Triple Trouble

When you woke up that morning, you would never have imagined how that day would turn out. You never would have thought that, before the day was out, you would be lying in bed surrounded by four naked, sweaty mares, recuperating after an intense, mind-blowing orgy, and yet that was exactly where you found yourself.

Your brain had been fried by all of the orgasms that had been milked out of you by your three new roommates, but as your half-lidded eyes lazily wandered about the room, you became dimly aware of your surroundings. You lay on your back, yet again, your body as limp as a rag doll, and your muscles reduced to jelly. You were thoroughly soaked with sweat, saliva, and a copious amount of warm pussy juices, courtesy of your little pink playmates. Your dick, aching and sore, lay limply upon your leg, having valiantly weathered an assault that would have sent others running for the hills. Your poor hips felt nearly broken after having had three big, pink wrecking-ball asses slammed down onto them more times than you could count.

Lying beside you, as sweaty and as weary as you were, was Twilight Sparkle. She was naked, of course, her clothes having been eagerly ripped off of her and thrown down onto the floor of your bedroom long before. That little unicorn, normally so neat and tidy, was slathered from head to toe in the same pungent mixture of fluids you were. Her mane was a mess, her horn dripped with saliva, and a thin trickle of your virile seed dribbled from the sopping-wet lips of her pretty little purple pussy. Her eyes were closed, and she breathed peacefully through her smiling mouth.

Not to be left out of that steamy picture were the three identical pink mares who lay on top of you and Twilight: Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie, and Pinkie Pie. The Pinkies, in a similarly lewd state as you, were snuggling you and Twilight lovingly, lazily nuzzling your necks and planting weary kisses on your faces. Those three hyperactive mares seemed to have finally reached a state of exhaustion comparable to that a normal person would feel after a single climax, their plump, sexy bodies lying still, save for the occasional quiver of their puffy pink pussies, all of which were overflowing with the cum they had so eagerly milked out of you.

You slowly looked over at Twilight, then swallowed. "So...Twilight," you said, your voice weak and breathy.

Twilight's eyes fluttered open, and she wearily turned her head to look at you.

"You still think we need to...get rid of the Pinkies?" you said.

Twilight glanced down at the Pinkies, taking in their calm, relaxed demeanor and the loving, subservient looks they had in their eyes. She seemed to ponder the question for a few moments, then looked back up at you. She swallowed, then spoke, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming she had been doing. "In light of...recent developments," she said, "I think..." Her smiled widened. "I think I have a better idea."

It took a couple of hours for you and Twilight to recover, and to decide on your next move. Your first order of business, when all of you had finally conjured the strength to crawl out of bed, was to get cleaned up. Even making use of both your master bathroom and the one downstairs, it took a while for you and Twilight to clean yourselves and the Pinkies, who refused to shower alone. Thankfully, the process went fairly smoothly, due to the Pinkies' demeanor remaining calm and obedient, a fact which Twilight took note of.

When the five of you were clean and dressed, the Pinkies borrowing some of your clothes, Twilight sat you down in your living room and had you tell her the whole story. While you attempted to keep your retelling as professional as possible, Twilight insisted that you tell her absolutely everything in intense, graphic detail...for science, of course. The Pinkies were more than willing to supplement your story with their own sensual descriptions, which soon had Twilight biting her lip and squirming in her seat.

After hearing what you had to say, Twilight considered the situation, and eventually decided that there was another way of dealing with the Pinkie-problem after all, one she believed all involved would find preferable to the alternative. She went light on the details, but you had a pretty good idea of what she had in mind as the five of you left your house in search of Twilight's friends, your three little Pinkies lovingly hanging off of you all the while.

It took a little while to track down Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Spike, some of whom you had to help rescue from the remaining wild Pinkies. Spike, notably, had somehow managed to find an old book in the library that revealed the nature of the Pinkie clones. After confirming her earlier hypothesis regarding their magical origin, Twilight's confidence in her plan grew, and she firmly resolved to go through with it, rather than make use of the banishing spell included in the book.

Once all of you had finally gathered together, Twilight attempted to explain to her friends what she had learned, explain what she planned to do, and explain what you were doing there with three of the Pinkies following you like baby ducks. While Twilight attempted to spare them the more lurid details, it was practically impossible to conceal what sort of things you and the Pinkies had been up to. As you had feared, Twilight's friends didn't think particularly highly of you for what you had done, but after much convincing from Twilight, and after seeing your Pinkies' docile behavior for themselves, the rest of them were eventually forced to admit that your unique method of Pinkie-training seemed to be their best option for dealing with the ongoing crisis, and begrudgingly agreed to assist Twilight with her plan.

The first step was to locate the original Pinkie Pie, who had, of course, been lost amongst her clones. Despite seeming like an impossible task, Twilight devised an unconventional solution involving a bucket of paint that seemed promising. While it took you all a long time, and gave you all a lot of headaches, you eventually managed to round up every last Pinkie in town and herd them into the town hall, including your own three little troublemakers. Twilight said that your three could not be left out, as there was still a slight possibility that one of them could be the real Pinkie, a thought which made your dick twitch.

Throughout the long, boring session of paint-watching that followed, you gradually weeded out the clone Pinkies, moving them to a temporary containment chamber you all had set up in one of the town hall's meeting rooms. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on one's perspective, none of your Pinkies turned out to be the original one. Your three made it about two minutes before they started shooting you loving glances and blowing you kisses. In the end, the original Pinkie, the one who managed to keep her eyes on the drying paint longer than any of the others, turned out to be the only Pinkie who had not been running around naked. Go figure.

After reuniting with the original Pinkie, Twilight attempted to explain to her what was going on, and what they planned to do next. While you had expected Pinkie Pie to be more upset by your perverse behavior than the others, as it turned out, she wasn't bothered by it one bit, and even supported Twilight's plan enthusiastically, apparently welcoming the chance to help fix the problem she had unleashed upon Ponyville. She did, however, tease you quite a bit about fooling around with your Pinkies, saying that she had always known you had wanted to taste her pie, an accusation that you denied embarrassedly.

Your memories of what came next were hazy afterwards, being a long, exhausting, pink blur in your mind, but it never failed to make your dick twitch to recall it. All you knew for sure was that, after giving Spike the task of guarding the town hall to prevent interruptions, you, your Pinkies, Twilight, and her friends had all walked into that room with the wild Pinkie clones. Over twenty-four hours later, a period which included plentiful snack and hydration breaks, you all had staggered back out again, dazed, dirty, and more exhausted than you had ever felt in your life. Following along behind you had been over two hundred calm, loving, and obedient Pinkie Pies.

Of course, even after successfully taming the Pinkies, you still needed to find some brave volunteers to look after them and ensure that they continued to receive the daily dosage of "fun" they needed to keep them docile. Predictably, after what the Pinkies had done to the town, most of the townponies outright refused to assist. However, after seeing how affectionate the tamed Pinkies had become, there were a number of single stallions, and even a few single mares, who suddenly found themselves in a generous mood, and agreed to adopt some of the Pinkies. Word spread quickly after that, and within two days, all of the Pinkies had found loving homes with the bachelors and bachelorettes of Ponyville, as well as with the odd married couple looking to spice up their relationship.

Twilight, evidently having enjoyed her afternoon in your bedroom, decided to adopt a trio of Pinkies herself. Her friends, despite their initial reservations, seemed to have had a change of heart, as each one of them ended up adopting at least one of the Pinkies. Rainbow Dash took two. Rarity took three. The original Pinkie Pie, surprisingly, was quite happy about the whole situation. Apparently, she was overjoyed that her initial plan to maximize the fun she could have with her many friends had finally worked out in the end. So supportive was she, in fact, that she even adopted a few Pinkies herself, beating out her friends by taking four of her little pink doppelgangers home with her. You didn't know what sort of fun the original Pinkie and her four twins got up to down in the party cave beneath Sugarcube Corner, but whenever they emerged, they all had smiles on their faces and quivers in their thighs.

Mayor Mare, understandably, was not entirely pleased with the mess you all had made in the town hall, but after spending an evening with a couple of the Pinkies, she was much more amiable. Still, she insisted on implementing a few new town rules to ensure that Ponyville would not have a repeat of that week's disastrous events. Most significant of these rules were the requirements that all of the Pinkie clones, while in public, be fully-clothed at all times, and refrain from any indecent varieties of "fun".

As the weeks passed, and the damage the Pinkies had done was repaired, things gradually returned to normal, or as close to "normal" as they could be with hundreds of extra Pinkie Pies living there. Twilight's grand plan proved successful in the end, with Ponyville's new Pinkie-pets proving to be as manageable as you all had hoped they would be, at least when they were outside of their respective owner's bedrooms.

As for you, you returned to your cozy, easygoing life in that quiet little town, living happily together with your three little Pinkies. True to their word, they continued to follow your rules, and true to your word, you continued to have lots and lots of fun with them whenever you could. Your weekend afternoons, which you had historically devoted to long, relaxing naps, you now spent engaging in much more invigorating activities with those loving little mares, activities which were not always of the bedroom variety. Of course, the four of you would typically snuggle up together and take a nap afterwards anyway, drifting off together with smiles on your faces.

It was strange, you sometimes mused. You used to always regret moving to Ponyville, a town of trouble and chaos and annoying little mares who drove you crazy, and while you did live through a quite a lot of craziness and quite a few crises in the following years, you were never as bothered by it as much as you had once been. The tolerance for craziness you developed living together with your bubbly little Pinkies gave you a new perspective on things, showing you that excitement and action were not always a bad thing, and, in fact, could sometimes be quite pleasurable indeed. You four certainly had plenty of excitement together during your many playful romps, excitement which made the peaceful naps you all took together afterwards even sweeter. As you lay in bed on those many occasions, savoring the warm embraces of the beautiful pink mares who had touched your heart, you often thought to yourself that moving to Ponyville had, in fact, been the best decision you had ever made.