Chapters Of all the mistakes you had made in your life, moving to Ponyville was probably the worst. "Move to Ponyville," they said. "It's peaceful and quiet there," they said. What a bunch of baloney.
It seemed like every other day there was something loud and obnoxious, if not outright dangerous, going on in that unassuming little town. Why, in the short time you had lived there, there had been at least two appearances by superpowered magical villains bent on taking over the world. You had witnessed attacks from fearsome ursa minors, enormous dragons, and swarms of deceptively adorable pests that nearly devoured the entire town! Oh, and don't forget the elaborate, well-choreographed musical numbers that the town's residents broke into on a regular basis. If you had had a bit for every time your afternoon naps had been interrupted by ponies parading down the street, singing loudly about friendship or rainbows or some such thing, you could have afforded to move somewhere decent.
If you hadn't known any better, you might have thought the universe itself was conspiring to deprive you of the restful life you so dearly desired. Of course, you did know better; you knew who was responsible for all the chaos and calamity that haunted you so persistently. It was those mares, those six mares who always seemed to be involved in whatever ruckus was being made. There was the librarian, Twilight Sparkle, whose crazy spells had once hypnotized half the town into fighting over a child's doll. There was Applejack, who once caused a stampede that nearly leveled your house. There was Rainbow Dash, whose persistent pranking had you constantly checking your chairs for whoopie cushions before sitting. There was Rarity, whose frequent melodramatic crying could be heard from a mile around. Even that timid little mare Fluttershy was involved, bringing dangerous creatures into town on a regular basis, like those parasprite things.
And then there was Pinkie Pie: the baker, the party planner, and the single most obnoxious mare you had ever met. How many times had her annoyingly catchy songs woken you from your peaceful naps in the park? How many times had the thunderous explosion of her party cannon nearly blown out your ears? How many times had she jumped out from behind a hedge to present you with a cake, nearly giving you a heart attack in the process? If you had to blame one pony in particular for all the headaches you got, it would undoubtedly be her.
Thankfully, Pinkie wasn't around at the moment, nor were any of her little friends. Your only companions as you lay snuggled up in your big, soft bed on a sunny Saturday afternoon were the plush pillows beneath your head and the blankets that embraced you so lovingly. You silently relished the feel of them on your skin as you drifted in that lazy river that lies between dreaming and waking. The curtains drawn across your bedroom window allowed the perfect amount of warm sunlight into the room. The blessed silence that filled the air was broken solely by the occasional twittering of little birds from somewhere outside. It was the perfect time for a nap, you thought to yourself as you drifted closer to sleep. Nothing could have possibly ruined that moment.
Crash!
Your eyes shot open as the sound of a loud crashing noise reached your ears. You lay frozen in shock for a few moments, your groggy brain struggling to make sense of the situation. The sounds of rapid footsteps and loud voices from somewhere downstairs reached you, and eventually, you realized what was almost assuredly going on.
Burglars!
You bolted upright in your bed, suddenly wide awake. Your mind raced, scrambling to come up with a plan of action. Acting mostly on instinct, you quickly, yet quietly, slipped out of bed, standing upon your own two feet. You frantically looked about the room, searching for something to defend yourself with. Unfortunately, there was not a weapon to be found, neither a cannon, nor a sword, nor even a pointy stick anywhere in sight. The only thing even remotely close was the pretty, flower-print umbrella sitting in the corner, the one a kindly stranger had lent you one day when you had forgotten your own. You cringed at the thought of wielding such a weapon, but you valued your life more than your honor, and so retrieved the umbrella.
You were somewhat calmed by the feeling of the umbrella in your hands, and so were able to more easily take stock of the situation. You could now clearly recognize the loud noises coming from the first floor of your house: loud footsteps, occasional bangs and crashes, and muffled exclamations. There were a few of them, you decided; just your luck. In a town where crime was practically unheard of, you had the great fortune to be visited by a whole team of ne'er-do-wells. You would have been surprised, but given your past experiences in that town, you realized you really oughtn't have been.
A number of options popped into your panicked brain, none of which were particularly attractive. You briefly considered sneaking out of the house via the bedroom window, but you were afraid you might have broken your legs dropping down to the ground, and so quickly discarded that plan. You then considered hiding, but then realized that the burglars would probably search the rest of the house soon, and might find you anyway. The only plan that seemed reasonable to your mind in that moment was to pluck up your courage and confront the burglars, and hope that you might be able to scare them off.
You glanced down at your pajamas, a t-shirt and a pair of long, soft pants, and silently wished you were wearing something a bit more intimidating. You could have changed clothes, but the burglars might have made their way upstairs to your bedroom as you were doing so, and the last thing you wanted was for them to stumble upon you in a state of undress. Forcing the thought from your mind, you gripped your umbrella in your trembling hands, then quietly tiptoed out of your bedroom.
As you made your way down the hallway to the stairs, you were able to hear the burglars more clearly. From the noises they made, it seemed like there was one of them in your living room, one in the downstairs bathroom, and one in the kitchen, right at the bottom of the stairs. You gulped, then slowly walked down the stairs, cringing at every tiny creak of the wooden steps. The burglars didn't seem to notice, however, and so you were able to make it down to the first floor without being discovered.
The entryway to the kitchen was right next to you. You could clearly hear one of the burglars standing before your refrigerator, brazenly rummaging through it and loudly nomming on your precious foodstuffs. A flash of anger cut through the fear gripping your heart as you thought of that villain laying their grubby mitts on your groceries. Allowing that righteous fury to fill you up, you raised your umbrella, took a deep breath, then leapt through the entryway and into the kitchen. You had intended on saying something brave and heroic as you did so, but the words died on your lips as you beheld the invader.
A huge pillar of light pink was positioned before your open refrigerator, a sight so unexpected that it took your brain a moment to figure out what exactly you were looking at. As your eyes traced the shape of it, however, poring over its curves and its crannies, what had initially seemed to be an amorphous blob of pastel color gradually grew more familiar to your mind, and more anthropomorphic.
It was an ass, your sputtering brain eventually realized. It was a big, pink ass, the biggest, pinkest ass you had ever laid eyes on. That bodacious behind was composed of two enormous cheeks as big and as round as beach balls, and as soft and jiggly as gelatin. You were treated to a firsthand demonstration of that jiggliness as the set of big, babymaking hips that ass was attached to absentmindedly swayed to and fro, making those cheeks wobble on a near-constant basis. A long tail of pink, curly hair sprouted from somewhere ahead of that ass, wagging excitedly. Two long, feminine legs stood beneath the colossal keister, each one boasting a pillowy thigh as thick as the trunk of a young tree, a shapely calf, and a bare foot with five plump, wriggling toes.
As these observations slowly filtered into your brain, your anger gradually subsided, as did your fear, making way for much different emotions. Your cheeks reddened as you realized that you were staring upon the body of a mare, a mare bent forward at the waist, her top half obscured behind her astonishing ass. Your cheeks reddened further as you realized that the mare did not seem to be wearing a scrap of clothing on any inch of her soft, pink body. The sheer volume of her chubby cheeks prevented you from seeing what lay between them, but you were reasonably confident that, were you to do so, you would see nothing but yet more alluring, pink flesh.
For a few moments, you merely stood there, mesmerized by those meaty mountains. You could almost feel the blood emptying out of your brain as you stared, rushing off to the place your body had decided it was needed more. If nothing else had happened, you might have continued standing there for a while, but eventually, as you pored over that ass, your eyes fell on the twin images of the blue and yellow balloons emblazoned on either side of it.
Your eyes went wide with recognition, then slowly furrowed in anger. Your jaw clenched, your grip on your umbrella tightened, and all of those pleasant feelings that had been creeping into your mind suddenly vanished.
"Pinkie Pie," you growled.
The ass before you suddenly perked up, seemingly having caught notice of you. This was confirmed when the mare attached to that ass slowly raised her head up over the crest of those cheeks, turning to look back at you. If the cutie mark hadn't been enough to identify that annoying little mare, the sight of that thick, poofy mane and those big, blue eyes of hers would have been more than enough. Ignoring her personality, she was actually pretty cute, what with her boopable little snoot and that mouth that was built for smiling. In that moment, however, that effect was somewhat offset by the mustard slathered over that snoot and the pilfered snacks that filled that mouth so fully that her cheeks were bloated like a chipmunk's.
A moment of silence passed, you glaring expectantly at the little exhibitionist thief before you like an angry parent. Meanwhile she stared back at you like the kid with their hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar, although based on the crumbs on her chin, she had probably had her hand in the literal cookie jar as well.
Pinkie Pie attempted to say something, but with her mouth so full, all you heard was muffled noise.
"Pinkie Pie!" you bellowed. "You have exactly five seconds to explain what you're doing in my house, eating my food, and...and being naked!"
Pinkie Pie hastily attempted to swallow, struggling to get the cheek-bulging load of food down her throat. It looked for a second as if it might have been too much for her, but eventually, she managed to force it down her throat, which swelled briefly in a cartoonish fashion as the food made its way down her bottomless gullet. With her mouth clear, she looked at you and smiled that big, toothy smile of hers.
"Fun!" she declared.
You blinked in confusion. "What?" you said.
"Fun!" Pinkie repeated, wiggling her ass excitedly. "Fun! Fun!"
"Pinkie," you said, "what in Equestria are you—"
"Hey!" said Pinkie, cutting you off. "You're Nonny! You're Nonny, aren't you?"
This threw you off. You knew Pinkie to be a scatterbrain, but not so much as to forget the faces of her neighbors; she was quite good at remembering stuff like that, in fact.
"For the thousandth time," you said, "it's Anon, not Nonny!"
"Nonny!" exclaimed Pinkie, her smile widening. "Nonny! Fun! Fun, Nonny! You're fun, right? Right? She said you'd be fun! She said you'd be fun to play with! We came right over to find out, and she was right! It's so fun here! You have so many fun, yummy things to eat! Fun!" With that, Pinkie turned back to the fridge and began gorging herself on its contents once again.
Meanwhile, you stood there behind her, trying to make sense of her babbling. Pinkie was never the most comprehensible mare, but this behavior was abnormally ridiculous, even for her.
"Wha...'we'?" you said. "Who is 'we'? Who else is here, and how did you get in my house?" Pinkie either couldn't hear you over the sound of her own chewing, or didn't care to answer. "Pinkie!"
When Pinkie again ignored you, you angrily looked away, taking in your surroundings for the first time since entering the kitchen. The place was a mess, with cupboards and drawers thrown open everywhere, and various food items haphazardly scattered over the counters and the floor. Evidently, Pinkie had sampled quite a bit of your food before settling on that in your fridge.
Lastly, your eyes fell upon your back door, a pretty little stable door that led from the kitchen to the street behind the house. The top half of the door had been thrown back, leaving more than enough room for even a voluptuous mare like Pinkie to have bounded through. The door hadn't been locked. No one in Ponyville locked their doors, after all; it was just that kind of town. That being said, you would probably be investing in some significant home security after that day.
Grumbling angrily, you then looked to the nearby living room, where you could still hear the sounds of one of the other trespassers. Specifically, you heard the sound of rhythmically creaking wood, and heard occasional exclamations of "fun" from a feminine voice. Thinking that whoever had joined Pinkie in her latest act of hooliganism would probably be easier to get an answer out of, you forced Pinkie out of your mind for the moment and quickly stomped out of the kitchen.
"Hey!" you cried out as you approached the living room. "Whoever's in there, you better have a pretty good explanation for..." You fell silent as you stepped into the room and looked upon the other intruder.
She was a mare; that much you were certain of, for her complete and utter lack of clothing made that immediately apparent. You were hesitant to draw any further conclusions, however, for you suddenly found yourself doubting your senses. The reason for this was that the mare currently jumping up and down on your living room couch, smiling widely, looked exactly the same as the mare you had left behind in the kitchen. She had the same mane, the same face, the same tail, and the same cutie mark on both of her great, jiggling ass cheeks.
Of course, there were some features she possessed that you had not gotten a chance to see on the mare in the kitchen. The most immediately noticeable of these were the two massive breasts that hung from her chest, each one as large as a prize-wining watermelon and as inexplicably perky as the mare herself. Each of those jaw-dropping jugs boasted a fittingly large nipple with a wide areola and a tantalizingly thick nub. As she bounced up and down, those magnificent mammaries bounced along with her, jiggling and jostling together in a display of shameless eroticism that was difficult to look away from. You did eventually manage to tear your eyes away and look down at her bare belly which, while plush enough to have made for a comfortable pillow, was not large enough to detract from her feminine allure. Looking even further down, your eyes fell upon the two plump lips of her little pink pussy, which was as smooth as a baby's bottom.
The sight of that brazen mare left you temporarily speechless, and you once again felt a stirring in your loins. The combination of shock, anger, confusion, and rising lust proved too much for your brain to process, and so you instinctively backed out of the living room, out of sight of her. As you tried to make sense of what you had seen, you tentatively poked your head back into the kitchen. There, you saw Pinkie Pie, still naked, still standing in front of your fridge, still gorging herself. You then looked back into the living room, where the mare who could not have been anyone but Pinkie Pie still bounced excitedly on your couch. You went back and forth a few more times before the reality began to sink in.
"Wha...What?" you sputtered. As you stepped back into the living room, your confused frustration overwhelmed you. "Would someone tell me what in Equestria is going on here!"
The Pinkie on the couch, who had been chanting "fun" in time with her bounces, looked over at you. "Fun!" she exclaimed. "Fun, Nonny! Fun, fun, fun! You wanna have fun! Come have fun with me!"
"No!" you said, your confusion giving way to anger. "Tell me what's going on! Why are there two of you?"
"Not just two!" said Pinkie in a singsong voice.
At your confused look, Pinkie pointed a finger towards the window nearby. You looked over at the window, then cautiously advanced towards it. You peered through the glass, looking out at the streets of Ponyville that lay beyond it, and felt your heart skip a beat.
"Sweet Celestia," you said, your eyes widening.
Pinkies. Pinkies everywhere. There were dozens of them, maybe hundreds of them, every one as curvy, as naked, and as off-the-walls crazy as the two mares in your house. They were leaping across the roofs, cartwheeling through the streets, rolling in the grass, and doing a hundred other things too varied and numerous to count. It was quite surreal to behold; it was as if Ponyville had been drowned in tidal wave of pink.
The Pinkies were not the only ponies you saw, however. You also saw your fellow citizens running about outside, most of them angrily shouting and/or chasing the Pinkies. Despite their best efforts to protect their homes, the Pinkies were wreaking havoc on the town, trampling flowerbeds, running in and out of people's homes, and devouring any goodies in sight, all while ignoring the basic rules of public decency.
You eventually stepped back from the window, still struggling to process what you had seen. As you turned and looked around the room, you surveyed the damage the Pinkies had done to it, the damage you had been a bit too distracted to notice earlier. Aside from the couch, the Pinkies had evidently been playing with your knickknacks, which lay scattered or broken on the floor. Your houseplants had been knocked over, and your paintings had been knocked off of the wall. Multiple sets of dirty footprints ran across your nice carpeting, along the walls and, perplexingly, on the ceiling as well.
Rage crept back into your heart as you saw what a mess the Pinkies had made of your beautiful home. You didn't know what was happening, or even why, but you weren't about to sit idly by and let Pinkie Pie ruin yet another lovely afternoon for you.
"Alright, that's it!" you said, looking back to the bouncing Pinkie. "I want you out of my house right now! All of you!"
Pinkie Pie did not acknowledge you, merely giggling and whooping to herself as she continued to bounce.
"I mean it!" you said. "All three of you! There's another one, right? Where is she?"
Without waiting for an answer, you followed the sounds of giggling and exclamations of "fun" to the downstairs bathroom, stomping your way inside. After what you had seen, the effect of seeing yet another naked Pinkie Pie in your bathroom was not staggering, although seeing what that busty pink mare was up to made you take pause. She was standing in the bathtub, which had been filled with water from the still-flowing faucet. An enormous mountain of soap bubbles rose up from the surface of the water, nearly engulfing Pinkie, who happily played, splashed, and giggled to herself. The scent of lavender was strong in the air.
"No," you said softly as you noticed this last detail. Your eyes widened as you looked down at the floor, staring in horror at the empty bottle of expensive lavender bubble bath you had gotten for your birthday. "No!" You fell to your knees, cradling the bottle in your hands and mourning its loss.
As the uncaring Pinkie continued to frolic in the tub, your fury returned, stronger than ever. Rising to your feet, you glared at the mare, who had fashioned herself a massive bubble-beard from the suds. "Alright!" you growled as you advanced on the tub. "Party's over! You're coming with me!"
You quickly turned off the faucet, then made a grab for Pinkie's arm, intending to drag her out of the tub. She proved too quick for you, however, and easily dodged your grab. You made several more attempts to grapple her, each one ending in failure, as Pinkie continued to dodge you with impressive speed and agility, all while taunting you with exclamations of "fun". As your anger grew, you made a particularly aggressive lunge, which nearly resulted in you toppling into the water. You managed to save yourself, but Pinkie took advantage of the opportunity to leap out of the tub and get behind you.
"Too slow, Nonny!" she said as she bounded out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of bubbles in her wake.
Growling angrily, you rose to your feet and gave chase. You followed the sudsy Pinkie back into the living room, where she had joined her counterpart in jumping on the couch. "Come here, you two!" you said as you stormed up to the couch. You attempted to grab the Pinkies, but they both managed to dodge you, giggling as if it were a game.
The Pinkies quickly jumped off of the couch and onto the floor. "Gotta catch us, Nonny!" the two said in unison as they ran off.
What followed was a frustrating, exhausting, and ultimately futile attempt to capture and remove the Pinkies from your home. You chased them throughout the house, through every room, your patience running thinner with every passing moment. The Pinkies, on the other hand, seemed to be having a whale of a time, giggling, making silly faces at you, and repeatedly exclaiming "fun" as they continued to make a mess of your house.
Eventually, you were forced to take a break, for your energy was not nearly as limitless as that of the Pinkies seemed to be. You paused your pursuit in the kitchen, slowing to a stop and taking a moment to catch your breath. As you did so, you noticed the first Pinkie you had seen, who was still standing in front of your fridge, shoveling what little remained of your food into her mouth.
Grunting angrily, you advanced on the unsuspecting Pinkie, thinking that she might be too distracted to avoid capture. You were proved somewhat correct when you managed to reach out and grab her big, fluffy tail with both hands. Relishing your small victory, you immediately gave that tail a great heave, trying to pull her away from the fridge. Your brief surge of confidence was quickly ended when your efforts failed to shift that titanic tushie even an inch. You made several more attempts to yank her away, all in vain. You were no weakling, but that plump little mare was as sturdy and unmovable as a boulder.
Your repeated failures only inflamed you further, as did Pinkie's refusal to even acknowledge you. That gluttonous little food-slut continued to stuff her face, muttering "fun" in between mouthfuls. Meanwhile, the other two Pinkies continued to run and jump about, their own excited exclamations adding to the chaotic atmosphere. It did not take long for those three little annoyances to push you to your breaking point, their current antics, built on the foundation of a long history dealing with Pinkie, soon proving to much for you to handle.
Giving in to your frustration, you decided to vent all of your bottled-up rage on the most convenient target available. "Pinkie!" you shouted as you grabbed Pinkie's tail with one hand and yanked it high in the air. "Get your fat ass out of here!" You raised your free hand high in the air, and with one swift motion, placed a hard, open-palmed slap on one of Pinkie's unprotected ass cheeks.
The resulting crack of flesh-on-flesh sounded out like a thunderclap, seeming to hang in the air for several seconds. At the same time, Pinkie let out a short squeal, which was loud even muffled by the food in her mouth. She started slightly, but other than that, did not move. Her ass, however, was a different story; those twin oceans of jiggly, pink flesh rippled with immense tidal waves strong enough to have destroyed a small coastal town.
You stood there silently for a short while, breathing heavily as you watched that ass slowly settle back down again. Your fury quickly receded, enough that you were able to take notice of your surroundings. Specifically, you noticed the distinct lack of noise in the kitchen, barring the lingering echoes of your powerful spank. Slowly, you turned your head and looked behind you, and saw the other two Pinkies frozen mid-stride, both of them staring wide-eyed at you and the Pinkie at the fridge. You looked back at Pinkie, specifically at her ass, and saw the big, red handprint that now decorated that expanse of light pink.
Your own cheeks quickly turned a similar shade of red as you realized what you had just done, and realized that you might have taken things a bit too far in your rage. You hastily released Pinkie's tail and stepped back from her. "Uh...Pinkie, I..." you began. "I didn't mean to...I mean I—"
"Nonny," growled Pinkie in a slow, intense tone.
You gulped.
Slowly, Pinkie Pie stood up straight, then turned to face you. You had an apology ready, but it was quickly forgotten as you looked upon her face. You had expected to see her steaming with rage at having her body so fiercely and so lewdly assaulted. While her expression was certainly as intense as you had anticipated, the passion those beautiful features exuded was of a much different sort than that of anger.
"If you wanted to have that kind of fun, Nonny," said Pinkie, batting her eyelashes and smiling widely, "you should have just said so." Pinkie slowly walked towards you, her hips swaying and her plump flesh jiggling noticeably.
You instinctively backed away, your heart pounding in your chest. "P-Pinkie, I...I'm sorry about that," you began, "but I..." You fell silent as you felt two pairs of hands placed on you, and felt two soft, warm bodies press up against your back.
"Don't forget about us, Nonny," cooed a sultry voice in your right ear.
"Yeah!" said a voice in your left. "We want to have fun with you too!"
You quickly jerked away and spun around, and suddenly found yourself staring down all three Pinkies. The other two Pinkies now wore expressions just as enthusiastic as the first, but you could clearly see that enthusiasm was for activities other than jumping on couches and playing with bubbles. All three Pinkies slowly approached you.
"Uh...Pinkie, er...Pinkies?" you said as you slowly backed out of the kitchen. "I, uh...suddenly remembered I have a...dentist appointment this afternoon, so, uh...rain check!"
You turned and bolted away, making for the front door of your house. You made it about five steps before you felt three pairs of strong hands grab onto you and hold you in place. A second later, you found yourself surrounded on all sides by three curvaceous mares with smiles on their faces and lust in their hearts.
"Aww, what's the rush?" said one of the Pinkies.
"Yeah, you can go to the boring old dentist anytime," said another Pinkie. "We want to have fun now!"
"Lots and lots and lots of fun!" said yet another Pinkie.
You gulped. "Uh...I really don't think this a good...woah!" you said, before the Pinkies suddenly lifted you up off the floor.
The three Pinkies worked together to carry you towards the living room, giggling excitedly all the while. You protested, and attempted to wriggle out of their grasp, but those mares were much stronger than they looked. Before long, you found yourself being sat down on your couch, with the three Pinkies crowding around you. One of them straddled you and plonked her fat bottom down on your lap, while the other two sat down to either side of you, all three of them pressing themselves against you.
"C'mon, Nonny," said one Pinkie. "Play with us."
"Have fun with us," said the second.
"You know you want to," said the third.
There was a large part of your brain that was sending out warning signals, desperately trying to alert you to the troubling nature of the situation. You still had no idea what was going on, or why there were three naked Pinkie Pies in your house. For all you knew, the town could be under attack by those same creepy changelings that had attacked Canterlot recently. Or perhaps the Pinkies were some other sort of creature even more dangerous than changelings. They could be cursed, or radioactive, or a million other things! This was not the time to let your guard down.
Unfortunately, there was another part of your brain, an increasingly loud part, that didn't give a damn about any of that. Despite your issues with Pinkie Pie, even you had to acknowledge that the mare had ridiculous sex appeal, and that was when she was alone and fully clothed. Now, with three identical clones of that fat-assed, big-titted mare before you, each one as naked as the day she was born, and each one giving you the most invigorating bedroom eyes you had ever seen, the effect was nearly overwhelming. Your body had already given in to their influence, and you could feel yourself growing stiffer by the second. It was only a matter of time until your mind followed suit.
"Fun, Nonny," said one Pinkie seductively. "Don't you wanna have fun with us?"
"We want to have fun with you," said the second. "We really, really want to."
"Please," said the third, batting her eyelashes. "Please have fun with us."
Their beautiful faces were so close to yours that you could feel their warm, moist breath on your skin. All six of their bountiful breasts were squished together against your chest, and you could feel their nipples stiffening through your shirt. Their hands gently caressed you, running over your chest, your stomach, and even reaching down to get a feel of the big, throbbing bulge between your legs. The three of them nibbled and licked their lips, and they squirmed in anticipation, their needy bodies begging for attention, begging for the "fun" that they so desperately wanted you to have with them.
"Oh...fuck it," you said.
As your willpower finally crumbled, you lurched forward and pressed your lips against those of the Pinkie before you. She gasped in surprise at your sudden assault, but quickly recovered, closing her eyes and joining you in a passionate smooch. Her plush, pillowy lips were even more incredible to feel than they had been to look at, and you savored every sensual second of contact as you two eagerly mashed your lips together in an increasingly heated makeout session. Pinkie moaned softly, and when the two of you locked your mouths together and allowed your tongues to come out and play, she let loose those moans right into your mouth. The two of you battled for dominance in a passionate round of tongue-wrestling, but Pinkie's tongue was long, strong, and displayed an incredibly dexterity that allowed her to easily outmaneuver you.
Not long into your steamy kiss, you suddenly felt the touch of two more sets of lips on your face. The Pinkies to your left and right had pressed their own eager mouths to your cheeks, and were trying to force their way onto your own mouth. The three Pinkies struggled for the coveted spot, and eventually, the one you were kissing was forced off of you, and another Pinkie rushed in to snag a sloppy tongue-kiss of her own. This struggle between the three of them continued for some time, each one managing to force her way onto your lips for a time, and force her tongue into your awaiting mouth, before eventually being replaced by one of her counterparts, who began the cycle all over again.
While listening to the needy, disappointed moans of the Pinkies as they were muscled out by their twins was indescribably erotic, you couldn't help but feel sorry for the losers. What's more, the constant shifting of partners made it hard for you to keep up, and it was all you could do to defend yourself as the Pinkies took turns exploring your mouth. In a flash of inspiration, you reached up and wrapped your arms around their heads, then embraced them, pressing all four of your faces tightly together. The Pinkies moaned in unison as you all came together in a four-way kiss, four mouths locked together in a spine-tinglingly thrilling display of lust. The Pinkies eagerly embraced your solution, for now the three of them could all feel your tongue upon theirs, as well as each other's, which they seemed just as eager to taste as your own. The four-way battle ranged all over, and you had soon spent a good deal of time inside each one of their hot, wet mouths.
Your mouth wasn't the only thing that joined in on the fun, of course. Your hands eagerly explored the Pinkies' bodies, ranging from the tops of their heads to the tips of their toes. You ran your fingers through their thick, poofy manes, which you now realized smelled slightly like bubblegum. You ran your hands up and down their smooth, soft backs, reaching down past their enormous hips to their equally enormous asses. You spent a good while playing with all three of those asses, sinking your fingers deep into the doughy flesh, placing playful spanks on those jiggly cheeks, and even pinching them gently, eliciting squeals and moans of delight. You tickled their sensitive soles and their smooth underarms, relishing the giggles that filled your ears. You also, of course, spent a good while tending to their ample chests, kneading each one of those massive breasts and gently teasing each stiff, pink nipple.
The Pinkies only grew more energetic under your touch, and more aggressive. Their slow, gentle caresses soon turned to eager rubs and squeezes, the three of them evidently enjoying the feel of your body as much as you enjoyed the feel of theirs. All six of those hands eventually converged between your legs, more specifically, on the big, throbbing, aching bulge they found there. You couldn't help but moan as you felt those soft, feminine fingers fondling you through the fabric of your clothing, so tantalizingly close, and yet so frustratingly far away. It seemed the Pinkies felt the same way, for after gently squeezing and stroking your needy flesh for a short time, their hands headed northward, reaching for the waistband of your pants. It took only a moment for the three of them to slip their fingers underneath both your pants and underwear, and only a moment more for them to yank both garments halfway down your thigh with a single, climactic tug.
You let out a moan of relief as your aching flesh was freed from its cloth prison, and felt the cool air upon it. The air was not the only thing your thick, throbbing cock felt, of course, for it sprang forth with such vigor that it slapped against the belly of the Pinkie on your lap, making that soft, plush tummy jiggle slightly, and sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through you.
Upon feeling your rock-hard flesh slap against her, the Pinkie in the middle finally pulled back from the kiss, panting heavily. She looked down between your legs, then froze, her half-lidded eyes going wide. Noticing her reaction, the other Pinkies broke off from the kiss and looked down as well, the two of them reacting in a similar fashion. You saw the expressions that appeared on all three of their faces: an erotic combination of sheer awe and intense, animalistic hunger, as if the three were gazing upon the biggest, tastiest triple-decker hot fudge sundae with sprinkles and a cherry on top they had ever seen. Slowly, they looked back up at you, smiling widely in a manner that filled you with equal parts fear and arousal.
You had only a moment to take in those lusty expressions before the Pinkies were on you again, pressing their lips against yours so forcefully that your head was pushed back against the couch cushion. They wasted no time in commencing yet another steamy kiss, the three of them sending their powerful tongues into your mouth to swirl and twirl around your own.
You hardly had time to process this renewed assault, for an instant later, you were treated to a touch a thousand times more pleasurable than that of their mouths. As one, the three Pinkies reached down and took hold of your cock, squeezing you firmly, yet gently. A shiver ran up your spine and you moaned into their mouths as you felt their warm, velvety skin wrap around every inch of you: head, shaft, balls, and all. That pleasure was intense, enough to coax forth a bead of pre from your tip, but that was just the appetizer; the main course came next.
Slowly, ever-so-slowly, the Pinkies began to move. The hands wrapped around your shaft began to move up and down, pumping you with a gradually increasing pace. Those grasping your head squeezed gently, and circled their fingertips around your tip. Down below, those that had zeroed in on your balls played with them eagerly, yet delicately, feeling out every inch of them.
Altogether, the sensual stimulation was nearly overpowering, sending a great torrent of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel it slowly filling you up, reaching all the way down to you toes, all the way out to your fingertips, and all the way up to the crown of your head. Your skin tingled in the most pleasant way possible, your breaths came quick and uneven, and your masculine grunts of ecstasy filled the Pinkies' mouths.
You allowed that pleasure, that raw, sexual energy, to consume you, and to fuel your own ministrations. With renewed vigor, your hands returned to their previous exploration, although now, their activity might have been more suitably been called an assault on the acres of vulnerable, pink flesh that lay before you. Asses rippled as they received sharp spanks on their cutie marks. Hips bucked as you reached beneath them to tease moist pussy lips. Whorish moans and whimpers filled your ears as you gently pinched and twisted rock-hard nipples.
You were loving it, and from what you could tell, they were loving it too. With every passing second, their passion seemed to grow, feeding off of your own arousal in a positive feedback loop of lust. Their tongues eagerly grappled with yours, each Pinkie trying to pull you over to her side of the kiss. They pressed their bodies closer and closer to yours, reflexively twitching and bucking against you. Their hands continued to pump and twist and squeeze and swirl, treating your cock to a full spectrum of tactile stimulation.
With every second, they moved faster. With every second, they squeezed tighter. With every second, they found some new height of ecstasy to push you to. And with every second, those waves of ecstasy that slammed into you grew closer together, until they were a single continuous flood. You felt your resistance crumbling under that flood, felt your endurance quickly running out. The end was in sight, and you were perfectly happy to let them carry you over it.
You tried to warn them. You tried to let them know of the impending eruption, but with your mouth full of moans and three big tongues, you might as well have been mute. Fortunately, Pinkie had always had a strange sense of when things were about to happen, and her duplicates turned out to be no different. As they continued to pump and squeeze you, all three Pinkies suddenly felt their tails twitch, their toes wriggle, and their asses clench tightly. They opened their eyes and looked at each other as they continued to tongue-wrestle with you. A silent signal passed between them, and as one, the three suddenly broke the kiss with a loud, wet pop , three thin strands of saliva connecting their mouths to yours as they pulled back.
Your tongue continued to lap at empty air for a moment, but when you realized what had happened, you cracked your eyes to see what they were doing. In a stunning display of coordination, as if they had rehearsed it, the three Pinkies slid down and off of the couch, all while maintaining their now-rapid pumping and firm squeezing. They knelt on the floor before you, spreading your legs wide to allow easy access to you. They crowded in close together, shoulder-to-shoulder, with their asses smooshed together and all three of their beautiful little faces lined up just a few short inches away from your tip.
"Almost there," said one Pinkie in a breathy voice.
"This is the funnest part," said another Pinkie. "I can't wait!"
"C'mon, Nonny!" said the third. "Give us all you got! Don't hold back!"
With that, the three angled your cock so that it was pointed directly at their faces. They closed their eyes, opened their mouths wide, and stuck out their long, slick tongues. They squeezed your balls delightfully hard, and pumped your quivering cock so fast that their hands were a pink blur.
You couldn't take it. You couldn't hold back any longer. The spine-tingling pleasure...the sound of their bubbly voices egging you on...and the sight of their jiggling tits and eager faces arrayed before you...it was all just too much. You had to give in. You had to give those annoying, sexy, and annoyingly sexy mares exactly what they wanted. And that is exactly what you did.
A loud, masculine scream of ecstasy flowed from your lips as you were thrown headlong into your long-awaited climax. Your muscles clenched, your hips bucked, and within the Pinkies' firm squeeze, your aching balls released the flood of hot, sticky spunk they had been churning up, sending it careening up the length of your shaft to erupt from your tip like a volcano. You sent your first burst hurtling straight towards the open mouth of the Pinkie before you, immediately following it up with a second, and then a third, and so on. Every clench, every throb of your cock sent another burst spewing towards the Pinkies' faces, and sent another surge of carnal ecstasy coursing through you.
All the while, the Pinkies continued to pump you, and continued to lovingly squeeze your balls, skillfully miking you of every drop of virile seed you had in you. Each one of them fought to angle you in their direction, fought to ensure that she would get to have your next burst all to herself. The end result was that, as they jerked you to and fro, only a fraction of your prodigious load made it into their mouths, with most of it splattering onto their noses, their cheeks, and their foreheads as well, painting those pretty pink canvasses white. They didn't seem to mind it; all three of them moaned and whimpered in delight as they felt you cover their faces and fill their mouths with your thick baby batter.
As much as you would have liked to have given them all they wanted, and as much as they surely would have liked that, you were but a mortal, and had your limits, limits which you were eventually forced to confront. After enduring what felt like hours of mind-melting, toe-curling ecstasy, your weary body was finally forced to the limit of its endurance. With one final thrust of your hips, and one final clench, you sent one last fat spurt of spunk shooting into one of the Pinkie's mouths, then allowed yourself to fall back down onto the couch, lying there as limp as a rag doll and panting heavily. Stars filled your eyes as the stormy sea of pleasure that had been raging in your mind a moment earlier began to calm, making way for the warm, soothing waves of afterglow that washed over you.
The Pinkies, thankfully, were no longer threatening to rip your cock off with their lightning-fast jerking. While they still clutched your now-tender flesh, their grasps were soft and loving, giving you the gentlest of squeezes and the lightest of strokes, which made you quiver and gasp in response. You watched them through hazy eyes as you recovered, watched them swirl their shares of your load around in their mouths, savoring it as if it were a sweet dessert, before finally swallowing it down with audible gulps. Realizing that there was plenty more to be had on each other's faces, the three soon came together to help clean each other up. They pressed their faces together and allowed their long tongues to wander over each other's soiled skin, greedily lapping up every drop of seed they could find. As the supply grew scarcer, they began to playfully fight over it, sharing sloppy kisses as they tried to steal mouthfuls of the sticky goodness from each other. This messy eating only resulted in much of the bounty being lost, trickles of cum and saliva dribbling down their chins and falling down onto their breasts, giving that great, pink mountain range a snowcap of off-white.
As post-coital clarity gradually came upon you, your earlier concerns regarding the Pinkies slowly filtered back into your mind. You still didn't know what was going on, who the Pinkies really were, or why they were swarming over Ponyville. The far-off, muffled noises of the chaos in the streets were concerning, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to panic; the calming bliss of your afterglow was too strong. You lazily pushed all of that out of your mind for the time being, resolving to get back to it after the three giggly, pink mares before you had finished giving each other tongue baths. They weren't making quick progress, but you didn't mind; you were in no rush whatsoever.
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...
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.
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.
