were some Pinkies in here, right? I heard them in here talking a minute ago; I know I did!"

"Oh, that was...that was probably me you heard talking...to myself," you said. "I talk to myself sometimes. Helps me think."

Twilight looked around again, straining her ears to hear the ones she sought. When she did not detect them, she looked back at you, giving you a long, scrutinizing look. "You...really haven't had any Pinkies in here?" she said.

You briefly considered amending your story. Perhaps if you told Twilight that the Pinkies had been there, but had already fled the scene, that might get her to leave. You quickly realized, however, that this would not have been a wise move. The only thing keeping the three chatty mares beneath the table from blabbing about all the "fun" you four had had was the pretense that you were playing some ridiculous game of secrets. If you revealed that they had been there, then they might believe that the game had ended, and that they were free to discuss their afternoon at your house in hot, sticky detail. If you wanted their silence, then you had to keep up the charade.

"Uh...Pinkies?" you said. "Twilight, what are you talking about?"

"Anon, you...really don't know what's going on?" said Twilight.

"What do you mean?" you said. "I...I just woke up from my nap a few minutes ago. What is going on?"

While you were not the best actor, the fact that you were still wearing your pajamas probably lent credence to your story, enough that Twilight seemed to believe it.

"Oh. Well...the thing is...Ponyville is currently experiencing a bit of a...Pinkie problem," said Twilight.

"A Pinkie problem?" you said.

Twilight turned her head and looked out at the streets of Ponyville behind her. "Can you hear that?" she said.

You could indeed hear the far-off noises of the chaos in the streets, of the angry voices, the reckless partying, and the dozens of identical, bubbly voices chanting "fun" like some sort of mantra.

"I don't know why, and I don't know how," said Twilight, "but for some reason, there's currently about a hundred Pinkie Pies running around Ponyville, causing mayhem and destruction wherever they go!"

Your eyes widened in mock-surprise. "A...A hundred Pinkie Pies?" you said. "I-I don't understand."

Twilight sighed, looking back to you. "I don't understand it either," she said. "All I know is that there's a hundred mares that all look and sound just like Pinkie Pie running through the streets."

"Woah. That's...that's not good," you said. "That's not good at all."

"No, it isn't," said Twilight gravely.

"And...there's a hundred of them out there?" you said.

"At least," said Twilight. "They're moving around too quickly to count, but with how much damage their doing, there has to be at least a hundred of them, maybe even two!"

You gulped. "And, uh...they're not those...creepy changeling things...are they?" you said, your fear only partially feigned.

"No, they're not," said Twilight. "That was my first thought too, but...I'm pretty sure they're not. If they were just changelings disguised as Pinkie Pie, I'd be able to dispel their illusions. I've already tried that, but it seems like they're exactly what they look like. For all intents and purposes, they're Pinkie Pie, although they're acting crazier and more destructive than I've ever seen Pinkie Pie act."

It assuaged some of your fears to hear that you had not been fooling around with a bunch of shapeshifting monsters, just a few little mares, albeit annoyingly excitable ones. Still, there were plenty of other questions you still needed answers to.

"But why though?" you said. "Why would a bunch of Pinkie Pies want to destroy Ponyville? What are they after?"

It was around this time that you became aware of a soft, warm touch on your leg. It took you a moment to realize that it was the touch of a familiar feminine hand, which was lovingly caressing your calf. In your peripheral vision, you saw that the tablecloth before your seat had been lifted up over your legs and pushed back to your belt line, covering your entire lower body.

"According to them...fun," said Twilight.

You gulped as you felt yet another hand placed on your leg, and felt its slow, sensual stroking.

"Uh...fun?" you said.

Another hand joined the first two.

"That's right," said Twilight. "Fun." She turned her head, looking back outside. "And it seems like they're willing to do just about anything to get it."

By this time, all six hands had been placed on your legs, and were making no effort to be subtle as they fondled you. In fact, you could feel those hands quickly moving up your legs, making their way past your knees and along your thighs, all heading towards one particular spot. Realizing what the three little troublemakers beneath the table were up to, you attempted to gently kick away their hands, hoping they would get the message. Rather than retreat, however, you suddenly felt your legs seized by two of those hands each, which held them down with the same impressive strength you had witnessed earlier, then spread them wide apart.

"It doesn't matter what it is," said Twilight. "Food, games, toys. If they want something, they're going for it...and they're not letting anyone stand in their way."

The remaining two hands continued onwards, squeezing your thighs as they made their way to your crotch. As they reached their destination, you felt soft little fingertips caress the big bulge they found there, teasing your sensitive flesh through your clothing. In spite of your wishes, your body responded to the loving touch, and you felt yourself growing rapidly stiffer. This fact was not lost on the Pinkie beneath the table, who soon slipped those little fingers of hers through the flies of your pants and underwear, eagerly seeking the treasure contained within. You shuddered as her fingers made contact with those family jewels, giving them a gentle, teasing squeeze. Not satisfied merely to touch, however, Pinkie quickly and dexterously pulled them, and your half-hard cock, back out the way she had come from.

Your dread escalated to panic as you felt the cool air of the room upon your flesh. You couldn’t see what was happening down there due to the concealing tablecloth, but you had a pretty good idea nonetheless. You could feel your cock and balls poking out through your clothes, clutched in a strong, yet gentle grasp. You could feel the warm, moist breath of three little mares on your skin as they drew nearer to their new favorite plaything. You even thought you could hear the licking of lips, soft moans of hunger, and tiny whispers of “fun”.

This was bad. This was really, really bad. You were trapped in your seat: no way to run and no way to hide. You knew what the Pinkies wanted, and you knew there was nothing you could do to keep them from getting it, not without alerting the mare still standing just a few yards away at your back door. If you were to avoid being caught in such a perverse position, and the subsequent fallout of that, then you needed Twilight to leave, and you needed her to leave as soon as possible.

“Well, uh...that all sounds...really serious,” you said, trying to keep your eyes from wandering down to your crotch. “Maybe you should...see if anyone needs help.”

“My thoughts exactly,” said Twilight, looking back at you. “That’s why I’m here. I wanted to make sure you were alright, since the Pinkies seem to be targeting Pinkie Pie’s close friends above everypony else. They’ve already gone after Rainbow Dash and Applejack, and I think I saw a swarm of them heading towards Rarity’s. Since Pinkie Pie spends so much time with you, I thought they might have come after you too, but...I guess they haven’t come here yet.”

The Pinkies might not have come yet, but there had certainly been someone coming recently, and as you felt the first set of plush lips press against your balls, leaving a gentle kiss upon them, you feared that that person might be coming again very soon.

“Uh, yeah,” you said. “No Pinkies here! Just me. So, uh...you should probably go and check on someone else.”

You now felt three sets of lips on your quivering flesh, the Pinkies eagerly planting a smattering of kisses all over your balls, your shaft, and all the way up to your tip.

Twilight considered your suggestion for a moment. “Hmm...you’re probably right,” she said.

Your heart leaped.

“But still, I don’t want to leave without at least checking the place out,” said Twilight.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“The Pinkies could have snuck in here while you were asleep,” Twilight continued. “Subtlety doesn’t seem to be their style, but there’s no way to be sure they're not hiding in here somewhere unless we take a look around.”

You suddenly felt the tip of a soft, wet tongue pressed against the base of your shaft, then drawn upwards in a teasingly slow lick that went all the way to your tip, where it lapped up the drop of pre that it found there.

"Uh, no need for that, Twilight," you said, trying to keep your tone casual. "I can take a look around later and, uh...let you know if I find anything."

Two more tongues touched your flesh, each one placing a sensual lick on one of your balls.

"I'm sure you could," said Twilight, "but I don't want you to have to do that alone. These Pinkies are wild, and I don't know if you could handle it if a few of them ganged up on you."

You weren't sure you could handle it either. The repeated licks of those long, dexterous tongues already had you rock-hard and throbbing, and it was taking all your concentration not to let the pleasure of those touches show up on your face. If the Pinkies kept it up, you weren't sure you could even manage that.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself. "I'm sure they can't be that bad...right?" you said.

"Oh, they can, and they are," said Twilight. "I've seen what these Pinkies are capable of. I just passed by Sugarcube Corner, and they made an absolute mess of the place! It only took a few of them to wipe out the Cakes' whole inventory! They gobbled down muffins, swallowed down cookies, and sucked the filling out of every eclair in the building."

A set of lips pressed against your tip, then parted, allowing your aching cock to slide its way right on through them into the hot, wet mouth beyond.

"Um...w-what was that about the eclairs?" you said.

The Pinkie kept going until she had your whole head within the confines of her eager little mouth.

Twilight's expression was deadly serious. "Those Pinkies...they sucked every drop of creamy filling of of every one of those eclairs," she said. "Every. Single. Drop."

The Pinkie slowly swirled her silken tongue around you, giving your head a thorough polishing.

You gulped. "Why?" you said.

Twilight shrugged. "Pinkie's always liked the filling the best," she said. "I suppose it makes sense that her clones would—"

A sharp gasp sprung from your lips as you felt the Pinkie on your cock give a sudden, powerful suck, which sent a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine. You couldn't help but vocalize that intense pleasure, just as you couldn't help but shudder in your seat.

"Anon!" said Twilight, her eyes widening. "Are you okay?"

"Yes!" you blurted out reflexively.

You gritted your teeth, willing yourself to remain calm, but it was a herculean effort. The Pinkie was eagerly showing off just what that little mouth of hers was capable of, rhythmically sucking your quivering cock with enough raw power to have put a vacuum cleaner to shame. Again and again, you felt her tongue swirl around your head. Again and again, you felt her draw back slightly, only to bob back down to where she had been before. Again and again, the tightening of that hot, wet, velvety-soft mouth around you sent a wave of pleasure coursing through you, making your limbs tremble and your head swim.

Fighting through the pleasure, you looked up at Twilight, seeing clearly the concern on her face. "It's, uh...just a...just a stomach cramp," you said. "I'm alright."

"Are you sure?" said Twilight. "You sound like you're hurt!" Her hand moved towards the door handle. "Here, let me come over there and—"

"No!" you shouted, holding out a hand to stop her. Forcing your voice into a more normal tone, you continued. "I mean...I'm alright. Really. It's...just a cramp. It'll pass."

Twilight's hand was frozen on the door handle. She considered you carefully for a few moments, her expression making it clear that she didn't entirely buy your excuse. "Okay," she said eventually.

You sighed, both out of relief, and due to the fact that the two other Pinkies, the ones that had been enthusiastically tongue-polishing your balls, simultaneously decided that they wanted a better taste of them, and promptly took those big, churning spunk-tanks of yours into their mouths, one each. Once you were inside their identically pleasurable mouths, the two Pinkies proceeded to demonstrate their oral prowess as well, swirling their powerful tongues around your balls and sucking on them as if they were the tastiest jawbreakers in the world. All the while, the third Pinkie continued to tend to your cock, her bobbing growing faster and deeper with every suck.

Suffice it to say, the pleasure you were experiencing was nearly overwhelming, but miraculously, you managed to sit up straight and force a casual smile onto your lips, even as your yearned to moan and grunt in ecstasy. "So, uh...you were saying?" you said.

Twilight seemed to relax a bit, but continued to watch you concernedly. "I was saying that I'd really like to take a look around your house," she said, "in case there are Pinkies hiding in here."

You couldn't let that happen, not now. At the same time, her concerns were perfectly reasonable, and if the situation were different, you probably would have welcomed the assistance of a powerful unicorn like her. If you flat-out denied her, it might look a bit suspicious, and Twilight was suspicious enough as it was. What you needed to do was distract her somehow, get her to forget about the whole thing. Luckily, you knew exactly how to distract a persnickety little mare like her. Trying to forget about the Pinkies, and to forget about the toe-curling pleasure you were feeling as you slid further towards the Pinkie's tight little throat, you put your plan into action.

"Uh...what are you...gonna do when you find them?" you said. "Are you gonna do some magical mumbo jumbo? Maybe turn them into sheep...or banish them to another dimension?"

Despite her continued concern, Twilight managed to show a bit of annoyance as well. "Anon, magic is not 'mumbo jumbo'," she said flatly, "I do not banish ponies to other dimensions, and I am not going to turn all of these Pinkies into sheep. Do you realize how difficult that would be?"

You felt the Pinkie's plush lips move further and further down your shaft, until eventually you reached the back of her mouth and slid right down her gag-less gullet.

"Uh, no," you said, suppressing a grunt. "Why would...that be so difficult?"

The Pinkies' hungry tongues caressed your balls, alternating between rapid licks and long, slow laps that covered every inch they could reach.

Twilight's annoyance grew. "Well, for starters, polymorph spells are inherently difficult," she said. "In order to turn one object into another, you have to take into account the relative mass, chemical makeup, and physical complexity of the objects relative to each other, and to the environment, and that's just for inanimate objects! Polymorphing a living creature is much more complicated, and has its own set of rules, twenty-seven rules in fact! First laid out by Starswirl the Beardless in the pre-classical era..."

You silently cheered as you saw Twilight take the bait you had laid out for her. You knew a massive nerd like her wouldn't be able to resist correcting you on the subject of magic in excruciating detail. Sure enough, Twilight proceeded to give you a lengthy lecture on exactly why turning all the Pinkies into sheep was not feasible. She even seemed to enjoy it, and before too long, it seemed like she had forgotten all about you and the situation, smiling to herself as she recounted humorous (to her) anecdotes of her time in magic school.

All the while, you merely sat there, smiling politely and nodding occasionally to present the illusion that you were paying attention. In reality, the entirety of your mental focus and willpower were devoted to keeping your body from quivering in delight and to keeping your many moans stifled as the three Pinkies gave you the sort of mind-melting blowjob that would have made even the hardiest of men weep with joy. Not even in your wildest fantasies had you imagined that tongues could be so sensually skilled, that mouths could be so soothingly soft, and that a throat could be so titillatingly tight as those you were feeling then.

"Of course, then there's the complication of existing magical energies in the objects themselves," Twilight said, not even looking at you at this point. "While I haven't been able to run any tests yet, I don't think there's any question that the Pinkies are the product of some kind of duplication magic. If I had to guess, I'd say that they've most likely been reproduced...cloned, if you will, from Pinkie Pie's inherent magical essence. It would certainly explain why these Pinkies all seem to be Pinkie Pie at her purest and most unadulterated, with all of her various quirks magnified to a ridiculous level."

"Is that why they're all naked?" you said, unintentionally thinking out loud.

"Presumably," said Twilight. "Magical reproductions tend not to include things like..." She suddenly stopped, her absentminded expression growing confused. She looked back at you, giving you a scrutinizing look. "Hang on. How did you know they're all naked? You said you hadn't seen any of them."

Shit. Me and my big mouth.

"Uh..." you began, struggling to come up with an explanation. "You, uh...you said they're all clones...right? Well...clones are always naked in the movies. I just assumed that...these would be the same."

Twilight considered you for another moment, then her intellectually annoyed expression returned. "You know not everything you see in the movies is scientifically accurate," she said. "Although, I suppose in this particular case, there would be truth in fiction. Whatever magic was used to clone Pinkie Pie cloned just her, not her clothes, which has some interesting implications for the type of magic that was used. While a more traditional spell would..."

And she was off again. You sighed in relief as Twilight's attention once again veered away from you. Unfortunately, you had a bigger problems to worry about. Specifically, you had to worry about that fact that the three cum-hungry mares currently slobbering all over you were pushing you ever closer towards yet another climax. Despite having already given the Pinkies a heaping helping of spunk to swallow down just a short time earlier, your aching cock seemed perfectly willing to put on an encore performance, as were your two sloshing cum-tanks, which were busily preparing yet another afternoon snack for the three ravenous little bimbos.

The Pinkies, seemingly recognizing the effect their ministrations were having on you, redoubled their efforts, eagerly seeking the prize they so desperately desired. The Pinkie on your cock pulled you deeper and deeper down her throat, her lips growing ever closer to the base of your shaft. At the same time, her dexterous tongue swirled and twirled around you, squeezing your cock like a boa constrictor and lapping up the pre that leaked from your tip every time she bobbed backwards.

Meanwhile, the two Pinkies on your balls continued to tease them with their tongues, willing them to brew up a big, fat, sticky load just for them. You could feel the tips of those tongues gliding across your skin in quick strokes that, as you paid attention, seemed to repeat themselves. The intensity of the lustful storm raging in your mind made it difficult to make sense of the apparent pattern, but as you focused on it, focused on each of those pleasurable little licks, the truth was gradually revealed to you. You could see the patterns they were tracing with their tongues, see the familiar shapes in your mind, and see the meaning behind them.

F-U-N-F-U-N-F-U-N-F-U-N-F-U-N-F-U-N

The realization wasn't that surprising, but it was incredibly aggravating. Those Pinkies, those three annoying little mares who had caused you so much grief, really did consider the whole situation to be no more than a game. You were not some poor fellow whose peaceful afternoon had been rudely interrupted by a trio of slutty streakers; you were merely a toy, a plaything, a source of merriment to be used however they saw fit, and they chose to highlight that by writing out their mantra on you like some sort of brand. They didn't care that you were a tablecloth away from public humiliation, or perhaps worse; all they cared about was getting the fun they craved so eagerly and so persistently.

Rage flared up in your heart, even as your skin crawled with pleasure. You weren't going to just sit there and do nothing as they so brazenly molested you, you decided. You couldn't run from them, and you couldn't hide from them; the only option before you was to face those three little mares head-on, and show them who was really in charge. This was your house, your kitchen, and your cock they were so inconsiderately having their way with, and you were not going to let them toy with you any longer. If they wanted fun, then you'd give them exactly what they wanted. If they wanted cum, then you'd drown them in it.

You clenched your jaw, balled your hands into fists, and summoned every last bit of strength you had left in you. The Pinkies were already holding your legs apart, but you forced them even wider and thrust your diamond-hard dick forward, daring them to do their worst.

The Pinkies evidently recognized your challenge, and were more than willing to show you just what they could do. The bobbing of the Pinkie on your cock, which had already attained a rapid pace, accelerated to lightning speed, that eager little mare plunging up and down so quickly that you could hear the soft, wet squelching of her hungry mouth. At the same time, the other two Pinkies sucked hard on your balls, nearly choking on them as they took them deep past their lips and slathered every inch of them with saliva.

The waves of spine-tingling pleasure that repeatedly slammed into you converged into a single stream of red-hot ecstasy that surged throughout your being, consuming both your mind and body. Your muscles twitched, and your hips bucked reflexively, but you valiantly held your ground against their sensual assault. A myriad of moans, grunts, and other erotic noises tried to force themselves out of your mouth, but you swallowed them right back down. Your mind was a swirling torrent of emotions, of fear, of annoyance, of raw, primal aggression, and increasingly, of animalistic lust. With every second that passed, you were pushed to greater heights, hurtling towards your impending climax like a rocket, but still, you resisted. Despite the incomparable bliss you were experiencing, you were determined to hold out until you had worked up a load big enough to fill even their bottomless stomachs.

Through half-clenched eyes, you saw that Twilight was still standing at your door, still lost in her impromptu lecture about complicated magical principles you knew nothing about. You hoped against hope that that little unicorn's academic obsession would keep her distracted from what was about to happen.

You could feel it coming. You could feel your endurance running out. You could feel the Pinkies sucking as if their very lives depended on it. You could almost see them in your mind's eye: the three voluptuous, pink mares kneeling before you, their poofy tails twitching in excitement, their beautiful faces buried in your crotch, and their big, blue eyes filled with hearts as they stared lustfully up at you. You could feel the middle Pinkie's lips begin their final approach to the base of your cock. She was only half an inch away. A quarter inch away. A hair's breadth away. Then, after drawing back her head one last time, she plunged back downward, not stopping until every last bit of your throbbing, aching cock had disappeared into her mouth. She pressed her plush, pillowy lips against your crotch, giving it a great big smooch, then gave you one last suck powerful enough to have sucked a golf ball through a garden hose.

As your will finally broke, your long-delayed orgasm hit you like a bolt of lightning, the pleasure arcing across your skin in an instant. Your body quivered from head to toe, your eyes clamped shut, your breaths came quick and shallow, and beneath the table, your floodgates were thrown open, sending a tsunami of hot, sticky cum rocketing up your shaft, directly into the Pinkie's awaiting throat. You heard a muffled moan from beneath the table as your seed splattered against her insides with the strength of a fire hose, your eruption more intense and more prodigious than she had anticipated. It almost definitely would have been heard, had it not been for the long, shuddering grunt that forced its way up your throat, loud even through your forcibly pursed lips.

A concerned voice filtered through the storm raging in your mind. "Anon, are you okay?" said Twilight.

"Yes!" you cried. "Ah, yes!"

"Are you sure?" said Twilight. "Let me come and—"

"No!" you cried, holding a hand up to stop her. "C-Cramp! J-Just cramp!"

The seconds dragged on, every one bringing with it another clench of your cock, another climactic burst of baby batter, and another jolt of pleasure shooting straight up to your sizzling brain. You could hear that Twilight remained where she was, but was no doubt staring wide-eyed at you as you painted the Pinkie's throat white. In your lustful stupor, part of you even wished that she could see, wished that that modest little mare could see the three stacked succubi currently sucking your soul out through your cock. As you neared the end of your climax, the Pinkie drew back her head slightly, rapidly licking and sucking your tip to coax out a mouthful of sweet, salty spunk for her to taste. You could imagine what the look on Twilight's face would have been if she had been able to see the Pinkie milking your last few spurts out of you, hungrily lapping up every last drop you had to give.

When at last your reserves had run dry, and your aching cock had made its final delivery, you fell back into your chair, lying there limply while the last few aftershocks of pleasure echoed through your body. Your spent body quivered slightly, and you sucked in great lungfuls of air to soothe your weary muscles. Your mind was hazy, as was your vision as you slowly cracked your eyes. You blinked a few times, and slowly, your vision grew clearer, allowing you to see the wide-eyed face of Twilight Sparkle staring at you from across the room.

"Anon?" Twilight said hesitantly. "Are you...sure you're okay?"

Down below, you felt the Pinkie on your cock slowly pull back until you slid right on out of her mouth. You felt her press her lips to your tip one last time, giving it a gentle peck that sent a pleasurable shiver running up your twitching shaft, then withdrew. The other Pinkies, too, withdrew, releasing your balls from their mouths and giving them little pecks of their own before leaving you to rest.

You chuckled, in spite of yourself. "Yeah, Twilight," you said, your voice breathy and weak. "I'm...I'm feeling much better now. Really." As the lustful thoughts slowly drained out of your mind, you once again became aware of the situation; the sounds of mayhem in the streets were still there, and still troubling. "Besides, I think there are other people who need your help a lot more than me right now," you said, nodding towards the street.

Twilight swiveled her head around, looking out at the street behind her. She gasped, seemingly recalling the ongoing crisis as well. "Oh no!" she said. "How long have I been...?" She glanced down at her wristwatch, gasping as she saw what it read. "Shoot! I meant to be at Fluttershy's by now!" She anxiously glanced off into the distance, in the direction of Fluttershy's cottage. "Oh, I hope she's okay!"

Twilight's panicked eyes darted back and forth between you and the chaos in the streets. "Uh...okay. Anon," she said, pointing at you, "you stay here. Stay inside and stay safe. Lock your doors, and don't open them for any Pinkies, got it?"

"Got it," you said, nodding.

Twilight sighed. "Don't worry," she said firmly. "This will all be over soon. As soon as I find out what exactly is going on, I'll be able to find a way to dispose of all the Pinkie clones." She began to walk away. "Just sit tight!"

Despite still reveling in your hazy afterglow, something Twilight had said struck you in an unnervingly ominous way. "Wait! Twilight!" you called out reflexively.

Twilight stopped, then quickly made her way back to the door. "What is it?" she said.

It took you a moment for you to realize why Twilight's comment had bothered you. "What do you mean by...'dispose' of the Pinkies?" you said. "What are you gonna do to them?"

"Anon, weren't you listening to anything I said?" said Twilight, visibly annoyed. "If I'm right, and these Pinkies are some kind of clones created by magic, then we have to find a way to undo that magic and get rid of them."

You gulped. You could imagine what she meant by "get rid of them", and you didn't think it involved anything as benign as sending the Pinkies on vacation. "You mean...you're gonna..." you began.

Twilight's expression softened, the mare evidently recognizing what was going through your head. "Anon," she sighed, "these Pinkies...these clones...they're not real. They may look and act and talk like real people, but...they're just fakes. They're copies. They're not like you and me."

"But you can't just..." you began, unable to articulate the hollow feeling in your heart.

Twilight looked at you, her gaze firm, but not harsh. "Look," she said, "I know you haven't seen everything that's going on out there, but those clones are destroying the town right now. It's going to take us weeks to undo the damage they've already done. We have to get rid of them, for everyone's sake."

"But...isn't there any other way?" you said.

Twilight's gaze dropped. "I wish there was," she said. "Believe me, I don't like it any more than you...but it's what has to be done. These clones can't be reasoned with, and if we let them run free, they might cause this kind of destruction all over Equestria. There's...no other way."

Twilight no doubt saw your dissatisfaction written all over your face, but evidently could not think of anything else to say to comfort you. She slowly backed away from the door. "Don't worry," she said, her tone melancholic. "This will all be over soon." She turned and jogged away.

You watched her go, silently pondering her words. While your heart had been filled with serene bliss just a few moments earlier, you now felt a stinging unpleasantness that you couldn't rationally explain.

Looking down at the table before you, you reached out and tentatively lifted the tablecloth before you. There beneath the table knelt the three Pinkies who, as expected, had come together in yet another slutty cum-kiss, moaning and giggling softly as they shared their bounty. Despite the undeniable eroticism of the sight, even it was incapable of distracting you from your growing unease.

You allowed the tablecloth to fall again, blocking the Pinkies from your sight. You leaned back your head and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything you had been through that day, and wondering what it still had in store for you.

Author's Note

To be continued...