Pin the Tail

by Alaborn

Rating: mature
Tags: Sparkler, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Original Character, Comedy
Length: 6135

A new arrival to Ponyville is always greeted with a Pinkie Pie party. There's cake, punch, and... Pin the Tail on the Pony? Why is everypony at the party so interested in playing a foal's game?

A new arrival to Ponyville is always greeted with a Pinkie Pie party. There's cake, punch, and... Pin the Tail on the Pony?

T-Square, a freshly minted engineer and new resident of Ponyville, is left to wonder why everypony at the party is so interested in playing a foal's game.

Contains 30% clop [OC/Background Pony] and 70% story.

Published 2013-05-02 08:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-02 08:50:01 UTC

We're playing what?

Pin the Tail

By Alaborn

Standard disclaimer: This is a not for profit fan work. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is copyright Hasbro, Inc. I make no claim to any copyrighted material mentioned herein.

Further disclaimer: Contains clop. For mature audiences only. All characters, although fictional, are intended to portray consenting adults.

“Next stop, Ponyville!”

I squirmed in my seat, eager to stand up and finally stretch my wings. I felt the train slow as the small town of Ponyville grew larger in the window. A small town, but a growing one, both in size and importance, thanks to the presence of Princess Twilight Sparkle and the bearers of the Elements of Harmony.

And a growing town provides opportunities for a newly minted civil engineer.

Having completed my degree at Royal Canterlot University and passed the civil service exam, I found work in the Ponyville office. The town had recently received funding for a new aqueduct; that plus improvements to the town’s roads and sewer system promised me the opportunity to prove myself.

With a squeal of brakes, the train finally came to a stop. I plucked my duffel bag from the overhead rack, balancing it on my back, as I joined the small number of ponies ready to depart.

The platform was small. This station was nothing like the grand terminal in Canterlot. However, it didn’t feel crowded at all. After taking a few steps away from the train, I finally stretched my wings. I gave them a few flaps, not hard enough to take flight, just hard enough to work out the kinks in my muscles.

After rolling my neck to relieve some other muscle tightness, I looked around the platform. The burly earth pony stallion by the cart was almost certainly who I was looking for.

“Mr. T-Square?” he inquired as I approached.

“That’s me,” I replied, nodding.

“Heavy Lift, Ponyville Moving and Storage. We’re here to move your belongings.” As he spoke, another large earth pony approached, four very heavy crates balanced on his back. I remembered having trouble lifting even one of those. He muscled the crates on the cart.

“We’ve already received your payment, so we’ll load the furniture and the remaining crates and get on the road,” Heavy Lift said.

After about fifteen minutes, the movers were done collecting my meager belongings, and together, we departed the train station.

I held a map of Ponyville in my wings, trying to familiarize myself with the town’s layout as I walked. That’s not an easy task, as evidenced by my nearly running into a pink earth pony mare. I might very well have done so, had I not been alerted to her presence by the sound of an inhalation of air.

A very long inhalation of air.

As soon as she finished, she started speaking very rapidly. “I've never seen you before and if I've never seen you before that means you're new, 'cause I know everypony, and I mean everypony in Ponyville! And so I need to throw you a ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party! There’ll be cupcakes and punch and music and dancing and we’ll play Pin the Tail on the Pony! And I’ll invite everypony in Ponyville, and then you’ll know everypony and have so many friends!”

I blinked several times, trying to clear my vision. Somehow, while this pony was talking, she had pulled out of nowhere a tray of cupcakes, a bowl of punch, a phonograph, and a pony silhouette missing its tail. Then I blinked again, and found an invitation tucked under my wing.

“Bye, T-Square! See you at seven!”

I blinked one more time, and the hyperactive ball of pinkness was gone.

Behind me, the movers continued pulling the cart, completely unfazed.

Sunny Skies Apartments. A collection of two and three story buildings, each holding between eight and eighteen apartments. And my home for the foreseeable future.

I asked the movers to wait while I visited the apartment manager’s office to pick up my key from Mr. Fixer. The elderly unicorn stallion was at his desk, nearly concealed by stacks of paper. I don’t think a single paper had moved since I had come down two weeks ago, to sign my lease.

“Mr. Fixer?” I said. He looked up, adjusting his spectacles.

“Oh, hello there, Mr. T-Square,” he replied. “Ready to move in?”

“That I am,” I replied.

“Now, if you’ll just fill in these papers, then you’ll be all set.”

“But I already signed the lease!” I protested.

“Yep. Now here’s the key release form. This is the rules and regulations for the complex. And here’s a disclaimer that says you’ve reviewed this here booklet on the dangers of the Everfree Forest.”

I groaned as I reviewed the additional paperwork.

“So, what do you think of Ponyville so far?” Fixer asked. I was grateful for a reprieve from the silence.

“It’s flat,” I replied. Having spent the first ten years of my life amidst the three dimensional cloud construction of Cloudsdale, then twelve years among the tall architectural styles of Canterlot, I was not used to a town that was so spread out. I think the opportunity to have a third story apartment with a balcony is what attracted me to Sunny Skies.

Fixer chuckled. “That it is. But what do you think about the ponies here?”

“They seem friendly,” I answered. “And apparently, I’ve already been invited to a ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party.”

“Sounds like you’ve already met Pinkie Pie,” Fixer commented.

My jaw dropped, the pen I was holding falling onto the desk. “That was the Pinkie Pie?” Not even two hours in Ponyville, and I had already met one of the Elements of Harmony?

Fixer nodded. “Everypony gets a party by Pinkie Pie to welcome him or her to Ponyville. It’s a tradition. And everypony says her parties are not to be missed.”

“Do you think the other Elements of Harmony will be there?” I asked.

“Could be. They are good friends, after all. Course, living here in Ponyville, you get used to seeing them around. It’s no big deal.”

I finished skimming the booklet on the Everfree Forest, reaching the decision to stay as far away from it as possible. I signed that final disclaimer, and pushed all the papers to Fixer. He responded by lifting a key from a hook on the wall with his magic, dropping it in my hoof.

“Welcome to Sunny Skies, Mr. T-Square.”

The movers carried my belongings up two flights of stairs with incredible speed. Soon, I was alone, faced with the daunting task of unpacking. It was already mid-afternoon, so I focused on the two most important tasks. First, I set up my bed, since I wanted a good night’s sleep. I secured the frame and pushed the mattress into place. I opened crates until I found the bed linens. I tossed them sloppily on the bed; that would do for tonight.

Second, I set up my drafting table. This was by far my most important task. I placed the table near the window, the southern exposure providing the most natural light. I adjusted the table’s angle several times, searching for that precise angle that would allow my forelegs to rest comfortably as I worked. Finally satisfied, I turned to the crates.

After some time pulling out dishes, books, and tools, I glanced out the window, noticing the position of the sun. The party, my party, would be starting in an hour. And I really needed a shower.

Retrieving the shampoo and soap from my duffel bag, I headed to the bathroom. A quick shower and scrub cleansed me of the sweat and odor of my labors. I dried myself and used my mouth to smooth the feathers of my wings. A few brush strokes later, and my mane again looked presentable.

Should I wear clothing? I checked the invitation again. It didn’t mention anything about attire. But the party struck me as an informal one. I saw very few ponies in Ponyville wearing any clothing, and that included the mare who was hosting the party.

Besides, I wasn’t sure which crate held my clothes. That made my decision even easier.

“Sugarcube Corner,” I muttered, comparing the invitation to the map. The address placed the location (confectionery? bakery?) in Ponyville’s central square. That should be easy enough to find, and if not, somepony else would know how to get there.

I trotted towards the town’s center, the buildings growing more eclectic as I walked. As I passed a curved road, I knew I was close.

I don’t know if I saw or smelled Sugarcube Corner first. The building resembled a gingerbread house designed by architects from three competing schools of design and decorated with the contents of five other bakeries. Regardless of the incongruous styles, the smell of fresh-baked cakes was very inviting.

But why were the windows’ curtains drawn?

I shrugged, trusting the hours posted on the shop’s front door. I pushed open the door and…

“SURPRISE!”

The room was suddenly illuminated by lights and the curtains being opened. I found myself in a bakery/café. The tables and chairs, probably capable of seating thirty ponies, were pushed to the walls, the tables now serving to hold cupcakes and punch. The bakery’s glass display cases housed even more baked goods.

The familiar pink pony suddenly appeared inches from my muzzle. “Were you surprised? Huh? Huh?”

I laughed. Not really. But in a way, I was. “I was totally surprised that the party I was invited to was a surprise party!” I replied, smiling. “I’m T-Square. You must be Pinkie Pie.”

“Uh-huh! It’s super duper nice to be your friend! And now I’m back to being friends with everypony in Ponyville! It’s time to party!”

Pinkie Pie hopped away, and over the course of three hops, somehow managed to drop a cupcake into my hooves, start the phonograph, and greet another dozen ponies.

With the encouragement of my growling stomach, I made quick work of the delicious cupcake. As I went for a cup of punch, I surveyed the crowd. There were probably forty ponies here, a number that filled the room without making it feel overcrowded. The guests ranged from foals to ponies of middle age, but a surprising number of ponies were my age, old enough to be staking their own path, but not yet tied down by other duties.

Pinkie Pie grabbed my hoof and dragged me over to meet one of her friends. “T-Square, this is Applejack!” she said excitedly. I smiled. It was another one of the Elements of Harmony!

“Howdy,” Applejack replied, tipping her hat. She was with a younger filly, obviously a family relation. “Me and mah sister are happy to meet another friendly face!”

“What’s your name?” I asked the filly. I could see she was eager to talk.

“Ah’m Apple Bloom!” she said. “Is your special talent buildin’ things?”

Ah, I remember being that age. So eager to discover one’s special talent. “It’s more designing than building, but I’ve made a lot of things.”

“What are you designing?” she asked.

“I’ll mostly be working on big projects for the town,” I replied. “How would you like to see a new paved road through town?”

“Ah guess,” she muttered. “You ever build a barn, Mr. T-Square?”

I chuckled. “There aren’t a lot of farms in Canterlot, and even fewer in Cloudsdale,” I said.

“You should try it! Ah helped with mah family’s last barn-raisin’!”

I chatted with the kind filly for a little while longer. She did seem to have picked up quite a bit of practical knowledge on building and design. Maybe that would be her talent! But soon, Pinkie Pie was taking me on a whirlwind tour of the room.

Sea Swirl. Minuette. Shoeshine. Cherry Berry. Raindrops. Lemon Hearts. Dolphin Dreams. Twinkleshine. So many new names and faces! After meeting everypony and promptly misremembering most of their names, I grabbed another cup of punch and mingled. I found myself in a group of ponies my age.

“So what do you do for fun around here?” I asked.

“The wilderness around here is beautiful,” one suggested. “I love the Whitetail Wood.”

“I’ve always enjoyed pony-watching in the park,” another mentioned.

“Try the restaurants and taverns. It’s a good way to meet the locals,” a third said

“It’s really a slower pace here. You’re from Canterlot, right?” one stallion asked me.

“Canterlot, and formerly Cloudsdale,” I said.

“I spent five years in Manehattan,” he said. “If you’re looking for some organized activity every night, you might be disappointed. But I enjoy the quiet here. Of course, you have to be willing to put up with the occasional existential crisis.”

“A… did you just say existential crisis?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied, shrugging. “You know, like a timber wolf attack.”

“Or a cockatrice.”

“A rampaging Ursa Minor.”

“A parasprite swarm.”

“Unicorns possessed by evil artifacts.”

“Discord.”

“Nightmare Moon.”

My jaw hung open at the way these Ponyville residents casually discussed one great threat after another. When the changeling army attacked Canterlot, I spent the day locked in my dormitory, trying to figure out what was happening and desperately trying not to be seen by the swarm in the sky.

“Don’t worry,” one of the locals said, slapping me on the back. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Hey! Pinkie Pie’s starting Pin the Tail on the Pony!”

Wait, she was serious about that?

The party had been going on for about two hours. Looking around, I guessed that half the guests had departed, including most of the older ponies and all of the foals. The party had turned a little more grown-up, with Pinkie Pie adding rum to the punch, and some more dance-friendly music.

I took a break from dancing and watched Pinkie Pie set up the game. I had to wonder about that. If you’re going to play a foal’s game, why not do it when the foals are present? Still, the party had been a lot of fun, so I was willing to give Pinkie Pie the benefit of the doubt.

The mares in the room were most excited about the game. Most of the stallions, on the other hoof, weren’t as excited. I think I was on their side.

“Don’t be a Grumpy McGrumperson,” Pinkie Pie chided one recalcitrant stallion. “Everypony gets one spin and pin! Then we’ll go to the finals, and if you won’t want another try, then that’s fine by me!”

Over on the wall, a large yellow poster hung, with the silhouette of a pony emblazoned on it. The silhouette looked for all the world like an average pegasus stallion, sans tail of course, and the slightly glossy material was pretty close in color to the blue of my coat. That was a nice touch!

Soon, Pinkie Pie was blindfolding guests, giving them several turns, and releasing them to stagger towards the poster, fake tail dangling from their mouths. The game was one I hadn’t seen for maybe fifteen years, but everypony still knew how to play.

Maybe it was the sugar high. Maybe it was the spiked punch. Or maybe Pinkie Pie was a secret party genius. Whatever the reason, this was fun! Really, it was just watching the other ponies that made me laugh. Quite a few ponies ended up with cake on their muzzles. Some got so disoriented they walked to a completely different wall. And even those whose aim was true still planted their tail nowhere near the right place. I winced involuntarily as I saw where one mare stuck the tail.

“Thanks, everypony!” Pinkie Pie said. “Now, let’s get to the second round!”

“Wait a minute!” I protested. “Don’t I get a try?”

Several ponies giggled. “You want to play?” one called.

“Oh, let him do it!” another replied.

I got the feeling there was some local joke I wasn’t in on, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I approached Pinkie Pie. With incredible speed, she secured the blindfold over my eyes. She placed the pin with the ersatz tail in my mouth. Then, she spun me around.

My pegasus instincts took over. I extended my wings slightly, feeling the flow of the air around me. In the skies, my worries would be colliding with an obstacle when flying through heavy fog or storm clouds. Here, the risks were less serious, but stickier. Slight flaps sent minuscule bursts of air forward, and the rebounding current warned me of how close I was getting to the wall. One wing touched the wall, the sensitive barbs finding one corner of the poster. I pictured it in my mind, an imaginary T-square like the one that made up my cutie mark positioned over it. I traced an invisible line, and then poked the pin into the wall.

“Woo hoo!” Pinkie Pie cheered. She ripped off my blindfold, and I saw I had pinned the tail almost perfectly.

“Way to go, T-Square!” one mare called.

“Looks like he gets a lot of practice,” one stallion replied.

“Hey, Tee, you play a lot of Pin the Tail on the Pony by yourself?” a second stallion yelled.

That got even more laughs out of the crowd. There’s definitely some in-joke I don’t know. But I enjoyed everypony having such a good time.

Pinkie Pie got the crowd’s attention. “Since nopony can top that, everypony else is fighting for second place! Now let’s figure out who’s coming back for the finals!”

I delivered a few hoof bumps as I headed back to the punch bowl. Cup in hoof, I settled in to watch the finals. Currently up was a light purple unicorn mare. Her name was something purple. Amethyst. That’s right, it’s Amethyst Star. She was one of the few ponies at the party wearing any clothes. The orange and yellow saddle on her back complemented her coat, and the yellow flower in her two-toned mane, just above her ear, tied it all together.

Amethyst Star ran muzzle-first into the wall, but she found the poster. I twitched an itching wing as she searched for the right place to pin the tail. Pinkie Pie grinned, switching her gaze rapidly between me and her, as we all waited for her choice.

Poke. In went the pin. Off came the blindfold. Amethyst Star saw she had placed the pin below the pony.

“Oooh, nice try! But it just might be good enough!” said Pinkie Pie, winking at her.

This silly game somehow kept our attention as each of the competitors made their final attempt to pin the tail on the pony. There were no more cupcakes to the face, no more epic failures, but no one got close. In the end, Pinkie Pie declared Amethyst Star the winner, using some scoring system only she understood.

“Last call for punch and cupcakes! The twins need their quiet time, so… until next party, everypony!” Pinkie Pie announced.

I couldn’t help but smile. I had a great time for my first evening in Ponyville.

“Wait up, T-Square!”

I turned, seeing Amethyst Star trotting up behind me. She carried something in her magenta magical aura.

“Is that… the Pin the Tail game?” I asked.

“It sure is!” she replied. “I may have won, but the game was honoring you. And don’t you want to keep practicing?” Amethyst Star snickered.

“Okay, I know I’m missing something here. What’s the joke?” I asked.

Amethyst Star smiled. “You’re a smart colt, Tee. Let’s see you put that Royal Canterlot University education to the test! Walk with me, and I’ll answer all your yes/no questions.”

“Are you from Ponyville?” I asked.

“Nope! I lived in Manehattan most of my life.”

“How long ago did you come here?”

“That’s not a yes/no question.”

True. There’s another way of getting the information I wanted, though. “When you arrived in Ponyville, did you have a Pinkie Pie party?”

“Yes.”

“Did you play Pin the Tail on the Pony?”

“Yes.”

“Was this same in-joke going on that day?”

“Yes.”

“Did you figure it out back then?”

“Oh, heck no!”

“But you do know what’s going on now.”

“Yes.”

I was stumped. My tail twitched as she held out the Pin the Tail game in front of her. The moonlight gleamed off the figure’s wings. Hmmm.

“At your party, was the Pin the Tail on the Pony figure a pegasus?”

“No.”

“A unicorn?”

“Yes.”

“A unicorn mare?”

“Yes.”

“Was it blue?”

“No.”

“Was it close to your coat color?”

“Yes.”

So the game is customized to the new pony. Was that just Pinkie Pie’s attention to detail? Or was there some other reason?

I realized we had stopped. We weren’t too far from central Ponyville. This area was mostly small shops with living quarters in the rear. We were standing at the back door of one of these shops.

“Is this your home?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you inviting me in?”

Amethyst Star smiled seductively. “Yes.”

I sat on Amethyst Star’s couch. She sat opposite me, an evil grin on her face. I looked into the glass of sarsaparilla and rum between my hooves. It did not hold the answers I sought.

“Okay, fine, I give up!” I said, finishing my drink. “I think Pinkie Pie runs her little game with a figure that resembles the guest of honor, but I can’t figure out why.”

“It’s not your typical foal’s game. The silhouette on the poster is actually magical, and it reacts when it recognizes a connection between two ponies, deep friendship, lust, even love,” she explained.

“So it’s kind of like… a matchmaker?” I said.

Amethyst Star nodded.

“So when I took my turn playing….”

Amethyst Star smiled. “It showed everypony what you’re really good at doing by yourself.”

“I… oh, Celestia, why didn’t somepony say something?”

“It’s just our way of welcoming you with laughter,” she replied. “Besides, I thought you’d look totally cute when flustered.”

I felt a little confused, a little surprised, and still a little embarrassed. In short, I felt flustered.

Amethyst Star hopped out of her chair and walked to me, planting a quick kiss on my lips. “I was right.”

The unicorn stepped back and trotted away. I rose, following her. The saddle she wore was the first thing I had noticed, and from my current vantage point, I could see how well it accentuated her… other assets. It hugged her curves, the little frills falling just short of covering the brilliant trio of gems that made up her cutie mark. With each step, her long mane and tail flicked and fell just so.

Was this all because of a magical game? One that sometimes just finds friends? I had to know for sure.

“Amethyst, how do you know for sure what kind of connection we have?”

“It’s pretty clear when you know how to play. You felt this while we were walking, right?” Amethyst Star levitated the poster where both of us could see it. She gently blew on the fake tail, and I felt my own tail twitch in the nonexistent wind. “That wouldn’t happen for two ponies who were just friends.”

She continued. “And during the second round, you noticed this, right?” She brushed her muzzle against the figure’s wings. A familiar itching returned to my wing.

“Oh, wow,” I said. “But....”

“And you feel this, right?” she interrupted. She traced her hoof along the bottom edge of the silhouette’s stomach, near its hind legs. Right where….

She was standing over there, but I could feel her hoof rub along my sheath. A pleasant warmth built as my member stiffened, poking out of my sheath.

“And how about this?” she said, running her tongue along the silhouette’s wing. My wings rose as a warm, wet, wonderful sensation covered the sensitive edge of my left wing.

“Ahh… do the other. Please!” I gasped.

With a smile and a slight shift of her tongue, I felt the warm strokes switch to my right wing. Both wings were fully erect, and her continuing hoofjob had my staff at full attention.

“Enough of that,” she said. Amethyst Star’s horn glowed, encompassing the silhouette in a magenta glow. At the same time, I felt the tingle of unicorn magic all over me. Lifting another pony is well beyond the average unicorn’s power, so I wondered what….

The pony silhouette was upended, and I followed, effortlessly being pulled into her bedroom while floating upside down. I barely got a chance to see her room—I noticed she also had a drafting table, with sketches, gems, and precious metals nearby—before being dropped onto the unicorn’s bed. My wings were splayed behind me, and my stallionhood was throbbing.

Amethyst Star dropped the Pin the Tail game on the ground, focusing on the real thing. She lowered her head to my crotch, and started a very slow, very deliberate lick. My cock twitched as she ran her tongue along its underside, from base to tip, finally lapping up a bead of precum.

“This tastes a lot better than paper,” she said, smiling.

She repeated her lick, ending with taking the tip of my member in her mouth. My hips bucked as I felt that wonderful wetness. The mare released my cock briefly as she crawled onto the bed over me and reversed her position. I couldn’t see, but definitely felt, as she encircled my member, her tongue circling my shaft as her lips moved further down.

Amethyst Star’s new position let me grab her flanks with my forehooves. I traced the glittering gems as I eased her other treasure to my muzzle. She was wet, her arousal evident in the moisture already dripping down her hind legs.

Returning the favor, I very slowly licked her slit, tracing her outer lips. She responded by pushing down. I merely exhaled, blowing warm air over her sensitive nethers. She shuddered, the shiver running along her whole body to her mouth, where I felt her heightened arousal.

My forehooves flicked the frilly skirt of her saddle as I extended my tongue again. It felt so dirty, so deliciously dirty, to pleasure a mare while she was still clothed. This time, I plunged deeper into her marehood, tasting her. Her juices reminded me of fresh mulberries, with a hint of exotic spice. As I stroked her inner walls, she tried to clench around my tongue. When the tip of my tongue brushed the stiff nub of her clit, she clenched again, her legs threatened to crush my head

Meanwhile, Amethyst Star continued her practiced strokes. Her lips were now reaching the base of my shaft as I felt the tip of my cock enter her throat. I was getting very close. I wanted to taste her at the same time as she tasted me. I redoubled my efforts, pressing my muzzle to her slit, thrusting my tongue as deep as it would go

As I gently flicked her clit when I withdrew my tongue, I felt her shudder. I inserted my tongue quickly, hoping to catch all of her sweet nectar. I felt myself tensing. Amethyst Star again brought her lips to the base of my shaft, and slowly exhaled. The cooler air flowing over my balls drove me over the edge, and jet after jet of jism coated her throat and palate.

Amethyst Star collapsed on me; we were one mass of tangled limbs, our coats covered with a sheen of sweat. We both breathed heavily. “That… that was great,” I gasped.

“Mm-hmm,” Amethyst Star moaned.

My head rolled to the side, and I stared off. I finally noticed I was looking at a stack of books and papers, stashed between the bed and nightstand. A little clutter never bothered me; I was just in college, after all.

Then I saw something yellow underneath the stack. Could it be? I reached over, and slid it out.

In my hoof, I held a yellow poster with the pink silhouette of a unicorn mare. Would it still work?

Time to find out.

Now that I could inspect this silhouette closer, I saw it was only attached to the poster at its center, allowing clear access to most of the figure. While the poster was thin but sturdy cardboard, the silhouette resembled wax paper, though thicker. It didn’t taste like much.

I found that out as I placed my lips over the silhouette’s horn.

“Ah!” Amethyst Star squealed.

I smiled. Looks like it still works.

I sucked the little paper horn, enabling me to see all of the effects of giving a unicorn a horn job. I could hear a faint buzzing as dim illumination collected around Amethyst Star’s horn. With each kiss, she gasped, and the glow brightened. She struggled to get to her hooves in between bursts of pleasure.

Eventually, Amethyst Star managed to turn around on the bed. Rising to her knees, she exerted all her willpower to reach forward and pull me to her. Also on my knees, I looked into her beautiful purple eyes.

She placed her forehoof on mine, pushing away the silhouette, and lowered her head.

I tentatively placed my mouth over her glowing horn. It was pleasantly warm, and buzzed in my mouth. The sensation reminded me of the effervescence of soda water, but a hundred times more satisfying. As my tongue circled her horn, I tasted the familiar flavor of mulberry, this time mixed with mint.

“You’re right. This does taste a lot better than paper,” I said after completing my first sampling.

I took her horn between my lips again, lowering myself carefully until I felt an unpleasant tickling at the back of my throat. I only got about three quarters of the way down her horn. With my tongue, I traced one spiral as I withdrew. She gasped in pleasure.

Determined to repay the favor she showed me, I focused on relaxing my throat as I went down on her horn. Maybe it was the tingling of her magic, maybe it was sheer willpower, but by the tenth lick, I no longer felt like gagging. My lips reached the felt where her horn met her scalp. I was close enough to smell the delicate fragrance of the flower she kept in her mane.

Amethyst Star moaned in pleasure as I continued my ministrations, enveloping her horn completely, and then tracing a different spiral each time I pulled back. As I shifted, my forehoof came to rest on her magical silhouette. She wanted her horn in my mouth, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use the silhouette in other ways.

I stroked the bottom of the silhouette, by its hind legs, as I sucked again. She gasped even louder, lifting her rump in the air, her tail raised. I matched my strokes to my licks. Soon, she was lost in pleasure, thrusting her horn into my mouth while bucking her hips, desperately trying to impale herself on my phantom hoof.

With a scream that surely woke the neighbors, Amethyst Star climaxed, her delicious magical energy filling my mouth. As soon as the final pulse passed, she pulled back and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue desperately probing me. Soon, we settled into a gentler but still passionate kiss. After several minutes, we broke the kiss. Our lips separated, with only a strand of saliva still connecting us.

“I love the way we taste together,” she whispered, before going in for another kiss.

Amethyst Star ran her hooves over my body, and I did the same. I slid one hoof under her saddle. I looked in her eyes, and she smiled and nodded. With her tacit approval, I untied her saddle, gently lifting it off her.

As we kissed again, Amethyst Star reached her forelegs around my neck, pulling me forward as she leaned back on the bed. “Please, no magical toys this time,” she pleaded. “I just want the real thing. I just want you.”

Another quick kiss, and I shifted my position, looking down at this mare. She lay sprawled, sweating and panting, strands of her violet mane plastered to her face. It was the most beautiful sight a stallion could hope for. Her hind legs were spread, her tail to one side, her nether lips swollen. I could see the heat coming from them. I gently rubbed her teats as I went in for another taste. Her tunnel tried to seize my tongue again.

I crawled forward, placing small kisses up Amethyst Star’s belly as I went. She cooed with each gentle kiss. By the time my mouth returned to hers, my shaft was rubbing against her lower lips. I slowly edged my hardness into her slippery tunnel. She moaned.

I continued with slow and steady strokes. It was my turn to gasp as I felt her hooves stroke my flared wings, threatening to send me over the edge. Even with the wonderful feelings coming from my wings and cock, I focused on the beautiful mare beneath me. My tongue fought hers for domination. My hooves gently traced her curves.

I changed my angle of attack, adding a new and pleasant friction to each thrust. I took Amethyst Star’s throaty growl as a sign she approved. I moved faster, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting hilt-deep. After a few more strokes, she wrapped her hind legs around my rump, pulling me in deeper. Her breaths came in shorter and shorter gasps as she felt even hotter to me.

Suddenly, she clutched her forelegs tightly around the base of my wings. She clenched around me as I felt her juices coat my shaft and soak my crotch.

Amethyst Star gave one last stroke to my wings as I felt myself tense. I plunged in as deep as I could as I climaxed, my seed pulsing into this mare, my beautiful gem.

We basked in the afterglow. I relished the feeling of our closeness, the warmth remaining as my cock softened. I pulled out of her and turned to my side. She turned as well, embracing me. My eyes closed as we kissed.

I awoke to a most beautiful sight, the violet eyes of my lover. We were still in each other’s forelegs, my wing wrapped around her like a blanket. The early rays of Celestia’s sun illuminated the room, but Amethyst Star would have glowed even if the sky were cloudy.

“Morning,” she said, smiling.

“Morning,” I replied. I looked at the mess of the room, pointing to the floor, where the cutout with her image rested atop the cutout with mine. “Looks like our doppelgangers had the same idea.”

“Mmm, I think that was all us,” Amethyst Star replied.

“Us,” I said. “What does this mean for us? I’d really like to get to know you better. Not that last night wasn’t a wonderful introduction, but I’m not used to starting a relationship this way.”

“Yes, I still want there to be an us,” she replied. “We may have been introduced by the magic of the one pony who wants more than anything for everypony to be as happy as her, but these feelings are real. She just skipped us past all the normal awkwardness and self-doubt. These feelings may not last, but we’ll figure that out in the natural way, just like anypony.”

I looked at her drafting table. “You design jewelry?” I asked.

Amethyst Star nodded. “After discovering my talent, I spent a lot of time apprenticed to other gem cutters and jewelers in Manehattan. But it’s an expensive place to strike out on your own.”

“You came here for work? I can understand that,” I said.

“Through the grapevine, I had heard of a young unicorn with a talent for finding gems and a passion for high fashion. If she could pursue her dream in Ponyville, then so could I. Besides, Rarity’s talent means I have access to gems for a discounted price.”

Rarity. Another one of the Elements of Harmony. Just yesterday, meeting one of them left me star-struck.

Today? I’ve found my own star.

Author's Note

So... I wrote clop.

I didn't expect I'd ever write clop. Not that I have anything against clop, as my favorites list will suggest, it's just I'm not interested in writing pure clop. The clop would have to be relevant to the story. And how likely was I to have a story idea like that?

Well, on Monday, I got that story idea. And so here it is.

I would have preferred my first attempt at writing clop not involve an OC, since it's likely to attract automatic downvotes, but given the plot, an OC made the most sense.