Good Clop, Bad Clop

“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.