Author's Note

There is clop at the end of the chapter. When you reach the point that says

--- (Ctrl+F Clop is Over to skip)

you can just use the search function to skip to the end of the chapter, searching for the second instance of Clop is Over.

If you don't like clop, then.... sorry. I did mention that it would show up, and I'm giving you the chance to skip it, so... yeah.

Ch04 - Love Tunnel (Contains Clop)

Anton looked around frantically for some sort of light to see her by, or something, anything.

“Even as a human, my night vision wasn’t this bad, at least the place is large enough to stand in...”

Anton was struck by one of his more strange ideas, and immediately thought that it was just insane. But he had no proof it wouldn’t work. If he could wake up Creepette, maybe he could use her glowing eyes as a sort of flashlight... nah. That’d be too weird.

He tried figuring out exactly what he was standing on, or at least the closest to what it felt like. He hoped it wasn’t a really tiny cave, that would suck.

The clicking of his claws on stone made his heart sink. He couldn’t see, was standing on stone, and there was no light. It was either a cave or basement, and neither of those seemed particularly good to be lost in. As well, it was getting cold, and he could feel his thoughts begin to slow.

“Well, sight is out, maybe I should try being more of an animal, given my body.”

He sadly realized his nose was not much better than it was before.

“Oh right, lizard-boy.”

He stuck out his tongue, idly wondering exactly how lizards could smell with their tongues, but holding it out didn’t seem to do anything. He’d figured it wouldn’t be too effective, but he hoped for something better than nothing. Retracting his tongue, he prepared to consider other options.

Which meant he wasn’t prepared for the sudden explosion of color washing over his senses. As his tongue had passed over the roof of his mouth, a burst of colors, like a rainbow paint bucket throwing up, flew across his vision. At the same time, it was like a taste, but also like vision.

Incredibly disoriented, it took him a few moments to realize that the flash of colors/tastes had given him the impression of something with form. In front of him, outlined in greens and cored with oranges and reds, was a shape he somehow recognized as Creepette. He wasn’t entirely sure how, but something about the shape he looked at smelled right.

Which, he had to admit to himself, was one of the weirdest combinations of sensory-based adverbs he’d ever used in a single sentence.

The image faded slowly from his ‘view’, and he paused to take stock of the new development.

“I can see an object by their temperature, by tasting it, and I can smell what things look like. And I heard acid was trippy. Okay, so now what, I probably can’t find anything that doesn’t give off heat too easily, so I guess I’ll have to hope Creepette can see in the dark.”

He yawned, and realized the cold was making him tired.

“Oh yeah, cold-blooded, I need something warm... uh... oh, right.”

He went over to where he recalled Creepette being and laid down, snuggling next to her. As he settled in, he realized that she seemed far bonier than he remembered; he could distinctly feel her ribs, and he could also feel the dip in her tummy.

The only explanation that came to mind, was extreme physical exertion seeing as how she’d eaten not too long ago. It was either too little an amount to sustain her running, or the explosion for some reason. As odd as it sounded, the explosion theory made more sense, as he was carrying her most of the way.

‘So when she blows up... it’s kinda like teleporting, hence our new location, and it burns calories really quickly, using them as fuel. Crap, I need to get her something to eat or she’ll starve! What do I do?’

A weak mutter from Creepette caught his attention.

“Uh... uhn... gee?”

“I’m here, are you okay? You need food? I don’t think we can find any here...”

“Fuuuuuud...”

Her long, drawn-out moan sounded pained, like someone with a really bad flu groaning over a toilet.

‘Oh this is really bad. I can’t find any of that fungus, but if I don’t her body could... ugh.’

He shook the ugly, and disturbing image out of his head, not liking the idea of her body deteriorating from severe malnutrition.

He felt her hooves wrap slowly around him, their gentleness more from a weakness in her muscles than from any wish to prevent his discomfort. And while the warmth was welcome, he realized that the cold stone floor was likely sapping just as much of her heat as it was his.

‘Gotta do something, uhm... a blanket? No, I can’t even see inanimate objects. And I can’t take my time, if I can’t move from the cold, Creepette’s as good as dead along with me. I gotta get help from somewhere, but where? Goddess, why do you hate me?’

Flicking his tongue nervously, he caught a scent, like the feeling of a harsh fire. ‘looking’ around, he could see Creepette entirely in spite of her being on top of him, and he could also ‘see’ the tunnel, vaguely. And it was a tunnel, now that he wasn’t blinded from his first use of the ability, with thin white outlines marking where changes in the tunnel’s walls were.

He’d never even heard of a lizard that could do this, but beggars can’t be choosers, he rationalized.

Standing up, with Creepette still on his back, her weight worryingly reduced, he began to slowly follow the weird scent down the tunnel. Whatever had made that scent/feeling, he had to hope it would help. He didn’t have room anymore for doubt, as the only other things that he could hold were either hope, or despair.

Several minutes of padding down the rough corridor, his rear legs making rhythmic ‘clip-clop’ sounds to accompany his foreleg’s ‘clickety-click’ of claws on stone. The pads of his feet felt raw and painful, the hard stone also making his hooves ache.

He’d been doggedly following the scent, but Creepette had gone limp a little while ago, fast asleep on his back. She felt so frail, and he worried about her, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching him. Worse, his hearing had seemed to go a tad downhill, and he still thought he kept hearing something every now and then. It made him honestly think of his time in Minecraft, sorta similar to the noise that spiders made on stone.

Tasting the air again, he stopped in time to realize the ‘smooth’ section before him was actually a drop, the lack of ‘outlines’ for the tiny outcroppings of stone actually indicating that the fissure continued downwards.

What really intrigued him, though, was the slight breeze from down there, wafting gently towards him from the depths. The breeze smelled of things burning, and smelled like bad eggs. ‘Bad eggs, plus burning... bad eggs, plus burning... bad eggs = sulphur, burning means fire, or...’

His thought cut off as the realization hit him about the same time as the puff of warm air and the oncoming light.

‘Lava tubes are smooth-sided and incredibly level, until a short drop before the magma chamber... how far down did we go?!’

Turning and running back along the gentle slope of the tunnel, he could feel things beginning to heat up. It was slow at first, but building.

‘Can’t slow down, just gotta hope it subsides before I hit a dead end. Keep moving, oh crap this is not going to be easy...’

He kept moving, trying his best to gauge when the magma would go back down, but since running was more important, not much effort went into the thought. This, combined with the lack of information with which to gauge the magma’s stopping point, just made fear the most prominent of feelings.

Taking a quick look back, he could see the tiny speck of the dull-red magma, glowing only slightly as it advanced. The fact that the air was becoming very warm, but not uncomfortably so just yet, simply meant that ‘cool magma’ was a relative term.

The tunnel continued to slope oh-so-gently upwards, but Anton realized he was definitely at a steeper angle than before. He’d likely passed the point they’d started from a little while ago, but he wasn’t stopping yet.

He could feel the sweat begin to pour off of Creepette, and he also realized that he wasn’t sweating, nor particularly uncomfortable yet, but the situation was similar to the desert.

The main problem was that he was running out of room to run, and he almost skidded to a halt as he ‘saw’ a wall ahead. Not having the time to stop, however, he simply plowed into it. Laying in a crumpled heap at the bottom, Creepette whimpered as she lay on top of him.

The heat had stopped increasing, but at this rate, the oxygen in the cave wouldn’t last forever, either.

‘What do I do, come on, there’s gotta be something. Can’t bust through another wall, it hurts too much. Think of something.’

His brain, however, was running a million miles a minute, and any possible ideas were quickly swarmed by fear. He had to calm down somehow. Focus. What is available? He gave a quick ‘look’ at his surroundings, hoping for some kind of way out.

About this time, Creepette had curled up close to him again, this time under him, evidently wanting to be held. Distracted, he couldn’t quite process the information he received.

‘Can’t risk shouting for help, oxygen would be used up faster, and I doubt it would help. Just need to think of something. Oh screw it. I’ll just take the damn hug. At least it’ll be a better way than most people, usually all they get is “Mind that bus.” “What bus?” Splat!’

Pulling her closer, he felt Creepette nuzzle him, shivering slightly. She felt so fragile to him, and she just wanted his attention. He could feel her heart pulse gently in her chest as she lay her head on his shoulder, the two of them laying on their sides.

‘Yeah, you win, Life, you bastard. At least I’m not going out completely miserable. Get it over with.’

He felt Creepette cuddle closer, and realized she was practically reverse-spooning him at that point. She was still soft, even if she was a tad bony.

‘Awkward. Really awkward. Not entirely unwelcome, but really really awkward. Is she doing this on purpose? Now?’

He stifled a shout as he felt her nip at his neck. It wasn’t unpleasant, but he wasn’t entirely sure of what to make of what it did feel like.

‘Okay then, um, I guess there are lots of other worse ways to die. But there are definitely safer places to be doing this... not like we’d get much choice on ‘later’ though. Eh, who wants to die a virgin anyway?’

As he debated on what exactly to do, he felt her continue to gently nibble him, disrupting his thoughts repeatedly.

‘Okay, uh how do less... er, evolved species show affection, uh... lick her nose? Wow I’m an idiot. Oh whatever, if I mess up, it won’t be very awkward for too long.’

Pushing her away a little, he tentatively licked her on the nose, earning a startled ‘eep!’ from her in the process. Then, he just held her, trying his best to make her understand why he did that, and trying not to make things weird. He had no idea how creepers, or creeper ponies did this kind of thing.

“Uhn-gee?”

Her voice, soft and mildly plaintive, sounded hurt. He could practically see her ears go flat, even in the dark, and could easily imagine the sad look on her face.

‘Crap, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do! Oh man. How do I fix this when I can’t talk to her? This has got to be the most horrible form of sexual awkwardness in the universe. Great, uh...’

As he sat there, pontificating wildly, he could feel her shift next to him, tensing up. He could almost sense her beginning to cry.

‘Ah screw it.’

He gave up trying to be ‘correct’ and just hugged her, trying to get across the fact that he liked her, but was absolutely clueless about the procedure. It seemed to at least forestall the tears, and he felt her nuzzle his neck again, pressing against him as hard as she could. Admittedly, that wasn’t very hard, but he could feel her trying. And, she had started nibbling him again, similar to her attempts at grooming him, but... different somehow.

He quickly decided that thinking about what to do just made things worse, so he just did his best to emulate what she was doing, and hoped he was supposed to do that. Minus the nibbling, his teeth were very sharp, and he didn’t want to injure her. This was by far the most unforeseen outcome he could imagine. He didn’t want to screw it up, because she had obviously been looking forward to this.

His first return nuzzle, tentative as it was, seemed to spur her on. She pressed her muzzle to his neck for a moment, breathing deeply, before he felt her muzzle drop a bit lower, to his chest. He wasn’t sure about what to do, or where to put his legs, until he felt her gently shift him onto his back. She was laying on top of him, then, and he realized he could see her vaguely, her eyes glowing a vibrant crimson as she nosed his chest again.

‘Okay, uh, I think I know what she wants... but what do I do now? Do I lay here, wrap my forelegs around her? This is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be.’

It seemed she was taking the initiative, now that he’d given her ‘permission’ or something, and he could see her eyes traveling further from his face. Which meant closer to his...

He gulped slightly in anticipation as the realization hit him.

‘I really hope it doesn’t look all mutated. What if I got a fish dick or something? Oh God, just don’t think about it, and hope for the best...’

Interrupting his thoughts was an odd sensation, similar to when he would get an erection, but a little different. Looking down and tasting the air, he got a glimpse of an arising length of warmth, most definitely his... ‘member’.

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With a spike of fear, he check again as he felt the length of it rise from his belly, as his ‘scent vision’ only took still-frames.

The length of it was a brighter orange than the rest of him, though it was difficult to see it well compared to the background heat of Creepette. But he could tell that she was staring at it directly. He could even feel her warm breath along the tip of it, gusting across and sending a flare of interesting sensations throughout him.

“Uhn-gee?”

The words were said as a question, like someone asking ‘please’. Anton paused for a moment, not sure whether he wanted to proceed or not... and it seemed that he still had a chance to back out.

‘Oh well, not like I’ll get another chance.’

“Uh, yeah, go ahead?”

He felt a brief tickle of her breath, before the sensation of her lips touching the tip of his spire made him draw a hissing breath. The feeling of her mouth slowly enveloping the end of his shaft forced his back to arch as he felt every nerve ending there explode with sensation.

‘Wasn’t expecting that! But not complaining... man this is weird... eh whatever, I should at least enjoy this before I end up extra crispy.’

He shuddered at the entirely new range of sensations he was experiencing, overwhelmed by the newness of the whole act. Sure, he’d watched porn before, be he’d never actually...

He gasped again as he felt her tongue come into contact with his tip. The appendage stroked it lightly, caressing him gently. It was, to put it simply, intoxicating. As he felt her begin to slide her mouth onto him, embracing his shaft with lips and tongue, he felt his clawed forelegs begin to move towards her. He wasn’t even entirely sure why, just that it felt like she was moving too slowly. He wanted to... to speed her up. Move her onto him further. He... he wasn’t sure why, but it felt right for some reason.

As his forelegs met her head, he pressed gently, and she obliged willingly, assuaging his fear that she might not like it. But she seemed to enjoy it, and even grew more vigorous with her motions.

The flat, scale-like portions of her tongue sent sweeping rushes of feeling through him, and he could feel her hum slightly around the blockage of his meat in her mouth.

He wasn’t entirely sure how to express his feelings beyond trying to stroke her mane as he felt her begin to bob slowly up and down his length. Something was building in him, and it felt incredible.

Suddenly, he felt himself jerk involuntarily, his forelimbs forcing her further onto him than before, as a tidal flood of his seed spilled from him. He could tell she was trying to drink it; he could feel her swallow around his tip, the muscular contractions making him cum even harder.

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Finally, he was spent, exhausted and finished. He lay back,, not a drop of sweat on him, as he felt her slowly pull herself off of him. He winced slightly at the overload of sensation as she crawled up to lay on him, snuggled on top of him like a blanket.

Breathing hard, he could only lay back, and hold her.