"Huff... Huff... Oh yeah that's the spot! OH YES DAT PONY FLANK! Oh yes Fluttershy, UH! UH!" In the throes of his orgasm, 30-year-old Stuart Dalton had no intention of making the whole process quiet as he rubbed his throbbing member repetitively with his right hand, eyes glued to the screen of his computer. He passed his hand over his spiky and short blond hair with his left hand, which abruptly shot down afterwards to clutch the rear of his My Little Pony soft toy pony, Flutttershy, with belligerence. On the computer screen was a paragraph of an erotic fanfiction story by the name of "The single best FlutterDash in the history of the Internet" and it didn't disappoint Dalton, who was on the precipice of unloading his seed. Dalton was quite the looker; beneath the black rimmed glasses he wore was a pristine, wide set face, accompanied by a set of gleaming blue eyes, a nose that was not too wide or narrow, and thin lips that framed a toothy, white smile as he grinned pervertedly at the "clopfic" he was masturbating to. He anticipated his climax, and with a swipe of his hand relocated his Fluttershy doll beneath the tip of his member and rubbed twice as hard.

"OHHHH FUCK YES!!" The scream shook his apartment as he came onto the innocent looking pony toy, his goo covering Fluttershy's half lidded eyes. The scene was watched by rows of soft toy ponies that gazed nonchalantly from their perch on his closet against the wall to his left. His desk with his computer was laid against one wall, his room windows were on his right, behind him was a well made bed with pony memorabilia e.g. a Rarity blanket, Twilight Sparkle bolster and pillow, and to his left was practically a pony toy paradise. With 5 shelves, each boasting a row of 10 ponies with fluffy manes, his bookshelf (cleared for making room for toy ponies) was his pride and joy; it was the fruits of 2 years of toy collecting and was the first thing he'd show off to visitors, brony or not. Not to mention, he'd keep his sex toys such as fleshlights on the same shelves, at times stuffing the heads of the ponies down the fleshlight slits, right after his own, rather short extension entered. In his closet he hid an impressive collection of My Little Pony related books, and a stack of paper containing works that he penned down himself; Stories when he was on the road, poems, or even song lyrics and guitar chords, which all pertained to My Little Pony. His guitar, leaning against his closet, was studded with fake blue diamonds and had stickers of My Little Pony characters pasted on it, most commonly Rarity the fashion pony.

At present, Dalton had a sheepish grin on his face as he quickly extracted a sheet of tissue paper from his trusty Twilight Sparkle tissue box, proceeding to dab Fluttershy's eyes of his load. A true freak of nature, even to fellow bronies, Stuart Dalton would masturbate, or clop, onto every single one of his soft toys. He called it his Sloppy Cloppy Time, and as a result of his diligent practice of clopping, his soft toys had fur much whiter than they were when he bought them, even Rarity's.

After he recovered from his high, Dalton went back to his computer and cancelled the clopfic page, and surfed Youtube, reaching for his Pinkie Pie soft toy. He was starting on a MLP video marathon, and for each episode, he'd pull out a pony soft toy that was a main character of the episode (not a wonder that Twilight Sparkle had the brightest coat of all his toy ponies). Then, he'd rub the pony against his Southern Stallion as he watched the episode, his clopfic corrupted mind inundating his mind with twisted scenarios as the episode played on. The episode he was tuned on to was Season 2, Episode 18, or A Friend In Deed. As "The Smile Song" came on, he started rubbing furiously as Pinkie walked around PonyVille spreading joy and kindness.

"Smiiiiiiiiile! Come on and Smiiiiiiile!" The song was nearing its end, and Dalton's upper row of teeth clenched his lower lip as his member's tip leaked out pre-ejaculatory fluid. However, the end never came, with Pinkie stuck at sustaining the word 'Smile'. Dalton cocked an eyebrow and shook the screen, suspecting that a crash occurred on the computer. He whacked the screen for a good minute, then resigned as he reached for the 'off' button, a scowl of disappointment on his face as he slid his softening wood back into its home, and begun to seal the entrance with a zip. Just before he flicked the switch off on his adventure of arousal, there was a cacophonous series of crashes, sounding very much like glass breaking, accompanied by cymbal crashes and vibrant drumming. Dalton, utterly consternated, fled into a corner of the room and cowered, embracing and rubbing his Pinkie Pie plushie on his semi-hard pecker.

"Hey friend! 'fraid we gotta skip the pleasantries, duty ca-- Hey is that a minie-me??? I've always WANTED a minie me!!! Gosh minie-me, your coat's a little white, don'tcha think? It's like rarity with my hair-do OH MY GOSH I've never tried to imagine tha-- AYYY!! Don't thug so hard, Twi! I know it's only got a few minutes, But I've met a minie-me and I really can--"

"P-Pinkie Pie?" Dalton stuttered, his jaw on the floor. Dalton couldn't fathom it; Of all fourth walls to break, Pinkie had to barge through his monitor. She had her hoofs splayed out in front of her like she was preparing to give a hug, and her entry left shards of glass on Dalton's desk and floor from the ruined monitor, and streamers were launched into every nook and cranny of his room. Party music was coming from a technicolour portal that Pinkie emerged from. A portal...

"Come on in, friend! Hee hee!" Dalton didn't need to be told twice, getting onto his legs and sprinting to his computer, in his excitement lacerating his bare feet with shards of glass and leaving his Pinkie Pie plushie back in his room. With a giggling Pinkie Pie at his side, he entered a world of colour, not so different from what one experiences in an LSD-induced mental journey. The look on his face was a mix of wonder and disbelief, like a child discovering his toys walking on their own accord on a random day; he was about to experience the magic of friendship, no doubt about that.

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The experience was nothing short of nauseating; It was like being tossed into a churning sea of rocks, as Dalton experienced multiple forces punching at every inch of his body. He was grateful when his feet met the ground, though his thorax was devoid of reliable air to pant with, his legs were getting weak enough to give way and his mind was groggy. Dalton lost his composure and immediately flopped to the floor. He refused to open his fatigued eyes, and relied on his other senses to imagine what was going on. Vibrations resounded through the ground, short, brief ones which he guessed was the merry hop of Pinkie Pie. His ears were rendered temporarily deaf from the less than comfortable journey through the portal but they were recovering slowly, though he quickly wished they hadn't. The shrill voice of his pink companion steadily grew more audible as he picked himself off the floor.

"Oh hiiiiiiii Mr. Dee, welcome to PonyVille! You've been brought here against your will to do a heroic deed for us, doesn't that sound fun!! We're gonna rock and roll all night and party every day and party every night and rock and roll all day and party every roll and rock every day and night and roll and rock the night while partying the day!!" She led off an impeccably pronounced stream of words as she hopped a circle around Dalton, who was already on his feet. Then something came to his mind.

"You know my name?" Dalton gasped in a gruff baritone, his voice still quite hoarse from the beating in the portal. He rubbed and opened his battered eyelids and observed his surroundings; he was in a room, where branches hung from the ceiling and there were shelves of books on most of the corners of the room. A large circular machine with a technicolour swirl was present before him, most obviously the time machine. Or was it a dimension crossing machine?

"Hey Pinkie! Pick him up and let's go!" A stern voice came from the door on the corner behind him. Dalton suddenly felt a violent tug on his arm as Pinkie Pie's surprisingly strong grip ushered him towards the door. Dalton got a good look at Pinkie Pie; it was so surreal. Seeing a large eyed, pink pony awed him beyond words, but it wasn't her eyes he was looking at; he was scrutinizing the three balloons on a flawless flank. Despite his tumble in the portal, his drive and lust hadn't been knocked out of him just yet, as he licked his lips at the thought of smacking and entering that round, plump a--

"Welcome Stuart Dalton! I am Princess Celestia and these are my loyal subjects! This is a highly classified mission which we direly require you to undertake! If you six would so kindly introduce yourselves." The majestic white alicorn, who was the bringer of light for all of Equestria, was sitting before him, flanked (hehe, flank) by 6 smaller beings, the sisterhood of ponies known as the Mane Six, all of whom were staring at him with the most curious of dinnerplate eyes. Except for one, a yellow pegasus who immediately darted behind the other ponies at the sight of him. The ponies and Dalton were in a large circular room, with bookshelves everywhere and windows that were continuous with the circumference of the roof. This was too many things to fathom for his brony fanboy mind; it was any brony's dream come true, to discover that Equestria actually existed. And Dalton was the luckiest brony of all of them. Just as a cyan pegasus with a rainbow mane stepped forward, Dalton instinctively piped up.

"No need, Princess, I know all of your names," Dalton immediately regretted his words as he saw them as an act of defiance against the Princess, who had a great air of authority about her.

"Oh, we insist! Name's Rainbow Dash! Best flyer in all of Equestria and the most AWESOME pony you'll ever meet!" Celestia, with her mouth agape in preparation of responding to Dalton, was interrupted by Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash smiled and winked at the princess, and proceeded to fly up to Dalton to shake his hand (more of Dalton gripping her hoof). The hoof felt fuzzy and warm. Hehe, that's how I like them, Dalton thought in his twisted mind. Celestia's mouth broke into a smile, and tapped the purple unicorn on her left on the shoulder, who broke out of her reverie of inspecting Dalton.

"I'm Twilight Sparkle, owner of the library we're in. I'll be your guide around Equestria for the time you have with us!" Dalton looked around, and realized; this was Twilight Sparkle's treehouse! It was hard to identify initially, because things in this dimension had a rounder appearance, like a two dimensional portrait transformed into a three dimensional one. Twilight came over, a confident stride in her step and Dalton gingerly shook her hoof. A unicorn with brilliant white fur and stylishly arranged hair walked daintily up to him next.

"Rarity. And I must say, your lack of hair is nothing short of... amazing," commented Rarity, sarcasm conspicuous in her voice. This earned the glare of the other 5 ponies, but also the warm chuckle of Celestia as she sensed the hint of a smile on Dalton's lips. After Dalton shook her hoof, A blonde maned pony with an orange coat and a mane tied up in a pony tail and a Stetson hat sitting on her head strode up to Dalton, unfazed, as if she was addressing a friend.

"Howdy, mah name's Applejack, how'd ya do?" Applejack said in her Southern accent, which earned an unenthusiastic "great" from Dalton. Dalton was slowly warming up to the idea that he was in a different dimension, one with ponies and their hot flanks, teasing him as they were merely feet away, juicy prey which he could easily grab and--

"Um... um.... I'm F-F-Fluttershy. I like animals. Bye...." A pony with a creamy yellow coat addressed Dalton meekly and briefly, and had obviously been hiding behind the other five ponies for the whole ordeal. She proceeded to rush back to the company of the rest of the Mane Six, but before she could, another rush of instinct hit Dalton as he pounced forward and grabbed Fluttershy by the shoulder, eliciting a shrill squeak from the pony. The rest of the Mane Six looked with shock at his sudden action, as Dalton gulped in anxiety.

"Hey, we didn't shake er... hooves yet," Dalton said, his confidence rising. If there was any pony to make him feel confident, it was Fluttershy; everyone was confident compared to her. It was a quick shake, with Fluttershy looking away from him the whole while. It was enough though, to physically excite Dalton; Fluttershy was, in his opinion, the most arousing of the Mane Six, with a rising soldier between his legs rising to back that opinion up. His urges were rising to unprecedented levels as he stared at the leaving flank of Fluttershy.

"And IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm PINKIE PIE!" Pinkie Pie leapt out from behind Princess Celestia, streamers accompanying her introduction, as she hopped rapidly, almost violently, to Dalton. She had obviously held that anticipation for a long time, silent as she patiently waited for the other ponies, unbridling it at her introduction, very much like the fire starting in his pants, which was reaching a fever pitch that was slowly but surely bringing him out the dark. His thoughts blocked out the torrent of words she was saying, but were rapidly erased by a violent hoofshake.

"YAY! A NEW FRIEND!" Pinkie Pie was elated, and leapt back into position beside Princess Celestia; Twilight smiled and shook her head in mock disapproval, a glint of humor present in her eyes. The glint in Dalton's eyes, however, was not that of humor but that of greed, of a longing, as he gazed into DAT PINK A--

Princess Celestia brought Dalton back to reality with a light cough as she started speaking.

"Dalton, the whole of Ponykind and Equestria are in need of your assistance. We needed to transfer a being of high intellect to our world to find a way to finish Discord off once and for all. To fill you in, Discord had started a campaign of terror a week ago, to bring Equestria into chaos, as you will be able to see in a few moments."

"Wait a minute," Dalton piped up, uncertain about the situation, "Didn't Fluttershy make Discord realize the value of friendship?" He remembered that episode, not because it was highly significant in the series as it proved that any creature, no matter how malignant they may be, can be taught friendship, but because of the mountain of tissues he piled beside him as he milked his snake to Fluttershy and her hot, sweet pony rear. Back to Twilight's library, Fluttershy cowered behind Princess Celestia, and started to lightly sob. Celestia turned around and bent down to meet eye to eye with her.

"There, there child. It wasn't your fault that this happened; sometimes, some tigers never change their stripes, as is the way of some ponies." Celestia warmly reassured Fluttershy and the sobbing died down; The warmth of her voice was truly a light in dark places. Which Dalton didn't take note of, of course, as he was concerned about a certain dark place hidden within his trousers, as his hands slowly reached into his pockets to pleasure himself through them.

"Look closely now, I shall give you a visual look into what Discord has done to PonyVille now." Dalton snapped out of his lusty trance and relocated his hands to his sides.

Dalton was observing Pinkie and Rainbow Dash clopping (clapping) their hooves together in some sort of game, while Rarity was whispering to an attentively listening Applejack, casting furtive glances ever so often in Dalton's direction. Twilight, being the faithful student she was, listened to Celestia's every word intensively. Fluttershy was nowhere to be seen, probably hiding in some corner of the room.

Celestia bowed her head down and an effulgence was emitted from the tip of her horn. A sheet of brilliant glass-like magic formed in front of her, and a moving image was projected onto it, sparkling, as if Dalton was looking through a waterfall. In the vision, Dalton could see PonyVille, a red sky hanging above it, with clouds absent. Ponies were being escorted by walking inanimate objects, such as carts or even farming tools, into toilet sheds. A 20-foot tall Discord was storming around PonyVille, grinding houses to dust and extracting their former inhabitants and casted possession curses on them, which had a zombie-like effect on their actions. Dalton observed the scene nonchalantly; Of all things, Discord had to zombify PonyVille? He had to admit, for a god of chaos, Discord wasn't creative. As the vision ceased, Dalton turned to the ponies and said coolly,"So what do I need to do?"

The ponies, expecting fear in his tone, were taken aback by his confidence.

"Woah! No fear in the face of certain doom. I like that. We could get along! Being daredevils and all," Rainbow Dash quipped, with a wink to Dalton; From that single wink alone, the man experienced a revolution in his pants and struggled to quell it. Celestia cleared her throat, bringing Dalton back to Earth, or rather, Equestria.

"You are here to satisfy Discord's demands; He wishes to meet a powerful being, any being, from another dimension that is game to challenge his wits. As much as we would like to refrain from playing into Discord's games, this time it is inevitable. Discord, through his trickery, has re converted my sister Luna into Nightmare Moon and has zombified her as well. She guards the Elements of Harmony; It would be unwise to challenge my sister and take the elements by force. Furthermore, the citizens of PonyVille cannot function properly under duress of Discord's reign."

Then, Celestia bent her forelegs, tipping her muzzle and raising her rear in the process. For the first time, Dalton's lusty pupils fell on Celestia's flank; DANG was it large.

"Will you.... participate in Discord's challenge, for the sake of saving all of pony kind?" The Mane Six were in a similar position, front pointing down, ass up, and eyes full of hope raised to meet his. What he would give to be at the back of the ponies in such a vulnerable position, to punish their raised behinds with unmatched enthusiasm, as a prize for saving all of PonyVille. This clouded his judgement, being unaware that he was about to face a GOD. Of Chaos to top it off. But his reasoning lay solely in his pants, his ever so reliable nether soldier that would not rise for breasts or vag of human but only for flank and slit of pony. Only one sentence escaped his lips.

"Yes, I will."

Author's Note

Not exactly clop, but pretty freaky all the same. Please provide constructive criticism in the comments! There is much more in store for Stuart Dalton in the future. This is only chapter 1 so do expect more of this in the future. LELELEL