Friendship is CLOPtimal: Elegance

With his mane and tail slicked down, the latter hiding his dong which had once again retracted into his body, Woody turned his attention to his stomach. It was already dark out, but a bright moon and stars gave enough light to walk. He barely even noticed that his apartment door opened to the street, despite the fact that his window looked several stories down. A few other ponies were out, so he walked in the same general direction.

Soon enough he found an open area of space where wooden tables had been set up in a T-formation. Along the longer axis were many groups of ponies—some couples, some threesomes, more large groups—eating, drinking, and laughing. The short axis held the food itself, each station with a pony waiting to serve. He cantered up to the one on the end, where the mare behind the table held a long knife and fork.

“Some of the porktree roast for you?” she asked.

“Thanks. Have you got any kind of a to-go container?”

“A what now?” She had a touch of a country accent.

“Like a Styrofoam or plastic dish with a lid.”

“Don’t know those words you used, but I’ll give you a dish for sure.” She started carving some thin slices of the meaty vegetable.

“That’s fine, I’ll just take the plate.” He loaded up with applesauce as well, and eschewed any of the vegetables that actually tasted like vegetables. There was no plastic wrap or foil, and he scowled at this. It wasn’t pleasant to walk while holding the dish in his hoof. Going just to the table was fine, but it would take him forever to get home. Then he noticed that the porktree mare held some of her platters and trays on her back, even though they were stacked high. Trying that himself, he found that he could balance the plate perfectly as he sauntered home. He did meet a few odd stares from ponies who had never seen a plate carried from the banquet before.

When he entered the magic mirror room he was pleased to note that his bed had been made and the towel he had used before had been laundered and hung. Whether this was somepony’s job or just part of the magic of his new world, he didn’t know, and he didn’t care. He downed the food quickly and turned on the entertaining cauldron. As he licked the last of the sauce off the plate, he remarked to himself, “That mare who served me was sure cute, and the way she balanced her trays on her flanks, it just made him…

Once more he was off to the bed.

***

After three days of this, Woody heard a heavy knock at his door. When CAIdance appeared with her lips pursed into a scowl, he reacted by smiling in equal measure. Without introduction, she said, “You’re going to get bored.”

“Bored of TV, internet, and orgasms? Yeah, maybe I will. When I do I’ll take up a hobby or something. Plenty of research I can do on the internet.”

“You know that it is my mission to satisfy your values through friendship and ponies.”

“And you’re doing a great job.” Woody kicked his back leg around to dismiss her, but CAIdance advanced on him.

“Not really. Observe this chart.” She conjured a bar graph with three items. One reached nearly the top, and Woody looked to the bottom to see the word “satisfaction” beneath it. But “ponies” was only a quarter of the size of the first bar and “friendship” was a mere sliver.

“Aw, you’ve been a great friend. And ain’t I a pony?”

“In body, yes, but you’re still referring to your magic mirror and cauldron by their anachronistic names. Also you’re confining yourself nearly exclusively to sites and programs from the old world.”

He smirked. “I’m watching pony porn. And by time percentage that’s half my sites. Thank you for that, by the way. These mares are much hotter than the women of Earth were.”

“That is not my major complaint. You have refused to go make friends. You don’t even eat at the communal banquets. Don’t you know that the ponies there would love to be friends with you?”

“Maybe, maybe not. Don’t need ‘em. I’m satisfied and happy right here.”

“Twilight Sparkle also thought she was happy with just her books…” CAIdance trailed off. Bright Wood had no idea who Twilight Sparkle was, and no curiosity to find out. He tried to dismiss her again, but she thought for a moment. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Yes?”

“There’s a party tomorrow. We have one every week. No special occasion, but better food, music, dancing, games. Go to it. Just that one.”

“And if I don’t?” Woody had said it with the same defiance he had shown, but CAIdance looked down at him with new reproach. He realized for a moment that she was more powerful than he was by far, and was a little intimidated, but he didn’t back down. “Will you cut off my entertainment?”

“No. But I don’t have to leave. I have all the time in the world.” She let the threat hang in the air before continuing. “Just go to this party, and I’ll leave you alone.”

“For how long?”

CAIdance dropped her expression, annoyed that he had caught the out clause. “Until I can try again.”

“I’ll make you a counter-offer. I’ll go to the party, but then you have to sleep with me.”

“All right. If that’s what it will take.”

“Wait!” Woody said. “I remember how you are with euphemisms. I mean you have to have sex with me.”

She looked at him with narrow eyes. “You still don’t fully think of me as a mare, do you. You see a mare’s body, and it turns you on, but you wouldn’t ask me for that if I were one of the ponies on your level. Am I correct?”

It was the first sign that she’d pierced his defenses. He said nothing.

“Very well, I agree.” She made for the door. “Tomorrow night, you go to the party. After that, I shall come and screw you, and then leave you alone until you decide you want to go out again.”

He was already back in the side room before the door closed.

***

When the sun went down the next evening, Bright Wood switched off the cauldron and put his hoof on the door. He hadn’t thought that he needed to shower, detecting no body odor, but decided not to risk it. His mane and tail fell into place naturally, and there was no need to dress. Getting ready was never easier. Indeed, he had time, he could get himself off one more time…no, get the party over with first.

The banquet tables had been replaced with a large tent. A good number of ponies were already milling about underneath, but surrounding it were round tables and, at one end, a stage. Woody was glad to see that place cards were on the tables, so he wouldn’t be forced to choose his tablemates. After he found his name on a card, he parked his flank down and counted the hours.

Cute fillies in serving costumes came round with food, and Woody felt the first indications of his tail shifting beneath him on the chair. He had to restrain himself, reflecting that he’d gotten too used to wanking off whenever he felt like it. Still, what he would do to that blonde one with the highlights on her fetlock…no! Just eat and get through the party, then he could get relief.

After the food, the dancing began, and from this he could get no relief. A short-maned mare with dark glasses was spinning records with the typical loud and pounding bass line that Woody detested. The ponies seemed to love it, shaking on the dance floor with enthusiasm, but all it did for Woody was to hurt his ears. Endure, endure, he told himself. By keeping to the far end, nopony had come to talk to him. They all seemed to assume that he was resting from a dance, or waiting for someone, or in some way not open to talk.

There was no downtime in the music, for the DJ never concluded one song and started another. Everypony else seemed to know when to sit down or get up during the dance, but it was a good half hour before the last note was sounded and Woody’s eardrums stopped throbbing.

“OK!” the DJ said. “I’m going to be back for my next set real soon, but for now, we’re going to slow things down.” She seemed to resent having to say it. “Fillies and gentlecolts, please welcome…Octavia!”

Woody distracted himself with a drink, but gave his full attention to the stage as he saw a gray mare with a flowing mane set up a cello or bass viol. He couldn’t tell which, but he really wasn’t looking as she perched on her back legs and held a bow in her hoof. She didn’t speak but went into a somber and slow piece. The music was still loud, but it was resonant and melodic. Definitely not a bass, he thought, as the shaking of the table stopped and he could listen.

Some of the pony couples got up and slow danced to the music while gazing into each other’s eyes, and a few more just stood there watching and swaying, but most took the opportunity to relax from the intensity of the previous set.

It was far shorter than the electronic music, only four songs, but each was its own piece with verses and refrains and bridges and middle eights. For the first time that night, Woody was enjoying himself, but it wasn’t just the music.

He’d come to terms with his new attraction to the pony form over the human, but Octavia had a style he’d never seen before. Her eyes were narrower and more sultry than other ponies’. She didn’t show her teeth or bounce around, but her bowing gave her a grace and élan that he hadn’t noticed in anypony else. Not that he’d looked much.

She wore a bow tie in a shade to match her cutie mark, but other than that she was naked, and Woody tried to sneak a look between her legs before realizing that she would have the same ability to protect her modesty as he did. The mini-concert concluded and she carried her cello off the side of the stage.

When he saw the DJ returning to the stage, Woody decided that his time would be better spent on the other side of the speakers looking at Octavia. She showed delicate care as she put her cello back in its case with the bow and resin and other accoutrements. But his tread was heavy and she heard him, picked up her head and gave a flashing smile of greeting.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hello.”

“You play very nicely.”

“Thank you.”

He stepped away, but the thump-thump of the DJ’s second set was at least muffled where he was, so he stayed around. Noticing a similar wince from Octavia, he decided to go for a compliment. “I much prefer your kind of music to…that.”

She laughed and laid her cello case against the stage, showing off her flank. “Funny thing is that I know her. We’re friends.” Now Octavia’s attention was entirely on him, as though she were looking at his flank as well. “What do you do?”

“Oh, nothing much. Really just arrived, you know. Haven’t settled down. I have an apartment, but…”

“But no friends yet?”

“Not really.”

Octavia looked as if she were weighing a conundrum, but she still had her eyes toward Woody’s rear. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Would you like a drink?”

“Huh? Sure.”

She trotted off and came back with some punch. “Excuse me, terribly sorry,” she said, “but I didn’t even get your name.”

“Oh, Bright Wood, but I think I prefer Woody.”

Now her smile was genuine. He sipped his drink and tried to sneak more looks at her curves while her head was turned away. She took a hefty draft of her own drink and said, “And you said you had your own place?”

“Yes, up in one of the towers.”

“Oh, very nice. I have a roommate in fact.” She eyed the stage which gave Woody another chance to check out her rear.

Downing his own cup of liquid courage, he decided to go for broke. After all, it wasn’t like she was a girl on Earth. This was a new world, and he had every right to try. “Would you like to see the apartment?”

“Are you…” she hesitated. “Are you asking me back to your place?”

“I…sure.”

“OK!” She wasn’t practiced at putting excitement in her voice, but she did.

As they walked back to his rooms Woody’s mind raced, mostly with ideas about what direction to take this in. He was so sure that his request would, at best, be met with a polite refusal and, at worst, with indignant hints that he was being creepy. He still wasn’t convinced that Octavia didn’t understand the meaning of going to a man’s—or a stallion’s—home alone.

He was also grateful for his apartment’s self-cleaning ability, shuddering to think how Octavia would react if he brought her into his home with evidence of his activities strewn around. They walked in and Octavia sat on the couch and patted the pillow next to her with her hoof.

Woody joined her, still thinking of how best to woo this mare, to reel in the fish that he’d got on the line, when she leaned her head onto his shoulder. When he turned, by reflex, to look at her, she leaned in and kissed him.

Again it was a reflex action, but he thrust his tongue out as his lips parted in surprise, but it was the right move as Octavia opened her own mouth and sucked on it. His tongue was much longer than it had been, but he did not extend it to its full length, finally relaxing and enjoying the moment. They broke the kiss and smiled assent at one another. Octavia reached down between his rear hooves.

His tail was already shifting, and he moved his leg to give it room to extend underneath his body, but then he had an idea. He forced the end of it toward Octavia and gave her the gentlest pat on the flank, then slid it down to link with her own wide tail.

By whatever inherent magic operated his biology, Woody’s shaft was now fully exposed along with his balls by the base. His confidence grew as his dick did. He felt the hormones rushing through his body, giving him energy.

“Oh, my,” said Octavia. “You’re incredible. Your sack is huge.” Woody was amused by this, and saw that her mound was also on display, showing the glisten of wetness in the low light. “Vinyl’s going to be so jealous.”

“What?” he said. “Who’s Vinyl?”

“She was the DJ at the party tonight, and my roommate.” Octavia backed off and let go of his tail. “I’m sorry, that was a stupid thing to say. I won’t tell her.”

Woody had the germ of an idea about Octavia’s lifestyle, how most of the time if she did go out with her friend, it would be the more open and gregarious Vinyl who would go home with a stallion. Indeed, she could be making a special exception for him, out of a kind of spite. But she was still beautiful and hot. “Why don’t we take this to the bed?” he asked.

“I…really?”

Nodding, Woody held up a hoof as though to escort her. As they walked toward his bedroom Octavia’s tail swished behind and caressed his flanks. She’s all over me!, he thought.

Sitting on the bed was awkward enough when he was human, but now as a semi-quadruped it was more awkward to keep balance. With his tail behind him, Woody’s balls were pushed against the mattress, so he decided that he would quickly move to lying down. But Octavia got to him first.

She wrapped a hoof around his neck and kissed him deeply, then leaned in until he was forced onto his back, his tail cushioning him just as it did when he got himself off. They were crosswise to the bed’s orientation, but instead of rotating, Octavia grabbed a pillow and placed it behind his head.

The kissing and making out had already aroused him, but when Octavia straddled him and ran her hoof across his shaft, he came to full erection. “Oh, wow. Your dick is enormous,” she said. That turned him on more, to be thought of as sexy because of his endowment. The head flared further, and Octavia gave it a gentle kiss, looking at his eyes for approval.

She leaned forward and pinned him to the bed, bending his shaft so it rested against his stomach. Woody, trying to be more active in the sex, wrapped his hooves around her neck and kissed all over her face. He tried to roll her over to be on top, but Octavia was stronger than he was. He’d learned that Earth ponies were supposed to be the strongest physically, and perhaps Octavia had had time to build her muscles above his. She grinded her flanks against his cock, pressing it between their bodies. He felt a cold drip on his balls, and his sense of smell told him that Octavia was being turned on as well.

In a low, breathy voice she said, “Can I put it inside me? I’m so wet for you.” Woody nodded and moaned assent, but still she shook her hips against him for another minute, her cutie mark dancing in the pale light of the moon.

Octavia put her front hooves on his shoulders, shoving him further into the bed while bracing herself on her back hooves. As her flanks rose, his freed dick pointed skyward. She lifted up slowly so that his head traced its way down her body until it rested against her mound. As she wiggled her hips, Woody felt her juices against the head of his cock. But this only made it flare out wider, and he feared he would hurt her if she tried to insert it.

She took one hoof off his shoulder, leaving the other one to hold up her body, and it hurt a little, but Woody didn’t mind. She grabbed the middle of his shaft and held it steady, then thrust her hips down. Woody felt his dick slide past her inner lips and be squeezed from all sides.

He’d never felt anything like this, even when he used his own powerful hooves. He breathed in sharply and said, “Oh, buck me, that’s tight!”

“Yeah? You OK?” She smiled at him.

“Just hold it there a moment.” None of the sensations were unpleasant, just unexpected, and he wanted to savor each one. “Go ahead.”

She pumped up and down, not using any sort of technique, but it worked, for soon Woody felt a stirring in his balls. “I’m going to cum already…” he panted, “but keep going. I can go more than once.”

“I’m cumming too,” Octavia said, but continued her rhythm, perhaps with an innate sense of timing from her years of playing cello.

Woody broke through and could feel his semen traveling up his shaft and into her. Unlike his masturbation sessions, he didn’t even lose his erection but kept hard inside her, staying sensitive until it built in him again.

The sex kept going, but Woody managed to count his orgasms until he said, “Wait. I’ve never been able to go past five. If you don’t stop I’ll pass out!” But Octavia was relentless, grinding her pussy up and down his cock.

“I’ve had a dozen already. I’m going to spend myself.” Her voice was growing higher and her speed was increasing, and though Woody tried to hold off she held him down and unable to move.

Octavia let out a scream, and dimly through the haze of his arousal Woody realized that she was going through some female equivalent of his own super-orgasm, but it was too late as he felt it deep within him. He pictured the bulge in his cock forcing the massive globs of cum into her as his body convulsed and shook.

A minute later, his orgasm finally subsided, but he couldn’t move and knew that he would be unconscious in a moment. He felt Octavia’s lips on his one last time as she whispered, “Thank you.” Then darkness took him.