Dear Diary,

Today, in addition to not even coming close to making an entry in you, I somehow ended up with someone I can only refer to as…

I must have fallen asleep for a bit, since I would feel myself wake up. Rather content too, I had to admit. The nap couldn’t have been very long; I still sensed the sun on my face.

Someone moved, but couldn’t say if they were nearby or just loud about it. Probably just Pinkie though. She was clearly no longer on top of me, with the lack of the extra weight I had thought were there a moment ago.

“Who do you think it is?”

A feeling of curiosity lit in me. The voice certainly didn’t belong to Pinkie and from what she had said; it would imply that at least one other person was in the conversation. And it would place these people not to far away from me.

“Heck if I know,” a slightly more crude voice, though still distinctly feminine like the first one, replied. “I wonder why he is lying here with his… thing… out though.”

If I had any color in my face, it would have disappeared in an instant. As fast as I could I sat up and tried to cover what I could describe as a successful picnic prop. Three girls who looked like they were in their mid-teens stared back at me, with slight blushes, for obvious reasons, and apparently many questions they wanted to ask.

“Hey,” one of them said, matching the second voice I had heard. She had an orange tone to her skin, barely visible freckles and dark purple hair in a casual, yet probably intentionally messy, style. She wore a loosely fit tshirt and something that looked like a cross between jeans and sweatpants. She also had wings, though they looked a bit… weak? Not sure, since she was a lot younger than Twilight, but they looked too weak to lift her. As far as I could tell anyway. It was not like I ever studied wing anatomy. “What are you doing out here? And why was your thing out like that?”

“Well, I…” I had no idea how to get out of this mess. Three teenage girls had found me with my manhood on display for all to see. And I was still working on the part where I get my pants closed properly. Charges of inappropriate behavior around minors were next, for sure. And while all color had disappeared from my face just a moment ago, it was safe to say that I could probably pass up as one of the people with red skin by now.

“Were you masturbating?” another of the girls, one I recognized as the first voice, said and caught my attention. She had a blending white skin, almost like snow, and wavy hair in light and darker purple, though not as dark as the other girl’s. She had a horn in her forehead, but I couldn’t see any wings on her back, so she couldn’t be exactly like Twilight was. She wore a summer dress of sorts that hugged rather tightly to her body. It was sky-blue. Still, didn’t look like it would restrict her movement.

“What!? No! I was…” Please, couldn’t Pinkie come back and set this straight? Where the hell had she gone to anyway? And why did she leave me like this? Wait, no. I could guess on the later one. She had probably been distracted by something else, or had an engagement somewhere. Or a job. A rumble with me wouldn’t change any of that.

“Mah brother says there ain’t nothin’ wrong with masturbating…” the third girl finally spoke, with what sounded like a south-US accent. Strange. “He says everyone does it, so it ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of.”

The girl had a yellow tone to her skin and red hair in braided ponytail, and wore a simple, semi-tight tshirt- in a similar color to that of her skin, making this whole situation so much better- and loose jeans. Not quite baggy, but far from fit. A pink bow was at the end of her ponytail.

“Yeah, I know, but-“ my mind stopped for a moment and thought about this. Why not just take the easiest way out and get the fuck away from here as soon as possible?

“Well, why don’t we all pretend you believe me when I lie and say I masturbated, so I don’t have to tell you the real story, which I don’t think any of you will believe?”

What did I just do? If I could slap myself without making this scene even worse, I would have. Thank you, brain, for formulating it like that. Now there surely won’t be any questions to follow.

“Or we could try to make you tell the truth! Cutie Mark Crusader Inquisitors! Yay!”

The orange skinned one acted exactly as I feared they would, before the others joined in in a shout for the- what was it? Cutie Mark Crusaders?- thing. I swore my ears rung for a full minute after that.

“Cutie Mark Crusaders?”

“Yes, we are on a quest to find our Cutie marks!” the white skinned one squealed.

“How about a quest to get me back to Pony- back to the town? I need to talk to someone called Twilight Sparkle.”

I hadn’t really thought what I said through, but I think I might have done it wrong. Or, in their eyes, right. They beamed up and the volume of their side of the conversation went up noticeably, and I had a little trouble making out who said what in which order.

“You know Twilight!?”

“I’m Sweetie Belle!”

“I’m Scootaloo!”

“Ah’m Applebloom!”

And I have a headache, my own mind shot in, though my tongue was luckily courteous enough not to follow it. I smiled and gestured for them to lower the volume a little, which they thankfully complied to, before I told them my own name.

“Wow, that is weird,” Sweetie Belle said with a raised eyebrow. “Never heard of anyone with a name like that before.”

“Well, he could be from a faraway place, like Manehatten or something. Or maybe from where Zecora is from,” Scootaloo replied to her, though she did sound uncertain.

“Where are ya from, mister?”

“Well, I’m from,” I started, but held my tongue for a moment. Would it even be a good idea to tell these girls anything? The amount of questions that would surely follow any answer was ahrdly a motivation. “Does it really matter? I am here now.”

“So why where you sleeping with you thing out?” Scootaloo, and the others, seemed to have forgotten that I wanted to go back to town. I had gotten to sit up, but that was the extent of free movement they had given me. “If you weren’t masturbating, you must have done something. One wouldn’t just leave it out like that, right?”

“Aha,” both Applebloom and Sweetie Belle seemed to agree with this.

“Well, I…” I couldn’t help but to let out a sigh. Might as well try to tell some of the truth to them, just to shut them up. “Do any of you know someone named Pinkie Pie?”

“You know Twilight and Pinkie Pie!?”

I felt thankful for the first time ever since I woke up. Maybe it was kinda possible to explain without just saying that I had sex with Pinkie Pie here and when I woke up she was gone. Not that there was anything wrong with that explanation, I told myself, to no effect. My mind had already decided that since I had already fucked up on this, I should go through with it to the end.

“Yes, it would appear so. So, what do you girls know about Pinkie Pie?”

“She likes to party!” Applebloom started.

“And she is really friendly!” Sweetie Belle followed.

“And she is sort of… crazy,” Scootaloo hesitated a bit after the others, who now stared at her to make her say something.

“Thank you, Scootaloo, you put the finger on why I am here, sleeping, with my… thing… out. I am here because I ran into Pinkie Pie and what happened after that doesn’t seem to make much sense to me.”

To my surprise, the three of them exchanged some glances, before they walked a bit away from me and put their heads together. While they whispered about whatever it was they did whisper about, I used the opportunity to get to my feet. I barely got to take a step in the direction I hoped was Ponyville before they were all around me again though.

“Soo,” Scootaloo started, with an expression that said that she thought she knew something juicy.

“Did you… ya know,” Applebloom, with the same expression, followed up what Scootaloo said. If I weren’t a complete idiot, Sweetie Belle was about to make this whole thing more awkward than it needed to be.

“Have sex with her!?” Sweetie Belle did exactly as I had thought, with an unnecessarily loud way to say it that sent the bells they had apparently installed in my ears while I slept ringing again.

“Well, I…” I really wished that would not be a common response in the future. All it really did was to betray that I was uncomfortable with the topic and not sure what to say. With my, probably, lobster red face, they drew the only conclusion anyone who knew anything could draw.

“I knew it!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, with Scootaloo and Applebloom nodding in agreement. “Soo?”

So what? I thought to myself. I did have an idea what she wanted to know, but I’d rather not discuss this with three teenage girls I didn’t even know!

“Can you just show me the way to Ponyville? I really need to talk to Twilight or Pinkie or someone.”

“Aww,” the three let out disappointed sighs in unison, before they waved for me to follow them.

**

We didn’t get long on the road back to Ponyville before the three girls started to whisper among themselves and occasionally throw a glance in my direction. A part of me was happy they did that, so they left me alone for the time being. However, the thought of what they said to each other, combined with the glances at me, left me a bit nervous.

“Soo…” I could feel the hair in my neck rise when Scootaloo started to talk to me for the first time since we left the lake. What now? I had no idea, but I didn’t like the thought of it.

“Hmm?” I pretended that I had been engrossed in my own thoughts. While technically accurate, I had followed their behavior closely because of those glances they had given me. Gave me the creeps.

“So, since we want our Cutie Marks and all, and that we are willing to try anything to get them…”

Shit, was this really headed where it sounded like it was? Scootaloo let the sentence hang in the air for a bit, and I noticed that she and the others blushed. At the same time, junior had gotten wind of what transpired in the world outside my pants- thanks to the traitor of a nerve system that leeched information from my brain and sent it down to it, no doubt- and had started to prepare for duty.

“So, we thought…” Applebloom tried to finish, but had to stop. She clearly didn’t find this situation any less awkward than I did, but at least she had agreed to be in it. I had no such privilege.

“So we thought that we should have sex with you, since that might be what our Cutie Marks are,” as before Sweetie Belle seemed the least bothered of the ones present about this. I, Scootaloo and Applebloom all got a little deeper in our shades of red.

My mind screamed no, my loins screamed yes, and they would not concede any ground to the other. I could do anything but to try to distract my mind, if only for a few more seconds. Could give it the upper hand to keep the soldier who thought he had been called out to spray chemicals on people from acting without proper orders from HQ.

“Erh… what?” I said, probably sounding like a moron. We had stopped, for obvious reasons, but I didn’t notice until now.

Sweetie Belle took a few steps closer with a sly smile. “I think you heard what I said.”

“I did, I just find this to be a bad attempt at a joke,” I tried my best not to let my thoughts, or eyes, wander, but that was a lost battle before it even started. The easily distracted balls in front of my skull shot down to her chest and for a second or so they rested on what appeared to be small sized breasts. She weren’t flat, far from it, but she didn’t have the cups Pinkie had.

“He doesn’t think it is a joke,” her horn started to glow with a light green light and I felt something in my pants take hold of the part of me who tried to side with them. I let out a surprised moan, much to Sweetie Belle’s, and probably the others, liking.

“He sure feels like he wants to come with us, don’t ya think, Scootaloo?” I had been so distracted by Sweetie Belle that I hadn’t noticed that her friends had come up to me, and now had their hands on my crotch. Applebloom looked at her friend, while she used her left hand to rub her breast.

“Totally,” Scootaloo answered her friend and went on to unbutton my pants. I was completely paralyzed by what happened here, unable to do anything rational. If I let them go on, I could end up in jail for pedophilia. However, they seemed to want this, so I might be able to persuade them never to tell anyone if I did as they asked. And if I turned it down, they might get mad and tell the police about this little incident anyway. I was sure that wouldn’t be much better. Or so I tried to justify what I was about to agree to for myself.

“Fine, just… oah… just… isn’t there somewhere more private we can…ah… go?”

The girls stopped and looked at me with pleased, and triumphant, expressions. “Sure there is; you can come to the Cutie Mark Crusader’s headquarters. It is as isolated as it gets in these parts.”

**

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom had taken a hold of my hands as we walked through the rows upon rows of apple trees. I hoped this place was as secluded as they had said; I did not want to go to jail because these three were horny. Or have an angry mob after me for defiling their young, though since they had apparently matured a lot already I wouldn’t consider them kids.

“Here we are,” Scootaloo said and pointed a fairly well-sized hut in a tree. With a glance around, I saw we were practically in the middle of nowhere. If I were gonna do this, I might as well do it here.

Inside I found what appeared to be an unusual hangout for teens. It had a sofa, chairs for about five people, books and comics in a shelf, a tiny scene with a microphone, a map of what appeared to be Ponyville and a king sized bed, easily large enough for all of us. Without further questions, they made me sit on the edge of the bed.

“Hmm, something is missing from this image,” the girls stood a few feet away from me, and Applebloom held her fingers to the thumb and index finger on each hand formed a square she could look through.

“Oh, I know!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed and her horn started to glow again. So did my right hand and my pants. Before I knew it, I sat there with the ‘party favor’ in my hand. Safe to say, I was already rock hard. “There, much better.”

The Cutie Mark Crusaders turned their back on me. Sweetie Belle started to unzip her summer dress and let it fall to the ground. She didn’t have a bra or, surprisingly, panties. She bent forward and moved her right hand in between her legs, spreading her lips for my viewing. Somehow, I started to get the feeling that these girls weren’t strangers to this, as if her display would leave any doubt of it.

Applebloom and Scootaloo had gotten their tshirts off and worked on their pants. Like Sweetie Belle, they didn’t have any bras on. Their pants fell to the ground and revealed that unlike Sweetie Belle, they hadn’t even worn panties. The two turned to each other and shared in a deep kiss and embrace.

Subconsciously I had started to slowly stroke myself at the sight of this, but didn’t get far with it when Sweetie Belle came over and replaced my hand with her own two.

“Since they already started, I thought I could have some fun with you,” I saw her horn start to glow again and a moment later I was pulled backwards down on my back. “Neither of us wants to be left out, right?”

I couldn’t help but silently agree with her- or stop my hands from ending up at her ass- when she crawled on me much like Pinkie had done earlier. However, Sweetie Belle turned herself around and placed my hands on her small breasts, and I felt her lips caress my shaft as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth.

Scootaloo and Applebloom suddenly landed, still embracing each other, on the bed next to us. Scoot’s right hand had found Applebloom’s breasts and played with her nipples, by soft pinching and tugs, and just running her fingers over them. Applebloom, on the other hand, held one hand on Scoot’s ass while the other had found her nether regions. I could see them moaning, forcing small breakups to their kiss.

My attention was swiftly brought back to Sweetie Belle who now had taken a hold of her new plaything and directed it to her entrance. With a swift move, I moved my hands from her breasts to her hips and pushed down, forcing myself in her. My action was met with a loud moan.

I returned my hands to her chest and started to massage it, while I pushed and pulled my member in her. She didn’t move much, except to make small moans, which sounded like she was out of breath. Myself, I panted heavily, but since I hadn’t quite recovered from my tumble with Pinkie, I could feel that the buildup to a release would take longer.

“I… can’t… hold it anymore!” Sweetie Belle screamed and I could feel the juices run down along me. My clothes would probably get some stains, but that was too late now. She collapsed on my chest and I slowed my pace, before I stopped, pulled out and gently lifted her off me. She didn’t appear able to continue.

With one eye on what I was doing and one on the two other girls, I started to take of my clothes which had gotten sweaty and damp.

“Applebloom,” Scoot said and broke their kiss. “I think our friend wants in on this action.”

The two changed their position so Scootaloo lay on top of Applebloom, with their legs spread, so I could do them both from where I sat down on the bed. I shook a little as I placed myself at the entrance to Scoot and pushed in.

Like Sweetie Belle, she moaned loudly, but this was quickly muffled by Applebloom locking her in another kiss. Back and forth, my hips moved on their own as I buried my member in Scootaloo, who had to break the kiss more and more often. Applebloom let out cute noises as well, as I rubbed against her clit with each movement in Scoot. The pressure had started to build, so I slowed myself down a bit.

With Applebloom waiting for her turn, I had to find some way to finish of Scoot quickly. If this went on, I wouldn’t be able to finish all three, even if Sweetie Belle had cum rather quickly.

I could try the same thing I did with Pinkie, I thought to myself, but decided against it. Instead, I moved my left hand in between the two girls. Luckily for me, their clits were almost right on top of each other. The two of them moaned as I pinched and flickered at them.

“I’m gonna…” Scootaloo never finished the sentence, but simply let it out. I pulled out and lowered my stance a bit, took a deep breath, and pushed myself into Applebloom.

She was by far the tightest of the three and I started to worry that I wouldn’t be able to keep the pressure contained long enough to get her off. Each thrust put me closer to the edge.

“Let me… help you…” Sweetie Belle had gotten up and crawled over to us. Like I had done when I did Scootaloo, she started to massage Applebloom’s clit, and place one hand at my balls.

I couldn’t help it, I just buried myself as deep into Applebloom as I could get and let pulse after pulse of my semen into her. When I was done, I pulled out and let myself fall out on the bed.

“Thank you,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Yeah, that was… something,” Scootaloo continued.

“We should… do this… again…” Applebloom finished.

I didn’t know if I had gotten her to cum. I had to ask about that when I woke up.