Author's Note

As the title implies, this chapter is nearly pure clop. Anyone interested in this story for the optimization aspects and not the clop can go ahead on to the last chapter. A precis of the chapter follows for anyone who wants to do so:

Woody puts it out that he's looking for sex, and winds up in a sex party with Lyra, Trixie, Vinyl, and Amethyst Star. Each one wants to use unicorn magic for different sexual purposes. Vinyl in particular uses a magical illusion to turn him into a copy of Shining Armor.

Chapter Five: Fetish Chapter

Woody didn’t know whether the site had always existed, and if he simply wasn’t aware of it; whether it existed, but CAIdance had blocked his access; or whether it had been newly created for him. But in amongst his meanderings on the magic mirror, he had come across a discussion board where ponies talked about their preferences and fetishes. Armed with his new awareness of the social nature of his world, he ventured to lurk for a while and see what was being said.

Much of it was pure stallion porn, which did nothing for him, although he acknowledged that two stallions making out would certainly have its effect on mares. Well, if it came to that, he’d find someone else who understood, even though he didn’t swing that way.

What interested him more was a thread entitled “Unicorn Fantasies.” He hadn’t taken much notice of the different races. Sometimes he could be talking to somepony for a half hour before noticing, oh, they have a horn on their heads. Or he’d finish a conversation with someone only to have them fly off at the end. He didn’t know how deep unicorn magic went, but the notion of combining magic with sex intrigued him.

“Anypony out there,” the opening post read, “into unicorn dudes? One of my fetishes is for a unicorn to directly stimulate my clit with his magic. Of course, none of them are willing to do that. I’m a horn-head myself (It’s our word! We can use it!) and I know the spell, but it’s not the same when you do it yourself.”

There was a good number of responses, and Woody found himself half wishing that he himself were a unicorn. After he considered searching for a similar thread for Earth ponies, he saw one post that said, “If you’re interested in this stuff, come to ” with a link.

With the feeling that he was eavesdropping on conversation not meant for him, he went to that board and browsed around. There was rampant discussion of magic that different mares wanted to learn, mostly for self-stimulation or body alteration, as well as the normal lamentation and objectification of stallions. Well, he had no problem with that.

Taking a bold step, he hit the “New Post” link, still enjoying the fact that he had an analogue of the internet while living in a computer. “Hi, fillies. I’m an Earth pony stallion living in the new dorm towers. All this talk of sex magic intrigues me, and I’d love to meet with anypony interested in experimenting. If it helps, I’m told that I’m fairly well-endowed.”

When he refreshed five minutes later, the only response was, “No spamming.”

He put his hoof to his face. Of course he wouldn’t be believed, any more than a hot woman would if she actually went on the human internet and offered herself. “I’m being serious,” he wrote back. “I understand that it’s not the way stallions act, but it’s what I’m into. Any lonely unicorns here who believe me and are interested, send me a private message.”

He left it at that and went about his day.

When he returned his thread was locked but not deleted, and he had four mails in his inbox. The first was from “WubSpinner” and read, “Don’t know if you’re for real, but if you are, we can hook up any time! Come around to the weekend party and find me.”

The next two indicated an attachment. He opened one, with the odd sender of “>-er&(|)fl” and it said, “You sound hot. If you’re really well-endowed, can you handle this?” A picture appeared on the magic mirror below the message, and it took him a moment to figure out what it was. The mare, whoever it was, had lifted her tail and taken a picture of her nether regions, glowing with moisture.

Woody laughed out loud. “Really? I got sent a vag pic? I guess I’m supposed to think that’s creepy. Well, let’s encourage her.” He wrote back, saying, “Thanks. I’m going to keep this in a special folder and look at it.” But he paused before he hit send. An idea had hit him.

The next message also had a picture of the mare’s marehood attached, and he filed that one away too. Then he went over the last one, from somepony just called A* “Hi. I hope you’re not just running a scam, that wouldn’t be nice. But I’m fairly young and I’ve never had a steady coldfriend. I’d sure like it if we could meet up and have fun. Yes, I’m interested in sex and magic, but if you just want to talk, that’s OK too.”

This was the sort of pony he most sympathized with, the one too nervous to seek out sexual partners. How great would it be for her if he showed up and rocked her world. But he followed his idea and copied all of them in his message. “This all sounds wonderful and I want to meet with all of you. But what do you think about making it a party? If we can find some place private to meet, you could all take turns with me, and while we’re not bucking, you can talk about sex magic in real life instead of the mirror-net.”

Evidently all of the mares were online—or on-magic, however it worked—as he got fairly rapid responses. WubSpinner wrote back with. “Sorry, I’ve got a roommate. She’s not into it at all.” “Ditto,” wrote the third, whose handle was Mintstring. “I...can’t host it either. Quarters too cramped” was the reply from the one with the punctuated name. Woody was at least happy to see that everypony was replying to all.

“I’ve got space.” It was A*. “But you can’t mess it up too bad. I like to keep a clean place. Also, can we meet in public beforehand? Can’t be too careful.”

They agreed, and it was set.

The next evening found Woody sitting on the far end of the banquet tables as planned upon. It was between lunch and dinner, so only the gluttons were eating at the time, but it was enough cover to make it not weird for him to be there. He scanned the crowd for anypony who appeared to be looking for somepony, then remembered that he could restrict himself to unicorns. Unless one of them had lied.

“Bright?” he heard a voice say from behind him. Turning, he saw the horn first. “A?” he asked.

“No, Mintstring. But call me Lyra.”

“Oh, mint color. Got it.”

As though cued by their meeting, a mare who was wearing a hat sauntered over and raised a hoof. “Trixie. Pleased to meet me, I’m sure.” She leered at Woody with a lusty glare. He smiled back. “Shall we go?”

“Can’t. We don’t have our hostess yet.”

After a few minutes a unicorn walked up with the same nervous look that Woody had worn. He waved her over. “A?”

She nodded. “I’m Amethyst Star. But please don’t tell anypony else.”

“Don’t worry.”

“We’re waiting on another, right?”

“Yo, yo!” A white mare that Woody recognized from the other night bounced in. “Vinyl’s up in here!” she said. “You the dude we gonna hit?!”

All the others winced as a few heads turned to look at the party of five. Amethyst Star hid her face. Trixie put a hoof around Vinyl’s neck and dragged her away.

***

It was the kind of home that Woody had dreamed about when he was human, but only because people seemed to expect him to. He was quite content living in his room where everything was taken care of. Amethyst Star, however, liked the suburban, domestic life.

“OK,” said Vinyl as they entered. “We doing this on the couch or heading to the bedroom?”

“The guest room is big enough for everypony.” Amethyst still had trouble making eye contact. “I laid a spare mattress on the floor.”

“Well, we’re all here for Woody, right?”

He decided that it was time to state his case. “Whatever you want to do to me, so long as it’s not painful, I’m into. Cast spells, watch, participate. Whatever.”

Vinyl looked over her glasses. “Are you for real about that? Don’t know too many guys who’d give an open-ended invite like that.”

“Try me. If it’s something I’m not happy with, I’ll say stop, and we’ll talk about it.”

“And suppose it was something that prevented you from saying stop?” Already with her head bent forward, she focused her horn. Woody noticed that it was pointier than the others’. For the first time in Equestria, he felt the tingle of unicorn magic on his body, as his mouth glowed. Pointing his eyes down, he saw his tongue swelling and extending out of his mouth, protruding until it hung down a foot or so.

The other mares reared, and Amethyst sucked air through her teeth while turning her head. Clearly they expected him to slap Vinyl in the face. But Woody, reveling in both the sensation and the context, put his hoof gently on her cheek and lifted his oversized tongue toward her mouth. Closing his eyes, he kissed her and let her bounce his tongue around her mouth. When he smelled her arousal and saw her tail go up, he broke the kiss, nodded, and shifted around to her nether regions, where he gave a gentle lick.

Vinyl still evinced no sign of shock or unexpectedness, so he went further. Stiffening his tongue as best he could, he flicked the tip in the middle of her fold. True to Equestria’s utopian nature, her taste was pleasant, redolent of pumpkin spice. He plunged in and out a few times, rubbing the top of his tongue along her button. Now it was Vinyl who was sucking through her teeth. Not wanting to go too far too fast, Woody pulled out and said, “What do you think of that?” He made himself understandable, and fortunately the question had no sibilants to lisp over.

“Not bad,” she said. Although she kept her sang-froid, Woody could tell she enjoyed herself. After reversing the spell, she said, “We’ll save that for later. Right now I want to watch.”

“Well, I want to go.” It was Lyra, the green one.Woody caught the look on Trixie’s face, and realized that she had been about to say the same thing. He made up his mind to have her next, but focused on Lyra for the moment. As he approached her he leaned in against her and rubbed his neck on hers.

Before he could expect it, Lyra tripped one of his legs and forced him down onto the bed, but she kept rolling until he was on top. Then he felt for the second time the glow of unicorn magic.

“What’re—“ he began, but his tongue went limp, and the rest of his body became paralyzed. A rush of adrenalin hit him as he tried to force his hooves to move, without any hope of success.

“I just disconnected your mind from the rest of your body. Give me a minute to get in control. It’s always been my dream to take over a stallion’s body and have him take me from behind.”

“Ooh,” Woody heard one of the other mares say, but he couldn’t turn his head to see which one. He felt his limbs moving of their own will, or rather, of Lyra’s will. It was a new sensation, and it turned him on. He felt his tail lifting and, for once, was unable to stop it even if he had wanted to.

Lyra didn’t have the patience to wait until he was fully erect, but as he was made to brush the head of his cock against her opening, it didn’t really matter. His erection extended into her before his hips moved forward. That parted her lips, but she held off a moment before making him thrust in.

He closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over him. The entire length of his stroke was a reflex action, and without having to pay attention to his motion he could feel the warmth and texture of the inside of Lyra’s hole.

She was going much faster than he would have done, and he was going to cum very quickly, but since he could keep going afterwards, he wasn’t worried about premature ejaculation. There was nothing he could do about it anyway. Opening his eyes, he saw that Lyra’s eyes were also closed in ecstasy and he understood that she was moving him in exactly the way she wanted. He looked down to see that his back hooves were barely touching the ground, and he was pressing up on her clit.

Although he was unable to speak, she was moaning and screaming “Yes! “ Out of the corner of his eye, Woody spotted Amethyst Star nervously looking out the window for anypony in hearing range. But she also had one hoof between her legs.

His orgasm built quickly since he couldn’t clench any muscles. It wasn’t the most intense one, but he felt the semen shooting out both on the downstroke and the upstroke. It wasn’t in time with his stroke, and Lyra didn’t let him go, since she hadn’t cum yet. So with a clear head, Woody watched her, smiling internally as he was made into a living dildo for her pleasure.

Her screams rose in pitch and frequency until she threw her head back in orgasm. The light from her horn shone in a burst that left Woody freed from her spell. With his body under his control again, he thrust in, wanting to make sure Lyra was stimulated until her climax ended. Ever slowing, he stroked and thrust and pulled out before collapsing on his back.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to do that. I never thought that a stallion would be willing.” She brushed his face with a hoof.

A part of him wanted to keep lying there, but he remembered that there were three other mares there and he got to his hooves. “Who’s next?”

“Trixie wants to go next.” Woody looked at the blue one, about to say that he thought she was Trixie, then realized that she used her own name. Saved the embarrassment, he went over and sat next to her.

“So...what are you into?”

“Well, not being on the bottom, like some mares. Not that I object. But I do like...well-endowed stallions.”

She tumbled Woody to the ground and spread his legs, putting him on display to all the mares. His orgasm had reduced his arousal only a little, but when Trixie put her hoof in the crook between his cock and balls, he got harder still.

With a sly grin, Trixie lowered her horn at him and cast a spell. Blue light surrounded Woody’s dick, and his eyes went wide as he saw it growing again. He had to lean his head back to see the head, and he realized that he could probably achieve a common dream and suck his own dick. But of course he didn’t have to.

Now Trixie was working on his girth. He swelled and bubbled until the spell left him at double thickness, with a true third leg. He placed his hooves on either side just to feel how wide it was.

“Ooh,” said Lyra. “Wish I’d thought of that. But you’ll never get it in you.”

“I know what I can handle. This is my limit, but...this is my limit.”

Amethyst Star just stared. “No bigger, though?”

“No,” Trixie powered up her magic again. “But I do likg big stallions, and these can be as big as I want.”

Woody felt it before he saw it, his balls churning like he hadn’t cum in a month, then they inflated like two balloons. Forcing his legs apart, they grew to match his now doubly oversized cock, but then Trixie only intensified her field. His sack was resting on the ground and still she added more.

He was forced to arch his back as his balls kept growing. It was like sitting on a beanbag chair. The skin stretched and unwrinkled as the balls grew faster than what was holding them. At last Trixie stopped and gave them a flick with her hoof. Woody’s drum-tight skin sent shockwaves throughout his lower half and he almost came on the spot.

While the other mares oohed and ahhed, she positioned herself over the head of his elongated shaft. His vision darkened as Trixie’s body hovered over his face and her mane curtained his head. She let the silver-white hair flow like silk over his muzzle as she impaled herself.

Trixie was a screamer, or she was in such painful pleasure from the size she had added. Certainly to Woody it felt tighter than even his own grip. In the position they were and the strength Trixie had in her vagina, it was similar to when he got himself off.

If Lyra had denied Woody control over his own body by magic, Trixie did it through sheer strength. Pinning his shoulders down, she rode him and tossed her mane every which way. Woody had not yet discovered the greater strength that Earth ponies were said to possess.

She climaxed quickly, but by gesture waved everyone off. “I’m good for multiple orgasms,” she said, getting it all out in one breath. Still she pounded and bounced, sometimes leapfrogging almost all the way off him. On one stroke she did, and Woody felt the cold air on the opening of his cock, but Trixie slammed down again just as hard, not missing her target or bending him at all.

He was going to come again. Not bothering to give her any warning, he looked around her to see how much would come out of his inflated balls. With their size, he could see them pulse and churn. His orgasm broke, and he felt the cum traveling all the way up his double-sized dick. Each spurt seemed to last ten seconds, and when he was finally spent it felt still full, like a backup on a long road. Trixie sensed his distress, as she put her hoof on his cheek and milked him a few more times. Whether because of other magic or because Trixie’s spell hadn’t affected his volume, no cum was spilled.

Trixie slid off with an audible pop, and everyone was treated to a show as Woody went flacid, watching his cock shrink back to its normal size. His balls deflated, and that too was a sensual pleasure, almost like a dry cum. It was so exciting it began to arouse him once again.

Still panting, he heard the scratchy voice of Vinyl saying, “Yo, I’m next!”

“You already had a turn!” said Lyra.

“That didn’t count. That was just a test to see what he was into!”

Woody stood on shaky hooves. “Whoever’s going next, I need a moment.”

“It’s cool. I can work on what I want for you anyway.” He was about to argue, but Vinyl directed her magic away from him. Out of thin air she conjured a red coat and a kind of baldrick. It hovered momentarily before falling to the floor.

“What’s that? Did you steal that from somepony?”

“Nah, it’s a replica. But I want you to wear it while we do it. That cool?”

He shrugged. It would only cover his front end, so there was free access to all his important parts. “This was all you wanted?” Woody said as he threw it on and adjusted the sashes.

“Not exactly.” She zapped him with another spell, and he watched the color leech out of his fur as he went pure white. His face felt weird, shifting and morphing to a new shape. On his flank, an emblem of a shield came burning into appearance, then faded out. “Darn. Can’t make a fake cutie mark, I forgot. But I’ll put you on your back and pretend it’s there.”

Amethyst Star gave a sharp intake of breath. Trixie looked impressed. Lyra found her voice first. “That’s bold.”

“I don’t get it,” said Woody. “What’s the deal with me being white?”

“It’s not that. Go look in the mirror.”

He found a wall mirror in the next room and surveyed his new face. It was different, and he didn’t particularly care for it. He looked like a dork. “So?”

“You don’t recognize it? You’re Prince Shining Armor, or a copy of him anyway.”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck him,” said Vinyl, “but of course he’s married to the princess. And nopony else wants to change form.”

Woody wasn’t overly enamored either, but it was what Vinyl wanted, and besides, he was getting laid again.

“But what if he finds out?” Amethyst Star asked.

“Who’s going to tell him? Just keep quiet and let me have this.”

For a moment Vinyl seemed to be in awe, whether of her creative work or of the form of Shining Armor himself, but she regained her cool in a moment and gave him a tongue kiss. Leaning in with her neck, she rolled him onto a waiting couch. Woody remembered their hostess. “Should we lay something down if we’re going to do it on the couch?”

“Whatever...but you’re real considerate, Shining.”

They both rolled their eyes, Vinyl for his thoughtfulness, Woody for her calling him by the pseudonym.

A plastic sheet was found, Woody surprised that plastic still existed in Equestria, and they resumed their position. Vinyl played the big spoon and Woody the little. They couldn’t actually copulate in this position, but she kissed him all over and rubbed him back into erection.

“I have another spell I want to try. I’ve always liked this position, but what can we do here?”

“I could get behind you if you like.”

“No need,” she said, with another kiss. She focused hard, as though it was a difficult spell, then he saw a glowing light from behind him. Turning to look, he saw that it was orange and centered on Vinyl’s pussy. But he still didn’t get it until she cast the second spell and a blue ring appeared before him.

“Really? Portal sex?”

“Haven’t you ever wanted to?”

He shook his head in disbelief, but thrust out his pelvis for the ring to encompass the head of his cock. It was funny to watch it disappear and make it look like he was as small as he used to be.

Vinyl’s technique was no technique at all, and she just thrust in and out, as though still trying to keep her cool. She enjoyed the audience, and Woody suspected an exhibitionist streak in her, but had no time to discuss it. When he felt his climax build he did not wait to increase enjoyment but spewed right into her. He was glad that she hadn’t engaged in some sort of prank and moved the orange portal at the last moment.

The sex had sapped Vinyl’s energy not one iota, as she bucked him off with her hips so that he landed on his hooves. Clamping her tail over her snatch, she sauntered over to where Lyra and Trixie were sitting and plopped herself down. As an afterthought, she canceled the spell on Woody, leaving him himself again and making his outfit disappear.

Trying to adopt some aplomb of his own, Woody sat down in frony of Amethyst Star. “How about you? What would you like to do?”

She blushed. “I don’t even need...must be tired...I’m happy just knowing that you were willing...and that there’s a chance for mares like me.”

“That’s sweet...but there must be something you’d like to try as far as sex magic.”

Again she flushed red and shook her head, but from the side Woody heard, “Trixie believes she has read your posts and thinks she might know what you’re into. Do you trust Trixie?”

Woody was happy to hear a gentler tone in Trixie’s voice, and he wondered if Vinyl’s brash manner had softened her own. Amethyst looked at her with curiosity and said, “All right...if it won’t hurt.”

“Nothing like that. It’ll be great.” She huddled up with Lyra and Vinyl and planned out. “Trixie will cast the main spell. If you ladies will kept keep them attached...” The other two nodded, and Woody wondered what they were up to.

Lyra scowled as she positioned the two of them, trying to find the best angle. Eventually she had him sit on the couch again with Amethyst Star in front of him. Looking into each other’s eyes he tried to give her a comforting look while still maintaining seductiveness.

“Do your best to get him up,” Lyra said, and Amethyst Star gave him a kiss right at the base of his shaft. She was the first of the mares who seemed to be genuinely interested in his pleasure for its own sake, not just as a means to her own. Extending her tongue, she licked up and down his dick until he was as long and hard as he’d been all day. When she finally took him in her mouth, that was when Lyra began her spell.

Even before Trixie’s enhancements, Woody would have been difficult for any mare to take orally, so he didn’t mind that Amethyst couldn’t get him down all the way. But when Lyra’s green magic sparkled around their coupling, a strange effect happened. The farther she tried to pull out, the stronger the magic got, binding them together. It was like trying to pull a cable out of a socket at an angle: difficult at first, impossible at the end.

Amethyt’s eyes went wide, and Trixie said, “Just breathe through your nose, dear.” That brought her back to herself, and she calmly inhaled while continuing to suck on Woody’s dick.

With the mare placated, Trixie turned her attention to the stallion. She positioned herself at Woody’s legs, focused, and cast a long and slow spell. Again he felt swelling in his balls, and he spread his back legs in anticipation, but they did not grow to the oversized mounds he’d had before. They did feel heavy, though.

Lyra and Trixie withdrew and sat with a smile, using the minimal power needed to keep their spells going. Vinyl looked nonchalant as she always did. Even Amethyst had an inkling of what was going on. Only Woody was in the dark, but he rolled with it and thrust in time with Amethyst. That was until he felt his orgasm build.

Even his most intense climaxes as a pony didn’t build for this long, as it became so intense that he could almost hear the cum being pulled out and mixed, ready to fire. His muscles tensed to the point of pain, before at last it was triggered and released.

Instead of pulsing and shooting, Woody came like a faucet, spewing cum without cease. But because of Lyra’s spell, Amethyst couldn’t disconnect and had to swallow it all. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the other unicorns holding their spells, but other than that his vision was going dark. More and more she swallowed, guzzling like a greedy mare.

But he didn’t stop. Whether Trixie’s spell had loaded him up with all these gallons or whether it was being created as he went, Woody didn’t know, but he didn’t care. At that point he didn’t care about much of anything. All his brain was turned off and all he could do was cum.

Beneath him, Amethyst was feeling the effects. Her stomach distended, swelled, inflated, until it consumed her legs and just left her with stubby hooves to flop around. When at last Woody stopped, finally relaxing, she rolled over onto her back. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth and her eyes had rolled back in her head.

“Is she going to be OK?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said Trixie. “She’s in complete bliss right now. Probably take her a day or two to digest all of that, though. Till then, we’ll leave her here.”

Woody pulled her into a corner. From her mouth he smelled orchids and spice. Was that really how he smelled? Was even the pungent taste of ejaculate made into something pleasant in this world.

A pang of envy hit him, and he decided to be bold again. “Can you do that to me?”

The mares—those still coherent—stared at him in awe. Even Vinyl pulled her shades down over her nose and looked impressed. “Y-you want to...”

“Yeah, just like her.”

Trixie walked up. “I can extend you again, but...into your own mouth?”

“I don’t think it tastes too bad.”

“They are never going to believe this on the mirror-net,” said Lyra.

“Nah, it’s cool,” said Vinyl, “I’ve been taking pictures. Hidden camera, yo.”

Woody backed off a little at that. “You should have asked.”

“Anypony want to say no?”

“Amethyst isn’t in a position to answer, so cut out any of her.”

“Whatever, let’s get you blown and blown up.”

Woody wasn't sure he was happy about this, but since he needed her help he acceded. Trixie gave him a gentle smile in way of apologizing for Vinyl, or for her entire gender. Then she became all business.

Her spell this time was less erotic, more businesslike. But once again his dick grew, this time only in length not in girth. It flopped and slapped him in the face a few times, to the laughter of the mares, before he got control of it and brought it to his mouth.

Remembering the warning to Amethyst, he breathed through his nostrils as he plunged the head into his mouth. Giving a tentative lick, he detected the orchid taste again. If he was going through this, he at least wanted to avoid the disgusting taste of cum as it used to be.

The sealing spell took effect next, and he pulled away to test its effectiveness. Locking eyes with Lyra, he nodded and leaned back. With all the magic in place, he provided his own stimulation by rubbing his shaft. If he was being recorded, he was OK with that.

It came on soon, and he tried to smile at the anticipation, but Lyra’s magic forced his mouth closed. His orgasm came, giving him a shot of pleasure, but he tensed up to pay attention to the next sensations.

Again it swelled in the center of his cock, but then the taste overwhelmed the sex. It was like sweet fruit juice, and he had not realized how thirsty he was. Greedily he gulped and chugged, and stopped paying attention to his surroundings. All he knew was to drink, and all he remembered was that he was the faucet as well.

It took a few minutes for his stomach to fill up. It felt like he’d just eaten a large meal, with the sleepy haze that accompanied it. But after that it was like his entire body was being suffused with warmth and peace and everything good in the world. He was able to focus his eyes one more time on his body, and he saw his belly ballooning up in front of him. Then the bliss got too strong and he rolled his eyes back, enjoying the feeling until it consumed him.