Pinkie Pie Sucks A Hundred Dicks

by darf

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Romance, Sex, Pinkie Pie
Length: 13470

Just what it says in the title... with an unexpected twist!

Pinkie Pie has a idea for a 'party' that can make a lot of ponies happy; her most ever! But, as the event goes on, things don't go quite as planned, and Pinkie finds herself wondering what she's gotten herself into...

Edited by Jake the Army Guy
Probably partially inspired by/dedicated to Bronystories in some way or another.
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Published 2013-03-16 20:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-16 20:50:01 UTC

No, Really. One Hundred.

The line was almost around the block when Pinkie showed up. She strolled right past a throng of stallions, all with numbers around their necks, and every one of them stared at her as she walked by.

She smiled at them and gave a big wave before she ducked inside, making sure the door closed behind herself as she disappeared.

Pinkie’s face was bright and smiling as she surveyed the bakery interior.

Sugar Cube corner had been renovated. All the furnishings and decorations had been cleared out to leave a giant, empty-looking area in the main waiting room. The counter was still there, mostly because it was built in, but the area behind it had been cleared out too, to make room for a big cork-board. There were already a whole host of things stuck to it; the numbers one to one hundred on the left hand side under the label ‘Waiting’, and on the right hand side, an empty section labelled ‘Finished’.

Pinkie beamed.

She wasn’t alone in the sweet-shoppe. Applejack and Rainbow Dash were both there, both of them leaning against the corkboard with their eyes half closed. Applejack pulled herself from her resting position and onto all fours. She walked over to Pinkie and tugged slightly at the brim of her hat.

“Y’all ready, Pinkie? Crowd’s been gettin’ antsy waitin’ for ya’.”

Pinkie Pie nodded enthusiastically.

“Sure am! I’ve been looking forward to this aaaaaaaaaaaaall week!”

Applejack turned her eyes in a half roll, but nodded to Pinkie and made her way to the door. Rainbow Dash seemed to find the energy to pull herself from the wall as well, and she stepped around the counter to Pinkie’s side. She put a hoof on Pinkie’s shoulder as Applejack pressed her face to the door’s peephole, taking in full sight of the line waiting outside.

“You sure about this, Pinkie? I know you like making other ponies happy, but this seems like a bit much, even for you.”

Pinkie shook her head, unable to displace the smile that came with her wherever she went.

“I’m super duper sure! I said I was gonna break my record for most ponies happy in a day, and by gum, I’m gonna do it!”

Applejack pulled her eye away from the peephole and readied her hooves at the door-handle.

“Making folks happy is one thing, Pinkie,” she said as she began to turn the handle, “but this is a little... odd.”

Now it was Pinkie’s turn to roll her eyes, which she did with gusto. She blew a breath of air through her nose with a disdainful sounding pfft.

“Come on, Applejack. It’s not a big deal. Everypony knows that there’s nothing that makes colts happier than getting to put their fun-stick in a mare’s party place!”

Rainbow Dash made a gagging face in Applejack’s direction behind Pinkie Pie’s back, and Applejack rolled her eyes back at it.

“Fair enough, Pinkie... but why do you have... y’know...”

“Swallow it all?” Rainbow Dash finished, evidently more comfortable with the particulars of description than Applejack was. Sure enough, a hint of pink emerged on Applejack’s cheeks a second after Dash’s interruption.

“Well,” Pinkie said, her tone exaggerated, as though she was explaining the simplest thing in the world, “that’s just so it’ll be more fun! Besides, I can’t let everypony shoot their stuff inside, or I’d wind up preggo in the eggo.”

“The what now?” Applejack asked. Rainbow Dash shook her head behind Pinkie’s back, trying to give the signal that regardless of the answer, the question itself wasn’t worth it.

“Nevermind,” Applejack said, and returned her attention to the door, which she threw open with a sort of finality.

“Alright everypony, come on in. Don’t make a mess on the floor or you’re gettin’ the boot right off the bat.”

The throng of onlookers with numbers around their necks murmured amongst themselves and began to make their way inside. True to Applejack’s admonitions, every one of them made sure to check their hooves before they stepped into Sugar Cube Corner. One in particular, a pudgy, almost buttery looking colt near the back of the line, scanned his hind hooves obsessively and almost toppled over as he held one of them up to check for wayward grime. Finally content with his level of cleanliness, he walked inside and found his place in the horde of quietly muttering stallions of various shapes and sizes.

As the crowd threatened to fill every inch of the cleared out room, Pinkie Pie bounced up from the center, hovering inches above the milling bodies, and held her hooves to either side of her mouth.

“Welcome everypony!” she shouted, loud enough to provoke an uncomfortable grimace from the nearby Rainbow Dash. “I’m so glad you all could make it to what’s bound to be the most fantastically super-spectacular fun for everyone time Ponyville has ever seen!”

“Or at least the guys in Ponyville, anyway,” Dash muttered under her breath. Applejack caught the aside and matched it with a smirk.

Pinkie Pie landed and walked to the side of the crowd, where she signalled AJ and Rainbow Dash with a nod. Applejack sucked in a deep breath and filled her lungs before raising her head and turning towards the crowd.

“All right you lot, listen up.” She managed to be loud without screaming, her voice commanding enough that every colt and stallion in attendance turned and looked, including the tubby one in the corner who was still worrying over his hooves. “This is how things are gonna work. There should be a hundred of you here, assumin’ ya’ all got your numbers right. In a few minutes we’re gonna get started, at which point you will conduct yourselves as court-e-ous-ly as possible to Pinkie Pie over there, who’s agreed to do somethin’ so nice for all of ya’ in the first place.”

Pinkie Pie smiled and waved to the crowd of stallions, many of whom waved back timidly.

Applejack sucked in another breath before continuing.

“When anypony finishes, Pinkie’s gonna call out your tally, at which point you’ll come up to this here board and hand in your number. You’re free to watch afterwards, and maybe even join in later if Pinkie’s feelin’ up to it, but nopony goes more than once until everyone’s had at least one turn. Understood?”

A murmur of ‘yes’s’ burbled through the crowd, the general tone sounding like a chorus of school boys being lectured by their teacher.

“Good. Now, with that all bein’ said; Pinkie, have y’all got anything else to add.”

Pinkie Pie shook her head, still smiling.

“Nopey-dopey! Just one more thing.” Pinkie turned around to the crowd of colts and grinned at them. “Just remember to have fun, everypony!” she said, and the herd of male ponies answered her with semi-enthusiastic cheers.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash shared a glance, but said nothing more than a smirk.

“Well, Pinkie, guess you’re runnin’ the show now. Good luck.”

“Who needs luck?”

Applejack smiled in spite of herself and made her way behind the counter where Rainbow Dash was already waiting. The two of them took up a spot on either side of the board and looked towards Pinkie, who was almost bouncing with enthusiasm.

“Alright boys,” she said, turning around to point her back-end squarely at the crowd. “Who wants to go first?”

Amidst the echoes of quiet murmuring and half-hearted eagerness, a sound made its way forward from the corner that was noticeably louder and more urgent sounding than anything else in the room. Pinkie turned her head to peek over her back in the direction of the sound, and Applejack and Rainbow Dash did the same.

They stared, open mouthed, as the chubby colt who had been checking his hooves touched himself in front of them, pawing awkwardly at his diminutive equipment. He closed his eyes and grunted again.

Though Dash and Applejack couldn’t see the lower part of his body from behind the counter, they could see his hips buck, and the look on everypony else’s face as his body jerked.

“Are y’all kiddin’ me?” Applejack said aloud. Half the ponies in the audience chuckled, despite the way Applejack’s brows furrowed and her face flushed.

The chubby colt came back to himself suddenly. He moved his hooves away from underneath his pudgy belly and returned to a proper four-legged position.

“S-sorry,” he said with a voice that sounded like night-time pizza and years of speech therapy.

“Do we gotta start this whole thing over again’ just ‘cause Johnny Quick-shot over here got himself all hot and bothered just from a quick peek at Pinkie’s cooter?” Applejack asked. The chubby colt covered his face with one of his hooves, his cheeks flushing quickly from Applejack’s public shaming.

“Nope!”

Pinkie’s voice rose up over the counter, followed by Pinkie. She had been out of sight to both the ponies by the board, and they watched wide-eyed as she stood, holding in her hoof a tiny cup filled with a viscous looking white liquid.

“Pinkie Sense wins again!” she said, and tilted her head back. The cup in her hand flew towards her mouth, and she caught it in both hooves, letting the sticky, not too substantial payload sail right onto her tongue. She held it out for everypony to see for a moment, then brought it inside her mouth and swallowed a second later.

“Mmm,” she said. “Not bad.” She grinned at Applejack and Rainbow Dash.

Both scorekeepers shared a shocked back-and-forth stare as the chubby pony trotted shamefully over to the counter. He removed his number from his neck and handed it to Rainbow Dash, who awkwardly lowered it into the bin behind the counter. With a similar stupification, Applejack moved the number to the other side of the board, under ‘Finished’.

“Who’s next?” Pinkie said.

She didn’t need to waggle anything anymore. The sight of her swallowing a glassful of cum had evidently been enough to perk up the interest of more than a few stallions in the crowd, and a several of them stepped forward, raising their hooves or mumbling meekly. Pinkie didn’t need them to admit it; she could see their eagerness plain as day, in varying sizes swinging underneath their stomachs, waiting for her attention.

“Now we’re talking,” she said.

Pinkie pushed her way through the few stallions that had stepped forward and found her place at the center of the crowd, turning after she reached the middle of the room and looking back towards the half-hard stallions who had volunteered themselves. She lowered herself to the ground, bending at the knees, and opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out to the side. Behind her, one or two more stallions felt a sudden rush of blood between their legs—most noticeably the section of the crowd immediately behind Pinkie, and therefore treated to a proper display of her butt and other parts of her anatomy.

One of the stallions who’d stepped forward initially did so now, walking towards Pinkie’s open mouth with more trepidation than seemed necessary, given the particulars of the situation. Pinkie only invited him forward with a nod of her head and twinkling bright eyes.

His hooves slowed as the last few inches of proximity to his stallionhood neared.

Pinkie pulled her tongue inside her mouth and smiled at him.

“Come on,” she said, “there’s no need to be nervous. Get over here so I can give that thing a good suck!”

The stallion seemed even more anxious at Pinkie’s request, but he did as directed and walked close until he was standing overtop of Pinkie, his full-strength erection at the perfect level for her mouth to meet.

Pinkie giggled to herself, and then did exactly that.

The stallion groaned as Pinkie’s lips wrapped around his cock, followed by her mouth proper, and then her throat. Pinkie bottomed out on the stallion’s shaft without batting an eyelash, and hummed loudly as she swallowed the whole of his dick. She swayed her head from side to side as she sucked, and raised one of her hooves to the stallion’s balls, which she pressed into softly, squeezing them with a feather light touch.

This was all too much for the stallion, and evidently in a fashion he hadn’t expected. His eyes widened in a sort of surprise, followed by panic as he realized how sudden and consuming Pinkie’s technique was. His mouth opened, but no warning came before his hips jerked, and the part of his cock not inside Pinkie’s mouth shivered as he blew his load. His balls clenched against Pinkie’s hoof as she massaged them, and her hum turned into a murmur of ‘mmm’ as she swallowed the four spurts of cum the stallion had in him before his cock began to go limp.

Pinkie pulled her mouth off his rapidly deflating wang with a smile.

“That’s two!” she said, and held her hoof up to the crowd.

The stallion ambled his way towards the counter, his face red at the realization that an entire crowd of ponies had watched him blow his load in less than a minute. He removed his number from his neck, and Applejack and Rainbow Dash added it to the board.

Now that one pony had been given proper attention (one and a half if the early shooter’s cumshot swallow counted), the crowd in general seemed less nervous about the arrangement they had gotten themselves into. Another stallion stepped forward almost immediately after Pinkie licked her lips to clean the traces of errant jizz from them, and she smiled at him as well.

He was considerably more well-hung than the first pony had been.

Pinkie’s eyes went wide, and she smiled even bigger as she looked up at the stallion in question.

“Oh goody, a big one! This’ll be fun.”

The stallion smiled back at Pinkie as he stood over her and offered his sizable stallionhood forward. Pinkie took a moment to appraise it, tilting her head to the side and looking over the many inches waiting for her.

“Gonna be tricky,” she said.

She dove forward without another word, and the stallion groaned in spite of himself as Pinkie’s mouth went wide and she swallowed the first half of his shaft without effort. Pinkie rested there for a moment, keeping her lips locked solidly around the stallion’s wide shaft, and she made an approving sounding ‘mhm’ noise before she squinted her eyes and tried to move further forward.

The stallion craned his head to look underneath his own stomach as he felt the wetness of Pinkie’s tongue slathering along his shaft, moving further and further down with no sign of stopping—until finally, with his eyes wide in disbelief, he felt Pinkie’s nose pressed against his crotch.

“Mhm!” Pinkie made a contented sounding noise with the stallion’s cock in the back of her throat. She let herself rest there for a second before she moved her head up and pulled off the stallion’s cock with an exaggerated ‘ahh’. His dong bobbed obscenely, now covered in a layer of Pinkie Pie’s spit.

“Pretty good, but it’ll take more than that to stump Pinkie Pie! Now c’mere...”

And with that Pinkie lowered her head again, taking the stallion’s whole shaft in one go this time. He groaned above her, shutting his eyes and bracing himself on wobbly legs as he felt the head of his prick bump against the back of Pinkie’s throat. He’d never had a mare who could take him all the way inside before, and Pinkie had just swallowed the entire length of his dick with ease. And, she was lapping at the base of his cock with her tongue, tracing her saliva all over his cock and nuzzling his crotch with her face.

Suddenly, he felt remarkably less self assured.

Pinkie pressed her cheeks together and bobbed her head back and forth in short two or three inch movements.

The stallion lasted all of another minute before his legs threatened to buckle.

“Cumming,” he managed to get out, more of a courtesy than either of the ponies before him had given. Just as he let the word fall from his lips, he did exactly that, and sprayed a torrent of hot, sticky cum right down Pinkie’s throat and into her waiting stomach. Pinkie closed her eyes and moaned as she felt the viscous fluid trickle down her esophagus, and waited until she was sure the last drop was gone before she pulled her mouth off the stallion’s considerable girth with a pop as his still half-hard shaft sprung free.

“Wow, that was lots! That musta felt really good.” Pinkie looked up at the stallion and giggled as his empty looking eyes told her she was right. The stallion started his walk to the counter, and almost immediately, another one took his place. “Three!” Pinkie shouted above the crowd.

Pinkie eyed the average looking cock bobbing in front of her, then spared a glance to the rest of the room. Most of the ponies were patiently waiting their turn, but some had taken to stroking themselves, even standing on their hind-legs to make manipulation of their members easier with just their hooves. Almost every one of them was hard, and Pinkie knew there were more waiting behind the ones she could see.

Pinkie reached a hoof forward and placed it at the base of her next partner’s dong, pressing into his pelvis and feeling the hardness of his cock against her touch. As she did so, she raised herself up, arching her back and spreading her hind-legs to give a good show of her ass and pussy to whomever was standing behind her. She waggled her butt in the air seductively and gestured towards herself with her free hoof, beckoning over another pony from the waiting crowd.

“Come on guys, don’t be shy. There’s plenty of Pinkie Pie to go around.” She wiggled her hips again for emphasis, and heard a small chorus of groans behind her. She knew she was at least a little wet, which must have made her puffy set of lips quite the sight to the horny colts behind her.

As if on cue, a pony stepped forward to Pinkie’s left, and she smiled at him as he walked closer, his dong dangling obscenely below his body. Pinkie Pie gestured again with her hoof, and the stallion stepped closer, finding a place next to the colt who was already bucking softly into the noncommittal caress of Pinkie’s hoof.

“Two at once is no problem,” Pinkie said, placing her hoof on the new arrival’s unit, “but there’s still somewhere else that’d be fun to play.” Pinkie shook her ass again, and smiled with a delighted gleam in her eyes as she heard a set of hooves clop across the storeroom floor, presumably in her direction.

She giggled when she felt a touch on her rump. Two hooves squeezed at her butt-cheeks, pressing them together like a set of soft squishy pillows. Pinkie giggled at the attention and rubbed herself back against the stallion’s touch, grinding her butt against his hooves.

“Hey, feel free to enjoy the view, but remember you’re in line in front of ninety-four other ponies, so don’t leave me hangin’!”

Pinkie didn’t wait for the stallion to begin—she had two cocks in front of her, and the one she had touched first was leaking noticeably, dripping a steady stream of precum from its head and spattering the floor with the clear liquid. Pinkie went for that one first.

She didn’t dive down and bottom out instantly though. She lapped at the head dripping with pre like it was a lollipop, slurping and lapping around the bottom of the engorged tip, drinking up as much of the stallion’s musky taste as she could. Pinkie allowed herself one or two quick bobs of her head on the stallion’s shaft, making the first half of his cock slick with her saliva, before she turned her attentions to the other, equally stiff rod waiting at her left side.

It was then that she felt the set of hooves on her butt move up to her back, and the poking of something hard and hot against her backside.

She giggled again as the thing prodded at her, jabbing her ass-cheeks and thighs but missing its target completely.

“Here, let me help,” she said. She removed her right hoof from the drooling cock in front of her and reached behind her legs, stretching extra hard to give herself enough reach to feel the head of the cock no doubt aching to make its way into her pink, well-lubed pussy. Pinkie licked her lips approvingly as she felt the swollen tip, and pressed it downward, guiding it over her labia and poising it at her entrance proper.

“There you go,” she said. “Go on and push.”

The stallion braced himself on Pinkie’s back and slid forward in one movement. His legs shook as Pinkie’s folds enveloped him, wet and hot and tight and with lips that were big enough to wrap around his shaft and squeeze him like the tightness of Pinkie’s mouth, but even more so.

Pinkie moaned softly as she felt the stallion slide inside, and wiggled herself on his cock as he finally bottomed out.

“Just remember to pull out before you’re done, okay? You’ve gotta make a mess in my mouth, or it won’t count!”

Pinkie left the stallion to his devices without waiting for a response, knowing that anyone in his situation would follow direction by virtue of being allowed to participate in the party in the first place. Pinkie turned her attention to the cock on her left this time, feeling bad for leaving it alone for so long. She started with a press of her mouth against the base of the poor neglected stallion’s shaft, kissing and sucking at the skin at the bottom of his dick before sliding her mouth down onto his balls. They were hot, and heavy, and tight against the stallion’s body as Pinkie took them into her mouth. She parted her lips wide to fit both of the stallion’s testicles on her tongue, though she couldn’t take the full extent of his sack inside. She contented herself with sucking softly on his balls, murmuring nonsense noises as the stallion above her answered in kind, much louder and gruffer.

As Pinkie sucked, she felt the stallion inside her pull out and slam back in almost in the same motion, eager and desperate and apparently in love with the tightness of Pinkie’s pussy. Pinkie shook a little bit as the motion rocked her, and let out a tiny, girlish grunt, but kept her posture, lapping with her tongue at the big, swollen nuts in her mouth. She licked around them a few more times before moving her attention up and swallowing the stallion’s cock in a single movement of her head. The shaft inside her pussy began to move again, and this time made no pause as it finished its thrust, picking up a rhythm as the stallion slammed into Pinkie over and over, making a soft slap as his crotch hit her squishy butt.

Pinkie Pie moaned onto the cock in her mouth as she bobbed her head. She let herself enjoy the taste of the stallion’s prick for a minute or two before pulling off. A long strand of saliva joined her tongue with the head of the stallion’s cock, but it broke as Pinkie turned her head and returned her mouth to the dong on her right, still drooling pre into what was fast becoming a sizable puddle on the floor.

Pinkie started bouncing her head on the stallion’s cock, but only got a few muffled ‘mhm’s into her sucking before she felt him twitch in her mouth, and cum, just like that. Pinkie closed her eyes and savoured the taste, and volume, of his cum as it slid down her throat. There was a lot, more than anypony before had given, and Pinkie gulped it down like a hot, tangy milkshake, the spurts shaking on her tongue as her body rocked each time the cock pounding her from behind bottomed out. After what felt like a week’s worth of jizz, the stallion’s balls were finally empty, and Pinkie withdrew her mouth. A single strand of white, sticky goo hung off her lips and dripped onto the floor.

“Delicious!”

“Pinkie, I’m gonna...”

The voice came from just behind, and it shook with the movement of the thrusts slamming into her. Pinkie moved quickly—she pulled herself forward in one motion, letting the stallion slide out of her, and spun around just as fast, replacing the hot velvet caress of her marehood with her mouth. The stallion groaned and came immediately, emptying himself into Pinkie’s mouth. Pinkie bobbed her head approvingly with each twitch of his cock. When he finished, she allowed herself an extra lick along the stallion’s shaft, tasting herself on his dick.

The stallion’s legs shook as his climax subsided, and he righted his posture as the last drip came from his head, pulling his floppy dick out of Pinkie’s mouth and leaving her with a cum covered smile.

“Four and five!” Pinkie shouted as both stallions made their way to the counter. Pinkie swivelled back to the cock and set of ready-to-milk balls she had left waiting, and arched her back again as she readied to take the cock into her throat again.

“Come on everypony! I’m not gonna get to a hundred if everyone’s just standing around waiting.”

A sudden clamber of hooves came, for the first time some contest among the waiting participants. Seeing Pinkie Pie get fucked seemed to be the trigger to provoke their interest, reminding them that Pinkie had a hole to fill that let them be in control of their movement. A stallion could probably be declared crazy if he didn’t want to prop himself up on Pinkie’s well-shaped butt and pound until he was ready to burst and coat Pinkie’s insides—mouth or otherwise—in his jizz.

Pinkie cooed as she felt a stallion mount her unannounced and slide inside her pussy with a far more practiced motion than the one she’d let pound her moments ago. This stallion also felt bigger, and Pinkie wiggled her hips approvingly at him as he bottomed out, the head of his cock prodding further inside Pinkie’s hole than she was expecting.

“Mmmm, that’s really good... you feel free to stick around for a bit, okay?” Pinkie winked at the stallion atop her back before she lowered her lips back onto the slickened shaft waiting for her. Two more colts approached as she was mid-suck, and she nodded to them with her mouth full of dick, letting them know she’d be with them as soon as she was finished.

Whether out of obligation, or simply giving into Pinkie’s oral attentions, the stallion in Pinkie’s mouth grunted and bucked his hips.

“C-cum—” he managed before the throes of his pleasure overtook his ability to speak, and his cockhead jerked and spewed his jizz onto the roof of Pinkie’s mouth. Pinkie swallowed it with an extra loud moan, focusing on the tingle running through her body as the stallion behind her kept pounding her in just the right place.

“Six!” Pinkie said, a healthy amount of cum dribbling out of her mouth. She was too preoccupied to swallow all of it, and she didn’t have time to lick the remainder off before another cock presented itself. She dove in without ceremony, gulping and moaning onto the shaft of yet another colt.

To her dismay, the stallion behind her, while impressive in size and technique, was not possessed of a herculean stamina. To Pinkie’s surprise, however, he did have the courtesy to pull himself out after a particularly hard thrust and make his way to Pinkie’s side, where she immediately gave him her full attention, devouring the wetness of her own pussy off his cock and lamenting the sudden feeling of emptiness that she tried to push to the back of her head.

The stallion placed his hoof on the back of Pinkie’s head and pressed her down as he came, and Pinkie happily obliged his insistence, letting her face be held there as her mouth filled with sperm.

The stallion relented as his balls emptied, and Pinkie swallowed once—twice—three times to get all the cum down her throat and into her tummy. Her stomach already felt warm from how much she had swallowed.

“Seven!” she said, her smile wide as she turned back to her two waiting stallions, with two more stepping forward to join the fun.

Behind the counter, Applejack and Rainbow Dash watched the event with a kind of morbid fascination. They shared glances every now and then, and took the numbers of the irrefutably awkward stallions as they tendered them for the scoreboard—but beyond that, there wasn’t much to say.

The store felt sweltering, and the heat of all the bodies and sweat and cum and other things wasn’t making the air feel any more welcoming.

“Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” Applejack asked. She pulled her hat from her head and began wafting it towards her face, trying to eke some kind of coolness out of the air to allay the sweat forming on her forehead.

“No,” Rainbow Dash said, “it’s pretty hot.”

“Eight, nine and ten!” Pinkie shouted from the middle of the crowd. Three stallions made their way to the counter, and Applejack marked them on the board.

“Though, you think you might just be getting...”

“What?” Applejack turned her eyes away from the sight of Pinkie being spitroasted with two cocks on either side waiting for her attention. She looked towards Rainbow Dash, who scrunched up her face.

“Do you think you might just be getting... hot?”

“Eleven!”

“Like... how do you mean?” Applejack marked another number.

“Ugh.” Dash rolled her eyes and let out a short sigh. “You know.” She gestured towards Pinkie, who was cheerfully licking back and forth between a pair of two well-endowed stallions, and stroking a third as a pony grunted and fucked her from behind.

“Oh... I mean... I guess, a little bit. It’s kind of hard to watch and not get... y’know.” Applejack looked imploringly in Rainbow Dash’s direction and shifted a little bit. She tried not to grind her legs together.

Rainbow Dash didn’t say anything.

“Are you... do feel like you’re... I mean...”

“Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen!”

Both Applejack and Dash had to turn their heads. Pinkie was sitting on her hind legs, and her face evidenced the fact that she’d apparently had trouble catching all of the five colts she’d just numbered off. There was a more than noticeable amount of creamy white stuff on her forehead, cheeks, and nose.

Applejack coughed.

Rainbow Dash looked in Applejack’s direction and shrugged.

“Sort of. Though...”

The aforementioned quintet turned in their numbers, only to be followed by “Sixteen, seventeen!”

“Yeah?”

“I kind of... I kind of feel like I wanna go get ice cream.”

“Ice cream?” Applejack squinted.

“Eighteen to twenty!” Pinkie shouted. Applejack and Dash could hear her cough a little after she finished yelling. At least her throat wouldn’t be dry, in any case.

Now that Applejack thought about it, ice cream didn’t sound like too bad an idea.

“Yeah,” Rainbow Dash said. She spared a glance towards the throng of horny colts and Pinkie Pie. Pinkie was on her back now, propping her hind legs up and letting colts take turns fucking her from the front, trading off places every minute or so and making their way to her mouth when they were ready to nut. Several colts had been jerking themselves off so long that they weren’t able to wait, and simply offered their dicks to Pinkie to milk when it was their turn, lasting only a few head-bobs before they grunted and sprayed their jizz into Pinkie’s expert mouth.

“Twenty-one, twenty-two!” Pinkie said, slurring her ‘w’s like her tongue was coated with something.

Which, Applejack supposed, it probably was.

“Twenty-three, twenty-four!” Pinkie said after allowing herself a second to swallow. The dicks were coming as fast as she could keep up with them, and the constant rocking of her body reminded her that there were stallions still lining up to get a piece of her pussy. She was almost a quarter done—

A stallion shoved his cock towards Pinkie’s face as she was mid-thought, already cumming. Pinkie was grateful he’d had the presence of mind to keep himself nearby if he was close. She simply accepted the already spurting length of flesh and milked it with her hooves until her tongue was yet again slick with creamy white jism, which she swallowed with a satisfied smile and lick of her lips.

“Twenty-five!”

Rainbow Dash tucked the first box of numbers away under the counter and pulled out the second, empty box as the next crowd of finished participants approached the counter.

“There’s a really good soft-serve place down the street,” Rainbow Dash said, taking another number and throwing it in the box. Applejack moved another marker on the board.

“Soft-serve, huh?”

A machine spooling out spiral strands of delicious, thick white ice-cream, perfect for a hot summer day... or a summer day trapped inside a sweaty, sex-filled room, with panting and groaning and the body-heat of a hundred colts turning a sweet-shop into a sauna.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Applejack said.

“Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty—”

Pinkie’s call out vanished as another cock popped into her mouth, another one already spraying cum at full velocity. Pinkie swallowed the load and pulled the cock from her lips with a smack. “Twenty-eight,,” she finished, and winked at the colt who’d just cum in her mouth, who blushed and sidled up the nearby scoreboard.

“Did you wanna go after we’re... done?” Rainbow Dash asked, looking toward the clock on the wall, but knowing full well it would have nothing to do with when things were ‘over’.

Applejack looked at the same clock, then down to the body of eager stallions hankering for their turn in Pinkie’s party place.

“Feels like that’s gonna be a while,” Applejack said as she watched another stallion spray his load for Pinkie’s consumption, the first strand painting Pinkie’s face with a white line straight up her right cheek. Two more stallions followed in quick succession, each of them adding a spurt of their jizz to Pinkie’s developing facial.

“That’s up to thirty!” Pinkie said, and spared herself only a second to breath before she dove back onto a nearby cock. The colt pounding her grunted and pulled himself out, scrambling towards her mouth before it was too late.

Rainbow Dash sighed.

“Yeah... it looks like you might be right.”

Pinkie couldn’t tell them apart anymore. She remembered the trail of dicks up until about the tenth one, but after that, every cock seemed to blur together. All she knew was, there were dicks—there were so many of them—and every time she thought she was finished sucking one, two more appeared in its place, like some kind of horrifying porno-hydra, spraying its legendary reservoir of cum into her mouth, and onto her face, and once almost into her pussy before she noticed the twitch and pulled off, and had to scold the stallion who’d apologized, but assured her it was only because it felt so good...

Pinkie had heard that one before.

She remembered to announce when she was done taking each load, but there was less and less time between each one. Her mouth wasn’t sore yet, but her jaw was definitely tingling, and her tongue wasn’t moving with as much tenderness. She seldom had a chance to lap at the underside of one stallion’s head before he grunted and coated her mouth in cum, and then another stallion took his place, not even waiting for Pinkie to swallow the first load before he added to it. That feeling was nice; Pinkie was used to one stallion’s worth by now, so having three or four spray onto her tongue felt wonderful. Unfortunately, she hadn’t gotten a chance to appreciate a stallion’s shaft anywhere else; the second one to shove inside her had been the best, and since then everypony seemed simply content to thrust hurriedly inside her for a few minutes before pulling out and aiming for her mouth. One had shot hard enough to reach without even moving, and that had been nice, and Pinkie had giggled as the first few spurts landed on her tongue before the rest coated her chest and tummy—but it wasn’t enjoyable. She knew she was doing this to make other ponies happy, but she couldn’t help but want just a little pleasure for herself.

That was fine though. Only sixty or so to go. She could do it, and worry about enjoying herself later. Having this many ponies eager for her attention was kind of fun in its own right anyway.

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash and Applejack stood fast at their counter, leaning between various states of disinterest and agitated awareness. Applejack chewed her lip and crossed her hind legs a few times, while Rainbow Dash seemed more content to simply raise her eyebrow every now and then as she made out the sight of Pinkie being railed. Usually the pair were forced simply to stare at the gaggle of horny stallions stroking themselves and murmuring vaguely vulgar things as they waited.

And to collect the numbers.

Applejack glanced at a nearby clock as the fiftieth entrant turned in his mark.

“I can’t believe how long this is takin’,” she said to Rainbow Dash, as there wasn’t really anyone else there to listen. A few of the stallions were waiting around, likely hoping to get an extra go once Pinkie had finished her first round. Applejack admired their dedication, but she didn’t feel like the stallions horny enough to shoot off and stick around for more were likely to last too long in their own hooves.

One participant in particular was evidence of this; the pudgy colt who’d cum before even being touched was still in the shop. Out of the corner of her eye, Applejack had watched him grunt and jizz all over himself three times, each time coating his hooves and the floor underneath his pudgy belly in a new splotch of his watery looking cum. Applejack had almost yelled at him for making a mess the first time, but had realized midway to opening her mouth that there was no sense in trying to keep the place clean—she could already smell the sex and sweat and see the sticky stuff she and RD would have to clean up when Pinkie was done.

Applejack sighed.

“You gettin’ antsy again?” Rainbow Dash asked, lifting herself from the wall she had been leaning on.

“Sort of,” Applejack said, and moved another tally to the right side of the board as a stallion handed in his number.

“Fifty-six!” Pinkie shouted before her voice was replaced with the sound of sucking once again.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about that ice cream some more, actually.”

“Oh?” Rainbow Dash’s eyes perked up, and she leaned toward Applejack with an amused smirk.

“How long d’ya think it’d take us to scoot outta here and pick up a couple o’ cones?” Applejack asked.

Rainbow Dash looked at the clock, then at Pinkie in her throng of cocks.

“I bet we could dash over and back in a couple minutes,” Dash said. “But who’d keep track of the numbers? One of us needs to stay.”

Applejack sighed.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Soft-serve vanilla sounded a million times better than watching another load fired onto Pinkie’s face. Every cumshot was starting to look like a stock scene from a bad porno movie now, though Pinkie was a fair bit more enthusiastic than any porn star.

Dash looked at Applejack’s expression of sex-induced malaise and spared a glance in Pinkie’s direction as well. Despite her constant calling, Pinkie’s eyes and mind were far away on some other planet. She probably hadn’t even looked at the board in a while.

Rainbow Dash’s eyes scanned the room.

She settled on the idly occupied figure of the pudgy colt, touching himself between wheezed breaths in the corner.

“Unless...” she said to herself.

“Hey, Tubby! You awake over there?”

The colt jumped like someone had pricked his butt with a tack, and spun around with a fervor that suggested he was used to answering insults more readily than his name.

“Huh?” he said, managing even to make the simple sound of confusion feel buttery.

“Come over here for a second, would ya’?”

The colt turned his head to either side as though he expected bullies to run in from the sides of the room and tackle him for his lunch money, but he bobbed over to the counter like a slow-moving hot air balloon until he was within a foreleg’s distance of Rainbow Dash.

Applejack raised an eyebrow.

“What are ya’ callin’ him over for, RD?”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes.

“Simple,” she said. She turned to the colt and put a hoof on his shoulder. She tried to hide her grimace as an invisible layer of grease seeped into her fur.

“Listen, Tubby—”

“My names Truffles,” the colt piped up, snorting a bit at the end like he’d forgotten to clear the mucus from his nose. Rainbow Dash scowled.

“Right, whatever. Listen; are you bright enough to do us a favour for a bit?”

Applejack’s eyes shimmered as she caught the gist of Rainbow Dash’s questioning, but she didn’t interrupt.

“What do you want me to do?” Truffles asked, sniffling and pushing his glasses up the brim of his nose.

“Easy.” Rainbow Dash lead Truffles to the board with her hoof still around his shoulders, and gestured with her other hoof up at the giant arrangement of numbers.

“Applejack and me have gotta take off for a bit, so we were hoping you could keep track of the counting board. It’s real easy—all you’ve gotta do is take a dude’s number from that side when he’s done and move it over to the other side. Oh, and take the thing off his neck and put it in a bin.” Dash pointed towards the green milk-crates already hiding underneath the counter.

“You think you can handle that, Snuffles?”

“Truffles,” the colt corrected.

“Whatever.” Rainbow Dash shook her head to the side and flicked her mane in the air.

Applejack chewed her lip nervously.

“I dunno, Dash. Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave the store with this... pony in charge?”

“Sixty!

Right on cue, a stallion came to the counter after a few seconds with a vaguely embarrassed and exhausted looking grin on his face.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash shared a glance.

“Go on then,” Rainbow Dash said. She pushed her hooves into the Truffles’ back and forced him forward.

The colt collected himself after a second of awkward jiggling and looked up at the stallion like a deer in headlights. Slowly, with shaking hooves, he took the stallion’s number and threw it in the box under the counter. Then, as the stallion made his way out the door, the colt took the corresponding number from the left side of the board and moved it to the right.

Dash smirked.

“See?” she said.

Applejack rolled her eyes.

“Alright, I guess we could step out for a bit. But we can’t be too long.”

“Psh.” Dash flapped her wings and flew over the counter with ease. She held the door open for Applejack, who rounded the glass case in a more conventional fashion.

“It’ll be no problem,” Dash said. “We’ll be back in ten seconds flat.”

The door shut with the familiar tinkle of the sweet-shop bell.

Pinkie was too concerned elsewhere to hear.

By number sixty-five, she was starting to feel it. If her mouth hadn’t been sore before, now her tongue felt mysteriously dry despite the copious helpings of gooey cream she was being given, and her jaw was starting to ache. Furthermore, her marehood, which had been eager and sensitive at the start, now felt sore, like it had been tenderized one too many times by a stallion’s overenthusiastic thrusting.

She was starting to feel the burn.

But, there were only thirty-five left to go.

Pinkie caught the twitch and spurt of white out of the corner of her eye in time to open her mouth and catch most of the load in her throat.

Thirty-four.

Pinkie definitely couldn’t tell them apart anymore. It was like she’d transitioned from a fun gathering with a bunch of friends she knew to making small talk at a party with nopony she’d ever met. Only, in this instance, the small talk consisted of a quick suck followed by milking her new acquaintance’s dick with her lips and choking down quart after quart of his jizz.

Pinkie’s stomach felt very full.

As she wrapped her mouth around another anonymous cock, her tummy also felt sort of tingly.

The seconds and counting were starting to blur together. Pinkie wanted to keep them separate, but there was too much to keep count of. She was a pony who prided herself on her ability to remember the birthday and favorite pastime of every pony in town, but now she wasn’t sure half the ponies in the room were even from Ponyville, let alone ones she could hope to remember.

She had to try to bring things back a little bit.

Pinkie took advantage of one of her brief moments of respite to scan the crowd. The pony between her legs was still going to town, and her body jostled every time he slammed into her increasingly worn-out pussy, but she could think for a second without another dick waggling in her face.

The colts around her looked almost distracted. She’d picked up key differences between them when they’d approached one by one; some had been nervous, others had been overly-enthusiastic—but almost all of them had been something.

Now, they all looked the same. No faces or special traits. Just a throng of horny stallions, waiting their turn to stick their dick in something and fill Pinkie’s stomach up with more cum.

Another dick did just that as Pinkie was mid thought. It poked at the side of her mouth, and she opened to let it slide past her lips and slip in between them for a few seconds before the tip flared and spat a fresh helping of jizz onto Pinkie’s tongue. She swallowed, and the slimy mass slid down her throat with minimal effort. Her stomach churned a little as a new cupful of liquid settled inside.

She couldn’t even taste it anymore. Cum was never a particularly enjoyable flavour, though Pinkie always managed to savour it because it meant she had made somepony happy. Now, the slimy texture was the only recognizable component.

Pinkie remembered she had numbers to call out.

“Sixty-six and sixty-seven,” she said, not quite shouting it this time.

The horde of colts around her murmured as she spoke. The one between her legs quickened his thrusting and pulled out a moment later. He was half spurt by the time he got himself to Pinkie’s mouth, so a decent helping of his jizz hit her on the lips and nose. She opened her mouth regardless, with her nostrils wrinkling slightly at the texture of cum threatening to worm its way inside her sinuses if she wasn’t careful about the position of her head. The colt rocked his hips forward a few times as he sent several spurts of jizz into the back of Pinkie’s throat, then pulled off with a grunt.

Pinkie’s lips felt dry, and her tummy was still tingly. She swallowed and ignored the burble of protest her stomach gave.

“Is... is everypony still having fun?” she asked to the crowd in general before a new slew of colts approached.

The reply was more of a mumbled chorus than a shout back. The rest of the attendants were too distracted to be that enthusiastic.

Pinkie bit her lip as four more stallions stepped forward, three angling their long, half-hard dicks towards her face, and the fourth one making a beeline for her other hole.

She traded off attention between the three cocks in her face, bouncing on each one for a minute or two, which was difficult due to her body’s constant shaking. Luckily, they came in short order, one after the other. Pinkie Pie collected a mouthful from each and held it on her tongue, trying to remember what she had enjoyed about the sensation in the first place. She stuck out her tongue to the stallions watching, and heard several snorts and hoof-stomps of approval before she pulled it back into her mouth and swallowed the creamy payload.

Her stomach sloshed as the three pony’s worth of jizz settled.

Pinkie wiped a hoof across her forehead. She felt like she was sweating more than she had been.

Number four began to groan, and Pinkie pre-empted him by sliding her body back a bit, giving him time to pull out and shove his ready-to-burst cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes and hummed as she took the whole thing inside, and worked the base of his shaft with her tongue for a few seconds before she felt his balls twitch, followed by a hot stream of jizz on the back of her tongue. She could hear the exaggerated gulps her swallowing made in her own ears, and the pained-sounding groan the stallion made as Pinkie sucked him dry.

“Thirty to go,” Pinkie said with a weak smile.

Two stallions to Pinkie’s left shouted louder than the other ponies in attendance, and Pinkie heard a clamber of hooves on the ground as they rushed towards her. She turned her head, wondering what had prompted their sudden enthusiasm.

She found the stallions trading touches between each other, one pawing at the other’s dick with his hooves, then stopping for their own turn. As they came near, Pinkie opened her mouth wide, and watched as one stallion stood on his hind-legs while his partner jerked him off. The spray of  semen came a minute later, so forceful and rapid that Pinkie managed an approving ‘mhm’ as she closed her mouth. She opened it after a moment for the second stallion, who grunted and bucked into his friend’s hooves as he came, shooting a mouthful of cum to meet the load still waiting in Pinkie’s mouth. Pinkie gave them a wink, then swallowed their loads.

The feeling her stomach answered with was hard to place. It felt like she’d eaten too much. Or had too much to drink. Maybe both.

Stallion number seventy-three found his way between Pinkie’s legs and slid inside her without introduction. He only thrust a few times before pulling out, but didn’t cum right away—instead, he let his cockhead rest on Pinkie’s clit. Pinkie wanted to sigh and moan at the sensation of her overly-sore marehood being given some proper attention, but she could barely feel anything, let alone awkward prodding at her love button. She managed a half-hearted ‘mmm’ as the stallion rubbed his head back and forth for a few seconds, then slid down and plunged back inside Pinkie’s pussy.

Pinkie busied herself with another cock while the stallion fucking her made awkward attempts at pleasing her. She felt bad for him, putting in effort when almost no other pony had—but at the same time, if he was paying attention, he would have noticed that Pinkie’s face barely flickered when he touched her clit or varied his thrusting. It was more likely he was amusing himself with his own attempts at ‘selflessness’ rather than actually caring about how Pinkie felt.

Even Pinkie didn’t know how she felt.

A burst of white hit Pinkie on the nose, and she opened her mouth for the rest. The stallion between her legs shoved aside the pony still in her mouth while he was mid-burst and made room for his own cock, which he jostled around in Pinkie’s mouth like a tool at the dentist’s, coating everything he could manage with a steady stream of his jizz.

Pinkie closed her eyes and swallowed both.

Now her stomach definitely felt off. She had seventy-four loads of cum sitting in her, and her stomach was beginning to protest.

Maybe it was time to ask for a break.

Pinkie pulled the still firing cock out of her mouth with a ‘pop’. A few strands of errant cum dripped onto the floor from the oozing head.

“Hey, guys, sorry to be a party-pooper, but could we take a little break? My tummy is starting to feel kind of—”

The cock found its way to her mouth mid-sentence. Pinkie made a sort of choking noise, surprised at the sudden intrusion of the long fleshy thing. She’d hoped that at least when she was talking she could be free of random dick.

Pinkie sighed and closed her eyes, and tried to go to work on the dick that had forced its way toward her.

She stopped mid-bob of her head.

This pony was different than the others.

There was nothing remarkable about his size, at least as far as Pinkie could tell—and she was remarkably good at judging a pony’s size after just a few seconds of attention. There wasn’t anything special about the way he moved, or the way he looked..

But the smell.

Pinkie almost gagged the second it hit her nose. All of the other ponies, even the slightly pudgy one she’d dived under at the beginning, had at least given the impression of taking a bath or shower before arriving. Pinkie hadn’t needed to pay attention to any sort of smell because there had been nothing to pay attention to—the only scent worthy of note was the ever-growing salty aroma of cum, and the similarly ever-present smell of sweat collecting on everypony’s body.

But this colt.

He smelled like he’d bathed in garbage on special occasion before arriving. When Pinkie closed her eyes with the tip of his cock on her tongue, she could smell passing manure carts and year-old fruit that had been rotting since it arrived. It made her stomach turn.

Pinkie put her hooves on the stallion’s crotch to try to push him away, but his posture was insistent, and he started fucking Pinkie’s mouth without waiting for her to move of her own accord. At the same time, another pony found his way into Pinkie’s slit, and Pinkie mumbled a sound of protest as she felt herself being pounded from below.

The stench was overwhelming, and the taste was no better. Everypony else’s cock had tasted like clean water, slightly tangy skin, and occasionally the linger of semen—but this pony’s cock tasted like sour milk.

Pinkie’s stomach groaned at her, and she groaned back at it with her lips forcibly locked around the smelly pony’s cock.

He grabbed the back of Pinkie’s head as she tried to pull away, and kept thrusting.

Pinkie could feel the gallon of cum in her stomach jostle while she was being fucked. She could hear it slosh with each thrust, and the oozing of the invisible liquid up against the sides of her insides made her remember anxious nights tossing and turning in sickness when she was a filly. Getting out of school because she had a stomach virus that kept her in bed for four days straight.

With the image of the bucket she kept by her bedside firmly in her mind’s eye, Pinkie felt the pony in her mouth cum. Even though it went right down her throat, Pinkie could taste it.

Her stomach clenched as the stale, garbage-smelling liquid dripped down her esophagus.

Pinkie gasped for air as the pony pulled his dick away. She suddenly felt breathless and disoriented. Her mouth felt full, and she knew there had been nothing else to swallow. Her cheeks tingled with the white liquid that always showed up just before she...

“Stop,” Pinkie said. Her voice was pained. The stallion fucking her paid no attention.

“Stop,” she said again, more emphatically, enough to give pause to the constant motion of the dick in and out of her pussy. She bit down on her bottom lip and took long, slow breaths through her nose.

She couldn’t. Not now.

Her throat burned.

“Just... just give me a—”

Like a conspiracy to prevent her from finishing a sentence, Pinkie once again found herself interrupted by an intruding dick. This one didn’t set off any red-flags in terms of smell, but it didn’t need to—even the hint of semen was enough to make Pinkie’s stomach turn over itself even faster. The saliva inside her mouth sloshed around the dick as it cemented itself as far down as it could go. It was bigger. Pinkie felt her cheeks swell at the sides with its girth.

She tried to push it away, just like she had done with the last one, but this pony was even more insistent. Pinkie felt a set of hooves on the back of her head and was pulled suddenly forward.

The stallion started fucking her mouth. Hard. So fast that Pinkie couldn’t properly settle the feeling of the cock-head in her mouth before it pulled back and shoved inside again, so fast and so hard and in such rapid succession that it made a noise each time. Pinkie choked on it, making a gluk gluk gluk sound like a bad porn-star, or a duck who had chosen to swallow a too-large piece of bread.

As the stallion inside her other hole picked up his pace again, Pinkie’s entire body shook.

The stallion fucking her face froze suddenly at the peak of his thrust. Pinkie pleaded with her eyes, but her mouth was too full to say anything.

The second the cum hit the back of her throat, she felt it.

She pulled herself back with a sudden strength that could come only with her body’s internal insistence. She yanked herself off the floor to a half-upright position, pulling away from the cock of the stallion who was still trying his best to get his rocks off with Pinkie’s pussy, and from the dripping monster that had just ravaged her throat.

She looked around, panicked, but found only horny stallions staring at her and rubbing themselves. She felt a tiny timer in her head as her stomach heaved and her throat tightened up. She turned her head from side to side, searching for a bucket, a bin, or anything to aim for.

There was only an audience.

She had enough time to throw herself to the side, out of the way of the waiting semi-circle of eager dicks. Her eyesight blurred as she stared at the floor, holding herself up with her forelegs and shaking every time her stomach clenched. Hoping she could still fight it. Hoping she could—

Pinkie felt the shudder of her stomach too strong this time. She opened her mouth.

The tingle as her stomach’s contents burgeoned at the bottom of her throat made the second before it happened even worse.

Pinkie threw up. She opened her mouth and a spray of backwash hurled towards the ground, landing with a disgusting splash on the candy-store floorboards. The taste of the liquid as it passed her lips and went over her tongue was even more horrible than she could have imagined, and it made her stomach feel even worse. So she kept throwing up. She kept her voice almost still as another wave of vomit vaulted from her stomach onto the ground, letting out just a tiny ‘bleh—” before the next tide came.

It was a liquid of only two things: her stomach acid, and the cum of the seventy-six stallions she’d swallowed. It was hot and sour as it ran over her tongue, and there was so much of it. Some of it was still goopy, and little patches of white collected in the rapidly spreading pool as Pinkie closed her eyes and threw her head forward, coughing and trying to snort the bit out of her nose that had come with the velocity of her stomach’s need to empty itself.

She took several shaky breaths and tried to settle her stomach. Her forelegs shook as she held herself up, panting with a high-pitched whine in her voice.

Her stomach shuddered again, and she closed her eyes and leaned forward as the fourth wave came.

The splash as the cum and the rest of the hot liquid hit the floor only made her feel even worse, and the smell of it in her nose was torturously pungent.

It went on for what felt like forever. Pinkie wanted to wish herself away, or to dream her stomach’s contents back inside, but the hot sting on her tongue and in her nose refused to disappear.

“Huhh... huhh...” she took a series of long, guttural breaths as finally, her stomach found a sense of calm. She managed to keep herself held up only because letting go would mean falling face first into the pool of cum underneath her—but she hung her head low as she breathed, and parts of her hair dipped into it. Her hair that had gone from its normal poofiness to a deflated looking straightness, darker than its usual cotton-candy pink, and now tinged with whites as the tips of her bangs traced through the upsettingly large puddle of hot jizz and upchuck.

The only sound for a minute was Pinkie’s breathing, laboured and shaky.

But in the background, she thought she could still hear the agitated shuffling of hooves on the floor, and the soft scraping of hooves on sensitive skin.

After a minute more, she heard hoof-steps, approaching her from behind without trepidation.

Followed by a nudging on her backside. Something poking her.

She wanted to spin her head in disbelief, but her body wouldn’t let her move that quick. She managed to look behind her with her eyes half open to see if the hot stiffness prodding at her butt and underneath was what she thought it was.

Sure enough, there was a stallion, his eyes squinted in singular focus as he locked in on his target and shoved forward.

Pinkie Pie wiggled to the side in time to avoid the thrust, and the stallion’s engorged head hit her on her right buttcheek instead of plunging home.

“Stop,” Pinkie said, wringing the words through her exhaustion and the taste of vomit on her tongue. “I need... don’t, I need to take a break...”

The stallion thrusted again, and Pinkie Pie barely kept herself to the side. She couldn’t crawl away—she knew that if she moved her limbs again, they’d give out on her, and send her plunging into the mess she’d made all over the floor.

The stallion planted his hooves firmly on Pinkie’s backside and lined himself up again. He pushed in close, giving no room for Pinkie to maneuver this time. Without a word, he pushed forward, and inside.

Pinkie was still wet. She couldn’t tell her body to stop the dampness it had already let out anymore than she could direct it to take away the uneasiness in her stomach or the all consuming feeling of shaky sickness coursing through her. The stallionhood suddenly inside her felt like an uncomfortably twisted knot, forcing its way inside and making her stomach threaten to turn. She lowered her head and sucked in a long breath through her open mouth, refusing to breathe through her nose so as to avoid the sickening smell of backwashed jizz.

“S-stop...” she said as the stallion slammed home for the first time. Her body jostled as his hips hit their mark, and with it her stomach, and there again was the feeling of wanting to empty what was left of the seventy-six loads in her tummy.

As the stallion thrust again, Pinkie wearily managed to raise her head. She grit her teeth and tried to think about happy things. She stared forward at the wall.

Out of the left of her periphery, overtop the pool of cum and stomach acid, another stallion emerged. He was hard.

Pinkie shook her head and sealed up her lips tight.

“Mhm-mm,” she said, her eyes as wide as she could make them. Not wanting to show panic, but insistence.

The stallion ignored her. He jabbed his cock towards her face, and Pinkie shifted her head to the side, letting the hot tip press against her cheek.

She felt hooves on her head, and then in her hair, and then a tug. Her mouth opened of its own accord, a sudden reaction to the pain of her mane being yanked in a way that pulled at her scalp.

The stallion saw his opening and jammed himself inside.

His cock tasted dirty too. Pinkie imagined anyone’s would have now. She closed her eyes and tried to let the stallion have his way with her mouth, moving as roughly as he was. She made it three or four thrusts before it was too much, and her stomach clenched again.

Once more, the insistence of an urgent bodily function gave her hidden strength, and she managed to raise her hoof and swat at the stallion’s pelvis as he pulled himself back, which gave him a start and enough reason to pull all the way out. Pinkie tried to turn her head and aim elsewhere, but there was still one hoof in her hair, holding her in place.

“Hurgh—”

Pinkie was violently sick again. She coughed a flood of cum out, all squarely on the still rock-hard erection in front of her and the floor beneath. Her nose burned as half the stream went through it, her mouth too full for the volume of her backwash.

As she coughed the last few drops of cum, Pinkie realized the stallion behind her hadn’t stopped thrusting. She also realized the dick she had thrown up on hadn’t softened a bit.

Pinkie wiped a hoof across her mouth to get rid of some of the taste that lingered. The stallion waited until she was done, then thrust forward again.

Pinkie was too tired to try and avoid him this time. She simply opened her mouth and let him inside, where he began thrusting, shoving his crotch roughly into Pinkie’s mouth and using her like a vomit-stained glory hole. Pinkie’s stomach was mostly empty now, so she could barely feel it shake as she was slammed from both ends.

After a few minutes, the thrusting behind her became more insistent—hurried, and forceful. Pinkie could feel the eagerness in the stallion’s movements, and she knew he was about to cum.

She tried to turn her head to get ready for his load, but the stallion still railing her mouth prevented that.

She realized, as her head was locked in place, that the stallion behind her showed no signs of stopping.

“Mmm,” she said around the dick in her mouth. She wasn’t sure what word she was searching for—’Hey’, or ‘Stop’, but she couldn’t find it. “Mmmmm,” she hummed, louder this time.

The stallion didn’t stop. He planted his hooves firmly on Pinkie’s rump and slammed himself home one final time.

Pinkie’s eyes went wide as she felt it—a spray of hot, sticky cum inside her pussy. So far up, it felt like it was going straight into her stomach.

She would have let her mouth hang open, but it was too full—so, instead, she simply let her eyes fall closed as the next few spurts of jizz coated in the inside of her womb.

The stallion pulled himself out with a plop, and a dribble of his cum followed, splashing onto the floor to start the painting of white goo underneath Pinkie at the other side.

Pinkie felt like she wanted to cry, but she couldn’t tell if the water streaming from her face was from her vomiting, or real, earnest tears.

Why was everypony still going? Why weren’t Applejack and Rainbow Dash calling a time out?

Pinkie steeled her stomach with her nerves as best she could as she felt the stallionhead in her mouth flare, and then spray the back of her throat with cum.

“How long have we been waitin’ in this gosh-darn line?” Applejack asked.

The question was mostly rhetorical. The time was immaterial, as the line still stretched out further than either Applejack or Rainbow Dash could see.

Applejack tapped one of her hooves impatiently against the ground and leaned to the side, stretching her head out to see where the end of the line might be. It vanished around the corner, with an equally impatient line of ice-cream hungry ponies glaring forward in a similar fashion.

“This is takin’ forever!” she said, and drew herself back into the line with a huff.

“Well, it is the middle of summer. Go figure that everypony in town would line up for ice cream.”

Applejack tapped her hoof again and glared at Dash, then at nothing in particular as she stared off into the distance.

“D y’all think Pinkie’s doin’ okay while we’re gone?”

Dash nodded.

“I’m sure she’s fine. You know Pinkie; she’ll probably wanna keep going when she’s done.”

Applejack sighed.

“I guess you’re right. I hope that butterball we left in charge is at least keepin’ track of the numbers. Pinkie’ll be put out if we don’t keep ‘em in proper order to show off when she’s done.”

“Like I said, I’m sure it’ll be fine. This line’ll start moving faster soon, and we’ll probably get back right as she’s finishing up the last one.”

Truffles had long ago abandoned any pretense of keeping the numbers in order. Stallions had started throwing them over the counter shortly after Pinkie had thrown up, and now many of them were bare-necked as they waited their turn, or simply stepped forward and began slapping their cocks against Pinkie’s face as she was being fucked from either end. Several stallions, on their way to exiting before, had caught wind of the commotion and let themselves back inside, and were now alternating turns having their way with Pinkie’s cunt as she whimpered and tried to hold back another tide of vomit.

After the first pony had blown his load in Pinkie’s pussy, the floodgates had opened. Now every stallion wanted a chance at her tighter hole, and were even more eager to cum inside her, rather than to pull out and aim for her mouth, which was occupied by at least one, sometimes two cocks at once. Pinkie’s pussy already felt full—she could feel several ponies worth of jizz sloshing around on the walls of her marehood, and more being added every other minute meant even the amount leaking out wasn’t enough to let her expunge her fullness.

Stallions were still lining up for her mouth as well. She could barely keep her head up, but the stallions did that for her. Each one was another entry in a never-ending procession—Pinkie acclimated herself to the gluk noises drawn from her mouth as each waiting cock jammed itself inside her throat and slammed in and out until it was ready to burst. The loads didn’t make their way into Pinkie’s mouth all of the time anymore—the stallions seemed to have fun cumming wherever there was room; onto her face, her back, adding streaks of white to the pink fur from the back of her neck down to her ass. Sometimes they did come in her mouth, but their sloppy aim and Pinkie’s lack of physical facility meant they weren’t always on target, and Pinkie got more than a few mouthfuls in her eyes or up her nose. She blinked in vain to clear the burning stickiness from her pupils, and snorted in an attempt to breathe through her nostrils again, but both attempts had no heart behind them—Pinkie’s eyes glazed over as the stallions carried on.

She didn’t throw up anymore, at least. Her body could barely feel anything, which meant no achy stomach.

One by one, as the stallions finished up, most of them made their way out. Some stayed around for second or third rounds and delivered smaller and smaller loads of jizz into whatever hole of Pinkie’s they could find. One or two still had numbers around their necks. Pinkie had given up on counting.

One of the stallions in her mouth (her lips being stretched to fit two at once, as those waiting had become impatient) pulled out as his balls clenched, and aimed his cock at Pinkie’s face. Pinkie tried to raise her head to meet him, but he grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her up. The head of his cock twitched right in front of her eye before he fired.

The burst was only centimeters away from Pinkie’s pupil, and it stung worse than any of the misfires before as a result.

“Ah...”

Pinkie managed a pitiful murmur of protest as the burning jizz coated her eyeball. She blinked furiously, trying to see properly, but the second and third spurts were on target as well, extra hard, and extra thick, and there was no amount of blinking Pinkie could do to clear them away. Tears streamed from her eyes as a result. Finally, after his fourth shot, the stallion let go of Pinkie’s hair, and her head fell back down to her chest as the stallion that had been in her mouth pulled out to ready his own delivery. Her limbs functioned only a result of being locked in place.

As she pulled her head back upwards with one eye open, she tried to smile at the stallion rubbing himself in front of her.

Yes, it hurt. Her body felt like it was falling apart. She’d been bathed in cum, filled with it, emptied, and then filled again wherever there was room. She had almost blacked out once or twice, only snapping back to consciousness from a cock slapped across her face or an extra hard shove as a pony pounding her from behind groaned into her ear and emptied his balls inside her pussy.

But, all that being the case—everypony was enjoying themselves, aside from her.

And that was what mattered, right?

Pinkie Pie coughed as she finished sucking down the last few strands of jizz that the stallion in front of her had offered. At the same time, she felt that telltale twitch, followed this time by a particularly rough slap to her rump, hoof on skin, and then a tiny spasm inside her. She couldn’t feel the cum anymore—there was too much of it, and it drooled from her gaping pussy like a fountain.

Or a melting ice-cream cone.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash approached the door of Sugar Cube Corner just as the sun was beginning to set. It burned the clouds a brilliant gold and purple as it fell behind the mountains, and as such posed no threat to the cones both ponies held as they walked to the front step.

“Do you think she’s done?” Applejack asked, giving her ice-cream a lick as Rainbow Dash held hers awkwardly with one hoof and she opened the door with the other.

“I dunno. I bet she’s done more than a hundred by now, but you know Pinkie—she’s got enough energy for more than a hundred colts. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s still going at it.”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

Dash pulled the door open with one eye on her cone, staring it down to ensure it stayed in place and made no attempts to tumble to the ground without her supervision.

The second the door swung open, Applejack scrunched her face up like she’d been hit with a wave of hot air at the dump.

“Hoo-ee! Smells like there’s a bit of cleanup to do in here.” Applejack made her way over the front-step to the reeking smell of sex. The light inside was off, and without the sun overhead to help illuminate the interior, Applejack took a second to adjust her eyes to the change in brightness. She noticed quick enough that the herd of stallions was gone—as well as the pudgy pony she and Dash had left behind the counter.

Applejack’s mouth turned down at the side.

The numbers weren’t up properly though.

“Pinkie? Are y’all doin’ okay? Bet you’re pretty plum-tuckered out after all that...”

Applejack trailed off. She scanned the inside of the store, and her mouth fell open. She held her cone at foreleg’s reach to the side.

The floor was a mess. Puddles of jizz and other, indistinguishable liquids pooled every other hoofstep. The floor was scuffed, and numbers that had been around necks were scattered haphazardly wherever they had fallen. One of the curtains at the far side of the room had been pulled from the window and was now in a damp-looking heap.

There was one puddle in the center bigger than any of the others, that looked as though every stallion in the room had aimed their jizz-cannon at it more than once. What looked like two inches worth of cum and questionable fluids had collected into a small lake.

And Pinkie was at its center, lying face down.

“Pinkie! Are you okay?” Applejack darted forward with little regard for the cleanliness of her hooves. She stepped through smaller puddles of wetness she didn’t dare to look at until she made her way to Pinkie’s side. She stood at the edge of the impressively wide pool and debated in her head how best to negotiate the murkiness of its depths until Pinkie Pie pulled herself up, just off the ground. She waved a hoof at Applejack dismissively.

“I’m okay,” she said. Her voice sounded far-away. Her hair wasn’t as straight as it had been—there were patches of frizz here and there, and other crunchy spots matted with jizz and spit.

“Are you sure? What the hay happened here?”

The soft flutter of wings wafted through the room as Rainbow Dash flapped towards Pinkie’s fallen form, making a short detour to rest her ice-cream cone on the counter.

“Ohmigosh, Pinkie, are you alright? What happened?”

“It’s fine,” Pinkie said, waving her hoof again before letting her foreleg fall back to her side. She didn’t bother keeping herself held up, though her head stayed raised slightly, mostly to avoid inhaling any of the pool underneath her. “Everypony just got... a little excited. Nothing... to worry about.” Pinkie offered her explanation through long breaths. Her chest rose and fell visibly with each one.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash shared a nervous glance. Obviously, neither of them wanted to be the pony to step into the mess that was underneath Pinkie’s body.

But Rainbow Dash had set down her ice-cream already.

With a steel glint in her eyes, Rainbow Dash flapped her wings and hovered over top of Pinkie. She extended her forelegs and put them underneath Pinkie’s shoulders. She grimaced as the wetness touched her fur immediately, but stayed on target as she pulled Pinkie up. She carried her to the side of the puddle, closer to the counter, and made sure there were no hidden patches of moisture before she set her down, resting her back against the glass of the display cabinet.

Pinkie settled like a limp doll, lolling her head against her chest and sighing.

“Pinkie, you look pretty rough. Should we take you to the nurse or something?”

Pinkie’s eyes flickered open, and she raised her head enough to rock it back and forth before letting her chin fall back to her chest.

“No,” she said, her eyes looking up at Rainbow Dash. “Really, I’m okay... I just need to rest for a bit.”

“Can ya’ at least tell us what happened, Pinkie?” Applejack asked.

Pinkie lifted her head for a moment and smiled before letting her neck tilt, and her head flop to the side.

“What happened is... me breaking my record for most ponies happy in a day.”

Applejack and Rainbow Dash shared another nervous stare. On the counter, Rainbow Dash’s ice cream began to drip, and a small bit of the white now-liquid dribbled down the side of the cone and onto the glass, and trickled downward, right onto Pinkie’s head.

Pinkie raised one hoof from the floor in a tiny cheer, then let it fall back. “Woo hoo,” she said.

Then she closed her eyes, and fell sideways into the black of unconsciousness.