Author's Note
This is my sixth clopfic out of the few that were made using canon characters this time as anthropomorphic beings instead of their normal forms; however, this is a Mature-rated fanfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.
Anyways, I just want to state for the record that My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; also, considering that the fanfic itself is based off an independent comic, all credits should go to 3mangos instead of me.
Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends; I can assure you that this will probably put a shock to the system, your system that is.
Extra Credit
If there was one thing that proved to be noticeable for many of its inhabitants already though, then it would be that many of them were now on the lighter side as of this moment in time. Daylight was burning bright as a fluorescent lightbulb as the scenery below it was being bathed in its glow, providing only warmth and guidance in its entirety from high above into the sky. Within a large dream drop distance was a civilization defined in such various materials, most of them being the ones surpassing the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze was found to be surfing across the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence even with concrete roads lying side by side along. In the background, there had rested a valley and ridge of mountains, raging with growth and erosion in the process of their trying times as the sun was hovering over them. The location itself bustled about with an utter abundance of people from various demographics: age, gender, finances, and social standing being nothing short from the standardized metallurgy of life.
Out of many buildings in this rather quiet place, there was one that had stood out amongst others: a large on in the very outskirts of the town remained in the very distance from the remainders. It had stood up as high as about three stories tall with a clock tower stretching upward as the long red flag waved from the tip of the lanky pole on top. Its roofing had the style of a tent save for the middle where a glass dome served as the skylight to provide illumination to the people below inside the building. Out from the very entrance was a statue of an equine being standing about atop a pedestal on its hind legs with a free spirit and perhaps a sense of direction worthy of departure. Surrounding it already were thin blades of grass with the occasional stone pavement carved into them, a large piece of nature becoming intertwined with the likes of something so artificial. All that had remained out there was a pair of horseshoes out in front of them, a smaller one resting on its side inside another as they became integral to the theme that they were all setting for.
If one were to be given a tour on what the edifice had looked like on the inside, then the first stop would be one of the rooms sharing a typical atmosphere in the making thanks to choice decorum: chalkboards, chairs, counters, cubbies, cabinets, communiqués, charts, computers, and clocks; the only integral parts that would keep things in order would be a score of people taking space. Of course, there was only one individual currently inside the room but absolutely no signs of any others whatsoever to say the least: a male brunette unicorn was found to be eating a simple donut in plain sight. Upon his face was a pair of jade orbs circling about the pupils, brows furrowed into a glazed lids as the white teeth made its way upon the grain as its crumbs stained the cheeks that were a part of his light amber coat. Adorning over the unicorn’s slender build was a white shirt and red tie over the waistline whereas below it found a pair of dark green slacks being held up together by a black belt. Dressing his feet were a pair of blue bluchers that stood over the simplistic flooring in the room, serrated with a flat but softer edge even within the soles of the wearer as of this moment. On the opposite hand from the chewed donut was a piece of paper with some inky writing strewn about the whiteness in a set of letters, numbers, and even symbols as well thrown about like fragments.
As the unicorn was looking over the sheet, his ears were found to be standing on endwise when a foreign sound had came about to destroy the ambience: emerging into the room was a pink plain pony with a plastered smile; likewise, some significant differences were found upon the entrant. For starters, the traveler is a female donning some long flowing inflated hair with a color that proved to be darker than the coat upon her very body reaching down to the nape of the owner’s neck. A pair of bright cerulean irises had already emerged from the pink pony’s face in the midst of the widen eyes, matching the demeanor possessed by the very same noise which had made from long before. Her attire consisted of a white buttoned sky blue blouse with a red ribbon tied around underneath the collar over the dainty frame that shaped the torso as the white sweater tied over the dark blue skirt gave way to the long stocking runs. The pink pony was found to be wearing a pair of black low–cut shoes, the most direct source of the entire reverberation that was caused much earlier. The only thing that she shared in common with the unicorn was that there was a piece of paper within these hands; upon closer inspection, doing so also brought some attention to the pair of yellow wristbands.
“Hey, Mr. Donut!!” the pink pony greeted as she showed him the paper, a series of crimson strokes drawn upon it, “you’ll let me retake this test right? Right?”
“Nah…” Mr. Donut replied after swallowing another bite from the foodstuff.
A deluge of tears formed from her eyes as she wailed, “What!? Why noooot!?”
“I don’t do retests,” was all that he had replied while looking onward.
“Hmm…” the pink pony murmured quietly as the sobbing stopped, resting her chin underneath the right fist; all of the sudden, she switches hands and nearly pinches her tongue while whispering, “wanna bet I can change your mind?”
“Hey!” Mr. Donut choked out in a daze from her choice of wordplay, “don’t even joke about that! What kind of teacher do you think I am anyway!? Get out of my sight right–– What the–!”
At that moment in time, the brunette unicorn felt the red tie pulled tightly enough to stop him from finishing the other sentences; it was no doubt the work of the pink pony herself who had now gotten him into an embrace. They were still standing straight anyways as their eyes closed as the two were now kissing each other; surprisingly, as their lips grew closer to one another, so did their strength. The equine pair grew more eager as their mouths finally opened as one another passed, causing their tongues to finally slip from their point of origin and they both explored each other’s mouths with such overwhelming ecstasy. The overall results had left them continuing for at least over a minute or two tongue-tied in a brief but benign hailstorm of passion.
Suddenly, Mr. Donut found himself breaking away from the intimacy and felt flushed with heated redness, a physiological change that was also present on her face as well.
“Mmm… you may have glazed me a little,” the pink pony slurped with a glazed smile across the visage as she raised her right hand toward the chin.
Now it had seemed too much for the guy as his pale coat was now reeking with perspiration, the entire body trembling with excessive movements while gasping, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
“Woah there!” she giggled upon finding his hands ripping open the blouse, revealing her vast cleavage from underneath the cloth, “no need to rush, we’ve got while. Let’s take it slow, okay?”
“Yeah… yeah okay,” Mr. Donut sighed as he sat on the edge of the desk nearby while the pink pony knelt downward without a care in the whole wide world.
She found a piece of metal upon the unicorn’s green pants and pulled it downward with closed eyes as she hummed, “la, la, la, la, la, whee…!”
“What am I doing…” he thought to himself with golden silence so that only his voice could be heard even when the belt buckle became undone, “has she done this before?”
“Wowie, well aren’t I just the luckiest pony: it’s rock-hard; aahn…” the pink pony squealed with surprise as she found a slender cylinder appendage from Mr. Donut. Glancing at the unicorn’s yard with a profligate grin she had quietly giggling to herself before using the right hand to knead it around playfully like a joystick; before long, her own tongue found itself slipping out of the mouth and slowly sliding it around as its saliva made contact.
Somewhat helplessly, all that Mr. Donut could do watch closely to the movement the pink pony made, licking his shaft before slowly forwarding her mouth in as he spoke to himself, “so far so good… Oh gosh hngghh… Oh jeez. She’s good at this… Damnit! I’m gonna–! Wait what? Holy Ffffuudge!” Even though that she wasn’t moaning in the same tone as he was somehow, she could care less about while syphoning the contents from his appendage inside the former’s deep throat; additionally, legs were spread a bit further apart to increase dexterity. Mr. Donut could barely help himself but drool and blush every time he felt the pink pony’s tongue going around his yard as she held onto to the owner’s abdomen; in no time, she slid it underneath and inside her bosoms ‘til its point was seen underneath her chin and had started squeezed both of them mutually on each side, swaying them up and down concomitantly.
“You’re going love this…” she thought to herself as her tongue started to slip through and out below her lips before it reached the tip of his shaft, earning a soft moan as he looked onward, “I guarantee it or my name isn’t Pinkamena Diane Pie…!”
“NGH… I’m coming.” he moaned as it wasn’t long until Pie’s sandwiching and tongue tickling around the unicorn’s elongated appendage caused him to splatter upon her chin and lips as she absorbed most of it.
The moment it was all done, the pink pony thenceforward broke off from between his legs, lifted herself back up, and said, “so about that retest…”
“What?” was all that Mr. Donut choked out as she licked the remaining contents off from her face, “oh. Yeah. It’s an ‘A’. Don’t worry about it.”
“Ahem!” a brief interjection took place as the two individuals were caught off guard by the presence of another: it was a white alicorn already found to be standing within their presence. Like Pie, the being was also a female donning some long flowing inflated hair with a quartet of colors upon every single bit that already reached down to the nape of the owner’s neck instantly. A pair of bright purple irises had already emerged from the alicorn’s face in the midst of the contracting eyes, it’s demeanor being of a hard look piercing through the two’s visages at once. Her attire consisted of a dark blue blouse matching the long skirt and petite stilettos which she had all worn to cover up the wings that shaped the outlook of such past performances thereof. The white alicorn was found to be wearing a sapphire orb around her very neck, bringing attention to the bust that was restrained by the beige underclothing where a pair of arms rested. Even now, she felt the redness burning underneath the eyes as she felt the footwear tapping against the hard floor slowly in between intervals for the observers to hear only clearly no less.
The brunette unicorn soon stared in both shock and awe upon seeing the white alicorn already, finding only enough strength in his larynx to choke out with little hesitation whatsoever, “Principal…!”
“Celestia…” the pink pony finished off where Mr. Donut had left off, fortunate enough to get herself dressed up in time but too late to depart where the observer had entered; in the former’s mind was one thought only: “oh, hi there…”
