Good Clop, Bad Clop

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.