In which a terrible pun was made
(This story’s goal is to create a fantasy like situation based on this picture, as accurately depicting said picture as possible. This is my first clop story. I am writing it with my goal being to gain experience in writing clop as well as because the story wouldn’t leave my head)
First Aid’s first gay kit
It was a bright, sunny day out. Young foals could be seen running between the many houses of Manehatten, shouting and laughing. Young couples occupied the benches, giggling and nuzzling each other when they thought nopony was watching. It was a good day to be outside relaxing under the sun.
Sadly, First Aid didn’t have the time to lie in the sun. He was on his way to the Manehatten chariot port with every intention of catching the next ride to Canterlot. To him, however, the situation couldn’t be better. He had recently received his letter of acceptance to Canterlot’s university for gifted unicorns, and was bouncing down the street with his luggage floating alongside him, eager to begin his training in doctoring. The unicorn could already imagine it; hundreds of Equestria’s elite all gathered together to learn and share their knowledge.
He was, however, in no particular rush. There would be a dozen flights leaving over the course of the day, and he was bound to make one of them. As he passed an alleyway, he glanced left and right to make sure nopony was watching him before inconspicuously sliding into the shadows. He dropped his luggage and smiled deviously, opening one of the three suitcases. Inside was his emergency first-aid kit. He frowned and closed the suitcase back up, reaching for the second. This one contained some bits, basic toiletries, and a scarf in case it got cold. First Aid’s frown deepened for a moment before brightening as he took hold of the final suitcase.
Inside were six objects. The first and least notable was a towel that looked to be very well taken care of. It was placed very carefully, so that it hid the rest of the contents without hinting at what they could be. First Aid took the towel out and placed it carefully on top of his suitcase so it wouldn’t touch the ground, then eagerly surveyed the rest of his material.
The first thing he admired was the big, dark grey dildo. Firm, but still manageable, it stood tall and proud at nine inches long, two and a quarter wide. Light grey at the tip, it darkened as it reached the medial ring until it was almost black. The base, which had a set of fake balls, was concave, allowing First Aid to stick the dildo to a flat surface when he needed its services. The dildo had been the first thing to ever penetrate him, and remained his favorite toy, as he suspected it would for ever.
The second thing to catch his eye was the large pink dildo. Although at the moment it was notably smaller: only about six inches long and an inch and a half wide, it was special in the fact that he could alter its size with magic. The pink dildo could grow up to double its size, making it a foot long and three inches thick. First Aid loved it, but considering the amount of control he had over the toy, he never quite got the same feeling of submission that the grey dildo invoked.
Next to the pair of dildos was First Aid’s only butt plug. It was puny compared to the dildos; only about 4 inches long and one and a half wide, but it had the advantage of being wearable in public. The unicorn had never actually worn it where other ponies could see him, but he knew that one day he would be out and about with only his tail covering the small black toy.
Finally, First Aid smiled down at the specially made cum-lube. It was, as its name suggested, lube that resembled cum in its colour, texture and viscosity. He opened one of the two bottles and inhaled. It was lightly perfumed with a safe, herb based formula.
First Aid returned the towel to its proper place, content that his supplies were all present and undamged. He was eagerly anticipating the fun he would have whenever his roommate left, unless of course he got lucky and wound up with a gay roommate. Should that be the case, he sincerely hoped the stallion was a dominant type.
He continued on his way, arriving in early afternoon. The unicorn eagerly wove his way up to the ticket booth. His timing, however, was rather unfortunate; he’d just missed a flight and would have to wait three hours for the next one. This didn’t faze the strapping young stallion, who bought his ticket and made his way towards the waiting area with grace, thanking the Pegasus who was running the booth. First Aid’s day was going so perfectly, and nothing in his mind could possibly put a damper on it.
That is, until he reached the security hall.
It was a brand new renovation for the chariot ports. Ever since one pesky earth pony had been caught trying to smuggle illegal plant life onto a flight, all passengers and their luggage had to be searched, to insure a repeat accident couldn’t occur.
Poor First Aid hadn’t been made aware of this change. As such, when his turn came and the royal guard’s pony asked to search his luggage, First Aid began to worry.
“W-why would you need to do that?” He stammered.
The guard unicorn calmly explained the new procedure. “It is now mandatory for a luggage to be screened to insure no pony is carry illegal or dangerous items into the chariots.” Sadly, the explanation didn’t alleviate First Aid’s fears at all.
“There are, um, things in there I’d rather not be shown to the general public…” He said, fidgeting nervously as he glanced over his suitcases as he tried to pass a hint to the guard.
After a moment of confusion, the guard managed to put two and two together. “Very well. Follow me and I’ll take you to a private room.”
Breathing a huge sigh of relief, First Aid followed the other unicorn out of the line and into a short hallway. The pair trotted to the final door on the left. The guard knocked twice. After waiting for an answer, which was not presented, he led First Aid inside.
Through the trip, First Aid had taken the opportunity to get a good look at the stallion. He was tall; probably a hooflength or two taller than the medical unicorn. He had a sort of charcoaly-grey coat, which looked surprisingly good on him, and two-tone mane: white with light grey stripes. He was wearing a headpiece that appeared to be made of gold and was polished to perfection, shining in any light. Around his tail was wrapped a thin strip of teal cloth, the colour of the Manehatten royal guard division. By comparison, First Aid’s dull orange-red coat and dull blond hair seemed, well, even duller.
First Aid’s eyes had, at some point, drifted downwards. Due to the tail tie he was wearing, the guard’s special private spot was rather easy to see, and First Aid couldn’t help but steal a glance. The guard’s bottom was squeaky clean, his tailhole a slightly darker colour than the rest of him. Beneath his legs his balls hung low and heavy, and his sheath seemed to be hiding a very sizable piece of meat.
First Aid felt his own blood pumping and quickly averted his eyes, trying desperately to prevent a very awkward situation from getting any weirder. Instead, he focused his eyes on the room they were in.
The guard, First Aid decided, had a very warped sense of privacy. The room had a wall-sized window, and anypony outside would have had an easy time seeing them, if it weren’t for the fact that they were on the second floor. Next to the mirror were pleasant diamond patterned walls, sporting a pretty blue over dark blue design. The floor was a sandy beige, as was the ceiling, and the only furniture in the room was a table set right in the middle.
“My name is Officer Fire Pit.” The guard began, a friendly smile on his face as he stretched out his hoof. He was clearly trying to make the coming development as easy as possible for First Aid. The latter shook hooves with the grey unicorn, who gestured at the table.
“Alright, let me see.”
First Aid swallowed nervously and nodded, dropping his three suitcases next to the table and levitating the first one onto it. He opened it and revealed his bits, toiletries and scarf. The guard rushed through the items briefly and then nodded and gestured for the red stallion to continue.
The second suitcase took a bit longer. The guard insisted on checking each different part of the first aid kit to make sure there wasn’t any illicit product disguised as medicine. He opened each box, felt each roll of gauze, and even used a bit of the disinfectant. “We have to be thorough.” He said as he worked. “The last time a young colt died because he was allergic to the smuggled drug-plant.”
Once he was sure the case was legitimate, he closed it and signalled for the final suitcase. First Aid put it on the table, but he couldn’t open it. The guard peered at him confusedly as he stood frozen with his hooves on the latches. When a whole minute had passed, the guard coughed lightly.
“First Aid, was it?” He asked, to which he received a nod. “I’m not sure what you’re hiding in here, but so long as it’s legal, you’ll have nothing to fear from me. I won’t judge you, I promise.” He gave the red unicorn the warmest smile he could manage, and First Aid gulped and sighed, finally flipping the clasps open.
The guard opened the third suitcase slowly. First Aid watched his face as it registered confusion, and then slowly began glowing red as he removed the towel. First Aid could feel his own cheeks begin heating up as the guard removed the grey dildo and turned it over in his hooves, examining it from every angle. He was very professional, managing to keep his face emotionless after the initial surprise, although he couldn’t hide his glowing cheeks. The grey unicorn slowly replaced the first dildo and removed the second, looking it over as he had with the first. He repeated his actions with the lube and the butt plug, and then finally the towel.
At last, the guard let out a sigh. “I’ll be honest; I wasn’t expecting this at all. Still, I won’t judge you, at least not negatively. If anything, it shows a lot of courage.” He smiled warmly again, and then his face turned serious. “Unfortunately, items such as these could easily be concealing something in their centers, with the flesh having been constructed around them.”
First Aid was about to speak, but the guard held up a hoof. “Please let me finish. When the fakes are made, they don’t usually take functionality into account. In other words, they’re super uncomfortable, and no stallion in his right mind would consider using one. I think you can imagine where I’m going with this…”
First Aid, whose mind had re-entered the same state of panic as before, did not initially understand, and shook his head to demonstrate this fact.
“I can’t let you take these aboard the chariot unless you prove they’re real dildos.” He said bluntly.
First Aid was now blushing crimson. “Y-y-you w-want m-me to…”
“Use them, in front of me, yes. That is exactly what I need you to do if you want to bring these with you to Canterlot.” He said evenly.
First Aid’s mouth gaped slightly as he nodded. “I g-guess I can do that…” He took his suitcase back and grabbed the grey dildo and his cum-lube.
As he slowly spread his lube across the dildo, First Aid couldn’t help but notice his sheath twitch and begin to grow. ‘This is so embarrassing…’ He thought, until he realised that the other stallion probably had it worse off. The guard would have to watch First Aid play with his toys, and judging by the lack of movement downstairs, the guard was either straight or very well trained.
First Aid returned his attention to his dildo. His tailhole felt tighter than a vice grip, and he had to remind himself to relax or the next few minutes would be excruciatingly painful. He poured on double the usual quantity of lube, keeping it concentrated near the tip, and took some deep breaths. Finally, when the thing was so slippery he had trouble holding it, the red unicorn stuck it to the floor and lined it up with his butt.
He pressed down slowly, unable at first to get it in. He took a few more deep breaths, closing his eyes and picturing himself alone. He could feel his fears slipping away as the dildo worked its magic.
He could feel the tip start to poke around and spread his hole, and his mental image started to change. Instead of seeing himself alone, First Aid was sitting on top on the guard pony’s meat. Fire Pit was lying on his back, watching him with a smug smile. His hooves trailed down First Aid’s sides, brushing over them with a strong, firm grip that demonstrated his superiority. As the guard reached his hips, he took hold of them and pushed down.
Suddenly, the whole tip slipped in, and First Aid moaned at the wonderful feeling that only a big, meaty stallion dick could procure. He took it slow, as always with the first thrust, moving down the shaft inch by inch. It felt bigger than he was used to, and the gay stallion lost himself in the feeling, completely forgetting where he was as he growled and cooed.
Finally, he felt his butt cheeks touch against the medial ring. The feeling snapped First Aid out of his reverie, and he realised how weird he must have looked. He opened his eyes to ask the guard if the demonstration had been enough, only to find his vision blocked by a bigger, warmer, pink and black version of the dildo.
The guard’s shaft was easily a foot long and three inches thick; the same as his red dildo. The fact should have given him confidence, but poor First Aid had never managed to get the phallus to its full size inside of him.
The red unicorn’s eyes slowly made their way up from the love pole. He saw Fire Pit with the same cocky smile as he’d had in the red stallion’s imagination. “Don’t stop now; it was just getting to the good part.”
If First Aid had been nervous before, he was downright terrified now. The only things he’d ever played with were toys; he had no idea how to treat a real stallion’s dick. Then again, everypony had to start somewhere…
First Aid reached out with his hooves, which were still covered in lube, and started rubbing the cock. He took the tip and slowly worked his way down, marveling at just how big it was, and he hoped it would fit inside. Once he reached the base, he pumped his hooves back up, causing a drip of pre to leak out. The red stallion darted forward and managed to catch the small tease of what was to come. It wasn’t, however, enough to taste properly.
Above him, Fire Pit groaned in approval and humped forward. First Aid’s head jerked back slightly as a few inches of hot, juicy penis were forced into his mouth. It was so big! First Aid felt like his mouth was being stuffed full. Having been unprepared, he coughed a bit, trying to reorient himself. Once he was back in control, the red unicorn pulled back, running his tongue on the underside of Fire Pit’s dick until he reached the head. He sucked on it a few times and ran his tongue around the whole thing before thrusting forward, managing to take about half the shaft and stopping when it hit the back of his throat.
Fire Pit moaned again, bucking his hips and slapping his meat against the back of First Aid’s throat. He gagged, but managed to keep his lips wrapped tight. The feeling was heavenly! First Aid had never imagine how good GIVING a blowjob could feel. It was like sucking on a nice, warm, fleshy popsicle. He just couldn’t get enough! The red unicorn pulled back, drawing out a whine from the guard above him. First Aid sucked hard on the tip, licking all around it, and then took his mouth off as he worked the shaft with his hooves.
“You like that, don’t you big boy?” He teased, all nervousness forgotten.
Fire Pit lifted a hoof and placed it on First Aid’s head. First Aid opened his mouth, but instead of being jerked forward, he felt Fire Pit push down on him. The red unicorn gasped as the dildo pressed deeper inside him. The guard thrust back in his mouth, choking him, and started to jerk his head back and forth, moaning and thrusting his hips forward.
First Aid was in heaven and hell. His butt was being stretched too deeply, and yet it felt perfect, like the dildo wanted to go further and his ass wanted it in deeper. The guard’s shaft was blocking off his throat so he couldn’t breathe, and yet First Aid felt wonderful, like right now his only job was to make Fire Pit feel as good as possible.
Finally, with a roar of lust, the grey unicorn slammed First Aid’s head as far as it would go, spraying a huge wad of spunk down his throat. First Aid spluttered as he felt warm cum fill his belly, trying desperately to pull in a breath before he fainted as his vision was filled with sweaty guard crotch. A second burst quickly followed the first, and Fire Pit held the red unicorns head in a vice grip, jerking his hips back and forward, drawing every last bit of pleasure he could get out of First Aid’s throat.
First Aid pushed against the guard’s legs, but to no avail. His lungs were burning and his ass felt like it was being torn open. His vision started to blur as his eyes watered. Completely stuck, the only thing First Aid could do was reach down to his own pulsing cock and stroke it.
At last, when his orgasm ended, Fire Pit pulled back. His dick swung out of First Aid’s mouth, still hard and covered with spit and cum. First Aid choked down huge lungfuls of air, coughing and hacking, as Fire Pit tapped his back gently, a mellow grin on his face.
“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” He said, petting First Aid’s head. “Good boy. You deserve a treat for that.”
While the red unicorn panted on the ground, Fire Pit reached for the dildo, which had come unstuck, and pulled it out gently. First Aid moaned and shuddered, still trying to breathe normally. He couldn’t understand why, but for some reason the feeling of being gagged on the guard’s dick felt… great. Not physically, but in some warped, twisted sense of lust, First Aid enjoyed letting the grey unicorn take control.
Fire Pit started rubbing the red unicorn’s sore bottom. “C’mon sexy, get on your hooves so I can make you feel better than any dildo ever could.” His voice was kind yet firm, and First Aid eagerly stumbled upright, his tail lifted and swung to the side.
Fire Pit waited for a moment, admiring the lube-covered opening that would soon try its best to contain his girt. Smiling devilishly, he pawed a hoof along the red unicorn’s cutie mark, causing First Aid to moan again. Trailing it back towards his hole and then down to his balls, the grey unicorn caressed the pair, his touch exceedingly gentle. The red unicorn squirmed, whining impatiently.
“Feels like you’re full to bursting. Don’t worry though; if you live through the first thrust, I’m sure you’ll get off.”
With that, Fire Pit hopped up and dropped himself on First Aid’s back. The red stallion collapsed under the sudden increase in weight, squeaking in fear and confusion as he tumbled to the floor along with the guard.
First Aid ended up flat on his tummy with Fire Pit stuck on top of him. He could feel his pole pressing painfully against the floor, and the grey unicorn’s sandwiched between them.
“Sorry.” Fire Pit said, getting up. “I thought you’d have a bit more muscle than that.”
First Aid felt himself being picked up in a magic aura and squeaked again.
“Oh hush.” The guard chastised as he dropped the red stallion on the table. Grunting, Fire Pit mounted the other unicorn again, who was now lying down. First Aid meeped as he felt the much heavier, much more muscled guard drop on him once more, and then again as he felt Fire Pit’s huge love machine slap his butt.
“Honestly, you sound like a mouse.” The guard said, rubbing the tip of his shaft up and down First Aid’s rear. “Are you ready to be taken by a real stallion, little colt?”
The red unicorn’s mouth hung open as he felt some minor pressure against his tailhole. “I-it’s not gonna fit!” He cried, momentarily forgetting they were surrounded by hundreds of ponies.
“Shhh, don’t worry; I’ll make it fit.” Fire Pit grabbed a bottle of cum lube, pouring a generous amount on both his love pole and First Aid’s backdoor. He spread it around with a few quick strokes before pressing his dick back against its new, temporary sheath. He passed First Aid his towel. “You might wanna bite down on that.”
The red unicorn did as he was told, trying his best to calm down his tightly clenched pucker. As Fire Pit started pushing, First Aid grit his teeth, feeling his hole trying to reject the invader. The guard wouldn’t have it; he clenched his jaw and shoved forward. First Aid’s mouth split open in a silent scream as he felt his butt widen to accommodate the giant tool. His eyes rolled back in their sockets and he whinnied like a filly, groaning in pain.
Fire Pit groaned as well. “You’re so Celestia be damned tight!” He gasped, thrusting his rod halfway in. The guard stopped, sighing blissfully. “It’s so warm and tight and awesome! I’m gonna bust a nut.”
First Aid was panting, a tear slowly leaking down his cheek. He felt like he was being torn apart. “Oh Celestia; you’re going to kill me!” He cried.
“You’ll get used.” Fire Pit pulled back slowly, and the pair moaned again, one in pleasure, the other pain. “Oh baby, that’s good. I’m gonna pound you so hard you’ll be stuck on my dick forever!”
The grey unicorn thrust back in, then out, and in again, until he had worked up a nice, slow pace. He was panting, groaning, and cursing. He didn’t care if anypony heard. He could feel every inch of First Aid’s cave squeezing and rubbing up against his dick. His tongue hung out the side of his mouth as he leaned forward, putting all of his weight on the poor red stallion. Fire Pit started biting the other unicorn’s neck, slowly making his way up to First Aid’s muzzle.
On the other hoof, First Aid was finally getting used to the monster in his belly. His groans of pain turned to moans of pleasure, his clenched teeth into panting. He began pushing back, helping Fire Pit reach deeper, and brought his hooves down to his own cock. The red unicorn started jerking himself off, matching his pace with that of his partner.
As Fire Pit reached First Aid’s head, he increased his pace, pumping twice as fast. He could feel the red unicorn’s walls clenching and releasing as First Aid pushed and pulled with him. Fire Pit bit down on First Aid’s ear, tugging on it gently.
“Ahh!” First Aid cried out. He’d never known ears could be so sensitive! “I’m gonna...!” He moaned, finishing his sentence with a girly gasp. His dick spasmed, spraying his cum all over the table and chest and hooves. First Aid flopped down into a pool of his own semen, his tailhole clamping down hard on Fire Pit’s stallionhood.
“Gah!” The guard shouted his only warning as he buried himself as deep as he could inside First Aid, spraying every last drop of spunk he had left in the red unicorn’s stomach. Fire Pit gave a few last, feeble thrusts before collapsing on top of his impromptu lover, his lips parted in a vacant smile.
First Aid lay under the grey unicorn, panting hard; partly because of his recent orgasm and partly because of how heavy Fire Pit was. He could feel the guard’s shaft slowly retracting its way back into its owner’s sheath, giving First Aid one last teasing thrust. Just before it was about to pop out, however, Fire Pit thrust forward again, keeping just the last little bit left to block the exit. First Aid was too tired to question this, until he felt the penis slip out and something else be shoved in in its place.
The red unicorn heard a grunt, and he felt Fire Pit slowly heave himself off and back to his hooves. While he lay there panting, First Aid watched the guard, marveling at the amazing stamina that allowed him two orgasms and the ability to keep going. Fire Pit took the towel and began cleaning himself off. Once he finished, he picked First Aid up in his magic, cleaning his chest and hooves, and the table. He then wiped the dildo clean and returned it to its box, along with the lube and the towel on top.
“Very good, citizen. I see you are of no danger to our chariots. You may proceed.” He stated, his voice back to its commanding-yet-warm tone.
First Aid stood up on wobbly legs, glancing backwards. “What did you..?”
The guard showed him his suitcase, from which a certain butt plug was conspicuously absent. “Better keep that thing in, or you might go leaking in the chariot.” He said with a devious smile.
First Aid wiggled his butt and, in fact, could feel the liquids sloshing around inside himself, as well as the plug holding them in. “Thank you for your approval, good sir.” He said, gathering up his belongings. “I will make my way to the loading station immediately.”
The guard nodded and opened the door, gesturing him to go through. As the red unicorn passed by, Fire Pit leaned down. “I’m moving back to Canterlot next month, and I’ll be working at the chariot port there. Just some food for thought.” He said as he led First Aid back out to the screening room, opening the gate to let him into the waiting room for the chariot.
“I’ll keep my eyes open.” He smiled, waving as he trotted off to his chariot.
‘Maybe, if I don’t like my roommate, I can move in with a friend.’ He thought, his goofy smile and waddling back legs attracting the eyes of more than one pony.
Author's Note
If you're willing, please tell me about what you liked/disliked.
Sorry it took so long; I finished it but still had to edit it, and now I don't like it much anymore. Hope I'm the only one.
Thanks to a bunch of people: Scribble ScriptKnight of Cerebus. I know there was one more but his name escapes me.
-Mavinator5
