Good Clop, Bad Clop

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Dull, Boring Plot Stuff You Need for Context
Nasty, Dirty Part, Perfect for Clopping To!!!
More Plot, and I Don't Mean Pony Hindquarters
More Cloptastic Sex, A Bit Less Sick and Twisted

Dull, Boring Plot Stuff You Need for Context

The first indication that something was going wrong was when the internet dropped out. The way the network at my job worked, if the connection to the internet drops out, so does the local network, but the local network could also fail on its own. So after checking everything on site and finding it all working, I told the secretary who handles these things to call the ISP and find out what was going on. That’s when I found out that the phones were down too. I told her to give me the number and I’d call on my cell phone, only to find out that didn’t have any connectivity either. It was about that time that I started wondering if something bigger was going on, a terrorist attack or something, but the whole building just held together and hoped that things would start turning themselves on again. For about an hour we just sat and chatted or read books until the power went out too. Then you could tell that panic was starting to set in. It doesn’t take long for people to lose it, and it didn’t help when we saw the first of them flying overhead.

I still don’t really understand how ponies fly. I don’t know a whole lot about aerodynamics, but stick wings on a horse and you don’t get a bird, you get a horse with two useless limbs. But when you see a troop of horses in the air flapping their wings, then you start questioning what you know. At this point, Occam’s razor was moving off “terrorist attack” and on to “government hallucinogen experiment.” For what it’s worth, when you’re picking the most likely explanation for something, “Inter-dimensional invasion by intelligent, magical, flying ponies” doesn’t exactly come high on the list.

When a police car pulled into the office park with lights and sirens on, everyone started milling about hoping to get some answers. But the cop who got out was visibly shaken. He wasn’t even a local cop from Westchester county; he was NYPD, out of his jurisdiction. By the time I got within earshot, I had gathered from relays through the crowd that there was a major war on, that it was something no one knew how to deal with, and that every country on the planet was about to fall.

“The military issued orders to all local authorities to take over and keep the peace, because civil authority was failing. I’ve never heard of anything like it. All communication was cut off from Washington outwards, and when the army tried to mobilize on its own, well, some of the stories I heard just have to be rumors.

“One of them said that when they marched on NORAD in Cheyenne, the ponies I mean, that we fired everything we had—guns, cannons, missiles—and nothing phased them. They were like armored tanks. I heard that in air combat they fly faster and turn better than our fastest jets. One report said that they saw an explosion like a rainbow spreading out from a single point, and it took out their instruments. The reports from D. C. were the freakiest of all. Apparently the Pentagon was turned into a flower garden, the Washington Monument is now shaped like a spirally horn, and the president and the cabinet found themselves teleported to an island in the South Pacific, where they’re awaiting pickup from a Navy transport. Nothing can get in the air anymore, they own that territory.”

As if to confirm his last statement one of the increasingly frequent groups of flying ponies circled down and hovered over us. I could see the ridiculous colors of their hides and how each was marked with a different symbol near their back legs. If evolution was selecting for camouflage, then they must live in an acid fantasy. But for a freak show, nothing can compare to hearing one of them speak. It’s not natural to hear unaccented English from a pony.

“Attention all humans!” the leader of the troop said. “Every one of you is to proceed south to the major city there, which is now to be known as New Canterlot. There you will be housed and cared for until you can be assigned to productive work for your pony masters. Nopony will force you to go, but all of your infrastructure is being cut off, so if you expect any food or water, you’d better listen! You may use the vehicles you have here, but must abandon them at the bridges and walk onto the island.”

At the phrase, “pony masters,” the crowd started to get restless. There’s an ornery rebellious streak in even the most civilized of people, and we were transforming from a group into a mob. We began yelling threats at the ponies, calling them freaks and telling them where to stick their orders. Someone grabbed a stone and hurled it up, not coming close to the height needed to hit anything. By now I had reached the cop and saw going for his gun. I covered my ears as he drew and fired.

The bullets did have enough height to reach the flying ponies, but not the speed or accuracy. The leader dipped and dodged like he was in The Matrix and never came close to being hit. It did piss him off though.

“All right, some human thinks he’s pretty smart, let’s get ‘em, pegasi!”

They dove to the ground and we scattered, running for cover. As I ducked behind a car I saw them grabbing the cop in their hooves. He was screaming, panicked. I was scared that they were going to drop him to his death, but instead they mustered in the air and flew off south toward New York.

New Canterlot, my ass.

We were still a mob, but now we had no target to attack. With no one really suggesting it, we broke up and got in our cars and did exactly what the pony told us to do, head down I-87 toward the city. We had half-formed ideas about heading there to fight or heading there to investigate. All of us were struggling not to admit that we were heading there to surrender ourselves out of survival instinct. Traffic was backed up for miles, and we never even got close to the bridges before we had to abandon the cars and start walking. The ponies were now all over, both the winged ones overhead and regular ordinary ponies patrolling the streets. Well, ordinary except for the colors and talking and conquering Earth parts. None of us wanted to get too close to any of them, though I did see some small children who got away from their parents and looked on with more curiosity than fear. It was a forced march, a queue like at an amusement park, except that there was no thrill ride at the end.

After a couple of hours with nothing to do but walk and think I got close to the river. I was sick of walking and my feet hurt. Here the ponies were actually engaging with us and talking. I was both scared and curious as to what they were saying. Then I noticed that these ponies were different. They were unicorns, and that scared me even more. The line between fiction and reality was being blurred, and the world was ending. Wasn’t it supposed to wait until December to do that?

Finally I reached the front of the line, where one of the unicorns was directing us behind a wall. It looked to me like a dead end, but people kept going in, so maybe there was some way out I didn’t see. As I walked to the wall, the unicorn’s horn was glowing and a quill pen and paper were floating in midair next to him, ticking off tally marks. I stopped and stared at the horn until finally he spoke.

“Go on, get in there. We need you in groups of no more than one-hundred, there’s a good human.” He was patient at least, didn’t get angry. As I made it behind the wall I did see about one hundred people and five more unicorns in a circle around the people. After another dozen or so people joined our group, the tallying unicorn gave a high sign to the five surrounding us. Their horns glowed, and I felt a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I thought I was exploding. I seriously for a moment thought that they had set off some kind of bomb and I was about to die, just experiencing time distortion as my nervous system reacted. Instead the after-effects were a dissipating cloud of smoke, sparkly lights, and the sound of tinkling bells. But we weren’t on the bank of the river any more. We were in an office building, and I could see from the window that we were somewhere in uptown Manhattan. I couldn’t tell how many floors were above us, but there had to be at least thirty below.

The desks and cubicles had been emptied of everything that would have suggested an office, and the room was dotted with sheets, blankets, and pillows, some of which bore the logos or names of hotels. All in all, it was a fairly comfortable prisoner-of-war camp.

Two more of the ponies were there, big ones with no wings or horns, just a couple of tough bouncer-types that you could tell liked to work out. One of them said, “OK, all you humans, you’re going to sit tight here until we finish taking over and get to putting you to work. Pick a bed for yourselves and stay there. We’ll feed you shortly. If you have to relieve yourselves, come to the door one at a time and we’ll escort you. Don’t cause any trouble and we’ll all get along.”

They did come in with food soon after that. Lots of fresh fruit and vegetables, and a few canned goods. As I figured it, they were raiding grocery stores for the food just as they raided hotels for the bedding. Presumably the fresh stuff would run out quick and then we’d all be on canned rations. None of us asked about heating any of the food up.

As night fell, we broke up into smaller groups. I found myself talking with a national guardsman who was still in his camouflage uniform and an acne-ridden young fellow who couldn’t have been more than fifteen. We were huddled in the dark and talking in whispers. The guardsman was telling us more about the fighting.

“They were incredibly efficient. I mean, we’ve got troops all over the place, some even in places civilians don’t know about. It’s been that way ever since the War on Terror started. OK, so I get the call up from the governor, but we don’t get many orders after that because some of them have taken out his office. We all head to the armory at West Point, but there’s a troop of ponies on the river bank. So we’re engaging them, right? Only no, because every weapon we have is just gone. The armory is empty, the supply closets don’t have any ammo, even my sidearm is missing, just one minute it’s there and the next I’ve got a holster full of air. And the troop, like it knows, just turns and starts marching down the road. A minute later, a squad of the flying ponies comes overhead and says, basically, ‘Head to New York City or go upstate and starve.’ Well, we all have survival training and if we’re going to re-group and figure out how to take back the country, we can’t be listening to them, right? So we head north, but we don’t get a mile down the road before another troop shows up and kicks the road to rubble. Just like bulldozers, man. No vehicle’s getting across that, so it’s either start walking not knowing where we’re going, or drive south and reconnoiter here. I think a few of the boys are still out there, but most of us came with. I don’t know how many guards they have here, but at some point we’ll rush them and see if we can’t take this building back for starters. We’ll fight a war of attrition if we have to.”

“But what are they?” I asked. “How did they get here? Are they aliens? Some kind of half-human soldier bred by a mad scientist?”

“No one knows. But, and this is all second-hand, from what I heard they had help at the start. I mean people, regular people who were telling them where to go and who were the big honchos in Washington and London, Moscow and Paris. Gave them maps and stuff. So either they are in cahoots with some party, or there’s some traitors to the race.”

“Aw, jeez, I can’t believe that. People would sell out the whole of humanity to some easter-egg horses?”

“Like I said, it’s just what I heard, brother. Some other guardsmen said they saw people in with the ponies, smiling like they were on the winning side.”

“Well, fuck!” I said. “I don’t usually believe in the death penalty, but treason to all humanity? As soon as we win we need to find out who they are and make examples of them.”

The kid spoke up for the first time. “Yeah, you got that right,” he said, but it didn’t sound like his heart was in it.

For two days we were kept as prisoners. Nothing to do except eat and sleep and go mad. The guards didn’t watch us too close and I couldn’t see that they had any recording devices in the room with us, so we felt free to plan our escape, though there wasn’t much of a plan.

“As near as I can tell,” the military man was saying, “those two are the guards for a couple of the floors, maybe even the whole building. But we can’t take them head-on. Even if all of us tried to tackle them, they wouldn’t budge. But we can get past, I think. So here’s what we do. Next morning at breakfast, when they come in to feed us, everyone who can just rushes past and out into the hall. We all go to different rooms and call for the people there to flee. It’ll be just like a spore burst—anyone who makes it to a room releases a hundred others. If we can clear the building, plenty of people should be able to escape. Once we’re out on the streets, we can re-organize and figure out how to counterattack.”

At that point the kid got up to go to the bathroom, and since that meant the guards could see us, so we made like we were sleeping.

When the morning came, we were all on edge. The guards came in with the breakfast cart, and as they moved into the room made an announcement.

“Good news, humans. The last governments of humanity have fallen and that means the new order has begun. Some of you might even see your new ruler, Princess Celestia, fairly soon—“

“NOW!” I called, and all of us started running into the hall. But that was as far as we got. There was another pony there, and she was twice as large as the others. She had a coat of pure snow-white and was adorned with gold. And, first among the ones I’d seen, she had both wings and a horn.

I found myself unable to move, and I saw the others who had made it into the hall frozen and glowing with an eerie light. She walked toward us and we were forced back into the room. Then she spoke, and her voice had the projecting tone of one who was used to giving orders.

“I trust that we’ll have no more trouble out of this room, now. You should all learn to do as you’re told and stay where we put you. Which you’ll soon have an opportunity to do, as we’re ready to restart the farms, where you’ll all be put to work so that every human has enough to eat. And so that my ponies can take it easy, you’ll be overseen by one of your own.”

She walked over to the young kid, and I understood. “You did well to warn the guards, young brony,” she said to him.

I snapped. I found that I could move again and I tore after him enraged. “You son of a bitch! You’re on their side?! I’ll kill you!” I tackled him and got in one good right cross. I don’t know if I broke his jaw or not but he’d be issuing his trustee orders with slurred words, I made sure of that. I wanted to lay into him more but the guards pulled me off.

“Oh my,” said the big white pony. “I had thought that the military man was the leader of your abortive resistance. But it seems that you have most of the spirit.” She looked me over, then said to the guards, “Bring him to my chamber.”

I started to run, but one of the guards produced a rope and lassoed me, then bound my wrists. I was force-marched up the stairs toward the penthouse. I’m in fairly decent shape, but I don’t relish walking up forty flights. About halfway I said, “Guys, can’t we take the elevator?”

“First, shut up. And second, we’re cutting off all your unnatural inventions. You want to get up high, grow some wings.”

When we finally reached the top floor I was shoved into a suite that had been made over into an ostentatious palace, complete with throne. A few minutes later the white pony flew in through the window and sat herself on the throne. She said to the guards, “Thank you, you can go now.”

As they left, one of them chuckled and said to me under his breath, “Better you than me this time, human.” I didn’t know what he meant.

The door closed behind me, and I was still in an ornery mood, so I ran toward the pony, only to be held immobile again by her telekinetic horn-power.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she said, “None of that. We’re going to be very close, you and I.”

“Humanity will never stop fighting you. We’ll fight until either you leave or the last one of us is dead.”

“I’m sure you think that, but any wild stallion can be broken. And I will break you.”

“To what purpose? Why invade us? What did we ever do to you?”

“Shall I give you the propaganda answer? Shall I tell you that we will make your lives better, that we will cut your work days in half and eliminate the artificial problems that plague your lives, like debt, war, political oppression? Shall I outline our plan to bring you back in harmony with nature and restore your happiness at the same time? All of that is true, but such a spirited one as you will know it’s not the whole truth. We invaded because we want power, land, and workers. You will work less, but ponies will work none. The poorest pony of Equestria—you are assuredly so ignorant that you don’t even know where that is—will be a noble lord here with servants to do his bidding. And as for me, Princess Celestia, ruler of the world, I will have known that I have provided for my ponies, while relieving them of their toils. And I will also have humans to serve me, of which you are the first. Indeed, you are to serve in a most special capacity.”

Summoning all my aplomb, I tried to sound rebellious. “Just try it, bitch. I’m not going to do anything for you. What ‘capacity’ did you think you’d have me in, because it’s not happening?”

She smiled a devious and confident grin.

“Concubine.”

Nasty, Dirty Part, Perfect for Clopping To!!!

It took me a second or two to dig up the word out of long-term memory. I mean, you don’t use it every day anyway, and then I had to check what I thought it meant against the situation. When I saw the look on the pony’s face, though, it was clear that she did indeed mean what I was afraid she meant.

“No way! I mean, just. . . no! We can’t, we’re not even the same species!”

“Doesn’t matter to me. Ponies of unicorn descent have another need that you can service quite nicely. Wouldn’t you like to bend over and take my horn inside you?”

That freaked me out even more. At least I had thought that if I was going to be forced into male-female relations, that I could be the male.

“Fuck you!”

She chuckled. “Most of my subjects would be overjoyed to be chosen for this duty. But then, they also know not to treat me as an equal, or to dare to stand in my presence. So let’s fix at least that last.”

Her horn glowed, and my knees gave out, buckling under me. A white glow appeared on my wrists as well, and then they were stuck to the floor. I was locked on all fours. No matter how I struggled, it was like my limbs were bound with tight cords.

“And since it’s not a formal occasion, there’s no need for you to wear anything,” she said, and in a flash of light I was naked before her. Fear and adrenaline were running through me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to give me the pleasure and release I desire?” she asked.

“Go to hell, pony-bitch!”

“Well, then, at least one of us should have it.”

She walked over to me, and my struggling became more intense, but just as futile. She put her head near mine and gave my neck a lick. I had expected a smell like a horse, something like hay and manure, but instead there was a strong feminine aroma, talcum powder and musk. She moved down my left side, our bodies touching. Standing behind me I couldn’t see what she was doing, and it startled me when she gave my rear end a love bite.

At that I felt a stirring in my cock, and I really freaked. You’re not supposed to react to this! She’s a horse! We like women, human women!

She came around my right side and unfolded her wing, draping it over me. I had expected something soft, but instead it was rigid and warm. She knelt by me and I could feel her hot breath on my face. She spoke to me in a breathy voice. “I can feel you starting to get turned on. Don’t try to resist, because you can’t. Your body knows it belongs to me, even if you don’t.”

Stop it! Go down, damn you! Stop getting hard, it’s bestiality, for fuck's sake!

Her horn pulsed again, and I felt myself flipped over on my back. She straddled herself over me, and I’d never felt so helpless. As she leaned her head down I noticed for the first time that she didn’t really have a horse face, not the elongated muzzle of a true horse. Her features were almost kind of human. Her mouth came close to mine and her magic held my head perfectly still. Her long and moist tongue entered my mouth, and my own tongue licked back by reflex. She kissed me deeper and sucked on my tongue. I tried not to kiss back but couldn’t help myself. I was ragingly hard. I wanted to cover up but I still couldn’t move. In a moment she would break the kiss and see how she had made me erect.

When at last she stood up she did look at my cock, and a look of confusion crossed her face. “Hmm. I’ve used that kiss on hundreds of ponies and none of them failed to come to full arousal. Unless. . . “ she broke out in laughter. “Oh, my. Is that really all you have to work with?”

I felt humiliated. Of course I couldn’t measure up to stallions, but she didn’t have to laugh at me. “Well if nothing else,” she continued, “the women of your world will come over to our side quickly, given how pathetically small you are.

“I’m sure you’ve no stamina either. But that’s all right, since I want you good and drained. Actually, let’s make some sport of this. I’ll make you a wager. If you can avoid cumming for the next minute, I’ll order every one of my ponies to leave your world. What do you say to that?”

“Yeah, right. Don’t bullshit me, just do what you’re going to do.”

“Celestia never lies, little human. Come now, it’s a chance to be the savior of your world. All you have to do is last another few seconds without coming. Of course, it’s a moot point since you’ve no chance.”

If she wasn’t lying then I had to at least try. “Fine, go ahead.”

She moved in close to my cock, and I didn’t know what she was going to do, suck it or lick it or rub it with her hoof, but she didn’t do anything. Another glow came from her horn, and then my cock started glowing too.

In a second I knew I wasn’t going to make it. She wasn’t even rubbing it, she was directly stimulating whatever nervous process triggers an orgasm. I felt it building within me and no amount of sitting still or trying to distract myself could stop it. As she looked at me with a sly grin, I lost all control.

It was such a powerful orgasm that I threw my head back and started screaming. Normally I can be pretty quiet during sex, but I lost all sense of where I was or what had happened. It wasn’t stopping or slowing down either. I was cumming all over myself, I couldn’t stop it, and I didn’t care.

“Oh, god! Oh, god!”

“You can just call me Princess Celestia,” I heard her say confidently. Out of the corner of my eye I could still see the glow of her horn. “Keep cumming, little human. Cum until every drop inside of you is out.”

I lay back and let the feelings wash over me. I couldn’t think at all. The sensations were overwhelming. I don’t know how long I was like that, but when I finally came to my senses my chest and stomach were soaked in my cum, and I’d never been more exhausted.

“Now, don’t you see how nice being my concubine can be?” she asked. “Making you cum like that, is it too much to ask to allow me to penetrate you?”

I began to think straight again, and I had the post-coital feeling of how wrong this was.

“If you can do that to me, you can force yourself on me or rape me or whatever. But you’re not going to break me.”

“All right, you know what, I’ve been patient with you since you’re a human and you don’t know any better. I’ve allowed you to speak to me as no pony ever has, and used my magic to make you feel better than any human could. Enough is enough, and now it’s no more Ms. Nice Mare.”

She pointed her horn at me again, and this time the sensation was far different. Even though all I wanted to do at that point was to towel off and pass out, a signal went out from my brain to my legs: get up. I stood up shakily and felt another unbidden thought: run. I started at a jog, but then started sprinting full-bore around the suite. I kept trying to make myself stop, but my thoughts kept being cut off by the magical orders.

Once more I felt the impulse come out of my head: exercise. I stopped my run but kept the calisthenic activity going as I did jumping jacks and squat thrusts, losing count of how many I was being made to do. I realized that this was how she was going to torture me, not even taking direct action, but making me spend my energy and burn out my muscles to give myself the pain.

Fine then, I’d try to bear as much as I could before I passed out. Whether she could read my mind or just my body language, as soon as I had made that decision she said, “OK, I’m going to go find some better amusement. I’ll just leave you here to keep moving until your heart explodes.”

I didn’t know if she really would carry out her threat, but I knew this: she could. As I continued to sprint, stopping only to burn myself out even more, the combination of fatigue, fear, and survival instinct made me give in. “OK, you can do it, you can put it in me.”

“Oh, may I?” she asked contemptuously. “Are you giving me permission to fuck you up the ass with my horn? Perhaps another hour on your self-imposed treadmill will teach you that you’re not to speak to me as an equal.” She started to trot off.

“Wait!” I screamed, struggling to speak as I gasped for breath. “Please do it.”

“Please do what?”

“Please fuck me up the ass.”

“I can’t quite hear you, you’re wheezing so.”

I sucked in all the air I could and screamed, “Please Princess Celestia, I’m begging you to fuck me in the ass with your horn!”

I stopped running and collapsed to the ground, hyperventilating and feeling every muscle in my body on fire. Heaven was to lie still, being allowed to not move. After a minute or two I rose to my knees, but I felt the immobility spell hold me again.

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll grant your request,” she said.

I was starting to get used to her magic, or at least to anticipate it. I could hear the sound she made as she cast another spell. I felt my asshole become lubricated and slick. Then it was spread open and I felt the tip of her horn enter me. In spite of my exhaustion and humiliation, it was still a stimulating sensation. As she penetrated me further, I arched my back. Her horn looked sharp and could do serious damage if she used it the wrong way.

Once again, either through magic or perception, she knew what I was thinking. “Relax, my little human. I assure you I am adept at this and you will not be pierced, perforated, or gored. Enjoy this.”

It went further in, and I felt my ass clenching in reaction. Deeper and deeper it went as I felt swollen and filled. Soon enough I felt like I would burst if she put any more into me.

“Don’t worry, it’s nearly half-way in,” she said.

“What?!” I screamed and looked down between my legs. She chuckled. “Just kidding. I’ve got it in all the way. Now brace yourself for the ride.”

She withdrew and re-entered, no more than an inch at first, then more and more as she thrusted and pounded me. My rational side kept fighting my emotional, telling me how horrible this was, to be raped by a pony, but my emotions were getting mixed up as I grew intimate with Celestia. She started moaning, and then screaming in ecstasy, and if I closed my eyes and discounted the position I was in I could almost pretend that she was a human woman I was pleasuring.

On and on it went until I felt her horn start to swell and pulse. From this feeling and her rising moans I knew she was close. I clenched tighter, half of me wanting it just to be over, but the other half wanting to make sure I gave her the best climax I could. She held her breath for a few seconds, then let out a scream as I felt something being shot into me. A new feeling of fullness struck me as she pumped her load deep inside my ass. As her orgasm subsided I looked back again to watch her pull out . As my anus closed her horn was still spouting a silver-white liquid that evaporated as it hit the air, and shiny rainbow-colored sparks. She crawled next to me and gave me a kiss.

“Thank you for a lovely magic-gasm.”

“A what?” I asked as another strange feeling hit me. My whole body started glowing as I rose into the air and started floating.

“Whenever a unicorn uses her magic,” she explained, “a residue builds up inside her body and eventually has to be expelled sexually, or else it becomes more difficult to cast spells. All that extra magic then resides in her partner and has random effects on him—on you—until it spends itself out.”

I felt a flash of light surround me and heard a boing sound. I found myself with three legs and five arms. Another flash and my skin was covered in polka dots. Another and my torso turned into a cloud and started raining on the carpet. I teleported randomly around the room. My hands turned into carrots.

“I imagine you’re in for quite a ride before all that magic dissipates, almost as fun as what we just went through. I’ll come get you later.”

I was seriously freaking. My mind wasn’t made to handle the sensations I was experiencing. It was like an acid trip. I shrunk and grew. I turned all sorts of colors, and was transformed into several kinds of animal and inanimate object. Not once for the next hour did I touch the ground. I felt my mind slipping away.

At last I found myself lying on the ground with no more spells hitting me. If to lie still was heaven, to simply not have my molecules being rearranged every five seconds was the seventh level paradise. Celestia had gone and returned, watching to see me wake up, and greeted me again. I was in a very precarious state.

“Come along, little human,” she said. “I want to show you something.”

I got up and went to her side as we walked to the window. We looked out over the Hudson River and down to the streets of New York—of New Canterlot. It was a beautiful day as the sun shone overhead.

“Watch closely,” she said. “Normally I do this strictly on schedule, but because tomorrow is the first day of your new world, we’ll get it started that much sooner.”

She pointed her head up and I watched as the sun moved from its position and set rapidly. It moved from high in the sky down to the horizon in a matter of seconds.

“This is what I’ve always done for Equestria, and now I will do it for your world as well, raising and lowering the sun for you. Of course, I couldn’t have done it without you helping me clear my horn of excess magic. Thank you.”

I understood. She hadn’t broken me, she had repaired me. I understood now that ponies were meant to rule and humans were meant to serve. I understood how privileged I was to be able to serve the royal princess in such an important capacity. I understood how silly and foolish people were to talk about the Earth and the Sun as mere balls in some empty black space. The Earth was where we lived, and Celestia moved the Sun for us. I was so grateful to her for that. I loved my princess.

More Plot, and I Don't Mean Pony Hindquarters

Several months passed and I was adapting nicely to my new role as Princess Celestia’s concubine. Two, sometimes three sessions a day where I would be drained and then service her as she liked, followed by the inevitable magic runout, which I learned to endure. Only once more had she had to "put me on the treadmill,” when I claimed to be too tired for sex. I don’t know what I was thinking; I should never be too tired to do what my Princess wants.

From reports and rumors I gleaned that the transition to a pony-ruled society was going well. There were still a few holdouts, pockets of human civilization, but they had been reduced to stone-age levels and quite frequently the people, individually or en masse, would give up and return to the ponies begging to be let back in and given modern comforts. The requests were always granted of course. The ponies were nothing if not kind.

Then one day Princess Celestia spoke to me after I came down from the magical runout. “I’m afraid that was the last time I’ll be having you.”

I was devastated. “Have I failed to give good service in any way, your highness? I’ll try harder, I’ll work out to be more attractive, I’ll—“

“No, it’s none of that. The fact is that there are still some recalcitrant humans who insist on rabble-rousing, and who need to be trained as you were. I don’t want to give that job to just any unicorn.”

“I’ll help with them! I’ll break them, just don’t leave me, please, your majesty.”

“No, no. Not only am I better skilled than you for the job,” Of course that was true. She was better skilled at me for everything. “but I find I enjoy breaking your spirits. However, I don’t intend to cast you aside. In fact, I plan to make a present of you to my niece, Princess Cadence. She will be along in an hour or so to meet you, so make yourself presentable.”

I scrubbed down harder than I ever had and made sure I looked my best. The clothing I was permitted to have was minimal, a tank-top and a breechcloth, designed for easy removal. But I wore them like a uniform as I prepared to be given to my new mistress. I was quite excited to find out what she’d be like.

When she came in, my first impression was how different she was from Princess Celestia. While Princess Celestia’s allure came from her power and mastery, Princess Cadence was simply smoking hot. (I vaguely recalled that at one point earlier in my life I would have been creeped out by thinking of ponies as hot. How silly I used to be.) She greeted her aunt.

“So where’s this gift you’re giving me?” Her voice was high and lilting.

“There he stands. . . or kneels, anyway,” said Celestia, as I had gone to my knees in proper obsequiousness.

“A human? Oh, thank you.” It was the kind of thank-you that you said while looking for a gift receipt.

“I’ll just leave you two to get to know each other.”

After Princess Celestia left the room I waited patiently for Princess Cadence to address me. She did so quite informally—“So. . . hi!”—but I took the opportunity to give the speech I’d been preparing for the past half-hour.

“Greetings, Princess Cadence. I hope I’ll be able to satisfy all your needs. If I fail to give perfect satisfaction to Your Grace in any way, I welcome your swift and just correction. I hope to provide you with many long years of service, Your Grace. Please use me as you like.” And I bowed my head all the way to the ground.

I heard her going back to the door. “Aunt Tia!” she called.

Celestia came back in the room. “Yes, dear?”

“What in Equestria did you do to him?!”

“I had my way with him and taught him his place. He was a very nasty little human who tried to escape and struck a brony who stopped him.”

“And that was wrong, but, I mean look at him groveling! You know what? Never mind, thank you for the gift.”

“You’re quite welcome, Cadence.”

I heard Princess Celestia leave again and my new mistress return to me. “OK, come on, stand up. We’re going home” she said. She waved her horn and we teleported. It was a room decorated in a more feminine style, with lots of pink cushions and lace. It was quite large and still opulent, as befit a princess of the pony-masters. Out the window I could see that we were on the ground floor and there were no other buildings around. From the trees and gardens I guessed we were in a kind of country estate.

I was still kneeling at Princess Cadence’s hooves. “All right, come on, stand up. The trip’s over,” she said. I got to my feet and kept my eyes down. “What’s your name?”

“I have none, Your Grace. Princess Celestia saw fit to take it from me and refer to me strictly as ‘human.’”

“She blocked your memory of your name, you mean. OK, first thing, cut out that ‘Your Grace’ stuff. My name is Cadence, OK?”

“Yes, Princess Cadence.”

“No! Just Cadence, unless we’re at a formal affair or some such.”

“I deeply apologize, Your—I mean, Cadence.”

“Ugh. I’m going to have to train you all over. Listen, I don’t want you to be afraid of me, got that? I want to be your friend.”

Error, does not compute. Ponies aren’t our friends, they’re our masters. “Perhaps you would like it if I serviced you now and helped clear your horn?” I said, trying to be helpful.

“Oh, you’re that kind of servant. All right, go lie down and I’ll whinny.”

“Whinny? I hope to make you do more than that.”

“Tee hee, you’re funny! Not whinny, WINI. You know, the spell?”

I was confused, and she saw it.

“It’s an acronym for ‘want it, need it.’ The spell we put on our horns when we clop together so that your reluctance is overcome?”

I still didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Do you mean to tell me that Aunt Tia never enchanted her horn before she had you suck it?”

“Ah, Princess Celestia never had me suck her horn.”

“But you said that she. . . Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Come here, look at me, look me in the eye.” I raised my head for the first time and got to see once again how beautiful Princess Cadence was. I could get lost in her big, purple eyes. “Nopony’s ever going to do that to you again, do you understand? You’re not going to be hurt like that anymore.”

“It doesn’t hurt, Prin—Cadence. Not after the first few times.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s a position of dominance instead of acknowledging you as someone helping out the unicorn. That’s why we always try to make you feel as good as we do. All right, why don’t you go ahead and disrobe.”

I removed the breechcloth I was wearing and presented myself to Cadence naked. I saw more shock and disappointment cross her face. I looked back down at my feet. “I’m sorry. I know I’m quite insignificant. I will work hard to satisfy you nonetheless in any way you like.”

“But she never. . . OK, you know what? We’re not going to do this now. Put your clothes back on until I can find something else for you to wear.”

Once more I was mortified at my failure. “I’m. . . not satisfactory?”

“It’s not that,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “You’re ill. You need to be made better before we can do it.”

“I’m not! I’m healthy, let me show you!”

“Mentally ill. So much so, you can’t know it, so you’re going to have to trust me. You’ll trust me, right?”

“Of course, anything you say!”

“OK, then go lie down for a while and relax. Your life is going to get better, I promise.”

A few hours later Cadence came back with a pony who had with him a long measuring tape. He directed me to stand still and took measurements, then brought out a new suit of clothes. Cadence told me to put it on. It was the first time in months that I had worn traditional human clothing, but if that was what Cadence wanted, I would certainly accede. When I had it on, she brought me to a mirror.

“There, now, do you remember wearing something like that? That’s how you’re supposed to look.”

I still had my duties on my mind. “You want to enjoy taking it off?”

“No! I want you to wear it because you want to! Ugh, let’s move on. When was the last time you had your hair cut?”

“I can’t remember.” I had grown quite a long and shaggy head of hair, but I liked it because it was more like the manes of the pony-masters.

“Well, I’m a fairly good jack-leg stylist, so come and sit down.” She brought over a high-backed white chair and slid a large bath towel underneath it, then went into the bathroom and emerged with a pair of scissors floating next to her.

“But you shouldn’t have to do this for me,” I said. “Give me the scissors and I’ll cut my hair, if short is how you like it.”

“No, that’s the point. You need to learn to start accepting favors. Take a seat.”

I sat down, but I felt awkward the whole time as Cadence bobbed and cut my hair down to a simpler style. Her time was just too valuable to be taken up by attending to me. When it was all over, I asked if I now met her standards.

“It’s not about that, I keep trying to tell you. You really have been sheltered and have no idea of how human-pony relations have been developing, do you?”

“I have heard from Princess Celestia that the humans’ resistance has crumbled and we are accepting you as our masters, as it should be.”

“It’s nothing like that, and Aunt Tia’s cruel for letting you think so. Let’s go out and I’ll show you what’s been going on.”

She walked to the door and spread her wings. I followed after but was surprised when she knelt. I thought it might be a gesture of devotion of some sort, but then she looked at me impatiently. “Come on,” she said, “climb on my back.”

“WHAT? I could never! Ride a pony? Oh, Your Grace, I would sooner carry you than have you carry me!”

“I’m not your grace, and I’ve had about enough of your sniveling. If you want to be so submissive, then learn to take orders. Mount me!”

As carefully as I could I put one leg over her body. She stood up and I felt sure that she would come to her senses and buck me off, but instead she kept me on with perfect balance as she flew out the door.

We flew over an arid mesa that showed little sign of civilization. To the east a river ran, cutting a channel. Nestled between the two were scattered square patches of farmland, an occasional scrub pine, and a small grouping of houses and stores. Cadence started to talk like a tour guide.

“All this was wasted land that humans couldn’t use on their own. We’re still planning a migration out of the old cities as they become less hospitable. There are a thousand people working on this town, but soon enough it will be the bustling capital of a new principality. The work progresses exponentially, and within a month we will have ten thousand people, and then a hundred thousand.”

“How many ponies will be needed to rule all those people?”

“’People’ is a catchall term to mean both humans and ponies. We are all people, deep down.” She glided down to one of the patchy farms. When we landed I saw earth ponies plowing and humans right behind them planting seeds. A human and a pony stopped the work and came toward us.

“Morning, Cadence!” said the man. “Come to watch the work?”

“Just stopping by. How goes it?”

“Nice and easy. These ponies can each till a field better than a dozen tractors, and the air’s a lot fresher. Plus we can plan out our jobs without having to worry about not knowing when it’s going to rain and when it’s going to be too hot.”

The pony chimed in. “Yeah, but with the hardy seed grain the humans have, we don’t have to worry about blight or insects or nothing! We pretty much just plant them and let the sun and the rain do the rest. And they produce so much food per acre. Cadence, the hybrids they’ve got, it’s like they were designed just for eating.”

“Great!” said Cadence. “What news about that irrigation problem?”

“I think there’s a detail that’s got that sorted. They’re working down by the river. Who’s your friend, by the way?”

“He’s new in town and a little shy. I want to show him around before I introduce him. I’ll take him down to see that detail you mentioned. Thanks!”

“No problem!” said the man, with a familiarity that I envied. He must be a high-ranking servant, probably a brony from before the conquest. We took back to the sky.

“Do you see how ponies and humans can work together?” she asked.

“Yes, but with the ponies telling the humans how to plant. The ponies do all the important stuff.”

“You’ll learn.”

We landed again along the bank of the river where a unicorn and a human woman were poring over some blueprints.

“How’s it coming?” asked Cadence.

“Oh, hi!” said the unicorn. “Jenny was just showing me how the valve she built will regulate the water flow into the farms. It’s really a genius concept.”

“Hey, I didn’t build it,” said Jenny. “I just came up with the design. It was Saffron Lace here who conjured it from hunks of metal.”

“Yeah, well, who did all the research on metallurgy to find the ore?”

“Yeah, well, who spent all night magically turning the ore pebbles into boulders?”

They broke up laughing, and Cadence joined in. Even I couldn’t help smiling. Maybe Cadence had a point that humans could be useful.

“Well, good to know everything’s coming along. I don’t want to bother you too much, just showing my friend the village,” she said as she took off once more.

“You know, Cadence. You’re right that humans and ponies can work together. I just still think it’s important for us to know our place. We’re not equals, no matter how you slice it.”

She said nothing, but swooped down to where all the houses were. In the center of them was a kind of church or town hall with a large golden bell that was clanging. Both ponies and humans were gathered and some sort of celebration was going on. I couldn’t tell what it was for until the doors opened and out stepped a red pegasus stallion in a black suit, wing-in-arm with a woman in a white dress and a veil holding a bouquet.

Cadence and I stood at the end of the receiving line and waited until the couple reached us. Both wore smiles of bliss.

“Thank you for coming, your highness,” said the pegasus. “May I present my wife to you?”

“Congratulations to both of you, Mr. and Mrs. Chaser.”

“Oh, Princess Cadence!” said the bride. “I’m so glad you could make it! Now everything’s just perfect.”

“Thank you, Erin. A wedding day is always perfect if the home the couple enters is a happy one, and I’m sure that you and Cirrus will build the happiest of homes.”

I was speechless throughout the affair. Though I did like that Princess Cadence was getting the respect that she deserved, and I admired how she knew everyone’s name, the idea of a pony-human marriage was just so foreign to me, I was spending all my brain-power on integrating it. As they left for their honeymoon, Cadence gestured for me to mount up again, and we flew home.

Once there she addressed me. “Now, do you see how it is? That pony took a human for a wife and she accepted willingly. You could not have thought that her happiness was in any way false or effected."

I had to admit she was right. But one thing was bothering me. “Cadence, will their marriage be complete if they can’t consummate it? I mean, if he tried, he’d kill her.”

“That’s the other thing that Celestia deprived you of. Ever since human-pony relationships have sprung up, unicorns have learned to magically enhance your endowments, so that women can handle the stallions and men can satisfy the mares.”

“But, then why did Celestia treat me the way she did? Why didn’t she show me how we’re working together and why was she so dominant in bed?”

“I’m afraid it’s because you were a test case. There were people—both humans and ponies—who were against comingling of our two species. Ponies, who are used to trusting everything Celestia says, will go along even if they don’t like it. But humans might become violent if they’re made to understand that their lives have got to change. Not many humans, just a few bad apples, but ones that we couldn’t let spoil everything for the rest of us. Were you that bad? Probably not, but we had to know that we had a method to deal with them and eventually make them see that comingling was good for everyone.”

“I. . . I think I hate her for that.”

“If you can say that, then your cure is complete. And feel free to hate Celestia. She’s tough and she can take it. Just don’t let your hate fester into hatred for everypony. For instance. . . I really wouldn’t want you to hate me.”

“Oh, Cadence, I could never hate you!” I threw my arms around her neck in an embrace, and saw her smile. “I wish it hadn’t happened this way, I wish I could have been yours from the start, but I’m glad I ended up here at least. And I still want to be your concubine. May I please give myself to you?”

“No,” she said. “You can’t. But we can give ourselves to each other.”

More Cloptastic Sex, A Bit Less Sick and Twisted

“Go and undress while I get myself ready,” Cadence said. Part of me wanted to tear off the suit I was wearing and just tackle her, but I knew I shouldn’t be so rough with a princess. So I took off everything slowly and folded it all neatly in a pile. When that was done she called to me from the bedroom to come in.

She was lying on the bed looking at my alluringly. I’d been naked with Celestia so often, but this was the first time I’d felt excitement at showing my body to a mare. I sat down next to her. Taking her head in my hands I gave her gentle kisses. I rubbed her shoulders and leaned in to caress her wings. They started to unfold and become erect. Our tongues felt warm and slick on each other as my own arousal showed.

We broke our kiss and she bent her head down to nuzzle my chest. I started to kiss her horn. “Not yet,” she said. “Just rub my wings for a bit longer, please.” Her voice was breathy and came down from its usual highness. Letting go of her horn I put my hand on her back and ran them up and down one wing slowly. I could feel it growing rigid under my touch as she kept licking and kissing my chest. Down by her tail I could see a wet spot forming on the bedclothes.

Cadence’s wings were fully unfolded and felt so strong. I focused on touching the base of her wings where they met her body. She seemed to like that, breathing heavier and starting to moan. I felt her hot breath on my cock and it turned me on more. But then she withdrew and pushed me away. “All right, give me a moment. You’ll know when it’s OK to touch me again.”

She closed her eyes and concentrated. Her horn glowed a pale purple, then tiny, bubbly hearts popped out of it, growing in the air, floating for a bit, and then settling right back on her horn.

Her horn. AKA the center of the universe. An itch, an ache, a desperate wanting hunger came over me, and I knew that it was because I wasn’t touching her horn. The pupils of my eyes turned heart-shaped. I forgot everything else and dove for her. I kissed and licked and stroked the horn. I couldn’t not do it. It was as instinctual as taking a breath after you’ve been drowning. I wanted it. I needed it.

And I needed it more than I was getting. I needed it inside me. I opened my mouth and deep-throated the horn, feeling each spirally ridge with my tongue. She was pulsing with magic. I wanted to lick it until it melted and drink it, feel it sliding down my throat. I didn’t care if it would choke me, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took her as deep as possible.

More, more, desperately more. Take it out to try to shove it in deeper. Take it so deep that it would pierce my heart. Then pull it out and lick the tip, trying to coax the magic out. Then back in as deep as it could go. I had ceased to be anything but a functional device for sucking Cadence’s horn. I gently bit down so that the ends of my teeth would bump against the ridges.

From somewhere on the edge of my consciousness I could hear her screaming and moaning. She cried out, “I’m going to magi-cum!” The horn swelled and pulsed inside of me. Good. More horn meant more to suck. I pumped faster and faster with my mouth. The first drops hit my tongue and I moved like I was fellating her at the speed of light. There was a piercing scream as she fired into me. It tasted like every sweet candy and flower the world had ever known. It was light and juicy and oh so sweet. I gulped her horn cum greedily, my mind still lost in the haze of her spell and my obsession.

Both the flow of magical ejaculate and the want-it-need-it spell abated. I came back to my senses . I felt the familiar sensation I’d always had after unicorn sex of floating in the air, but one spell from Cadence canceled it out and I drifted gently back to the bed.

For the first time I got to experience the feeling of holding a unicorn’s magic inside me without any distractions. It was a filling feeling, like from having a big meal, but also like a living thing was inside me, and I felt it invisibly reaching out to Cadence, drawing an ethereal connection between us. She smiled at me. “How was it for you?” she asked.

“It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It was just so perfect, to not have to think or desire anything but to have you inside me. I hope I wasn’t too rough.”

“You can’t be. The way the spell works is that what you want and need is exactly what makes me feel the best. It’s a mathe-magical law.”

“You know, I never used to believe in magic until the ponies came.”

“Now you see how silly that is. But speaking of magic, now that I’m at my peak of focus, I believe there’s an important spell to be cast. You’re still horny, aren’t you?”

I hadn’t noticed it until she mentioned it, but I was still erect and ready. I hoped that she was still aroused as well. “I am. I guess that’s why they call It being horny, heh.”

She adopted a sultry bedroom voice. “Oh, my, are you getting bigger for me? Let’s see just how big I can make you.”

The normally pale purple of her magical glow was tinged an alluring red, and an identical red haze formed around the shaft and head of my cock. It started growing as if it had still been flaccid. Double, triple its length and a significant boost to its girth as well. I felt more pleasure at my arousal since there were so many more nerves to signal my brain. My balls swelled and quivered as they grew in proportion. I didn’t know whether to throw my head back and enjoy what Cadence was doing to me or watch what was happening, since I would likely never see anything like it again.

When it was all over I was ready to get up and take the lead in making love to her, but she pushed me down with a hoof. “No, no. Stay down and let me do this my own way.” She crawled on top of me and leaned all her weight down on my chest, and she spread her wings around our heads so that all I could see was her face. I’d always liked it when my human partners would lay on me; how did she know?

She bent down and gave me gentle kisses on the lips, on the cheek, on the neck. Raising her haunches high in the air, she found the tip of my cock with her wet mound. She wiggled her hips a little bit to moisten the head, then eased down upon me. The heat inside her pussy was intense. She moved up and down slowly, taking long strokes that nearly exposed my cock head, but she was too skilled to let me fall out. I would have cum right then if she had shortened her stroke at all. As it was, she knew exactly what to do to help me to last.

Her ice-cream-colored mane covered my face as she bucked and pumped astride me. The slow rhythm of our love-making was punctuated by muffled drumbeats as our hips came together and separated. We panted and moaned in pleasure. Her wings were flapping involuntarily and she embraced me tightly with her hooves to avoid flying off. She increased her speed as we could no longer resist our urges.

When she was ready she brought me to the edge and sensed it. Whether it was her magic inside me or just her incredible skill as a lover, she could read all my signals and react accordingly. Bucking her hips faster and faster while not shortening her stroke at all, she kissed me full on the mouth and sucked my tongue. A primal scream was silenced by her kiss as I came.

Longer and harder than I’d ever come before, the increased length of my cock seemed to have been offset by superior muscles that forced my juices deep into her. Moments later she broke the kiss and let out a scream of her own as she reached climax just after me. I took my first aggressive action of the love-making, pumping my own hips up to meet hers and keep her orgasmic stimulation going as long as possible. I’d long since spent the last of my spunk, and when she finally stopped cumming, she collapsed onto me before rolling off to the side.

Panting and sweaty, I turned to Cadence and said, “That was wonderful. . . I’m about to pass out, but please don’t think that I’m being callous. I wish that we could cuddle. I’m just. . . spent.” I closed my eyes as sleep overtook me. From some world above me I heard a high, lilting voice say, “I forgive you for it, my love.”

The setting sun was in my eyes when I woke up to find Cadence sleeping with her head on my chest. Unwilling to move for fear of waking her, I sat and thought clearly for the first time since I met Celestia. Her harsh conditioning and torture had made me damaged goods, and according to Cadence I didn’t even really deserve it. Or did I? Why was I so hostile to the ponies when they first came to our world? Because it was change, a major change that would encompass my entire life, and people hate change. I still didn’t know my place in the new world. Was I Cadence’s lover or her servant? There was no way to fake that we had feelings for each other, but she was still royalty and I wasn’t. Well, perhaps I would simply be a favored servant. There are worse things to be, particularly in a monarchy.

Which was another open question. Celestia was still the single leader. Was her treatment of me really done dispassionately, and was my release to Cadence done out of mercy, or did she truly think of me as just a magi-cum receptacle? I might have to ask Cadence to act as a go-between to ensure that she didn’t come back someday and claim me as her own again. And I’d have to treat Cadence right to make sure she never had cause to do so.

All that was for the future, though. For now, I just wanted to watch Cadence sleep and feel her warmth. When she stirred I would wake her in the traditional way for princesses to be woken, with a kiss. I hoped she would be ready to make love again, because I certainly was.