The Clopstopper

by kudzuhaiku

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Romance, Princess Luna, Original Character, Comedy, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1191

Feeling very lonely, a member of Luna's guard decides to rub one out while reading a clop novel

Hailstone, also known as Mare Frigoris, is a known pervert. She's having a torrid affair with her armor rack and a sticky stack of clop novels.

This time, she discovers something special and exotic to clop to, griffons.

Published 2014-03-16 04:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-16 04:50:03 UTC

Once you clop, you can't stop

Hailstone had problems. Bad problems. The problems of a lonely mare. It wasn’t easy being a magical misfit. She projected a constant aura of cold that only intensified when her mood changed.

On duty, she was known as Mare Frigoris.

She was a tense mare. The Collective was causing no end of trouble. There were rumours of changelings all over. Foals being foalnapped. Dark things went bump in the night. It was bad all over.

And it was bad at home.

Hailstone was lonesome.

She had tried to take a hot bath, to relax, and get rid of that itch back there. Her bathwater had dropped down to near freezing in all but a few minutes, leaving her hot and flustered.

Life wasn’t fair.

She was alone. All alone in her private quarters. She lived in spartan digs.

She opened her trunk, rummaging around. It didn’t take long to find what she was looking for. She pulled out a novel, pinching it between her grasping digit and the central knuckle of her wing.

She held it in both grasping digits, extending both wings, her large bat-like appendages, and began to read.

The novel she was looking at was called “When the Fur and Feathers Flew Part Two.”

On the cover was a male griffon and a lusty looking earth pony mare, standing in a torrential rainstorm.

The enormous lunar pegasus gave a lusty sigh as she began to flip through the pages. This was good stuff. The writer remembered that griffon beaks were hard, and that griffons couldn’t kiss or do soft squishy stuff with their faces.

She quickly flipped her book open to the part where the griffon was about to take the virginity of the mare, ravishing her until they were both spent.

“The mare’s fore legs dangled over the fence rail as she gave a sultry gaze to her companion…”

Oh yeah, this was the stuff!

“She was covered in froth, her bright yellow coat lathered in sweet musky smelling sweat. Slick moisture beaded and dribbled down the insides of her legs from her engorged marehood.”

Hailstone felt something begin to dribble down the insides of her legs. She looked around for something to mount so she could rub one out.

“The mare cried out, begging her griffon captor to take her, pleading with him to end her torment, to relieve her of this horrible nether withering heat that was the scourge of all mares everywhere…”

Hailstone could relate. She was suffering from something almost like a heat right now.

She mounted her armor rack. Not ideal, but it was easier to clean than sheets. No embarrassing questions!

“The griffon was cruel, refusing to enter the pleading mare. He raked his claws down her back, not quite breaking the skin, delighting in her cries and increasing her sexual tension. Her tail twitched fitfully, whipping his throbbing veiny cock, filling him with gluttonous need.”

Hailstone knew all about sexual tension. The armor rack began to rattle alarmingly as she thrust herself against it.

“The merciless griffon had no mercy, running his claws over the mare’s cutie mark, causing her to cry out in an orgasmic moan. He ran a single claw over her haunches, trailing back, reaching under her tail…”

Hailstone was getting close now. Almost time for sweet release. She was going to need a new armor rack soon. This one was bent and battered, even though it was several hundred pounds of solid iron. It was now covered in musky smelling ice.

“His claw paused over her clenching anus, tickling for a moment, causing the mare to scream in the manner of mares everywhere when their anus was clawed.”

It was a little odd, Hailstone admitted, but it worked. She felt her own plothole pucker. Clawed anus. Hailstone believed she may be developing a new fetish.

“And finally his claw dropped lower, teasing over her slit. With a cruel laugh, he violently plunged a claw into the red ribbon of her virginity and tore it to tatters with a single swipe…”

So close! Oh so close! The thunking of the armor rack intensified. The room was filled with the stench of her own musky aroma, exciting her. She had an alarming thought. Did she like mares? Thinking about it suddenly made her feel even wetter. She was about to go right over the edge any time now.

“The mare’s screams only further excited the griffon. He mounted her violently, driving her into the fence rails, making her cry out. He slid up along her back, his claws digging into her flesh, his beak nipping along her neck. Without warning he plunged his entire length into her, sinking in deep, filling her full of himself…”

Hailstone couldn’t take it anymore. So close. She panted and turned the page.

There was a yellow sticky note stuck to the page.

How odd.

She read the note, distracted, and slightly frustrated.

My most faithful guard Hailstone, to whom I trust with my life.

Griffons, being a feline based species, have the most peculiar trait in the males. Something really quite fascinating for you to think about. As you continue to read the next few pages, please remember that male griffons have a barbed penis.

With love and honour, Luna.

Hailstone froze. Quite literally. A chill went through her body, changing her mood suddenly, the heated burning in her nethers dying completely. The fiery ember that had been her clitoris just a few moments ago was as cold as the void. An intense wave of cold radiated from her body.

She tried to dismount from her armor rack. Something delicate clung to the now frozen iron. A wicked pain shot through her nethers. She cried out in alarm.

Barbed penis she thought. Plunging in and out, the little barbs tearing and pulling away at delicate and sensitive flesh.

She felt sick.

She was frozen in place, stuck to her armor rack, the bitterly cold iron now tugging at her shriveled filly bits.

“LUNA!” She screamed in her loudest voice.

There was a faint knock at the door just a second later.

“LUNA!” She cried again.

“Hailstone, are you decent?” Luna asked, a faint trace of laughter in her voice.

“OH PLEASE HELP ME!”

There was a click from the door as Luna entered.

“Oh my Hailstone. Have you been clopping?”

There was nothing that Hailstone could say.

“Did you get my note?” Luna asked.

Hailstone did not reply.

“I know thinking about barbed griffon penis plunging in and out of me leaves me ready to go.” Luna said in a total deadpan. “I mean, it is what every mare lusts after.”

“Luna, I will do anything you ask if you will just help me.” Hailstone begged.

“You already have to do everything I ask. You are my guard.” Luna saw no need to bargain.

“I need to you be a well behaved foalsitter.” Luna finally said.

Hailstone groaned.

“Anything you command my Mistress.” she said in a pleading voice.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Luna said, her horn flaring, releasing Hailstone from her torment.