Triple Trouble

You had always been a pretty simple guy. You could not boast any significant intellectual achievements. You were no great scientist, or great philosopher, or great thinker of any kind. You were not the princess, whose boundless wisdom had allowed her to guide Equestria through countless generations. You were not even Twilight Sparkle, that little unicorn who, despite her faults, knew more about the intricacies of magic than you ever would. In short, you were not the sort of person who should be expected to answer difficult questions about such heavy subjects as life and death, or the right of a person to exist.

Unfortunately for you, as you sat there in your kitchen, staring up at the ceiling, you couldn't help but ponder fruitlessly the moral quandary you had found yourself dropped in the middle of. Questions buzzed around in your head like a swarm of angry flies, not dispersing no matter how many times you shooed them away. Their presence aggravated you greatly, especially because you could not even consider them properly, due to the lingering haze of afterglow that still clouded your mind. No answers came to you, only bitter words that echoed hauntingly through your heart.

"Anon, 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"

You sighed as you recalled Twilight's words from only a few minutes earlier. While she had made the whole situation seem so simple, so black-and-white, a part of you still refused to accept her assessment.

The soft sounds of smooching lips and feminine giggles still filled your ears, refusing to let you forget about the ones making them. Looking down at the table before you, you once again lifted the tablecloth draped over your legs, revealing the three identical pink mares that it had concealed. Pinkie, Pinkie, and Pinkie were sitting on their plump rumps beneath the table, and had come together in a three-way hug, embracing each other with their arms and their legs. Their faces were pressed together in a three-way kiss, their long, cum-slathered tongues slowly and sensually twirling around each other. When they noticed your eyes on them, the three glanced over at you without interrupting their kiss, giving you lustful smiles and winks, before refocusing on each other.

The sight of those three voluptuous mares in each other's arms was undeniably sexy, but the feeling in your heart as you looked upon them was profoundly bittersweet, and growing more bitter by the minute. You allowed the tablecloth to fall again, removing them from your sight, but not from your thoughts.

"These clones can't be reasoned with, and if we let them run free, they might cause this kind of destruction all over Equestria."

The rational part of your mind recognized the truth in Twilight's words. You had seen what the Pinkies were doing to your quiet little town, and you could imagine the sort of chaos they might cause if they were not stopped.

"We have to get rid of them, for everyone's sake."

You sighed again. If someone had told you the day before that a horde of crazy ponies would sweep into town, trash your house, and interrupt your nap time, you would have found the idea infuriating. You probably would have said that such heinous criminals deserved whatever horrible punishment they got in the end, and you would have been glad to see them get it.

You were not feeling particularly glad in that moment, however. The thought of the Pinkies' impending fate did not fill you with joy, but with profound sympathy and sorrow. Yes, the three of them had utterly trashed your house, an act which you had still not forgiven them for, but they were not evil; they were not monsters; you knew that. If what Twilight had said was true, then they, along with all the other Pinkie clones, were mares just like any other, albeit mares more hyperactive than Pinkie Pie after downing a liter of energy drink. All they wanted, so it seemed, was fun. Could you really condemn them for that? Could you really stand by while they all were "gotten rid of"?

"I don't like it any more than you...but it's what has to be done...There's...no other way."

Even as your head cleared, you did not find the problem before you any easier to confront.

Twilight...knows about these things. She may be an obsessive dork, but...she's a wizard too...and a hero. She and her friends have saved all of Equestria before...multiple times. If she says this is what has to be done to save the day...

The path ahead was clear to you, but then why did it still hurt to think about it? There was no other way...was there?

Grumbling in frustration, you reached down and pulled your tender cock and recently drained balls back into your pants. You slowly rose from your seat and walked across the kitchen, making your way to the back door. You stood at the half-open stable door, looking out at the streets of Ponyville beyond. You saw that the number of Pinkies frolicking through the streets had decreased dramatically, but the far-off sounds of destruction told you that they had probably just moved on to a different part of town. From the sound of it, the Pinkie storm was causing just as much mayhem over there as it had on your own ravaged street.

You slowly closed the door, concealing the kitchen from any who might happen to pass by outside. Sighing, you turned and faced the kitchen table.

"Pinkies," you said, your tone melancholy, "she's gone. You can come out now."

You heard the sounds of excited exclamations and loud swallowing from beneath the table. A few moments later, the tablecloth shifted, and the three naked mares crawled out from beneath it.

"Oooh, that was super fun!" said one Pinkie as she rose to her feet.

"Super-duper fun!" said another.

"We should do that again sometime!" said the third, looking to you. "Can we, Nonny? Can we play under the table again sometime?"

"Can we?" echoed the other two, their eyes gleaming hopefully.

"Hold on, hold on," you said, holding up your hands. "Just...give me a minute."

"Okie-dokie-loki!" said one of the Pinkies.

The Pinkies, surprisingly, actually did give you a minute to collect your thoughts. The three stood together before you, muttering to each other and giggling, no doubt deciding what sort of fun they were in the mood for next.

You, on the other hand, had a much more difficult choice to consider. Your brain had already settled on what it considered to be the logical course of action, although the ache in your heart grew stronger with every additional moment you considered it. You knew that, if you delayed too long, then you would never have the will to do what had to be done. The Pinkies had to go, and they had to go soon. They had to go rejoin their fellows on the streets, so that they could await their fate. The only question that remained was whether or not you should tell them what that fate was. Judging from their nonchalant demeanor, the three had evidently been too cum-drunk to hear or to understand what Twilight had said about them, and so the choice now fell to you to inform them or not. The thought of explaining to the three bubbly mares what they had coming to them left a sour taste in your mouth, but the thought of leaving them blissfully unaware felt even more distasteful. They may have been a bunch of bubble-headed bimbos, but they were intelligent, thinking creatures too. They had a right to know what was going to happen to them.

You swallowed. "Pinkies," you said, summoning your strength.

"Yeah, Nonny?" said one of the Pinkies as they all looked to you.

"Are you ready for more fun?" said another. "'Cause we have some great ideas for how we can all—"

"Stop!" you said. "Please, just...listen to me."

Your internal struggle must have been more apparent than you realized, for as the Pinkies looked upon your face, their wide smiles faltered.

"What is it, Nonny?" said one of the Pinkies.

You took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "You three...you have to go now," you said.

"Go?" said one of the Pinkies. "But...But why?"

"You're not still mad about the living room, are you?" said another.

"This isn't about the living room," you said. "You have to go now because...you three...and all the other Pinkies...are gonna be going away soon."

"Going away?" said one of the Pinkies. "Going away where?"

"I don't know!" you said. "I don't know. I don't know exactly what's going to happen to you all, but...all of you are gonna be sent away soon, and...I don't think you'll be coming back."

The Pinkies gasped.

"Not come back?" said one of them. "You...You mean we won't get to play with you anymore?"

"But we had so much fun together!" said another. "Why do we have to go?"

"You have to go because...because there's no other way," you said. "There's no way for you all to stay here, not in Ponyville, and not in Equestria. You just...have to."

The Pinkies clearly didn't understand, and frankly, you didn't entirely understand it either. Still, the Pinkies clearly saw the grave expression on your face, and understood your feelings, if not your words.

"Will it...Will it be fun where we're going?" said one of the Pinkies.

You looked her in the eye and sighed. "No, Pinkie, I...I don't think it'll be very fun," you said.

The last glimmer of joy faded from the three sets of big, blue eyes before you. The Pinkies hung their heads, standing there in silence. It hurt you to see them like that.

"Before that happens...before you all have to go away," you said, "why don't you three...go and have a little more fun someplace else. Go...run around in the grass...play tag...do whatever you want. Just don't bother anyone."

The Pinkies looked at each other, and three pained smiles appeared on their faces. They looked back to you.

"Okay," said one of them. "If we have to go...then we'll go." She slowly approached you. "But before we do…"

You tensed reflexively as the Pinkie suddenly threw her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Thanks for having so much fun with us, Anon," she said as she placed a loving kiss on your cheek. "I'll miss you."

A second Pinkie approached. "I'll miss you even more," she said, hugging you and placing a kiss on your cheek as well.

Finally, the third drew near. "I'll miss you the most," she said, giving you a hug and a kiss of her own.

You stood there, stunned by the genuine affection of the Pinkies and the feel of their soft, warm bodies pressed against you. Without even thinking about it, your arms slowly wrapped around the three of them, hugging them tightly against you. You closed your eyes, and smelled the soft bubblegum scent of their manes.

"I'll...I'll miss you all too," you said.

You meant it. You didn't know why you meant it, but you knew that you did. You didn't know why it was that you felt such an attachment to those three mares that had caused you so much grief, but you knew that attachment was there. You could feel it there, deep down in your heart, like a warm, pink light that lit you up from the inside. You also knew that, as soon as those three walked out the door, that light would go out, and nothing would ever replace it. When they walked out that door, they would be gone forever, and you would spend the rest of your life thinking about them. You would spend the rest of your life thinking about that day, that crazy, exhilarating, exciting, and yes, that fun day, the funnest day you could ever remember having. You would spend the rest of your life thinking about that very moment, wondering whether you had truly done the right thing.

The Pinkies slowly released you, stepping back and looking upon you. They did their best to give you one last smile, but you could still see the hurt behind those cheerful grins. They looked to each other, then reached out and took each other's hands. They looked back at you, then slowly walked around you, heading for the back door.

"Goodbye," said the first Pinkie.

"Goodbye," said the second.

"Goodbye," said the third.

You wanted to return the farewell, but the word died on your trembling lips, and all you managed was an acknowledging nod. You stood there silently, merely watching as the three of them approached the door. After all, what else could you have done? What could a simple guy like you possibly have done in that situation? You were no hero. You couldn't save the day. You couldn't right what you knew in your heart to be a wrong...could you?

The Pinkies reached the door. The one nearest the handle slowly reached out and grasped it, then pulled. The door slowly swung open and...

Slam!

The Pinkies jumped and gasped as the door was suddenly slammed shut with a loud, dull thud. Their heads swiveled to the side, looking over at where you stood with your outstretched hand firmly planted on the door. For a moment, all was still and silent.

"Nonny?" said one of the Pinkies.

You didn't know what you were doing. You didn't know what you were going to do. You didn't know what you were going to say. You didn't know where the rest of that crazy, wonderful day would take you, but you did know one thing: that day wasn't over yet. You could not just go back to your bed, lie down, and doze peacefully, knowing what was happening just outside. You were not a great thinker, and you were not a great hero; you were just one simple guy, but even a simple guy knows better than to stand idly by when there were three poor, miserable mares in desperate need of someone to protect their smiles.

You slowly turned your head and looked over at the Pinkies. "Where do you think you're going?" you said. You smiled. "You three are staying right here."

You had never seen such big, beautiful smiles as those that slowly appeared on the faces of the three little mares before you. You had never seen such brilliant sparkles in the eyes of a mare as those you saw in their eyes, sparkles of indescribable joy and boundless hope, the sheer warmth of which you could feel on your very soul.

The kitchen exploded with sound and activity as the Pinkies let loose all of that positive energy upon you at once. They shrieked in delight. They hooped and hollered. They cheered so loudly your ears hurt. They spoke quickly and unintelligibly, talking over each other so that all you were able to extract from the single stream of bubbly, excited words that reached your ears was occasional mentions of "fun". They leapt upon you, hugging you so suddenly and so enthusiastically that you nearly toppled backwards onto the ground. Their powerful arms squeezed you tightly, nearly crushing you. They wriggled and jumped and jiggled and nuzzled their faces against you, covering every inch of your face with warm, loving kisses.

It all happened so quickly that you could hardly register it. In a single moment, it seemed, all of the gloom and doom around you had been replaced with joy and laughter and light, both outside and within. The infinite energy and spirit of those three little mares was downright infectious, and before you knew it, you were smiling and laughing right along with them. You hugged them back just as tightly, nuzzling their poofy manes and kissing their soft cheeks.

It was the happiest you had been in a long, long time.

You weren't sure how long you all spent like that, but eventually, the four of you began to come down from your emotional climax, enough that you could think clearly, and comprehend the endless chatter of the Pinkies.

"Ooh, ooh! What should we do first? What should we do first?" said one of the Pinkies.

"I know! I know!" said another. "Let's all go jump on the couch again! I bet Nonny would love to watch us bounce!"

"No, no!" said the third. "We should all go get in the bath! We can get all wet and bubbly together!"

"Wait, wait! I've got a better idea!" said the first Pinkie. "Let's stay here in the kitchen! I know lots of fun things we can do with whipped cream!"

"Woah, woah! Hang on, hang on!" you chuckled. "Hang on a minute!"

As fun as the Pinkies' suggested activities would have been, you were not so lost in the moment as to forget the situation at large. You still had no idea what you were going to do going forward. Would you have to hide the Pinkies somewhere? Would you have to lie to Twilight? Would you and the Pinkies have to move to another town? Important questions all, you realized, but not ones that needed to be answered that very moment. One thing that did need to happen, however, was for some order to be reestablished in your house. It could not always be crazy-wacky-funtime for you and the Pinkies, both for the sake of your sanity, and the sake of their safety.

"Look, girls...I'm willing to let you three stay here," you said, "but if we're gonna make this work, then we need to establish some rules."

"Rules?" said one of the Pinkies. "Like for another game?"

"No, Pinkie," you said, speaking to them like a firm, but loving parent. "These rules aren't a game; they're serious. I know you three just want to have fun, but we can't have fun if it ends up turning my house into...this," you said, glancing around at your trashed kitchen.

The Pinkies glanced around as well, chuckling sheepishly as they realized what a mess they had made of the place.

"I promise you three that we can all have lots of fun together," you said, "but when we do, we'll do it my way, according to my rules. This is my house after all; if you three want to stay here, then you have to follow my rules. Understand?"

The Pinkies clearly had mixed feelings about not being able to do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted to do it. You imagined they were weighing the restrictions to their freedom against the prospect of all the fun they so desperately wanted to have with you.

"You promise?" said one of the Pinkies. "You promise we can keep having fun?"

"Yes," you said with a smile, "I promise we can keep having fun."

"Do you Pinkie promise?" said another Pinkie.

"Er...Pinkie promise?" you said.

"Like this!" the Pinkie continued. "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" As she said this, she mimed out the actions she described. When she had finished, she and the others looked at you expectantly.

"Okay," you said tentatively, not fully understanding the purpose of the strange ritual. "Cross my heart and hope to fly...er, stick a cupcake in my eye." You repeated the gestures as best you could, which evidently satisfied the Pinkies.

"Woohoo!" the three cheered.

You chuckled. "Okay, okay," you said, "but do you three promise to follow the rules?"

The Pinkies looked at each other, then back to you. "We promise," they said together. "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." They performed the appropriate gestures in time with their oath, thus sealing the deal.

"Good," you said, comforted by the fact that you now seemed to have some degree of control over the three rambunctious mares.

"So, Nonny," said one of the Pinkies, "what's the first rule?"

"Is it something fun?" said another.

"The first rule is: don't make messes in the house," you said firmly.

"Yes, sir!" said one of the Pinkies, standing at attention and giving you a mock salute, with the other two mirroring her.

"The second rule is: if you make a mess, you clean it up," you said.

The Pinkies' smiles faltered. They slowly looked around the room, no doubt putting two and two together and realizing just how much work they had ahead of them.

"Um...any chance we could...not have that rule?" ventured one of the Pinkies.

You crossed your arms and gave them a stern, parental look in response.

"Right," said the Pinkie, smiling sheepishly. "Got it."

Just then, one of the other Pinkie's faces lit up. "What happens if we break the rules?" she said.

"If you break the rules?" you said.

"Yeah," the Pinkie continued. She slowly stepped up to you and placed her hands on your shoulders. "If we break the rules...will we be punished?" She bit her lip gently, and gave you a long look with those big, blue eyes of hers.

The faces of the other two lit up with recognition, then relaxed into much more invigorating expressions.

"Yeah, Nonny," said one of them as she stepped up and placed her hands on you as well. "Bad little fillies who break the rules get punished, don't they?"

The third moved behind you and grasped your shoulders, massaging them gently. "And we've been really bad, haven't we?" she said.

You weren't an idiot. You knew what they were doing, of course; the sultry expressions on their mischievous little faces made it painfully obvious.

You raised an eyebrow. "You think I should punish you three?" you said.

"Oh, yeah," said one of the Pinkies. "After all, we made such a mess of your house. It's only fair, right, girls?" The other two nodded and grunted affirmatively.

"You know, that's sorta what the second rule is there for," you said.

The Pinkies' faces flashed with fear, but they quickly recovered.

"But...But that's not enough!" said one of them. "We need a much bigger punishment."

"A much harder punishment," said a second.

"A much longer punishment," said the third.

The three of them batted their long, feminine lashes and smiled lasciviously at you.

You couldn't help but smile at their utterly transparent act. "Oh, really?" you said. "You think I should give you three a big, hard, long punishment?"

"Yes indeedy!" said one Pinkie.

You made a show of considering the idea, taking time to relish the hopeful looks on their faces. "Hmm...alright," you said. "I'll give you three the punishment you've been waiting for..."

The Pinkies did a poor job of concealing their joy over their apparent victory, giggling softly and sharing excited looks with each other.

"...and then you three can clean the house," you concluded.

The Pinkies' excitement vanished. They looked at you, but the expression on your face was not a joking one. You weren't about to let those three little seductresses toy with you so easily, not any longer. Your house, your rules. You were in charge, and you weren't going to let them forget that, not on that day, and not on any day that came after.

"Now," you said, "turn around and march your little pink butts upstairs."

The Pinkies quivered at the sound of your confident, commanding voice. They licked their plush, feminine lips, and rubbed their thick, pillowy thighs together.

"Mmm...yes, Nonny," said one Pinkie, her voice dripping with sexuality.

"Right away, Nonny," said a second in the same fashion.

"Whatever you say, Nonny," said the third similarly.

The Pinkies slowly withdrew, turning and walking out of the kitchen. As they went, their big, babymaking hips swayed sensually in a clearly deliberate attempt at teasing you. To their credit, you did feel a stirring in your pants as you watched those thick thighs of their wiggle and their incredible asses jiggle with every step they took. You took a moment to savor the sight, shaking your head and chuckling at your situation, then slowly followed after them.

The four of you made your way out of the kitchen and to the stairs, the Pinkies walking single-file ahead of you. As they slowly ascended the stairs, you were presented with the mouthwatering sight of all three of their plump, juicy rears looming over you, wobbling and jostling in sync. The Pinkies peeked over their shoulders, looking back at you to ensure their little spectacle was having the desired effect. You looked them in the eye, giving them a confident grin that let them know that, yes, you were looking, and that, yes, you liked what you saw.

Despite the trip up the stairs taking twice as long as it should have, you all eventually made it up to the second floor and to your bedroom. The Pinkies obediently filed in, with you right behind them, shutting the door once you were all inside. While the room had not been spared the chaos of the Pinkies, your earlier chase through the house having knocked several objects off of your walls and shelves, the bed was still intact, albeit quite disheveled, and that was all you cared about in that moment. Without even needing to ask them, the Pinkies made their way to the bed and sat down on the edge, striking provocative poses that emphasized their hyper-feminine physiques.

"We're ready for our punishment, Nonny," one of the Pinkies cooed.

You knew what they wanted. Already, those little pink sluts were pawing at their breasts, caressing their thighs, and reaching down to stroke their needy pussies. Admittedly, your own body wanted the exact same thing, for despite having already blown your load multiple times in a relatively short span of time, you were rock-hard and throbbing once again, your dick's eagerness to sample the pretty pink pony pussies before it proving greater than its incredible weariness. While you had every intention of giving your dick, and the Pinkies, exactly what they wanted, you first needed to remind the Pinkies that this was, at least in theory, a punishment.

"Alright, you three," you said, "turn around."

Exchanging eager looks, the Pinkies crawled onto the bed, getting on their hands and knees, facing away from you. The three lined themselves up and lifted their poofy tails to give you an unobstructed view of their titanic tushies as they gently smooshed them together, their identical cutie marks meeting between them.

The view was incredible, but you knew how to make it even better. Stepping forward, you reached out and, one by one, gently pushed the Pinkies' upper bodies down onto the bed, their faces and their massive breasts pressing against the bedding. The Pinkies gasped and moaned under your domineering touch, instinctively arching their backs and thrusting their mountainous asses higher into the air. As you stepped back, you took a moment to savor the sight of those three eager mares face down, ass up, their bubbly butts jiggling and their little pink feet wriggling in anticipation.

"You know, you three have caused me a lot of trouble today," you said, your tone firm, but not angry.

"Have we?" said one of the Pinkies in a mock-innocent tone.

"Yeah, you have," you said. "Interrupting my nap, breaking into my house, making messes everywhere, not to mention you three playing around under the table while Twilight was right there! You almost got me in big trouble...and you never even apologized."

"Oh, we're sorry, Nonny," said one of the Pinkies.

"Yeah. Really, really sorry," said a second.

"Super-duper sorry," said the third.

Despite the sultry tone with which those apologies were spoken, you could tell that they were at least partially genuine; you made note of this, but did not allow it to distract you from the task at hand.

"I'm afraid 'sorry' isn't gonna cut it," you said. As you spoke, you reached out and allowed your hand to slowly wander over the vast expanse of plush, pink flesh before you, caressing those chubby cheeks and giving each one a probing squeeze. "You three broke the rules, and now...I have to punish you for it."

"Mmm...how are you gonna do that?" one of the Pinkies.

You grinned devilishly. "That same way I punish naughty little gluttons who stuff their faces with my food without asking," you said.

It took the Pinkies a moment to recognize the implications of your statement, but by the time their eyes had gone wide with realization, you had already drawn back your hand, then sent it flying on a direct course towards the rightmost of the six cushiony cheeks lined up before you.

Smack!

The room was filled with the thunderous crack of flesh-on-flesh, and the gasping moan of the Pinkie whose rear you had assaulted. Even before the sound had dissipated, and before the other two Pinkies could fully process what had happened, you were already drawing back your hand again, preparing to give the other Pinkies the same treatment you had given the first.

Smack!

Smack!

Two more slaps were delivered in quick succession to the right cheeks of the other two Pinkies. Two more yelps filled the air as they felt your big, strong hand upon their soft, vulnerable flesh. Every impact of hand on ass set those jiggly cheeks rippling like a great pink ocean. So firmly smooshed together were those asses, in fact, that the ripples from one cheek spread to those to either side of it, setting them ajiggle as well. By the time you had finished, all six of those cheeks were jiggling like the biggest bowls of gelatin in the world. You stood back and watched, taking in the tidal waves of tushy that reverberated from left, to right, then back again, until at last those asses fell still again, save for the trembling of their owners.

"For everything you've done," you said, "I'd say...ten spanks each is a fair punishment. What do you think, girls?" You gently caressed the Pinkies asses, allowing them to feel your touch, and to imagine the touches that would follow.

The Pinkies looked back over their shoulders at you. They were breathing heavily, as if already weary, but the lustful fire in their eyes told you that they were nowhere near done yet. "Yes, Nonny," they moaned.

The Pinkies' punishment proceeded without interruption after that. The three little mares grasped each other's hands and submissively proffered their delectable dumptrucks to their new landlord. With a confident grin on your lips, you continued, delivering one mighty spank at a time to those eager asses. Having already spanked their right cheeks, you focused on their left ones, starting at the leftmost Pinkie and going down the line until you were back where you had started. You alternated like this as you went to and fro down the line, ensuring that all of those cheeks got their fair share of attention. You moved slowly, allowing ample time between spanks for the Pinkies to recover, and to increase the tension as they awaited the next blow. In the time between, you watched their big booties jiggle, and gently caressed their increasingly sore cheeks, showing them that you could be kind as well as harsh.

You would be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy giving those misbehaving little mares their punishment, that you didn't savor the feel of their soft, warm flesh, didn't relish the sight of their quivering keisters, didn't revel in the sound of their increasingly whorish moans. In a way, it felt cathartic to exact justice on the annoying pink mare who had given you so many headaches in the past, if only by proxy. That being said, you did not allow your emotions to run away with you. You were a tough disciplinarian, but not a cruel one. You were careful, and made sure that every strike that fell upon their sweet little asses was just hard enough to remind them that it was not a token punishment, that they had indeed done wrong, but not so savage as to cause them undue pain or damage.

It was quite a while before you neared the end of the Pinkies' punishment, and you imagined it felt even longer from their perspective. You drew back your hand one final time, letting it hang in the air for a moment, then delivered the thirtieth and final spank to the wall of plump, pink flesh before you. The struck Pinkie trembled, and let out a long, shuddering moan of pleasurable pain. The Pinkies' asses, which now featured a number of noticeable red handprints upon their pink flesh, jiggled together one final time, then slowly fell still.

You stepped back, breathing heavily from all of your physical exertion, and wiped the sweat from your brow. Of course, the Pinkies looked even more worn-out than you, their quivering, trembling bodies covered in sweat, and their heavy, panting breaths mixed with soft moans. As you looked upon them, you thought to yourself that that was the most relaxed and calm you had ever seen those hyperactive little mares. Chuckling to yourself, you approached them once more, going down the line and planting a soft, gentle kiss on each of their cheeks. They quivered in response to your loving touch, and whimpered adorably.

"Are you three alright?" you said, your tone now soft and comforting.

The Pinkies turned their half-lidded eyes on you, giving you weary smiles.

"Yeah," said one of them.

"You bet," said a second.

"Never better," said the third.

You chuckled, and returned their smiles. You reached out and petted each of their heads, one by one; they nuzzled and kissed your hand as you did so.

"You three were so well-behaved." you said. "No whining...no complaining."

The Pinkies beamed at your praise.

"You three are good little fillies at heart, aren't you?" you said.

"Uh-huh," the Pinkies affirmed.

"Good little fillies who won't break the rules again, right?" you said, adding a touch of firmness to your voice.

"Right," said one Pinkie.

"We'll be good from now on," said a second.

"We promise," said the third.

The three nodded affirmatively. You didn't make them promise in their own fashion; you were pretty sure they meant it.

"I'm glad to hear that," you said. "I'm glad you three are gonna be such good fillies from now on...because bad fillies get punished, but good fillies –" You reached out with both hands and gave the Pinkies' asses a gentle squeeze. "– get rewarded. Good fillies get to have fun."

The Pinkies' eyes lit up at the sound of that word. They exchanged excited glances, then looked back up at you.

"Do you three want to have some fun?" you said.

"Oh...yes, Nonny," moaned one of them.

"How badly do you want it?" you said.

"Really badly," said a second.

"Really badly?" you said.

"Really, really badly," said the third.

You chuckled at the desperation in the eyes of those needy little mares. You slowly stepped back, allowing you to see the lineup of asses once more. "Then why don't you three spread those chubby cheeks of yours and show me just how badly you want it," you said.

As you watched, each of the Pinkies slowly reached back with both hands and gingerly grasped her plump cheeks. They sank their fingers into the well-pounded dough of their asses, then pulled those cheeks apart, widening the long, deep canyons that ran between them. As those three big, beautiful asses were spread, you were granted the sight of the tantalizing little holes that they had concealed: three pretty pink puckers, and the three puffy pink pussies just below them. It was quite a picturesque sight, their little assholes clenching in anticipation, and their prominent lower lips sopping-wet with the juices that flowed from the delicate petals they framed, juices which were already trickling down their inner thighs.

They hadn't been lying; those little mares were in dire need of some hot, sticky "fun", and as you felt your already stiff cock grow diamond-hard, you realized how much you needed it as well. Cleaning the house could wait; you had something much more important to take care of.

"Well...you three really do want to have some fun, don't you?" you said as you slowly removed your shirt.

"Uh-huh," the Pinkies moaned affirmatively.

You chuckled. "Don't worry," you said, reaching for your pants. "I'll give you three all the fun you can handle."

Your pants and underwear fell to the floor, leaving you as naked as the horny, pink bimbos before you. Unleashed once more, your cock sprang up and stood at attention, throbbing in anticipation. Without any further delay, you stepped forward towards the bed, advancing on your three new playmates. You gently pushed them forward, moving them further onto the bed to make room for yourself behind them. The Pinkies once again held hands as they got into position, then watched you with lustful eyes as you climbed onto the bed and knelt behind the middle Pinkie.

"Are you three ready?" you said as you ran your fingers through their thick, curly tails.

"Yes!" the Pinkies moaned.

"Are you sure you're ready?" you said as you simultaneously pressed your tip against the enticing asscrack immediately in front of you and pressed your fingers against those to your right and left.

"Yes!" the Pinkies moaned louder.

As you slowly pushed forward, slipping your cock in between the great pink marshmallows before it, you couldn't help but let out a shuddering breath. Both your cock and your hands plunged into their respective asses, burying themselves deeply within those plush cheeks. When the tips of your fingers and the tip of your cock finally met the Pinkies' wet, velvety lips, all four of you shuddered and moaned softly.

"Are you really sure you're—" you began.

"Just fuck us already!" cried one of the Pinkies.

You shrugged casually. "Alrighty then," you said, then did as the Pinkie commanded.

Three gasping, squealing moans filled the air as you thrust your hips and your hands forward, driving your cock and your fingers through the soft folds of the Pinkies' entrances, and right on into the tight, dripping passageways beyond. A deep, masculine moan of your own joined the symphony as you felt the vicelike grip of the Pinkies' pussies on your sensitive head and on the tips of the two fingers on each hand you had selected for the task ahead. Their velvety inner walls reflexively clenched around you, sending jolts of pleasure running up your cock and throughout the rest of your body. You did not falter, however, and bravely pressed onward into the Pinkies' deepest depths, determined not to be bested by their obnoxiously erotic bodies. With every additional inch you slipped into their quivering cunnies, the Pinkies let loose more moans and grunts, which quickly grew in volume and frequency. Your own vocalizations similarly increased as, slowly but surely, every inch of your aching cock made its way between the Pinkie's pillowy asscheeks, past her juicy folds, and into her eager little babymaker.

By the time the final inches of your dick and your digits had been forced into the Pinkies' tight little holes, all four of you were breathing heavily. You looked down, and nearly came right then and there as you took in the sight of yourself, knuckle-deep and balls-deep in the three identically plump, identically horny, and identically loving little mares before you. You refused to let yourself be defeated so easily, however, no matter how many soft, feminine curves those Pinkies boasted, or how good their slick flesh felt wrapped around you, or how erotic the looks in those big, beautiful eyes of theirs were.

Stupid sexy Pinkie Pie.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly drew back, pulling yourself back out of the Pinkies' precious little pussies. The pleasure of removal, being just as spine-tingling as that of insertion, had all four of you moaning and trembling once more. The Pinkies' tight, clenching pussies, despite having fought you on the way in, now fought you on the way back out, as if they couldn't make up their minds whether they wanted you to come or go. Well, they would have plenty or time to decide, for as soon as you had finished pulling back, leaving nothing but the head of your cock and the tips of your fingers buried inside of them, you turned around and thrust back inside, hard and fast. The Pinkies squealed like little pink piggies as their pussies were once again impaled, and you let out a powerful grunt as you felt them clamp down around you.

Again and again, you repeated this cycle. Again and again, you slowly pulled yourself back out of them, letting them savor every single inch of you sliding through their hot, dripping depths. Again and again, the Pinkies moaned, whimpered, and muttered your name, all while begging you with your eyes not to go. Again and again, you gathered your strength and rammed yourself back into them with a powerful thrust, filling their eyes with hearts and the air with their squeals of ecstasy. Again and again, your hips slammed into the ass before them, squishing those big, round cheeks flat and sending out ripples of jiggly flesh, ripples which, as before, reverberated into the asses to your left and right, ensuring that every inch of that vast pink mountain range was in a constant state of motion.

As the minutes passed, you gradually increased the frequency of your thrusts, each impact coming faster and harder than the one before it. The Pinkies evidently noticed the intensifying of your lustful assault, for the stream of erotic noises that flowed from their lips also grew in intensity over time, just as the pleasured writhing of their voluptuous bodies grew wilder. They clawed at the bed sheets. They nuzzled the mattress, wailing and screaming into it. They thrust their wide, childbearing hips backwards in time with your own thrusts, maximizing the force of each penetration.

The Pinkies, of course, were not alone in their brain-melting ecstasy, for you were enjoying the carnal fun as much as they were, if not more so. The intense pleasure that wracked your body every time you thrust into the Pinkies' needy little holes and felt their slick, silken flesh tighten around you was greater than any you had ever experienced before. If that wasn't enough, the mental thrill of taking those three wild little triplets, of invading their most private places and conquering their fecund, feminine bodies, all while they egged you on, satisfied your basest desires in a way nothing else could have. It was as if all was right with the world: the annoying pink mare whose squeals of delight had bothered you for so long now squealed for you, squealed as much or as little as you wanted her to, and in triplicate! You were in charge. You were in control. You got to decide how much fun they got to have, and because you were feeling generous, you decided to make good on your earlier promise and give those three slutty bimbos the rough, hard "fun" they had wanted all along.

Your deep, animalistic grunts repeatedly filled the room as you and the Pinkies plunged deeper and deeper into the depths of sexual bliss. The loud slap of flesh-on-flesh was near-constant as you continued pushin' their fat, pink cushions with machine-like speed and power. The squeaking of the bed grew cacophonous as the Pinkies wriggled and writhed, unable to contain the raw sexual energy building up within their hot-and-horny bodies. You could almost hear the sloshing of your balls as those heavy cum-tanks churned up yet another huge, sticky load of baby batter for those cum-hungry mares. The unending vocalizations of the Pinkies proved greater than all of that, however, the intensity of their voices reaching incredible heights as they filled your ears with indescribable erotic noises that you didn't even know a mare was capable of making.

They were close now, and so were you. You grew closer with every second that passed. Your previous orgasms had allowed you to last for a long time, but that time was rapidly running out. You could see the end in sight. You could feel it. You could sense it, and so could they. As you locked eyes with them one last time, their tails twitched, their toes wriggled, and their asses clenched tightly, heralding the coming of the end, an end that came as you drew back your hips one final time, then put every last bit of strength you had into a herculean thrust, hilting yourself within the Pinkies so forcefully and so deeply that the slap of hips against ass rang out like thunder, and the tip of your cock kissed the entrance to the waiting womb before it.

The Pinkies' long, wailing screams formed a three-part harmony of ecstasy as they simultaneously plunged into their long-awaited orgasms. Their eyes rolled back, and their long tongues flopped out of their smiling mouths as their screams morphed into moans, then to grunts, then to whimpers, and then back to wailing screams, cycling so quickly that all of those many erotic noises blended together continuously. Their bodies were wracked with pleasurable tremors of an almost cartoonish intensity, their hips bucking, their asses jiggling, and their toes scrunching tightly. Their hot, wet, and well-pounded pussies tightened even further around you, nearly squeezing the life out of you as they gushed great geysers of girlcum all over your hands and groin.

While they didn't squeeze the life out of you, they did end up squeezing something else out of you as soon as you felt that iron grip on your throbbing cock. The sheer ecstasy of that tight, velvety grasp hit you like a charging rhinoceros, launching you into your own orgasm at rocket speeds. Your muscles clenched and spasmed, and you threw back your head, letting loose a mighty roar of masculine dominance as you gladly gave your little pink playmates exactly what they had been craving. The floodgates burst, and you unleashed a torrent of hot, virile seed that shot up your length like lightning and exploded out of your tip right at the door to the Pinkie's fertile, unprotected womb.

Burst after burst, clench after clench, and scream after scream, you and the Pinkies rode out the most spine-tingling, electrifying, and brain-breaking climax of your lives. The waves of pleasure that slammed into you over and over and over again left you numb to everything else, left you ignorant of everything but the three squealing mares before you, and the loving, lustful dominance you had over them. You took full advantage of that dominance, teasing their sensitive flesh with your fingers, milking out yet more of their love juices, while forcibly injecting every drop of your own into the Pinkie's deepest depths, flooding them completely and utterly. You savored every second of it, holding onto that incredible moment for as long as possible, until at last your weary body and spent will could sustain you no longer, and after releasing one final burst of cum, you finally let go.

You fell forward, your muscles now weak and feeble, leaning against the massive pillow of the Pinkie's ass for support. Your body trembled with the aftershocks of your climax, and your mind was hazy with soft, pleasurable afterglow. You panted heavily, and opened your blurry eyes, looking down at the Pinkies. They, too, had reached the end of their explosive orgasms, and lay limply upon the bed, quivering and jiggling slightly from their own aftershocks. Their eyes were unfocused, and they breathed in shuddering moans, but there were weak smiles on their lips, and the drool of carnal satisfaction stained the bedding before their mouths.

You remained like that for several moments as you caught your breath and waited for your strength to return. When you felt you were able to, you slowly pulled back your hands, dragging your fingers out of the Pinkies one inch at a time. The Pinkies moaned softly and clenched reflexively around you, but you were eventually able to withdraw your marecum-slathered fingers. Placing your hands on the mountainous ass before you for support, you then drew back your hips, slowly retrieving your quivering cock from its holster. Both you and the freshly filled Pinkie moaned as you felt the tingle of your tender flesh rubbing together, until at last your cock, coated with both her fluids and yours, was freed. You allowed yourself to collapse down onto the bed beside the Pinkies, gazing with satisfaction upon their well-fucked pussies, especially the one leaking a noticeable amount of your sticky seed.

You swallowed. "How was...How was that?" you said through heavy breaths. "Fun enough for you?"

The Pinkies half-moaned and half-giggled.

"So much fun," one of them moaned.

"Super fun," said a second.

"Super-duper fun," said the third.

You chuckled softly. Summoning your strength, you slowly crawled up the bed, lying down on your back with your head on the pillows. A few moments later, you felt the bed shift as the Pinkies, crawling on weary limbs, made their way over to you. The Pinkies threw themselves down, two of them collapsing onto the bed to either side of you, with the third lying down on top of you. The three of them snuggled closely to you, pressing their massive breasts against you and resting their heads on your shoulders and chest. They entwined their thick, curvy legs with your own, and caressed your feet with their plump little toes.

You put your arms around them and hugged them close, gazing lovingly into their half-lidded eyes. In those eyes, as on their weary smiles, you saw your own affection for those little pink troublemakers returned tenfold. You leaned down and gave each of them a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Do you want us to go clean up now?" asked one of the Pinkies.

As you looked into their eyes, you got the feeling that the three of them would have gotten up and went off to clean your house from top to bottom if you had asked it of them, so submissively did they smile up at you. In fact, you imagined you could have had them do anything you had wanted in that moment, a marked departure from their previous attitudes that you did not grasp the full implications of in that moment. For once in your life, however, you didn't want to see Pinkie Pie walk away; you had something much better in mind.

"No," you said, smiling back a them. "I want you three to stay right here."

You leaned back your head and closed your eyes. Finally, after much interruption, you would get to take your long-awaited nap, a nap only made more comfy by the addition of three warm, plump cuddle-buddies. Sensing your intentions, the Pinkies settled in for a restful sleep, giggling and letting out adorable little yawns.

You smiled as the day's troubles slowly melted away, replaced by the soothing bliss of that perfect moment. The room was calm and quiet, with just the right amount of light for restful sleep. Your ears were filled with the soft, rhythmic breaths of your sexy little bedwarmers, and your nose filled with the delectable combination of sex, sweat, and bubblegum. It was the perfect time for a nap, you mused as you drifted off, and nothing could possible ruin it for you.

"Anon!" cried out a voice.

Your eyes went wide.

"Anon!" came the voice again, a voice you now realized was coming from downstairs.

The Pinkies perked up, raising their heads and looking over at the bedroom door.

"Anon, where are you?" came the voice, accompanied by the rapid pounding of feet on the stairs.

Oh no.

You panicked. You tried to push yourself up on your weary limbs, a task made impossible by the extra-thick mares draped over you. Your mind, still drowsy and clouded, stuttered impotently as you tried to come up with a plan. From the sound of it, you only had precious seconds before the owner of that voice, a voice you know recognized clearly, was upon you.

"Uh...uh...P-Pinkies!" you said. "You three have to hide! Quick, before she—"

You were cut off as your bedroom door was thrown open with a loud slam, and Twilight Sparkle rushed in, her expression even more panicked than your own. "Anon! I heard screaming! Are you alr..." she began, falling silent and still as her eyes fell upon the bed.

For a moment, no one moved, not you, or the Pinkies, or Twilight, whose lavender cheeks slowly reddened with embarrassment, and with intense, boiling anger.

Suddenly, Twilight's horn lit up, and she shifted into a combative stance. "I knew it!" she cried out.

The sight of that mare, furious and powerful, loosened your tongue. "W-Wait, Twilight! Wait!" you cried out.

"I knew they were here!" said Twilight. "I knew I heard them earlier!"

"Twilight, this isn't what it looks like!" you said reflexively, despite the sight of you surrounded by three freshly fucked mares being exactly what it looked like.

"They were holding you hostage, weren't they, Anon?" said Twilight, her horn glowing like pink fire. "I'm sorry I didn't notice earlier, but I'll protect you now! I'll save you from those little pink rapists!"

"Twilight, no!" you said. "It's not like—"

One of the Pinkies gasped in delight. "Twilight!" she cried, smiling widely. With the sort of logic-defying speed that only Pinkie Pie could achieve, she got up off of you and, before either you or Twilight realized what was going on, launched herself at Twilight.

Twilight had about a nanosecond to react before the Pinkie leapt into her arms, wrapping both her legs and arms around Twilight in a full-body hug. The skinny Twilight staggered back from the impact of the Pinkie's hefty body, saved from a fall by the wall a short distance behind her. Twilight reflexively grabbed hold of the Pinkie and, miraculously, managed to stay on her feet.

"You came to play with us!" exclaimed the delighted Pinkie, smothering Twilight with her huge, jiggling tits.

With her face buried in the deep canyon of the Pinkie's cleavage, all you heard from Twilight was a stream of muffled, angry shouts. Twilight visibly strained as she hefted the Pinkie's weight and stepped forward, presumably intending to push the Pinkie back onto the bed. She underestimated the Pinkies' incredible strength, however, so as Twilight attempted to push the Pinkie off of her, the Pinkie ended up dragging Twilight along with her, both of them flopping down onto the bed together.

You watched, frozen in shock, as Twilight and the Pinkie wriggled and wrestled their way up the bed, until Twilight was thrown down on her back beside you. Pinkie pushed herself up slightly, freeing Twilight from the embrace of her chest pillows. Twilight gasped in much-needed air, then glared angrily up at the Pinkie.

"Why you...!" Twilight growled as she once again lit up her horn.

Before Twilight could cast a single spell however, the Pinkie's head darted forward, and she opened her mouth wide, taking Twilight's long, rounded horn into it. As the Pinkie's plush lips wrapped around her horn, Twilight's eyes went wide, and she gasped in a markedly erotic fashion. The glow of Twilight's horn was snuffed out like a candle as the Pinkie gave it a long, slow lick, eliciting a shuddering, breathy moan from Twilight. The Pinkie looked over at you, gave you a wink, then descended on Twilight's horn once more, unleashing upon it that same incredible oral prowess that you had gotten to experience just a short time earlier. Within moments, Twilight was panting and moaning, all traces of anger having left her quivering features.

The sight of that spontaneous hornjob left you momentarily stunned, but you eventually came to your senses. "W-Wait! Pinkie!" you said. "You can't just..."

You trailed off as the other two Pinkies descended upon you, pinning you forcefully to the bed and gazing lovingly into your eyes.

"So this is why you wanted us to stay here," one of them said. "You knew Twilight was coming back to play with us."

"Oh, we're all gonna have so much fun together," said the other, batting her eyelashes.

"Wait, Pinkies! You don't understand!" you said. "This isn't—"

You were cut off as the Pinkies suddenly pressed their lips to yours, commencing a wild, passionate three-way kiss. Their powerful tongues invaded your mouth, moving with the same speed and lustful ferocity they had exhibited all day.

It was only then that you realized the immense hubris of your earlier sexual domination of the Pinkies. While you may have had their love, and you may have had their obedience, you would never in a million years be able to rival their inexhaustible energy. After a long day and three intense orgasms within a short time frame, you were tired, sweaty, and weak. The Pinkies, however, despite being just as sweaty, looked as if they would not be done with you for a while yet. You said a silent prayer for your poor, exhausted dick, which would be getting quite a bit more attention before the day was out, it seemed.