I laid alone in my hospital bed, my foot itching insanely bad. I was going mad, the itching on the sole of my foot was burning through my mind like a smouldering cigarette butt burning through a napkin. I needed to relieve it, I needed to find some sort of way to stab through the wrapping for just a second.

My whimpers and cries were cut off by a unicorn nurse strolling in, "Peter...what's wrong?" she asked, bowing her pink and white mane, "You look...uncomfortable."

I let out a rough cough, "You could...say that. My fucking foot itches so god damn bad...."

The mare rolled her eyes, lighting up her horn and causing a wonderfully sharp sensation dragging along my stitches. "Better?"

I started grunting like an animal in heat, "Oh god...oh dear god yes...fuuuuck...ho-holy shiiiit." I laid my head back, the sensation was amazing, digging deep but not threatening to actually damage my wound. "Oh god, don't stop- don't stop!"

The mare blushed slightly as she walked over, "Dear Celestia...it's a scratch, not a blowjob...."

I caught my breath as she continued to scratch, "Oh my god...it's so much better- than aaaa- any blowjob...."

The mare just laughed, "You humans are weird. How is this better than a blowjob? I mean, when I give em boys just go mad."

I blew a slow stream as I drifted into paradise, "I don't- if you're hitting on me...just...keep...scratching.... I don't even--" a soft smell cut my concentration. "Oh no...." A warm, heated smell, quickly growing overwhelming and horridly pungent, "No...Maud...no...."

The nurse looked confused, "Who's Maud--" she was cut off as the door flung open, revealing an empty doorway, "What the...hello?"

I held my breath as the door creaked loudly. A slow tapping brought my stomach into my ribs, my penis shrinking from the potential contact. "Maud...I can't...please...."

The nurse sniffed the air, "Eugh...what is that? It smells like vagina...."

I muttered to myself and prayed to every god I could think of. "Rock cavern so tight...could crush coal into diamonds." I covered my groin, uttering an old French prayer as I waited for the ruinous mare to come striding through the door, ready to take my life with her ungodly sex.

But what wandered through the door wasn't my pseudo killer wife, but another of my mares. Not that they belong to me, more the opposite of my entire being belonging to them. No, what wandered through the door was less terrifying, but equally worrying. "Pinkie!?" I yelped, "I- no one said you were...what the fuck is that smell?"

Pinkie just grinned ear to ear, not saying a thing. The unicorn that had helped me was slowly walking away, "Mr. Dufort...let me know if you need anything." she pushed past Pinkie, letting out a sharp gasp as she reached the other side of the door and bolted away.

Pinkie slowly walked over, not saying anything, just smiling. I felt my heart sink as she perched on the edge of my bed and stared at me. "Hi!" she chirped, "I'm hot!"

I leaned away from her, "Uh...are you...in heat?"

Pinkie giggled, nodding like mad, "Ye-yes!" She hopped up on my bed and turned her backside to me, "Pink puffy pussy for Petey!"

"What!?" I panicked, my voice cracking like a teenager. "Pinkie...no...."

She planted her backside on my chest, "Petey...yes." I watched the leaking pink mess before me bounce on my chest, a pair of hooves stuck into my gut. "Thinking about my Peter's pointy little peck--"

"Pinkie, stop rhyming!" I snapped, growing agitated at the warm scent and the winking pink slid bouncing before my eyes. "Seriously...can this not wait until my leg's fixed?"

"Nope!" she stated, returning to her giggling and sliding her dripping sex up my chest and against my chin, "Pete...I need somebody--"

"What!? How do you--" I was cut off as another pink face thrust right next to my face, "Huh?"

"Hi!" the other Pinkie chirped, reaching up and pecking me on the cheek, "Kissy?"

I let out a scared cough and tried to wiggle away, forced back by the excited pussy leaking over my chin, "What the fuck!?"

Before long a small herd of Pinkies were forcing their way into the room. I let out a muffled scream, quickly having a mouthful of plump pink pussy meat shoved into my mouth. A conflicted sense of self satisfaction and overwhelming shame filled my mind as my body was carved up between the eight or so Pinkies that had piled on. On my chest sat three, one ass to me, belly to my own, threw herself back against my mouth. Another sat opposite of her, facing me and stuffing her mouth with the first's back door. A third laid upon her, hoof back and jostling her sex while she stared down at the two trying to pull my rod out of the cheap hospital gown I was wearing.

I realized what the smell was as another started sucking at my fingers. The softer smell of Pinkie was amplified by how many mares there were in the room, almost matching if not overpowering Maud's distinct scent. The taste of pink pussy was shamefully amazing, both sloppy and disgustingly squishy and sweet and soft to the pallet. Under other circumstances I would have been in heaven, but with a Pinkie gently stroking my length with a soft under hoof and another licking at my based, threatening to envelop my boys, I couldn't complain. The first Pinkie, ass facing me, decided to toy with my tip, poking it with her foreleg and giggling before nipping at me.

The smell was absolutely overpowering, the constant flesh to coat contact between me and the herd was outstanding, hot enough to make me sweaty, but not enough to distract from the heady liquid spilling into my mouth from the squishy flower I was assailing with my tongue. It was warm and tender, extremely squishy and warm. I felt my eyes nearly roll back into my head as I lifted my hand up and slid my fingers into the Pinkie on the top of the pile. She broke into an amazing laughter, giggling like mad and spilling a thin feminine fluid down my fingers and over my wrist. It trickled down, sliding down the pile of pink plots.

I felt my tip give in to the constant nipping and the slobbery attention from three happy faces. The steady warm drool covering my cock made me twitch and throb before being thrown into a gaping maw, a tongue sliding along the contours of my rod. The pinkie with me in her mouth suckled like mad, drawing my pre from my tip like some flesh straw.

My tongue wiggled deep into the soft fleshy tunnel, soaked in fem juice and saliva, forcing its way deep into the burning hot slit and suffering the wrath of Pinkie's softly squeezing sex. The amazing amount of slightly squishy flesh, both inside and out, was smothering me, booty and belly squishing me into my hospital bed and sending my mind to an amazingly blissful place.

Mouthful of warm pussy lips, handful of soft squishy butt in my right hand, suckling Pinkies at my rod and finger, and the sight of Pink ass being eaten out by a bright blue eyes head feasting on pink plot hole. It was hard to notice given the constant hot pleasure radiating from my extremities, but the flood of juice from the Pinkies seemed to be endless, coming in waves or gently trickling out between violent squirts.

Finally I met my match, my balls safe and happy in a warm mouth, my base licked like mad and my tip sucked and slurped upon by yet another clone. I felt my self tighten up, a Pinkie sucking at my most tender point and helping my release build up before exploding out against a greedy tongue and disappearing down a sloppy pink throat.

I lost it, leaving my tongue stuck inside a creamy pussy while the rest of me went completely limp.

My world grew hazy for a few moments before shocking back hard as the bed caved. The frame crumbled sending the cheap mattress to the ground hard. My foot was held in place while the rest of my slammed against the ground, yanking me into an awkward position with pink flesh absorbing my vision.

I laid there, piled on my laughing auto-lesbonic bodies. It seemed I would spend the rest of my life under a pile of Pinkies. I contemplated my shame as I accepted my new position as man slut and organic dildo.

"There they are!" an angry, slightly squeaky voice cut through the soft giggling. What followed was a bright pink flash, followed by the herd inflating and popping into soft strings of magic. I was left damp and slightly cold as my body laid twisted and exposed.

A final Pinkie bolted in, "Petey!? Petey speak to me!"

A purple alicorn wandered over, "Um...wow...is he gonna--"

I cut her off, turning the Pinkie around and dragging my tongue across the last Pinkie's slit, making her kick her back legs and giggle. "Petey!?"

I let out a tired huff and laid back, "Yeah...you're the real one.... Overly sweet..."

The alicorn cocked an eyebrow and walked over to me, "H-how can you--"

I turned to her with a defeated gaze, "Maud...pungent and musky.... Limestone...nervous but vocal...she likes to mumble and scream. Marble, soft, gentle, robust...she's a squirmer. Pinkie...D...Pie...sweetest pussy...she laughs when you hit her G spot...and she's a squirter." I turned away, "I'm...an expert at Pie pies...."

The alicorn was glowing bright red, her wings flared out and twitching, "Um...I'll...trust you."

I sighed rather deeply, "Yeah...your wings are showing."

She grew even redder, turning away and running out the door, forced to physically fold her wings to get through the door. Pinkie was burning a different shade, an embarrassed shade of pink, not the hormone driven red. "Peter...I'm so sor--"

"Pinkie...I finished...don't be sorry." I looked around the ruined room, "Maybe call a doctor...or a janitor...or anyone really."

Author's Notes:

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