Opened Closet

by Wake N Bake

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Comedy
Length: 5765

Popular sex magazine editor, Pashmina Flowers, starts a section where ponies can submit their steamy sexcapades.

Pashmina Flowers, editor in chief of popular sex magazine, Secret Closet, has started a section for readers to submit their sex stories. It's called Opened Closet and to kick it off two very popular ponies will submit their exclusive stories. But after that who knows who will share a steamy story from the very familiar streets of Equestria!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-04 01:26:24 UTC

Princess Celestia: A Maze of Passion

I’ve had my share of suitors. Even a Princess have carnal needs. The trouble with courting a Princess is that a stallion would have to meet a certain criteria, first and foremost being of royal blood. I could not complain. I love meeting royal suitors. It’s fun to mess with them and find the stick up their butts! But none of them were romantic lovers. They were powerful but in the sense that they felt entitled to whatever they want. They would have their way with me but I would never let them finish! They bored me.

Suitors aside, there was a guard I had a fling with and quite the fling it was! He was around my age at the time. He was quite the rapscallion. He never cut his mane and never stood up straight. I first meet him when he stood guard by the main entrance of our castle. He looked so sloppy. It was disgraceful! I was still young so I had no say on the operations of the royal guard. But I hoped I didn’t have him in my personal guard rotations. Lo and Behold he was transferred to my rotation two days later! I couldn’t even bare looking at him. He knew I didn’t like him. He would often drag his hooves just to spite me.

One day he accompanied me to the sculpture garden. No Pony was there except me and him. After a while of walking I rested a spell by a fountain. He got upset because I wanted to rest. I quickly reminded him of his place but that only made him more upset. He called me pampered and weak and he said that my mane looked like week old cotton candy! He kept calling me hurtful names so I just ran away. I deliberately lost myself in the maze. I didn’t want him to find me. I just wanted to be alone and cry into my wing.

Before I knew it, a thunderstorm fell upon Canterlot. I had to find shelter immediately but I was lost. I would be putting myself in danger if I flew and I hadn’t mastered teleporting quite yet. I took my chances and flew up to see where I was. I saw the guard. He was looking for me. Before I could call out to him I was struck by lightning on my left wing. I remember dropping like a rock before I lost consciousness. I woke up in a garden shed. I was very sore. My wounds were aided and I was wrapped in blankets.

I saw the guard sleeping on the floor in front of me like a dog at the foot of its master. I was smiling at him. He was very handsome. His armor was off and placed aside by the door of the shed. He was still wet from the rain. Beads of water hugged the contours and crevasses of his tight muscular body. I stole a peek of his flank. It looked so firm. I wanted to touch it. When my eyes wandered back to his face I saw that he was awake. He was staring daggers at me. I asked him “What is your problem?”

“I had to save your weak, reckless plot from 4 story fall. That’s my problem!”

Even in this moment we argued. He called me a stupid filly to my face and I struck him. It was the only way I could get him to be silent. But he responded with a glare. His deep turquoise eyes peered deep into mine. They were gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself. My eyes fell to his lips and then they were close. I kissed him. Then he backed away. He wore a confused expression on his face. He didn’t say a word. I grew angry with him. He began to say something and I struck him again. He began warning me not to do it again but I struck him before he could finish a sentence. He glared at me again with those ferocious turquoise eyes.

“Shut up and take me,” I said.

He did take me. He flipped me over like a log, knowing I was still sore. Everytime I moaned in pain he told me to shut up. But he would make it up to me by licking the inside of my thighs as if the were giant ice cream cones. He gently licked all the way down to my mare flower. He worked his way from the outside wall to the inner walls. Just with his tongue he went so deep inside me. He rolled me over on my belly again. He then applied pressure to my wing. I screamed in agony but he was hoofing me from behind. I never knew pain could feel so good.

He stuck his tongue in me from behind, licking me from front to back. Each stroke he dug deeper and deeper inside of me. He then pulled away. I had a feeling of what he was about to do next. I braced myself for it. He tested the waters first by letting me feel the head. It was so warm and so big. He slowly stuck it in spreading the walls far apart from each other. I almost couldn’t take it. He stopped to place his hooves on my royal rear and after a short pause he conquered me with brute force! He jammed his cock deep inside, deeper than any suitor could go. It was a very tight fit. I screamed so loud as his stallionhood went in and out of me. It was such a rush that I let out the loudest scream I could before I came! It felt so good! But he still kept ramming me. He went even faster than before. My body ached with pain and ecstasy. He told me that he was about to come. I turned over and told him to come on my breasts. His hot pearly cream spilled all over me like a hot sugar glaze. I licked the rest of the cum off of him. He was so well endowed I couldn't believe he managed to fit all of it inside me. We cuddled for a little while before we started again. It felt as amazing as the first time. I felt his hate for me and he felt my disgust for him, and that is what kept us going for hours. For a month we would meet each other at that garden shed for a romp. He has never failed to satisfy me. But one day he didn’t show up. I’ve learned he was transferred to our dragon guard to assist with slaying pesky dragons. It was practically a death sentence! It was an order by my father. Apparently he found out how I’ve been spending my afternoons, and my evenings, and also my nights and then sometimes my mornings! He quickly put an end to all of that. I was told one day that his entire unit did not return from a hunt and that the dragon devoured them all…

I like to imagine that he escaped the dragon’s clutches and managed to escape. He was a clever, tactful lover. He could tame anything he wanted!

Princess Luna: Goldenrod

I haven’t had much experience with physical affection. I do suppose that lies part of my problem with the mating game. It isn’t my fault. I’m royalty! Plus I had… an extended vacation… where stallions were scarce in numbers. It doesn’t mean that I don’t try. The opportunities just are not there as often as I would like them to be.

This leaves me to be creative in my pursuits. It also taught me not to be so picky. I’ll take what I can get. Sex is sex! I recall a young pony with a bit of an identity issue. She believed she was a stallion born as a filly. I met her, excuse me, I met HIM in his dream. He was pitching woo at the girls. But things quickly grew dark when his parents came and scolded him. I did my duty to help clear his conscience. In his dream he imagined himself with a scruffy beard. I could still see her breasts. She couldn’t even imagine herself as a full stallion in her own dream. She clearly had doubt in her heart. So I helped her through it. She imagined her parents accepted her and her confidence was restored again. I was so happy for her, that I decided to help her live her dream, just for an instance. I changed her into a full stallion. But something went wrong. She was still a mare but there was something more. She cried for help. She said that something was pulsing against her body. She scrambled to take off the jeans she was wearing. She sat back to reveal her massive erection.

Apparently I wasn’t thorough in my sex changing spell. I just gave her a penis, and an impressive one at that. She was a gold mare with a blonde mane. Her cock was golden catacomb! I couldn’t help myself. I began to touch it. It throbbed once, reacting to the sensation. It moved as if it had a mind of its own. The young pony moaned with pleasure. Then I began licking it. I liked the taste! I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I’ve tasted the rod of several stallions but this was the first time I enjoyed it. I just didn’t think anymore. I just the will of two lonely ponies unfurl. The dream world we were in slowly changed into her bedroom. She even changed a bit. She was slightly younger, maybe by 2 or 3 years. I think we were in her room when she was a teenager. I also found myself on top of her and wearing nothing but a high school jacket. I heard her parents talking in another room.

This was her fantasy. It was kind of exciting. I was making love to a girl in her parents’ house! I let the moment sink in until I felt something hot knock against belly. I nearly forgot about goldenrod. I slid her inside of me and almost screamed! She almost did the same. I began to ride her. First I just rode her head. Then I let her go deeper. It felt so good. It was so loud. She made me very wet. My juices would not stop flowing. She sat up to lay me on my back. She penetrated me even deeper. She was laughing. She told me that this was 100 times better than she ever imagined it would be. I leaned my head back and thought if that was how I felt. To be honest I’m still technically a virgin. I have never been penetrated in reality even though I have spent the night with ponies. I do hope the pony I meet is as much of a stallion as that mare was. She finished me off by rubbing her cock against my clit. We came in unison. She licked every bit of it off my body while hoofing me. I cried tears of pleasure that evening! I’ll never forget him.

The Muffin Mishap

From Mistress Muffin,

I have a big secret about myself. I haven’t told anypony this before but I love muffins. Gosh I love them a lot! I love cooking them, I love the way they smell, the way they taste, even the way they look. I think muffins are the best thing about being alive. If I could marry muffins I would. I’m just patiently waiting for the law to pass then all my dreams will come true. But I remember one time I did something bad with muffins. I’ll never forget the time how muffins made me feel so good!

I never had a cultfriend before. I’m not very bright. I know that. But sometimes I like to pretend. On Hearts and Hooves day one year, I decided to make muffins. Nopony gave me any cards that year so to help cheer me up I decided to make muffins to give to ponies. I thought that was a really nice thing to do! So I made my favorite, banana fudge muffins! I got fresh bananas and fresh fudge from the market! I mixed all of the ingredients together! But I began thinking about somepony. He is a really nice pony. Sometimes when I get hurt, he makes me feel all better. He would wrap my wing up in bandages and then he would stick me with his penis. He says he only does it to me. He really knows how to make me feel special when I’m hurt.

Sometimes I think about him and I use a banana and pretend it’s him. It doesn’t feel the same and plus I always make a mess. But while I was making muffins I thought about him and used a banana. It was a good banana! It made me release myself! I mashed the banana up pretty good. But I accidentally added it to the mix with all of my mess still in it! I didn’t realize it until after I pulled them out of the oven and tasted one. My hair was in it. I could barely taste it. The muffin was really good! I thought if they were good for me, maybe they would be good for everypony else.

I took my muffins to Ponyville to pass around. I knew my mess was mixed in but I did it anyway. I gave one to a pony. He seemed nice. I watched him eat it and enjoyed it. It made me weak between my legs. I gave one to another pony. He liked it a lot and begged for more. I gave him another one. I listened to him eat it and pretend he was eating me. I was beginning to get wet, down there. It was exciting! I never felt this way before. The thought of them eating my mess turned me on. It was wrong but it felt good. I gave one to a girl pony. She was really pretty. I watched her eat it. She moaned! I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to touch myself. I dropped my muffin basket and ran to the nearest bathroom I could find. I hoofed myself and released on to the floor. It was kind of embarrassing.

When I returned to grab my muffins I saw that they were all gone! Ponies near by were eating them. The pretty pony told me she passed them out for me while I was gone. It was nuts! I saw ponies I knew eating my muffins. I kept wanting to grab my boobs but I was standing out in the open. I was filled with feelings. I felt a lot of feelings all at once. But all I wanted to do was fuck. So I went to my special somepony to see if he could help me. Since I didn’t have an injury, I told him I needed him inside of me or else I would die. That was how a truly felt but I lied to trick him into doing me! It totally worked. He pushed his penis inside of me and played with my boobies. It felt nice. I was happy he did me up. But all I could think about when he was on top of me was my hair stuck in the teeth of that pretty pony. I really like the way her lips touched that muffin!

Class is in Session

From Big Red

I ain’t really done this sorta thing before. I have been finding myself saying that a lot lately. I guess it wasn’t until now I realized it! Y’see I have this friend… we’re sorta seeing each other so I guess we’re sorta coltfriend and marefriend. She is the sweetest thang this side of Equestria. She’s cute and kind and makes this big pony all warm inside. She can do no wrong! But don’t let all that mushy stuff fool you. She is a kinky little so and so. She has me in strange situations.

She can get me to say yes to anythang! Just last week I helped her move some books around. After the work we shared a sarsaparilla. She told me that there was nopony gonna be around her class for hours. She asked me if I wanted to fool around. I was gonna say nope but looking at those big beautiful green eyes, all I could say was EEYUP!

I ain’t know what I had agreed to this time. When she wants to have sex (plain ol’ fashion sex), she’ll tell me “it’ll be a quickie.” But when she wants to fool around it’s a whole nother song and dance. She likes to dress up and use toys and all kinds of stuff. But one look at that face and I’ll agree to be tied up and spanked all night!

After I agreed she went off to fetch something from her desk. It was an outfit. She dressed up in a skirt and a blouse and wore glasses. I watched her as she was about to put on some fancy red lipstick. I stopped her. I didn’t want anything on that pretty face of hers. She agreed but she punished me by hitting my hoof with a ruler. I didn’t understand it but if it turns her on then I was gonna let her do it. She came up to me and grabbed my dick. She loves playing with my cock. She instructed me to recite the alphabet. I played along of course. But while doing so she stroked my cock with her cute little tongue. It was like she was licking a giant cherry popsicle. Her tongue touched everything down there.

When I finished the alphabet she told me to spell everything on her desk. I started to but she started sucking on me. It made the spelling very hard. I messed up a couple times. Each time I did she’d punish me by squeezing my ball sack a little. It’s a good kinda pain, y’know? It get’s me excited! She then started to rub her face on my cock. It drove me crazy! She softly asked me a question I didn’t know the answer to. When I answered the question she immediately hit me with her ruler on my thigh. Things were getting pretty hot but I knew that was just the beginning.

She told me to bend over her desk. I wasn’t the biggest fan of what was gonna happen next. She started licking and kissing my backdoor. She was knockin pretty hard with her tongue. I had to let her in. I just didn’t know she was opening the door for another guest. It felt like one of the pills the doctor gives me sometimes. But if was bigger and heavier. She came back around to my face and sat wear my nose was. She started clopping right in front of me. Then she pressed on something in her hoof. The pill in my backdoor was just a jumpin around and it made me really tense. I was struggling to get a grip and she enjoyed every moment of it. She was drippin’ wet! She then told me to climb on the desk so I could fuck her. I tried to do it but I couldn’t hold on to that jumpin’ pill. It slipped right out! She told me to put it in her back door before I climb on in! Of course I did what she told me. I found her little ass hole and stuck that puppy right in. I heard her moan when I did it. Then I stuck my dick into her other hole. She let’s out a cute little yelp every time I stick it in her. You’d think she’d be used to it by now; as many times as we’ve done it before…

I went to town on her. It was payback time for me! I didn’t hold back, either. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted her to feel all of me inside of her. Hurting her was a good thing. Sex with this mare is hard work. But she makes sure she rewards you. And there is one thing I love about fucking her is that she let’s me cum on her cute little face when if I do a good job. I like it a lot. So after doing her for a while she says to me, “A+, babe. Time for your reward.” She sat up and opened her mouth. I finished myself off and came all over her face. I just about covered the whole thang. Afterwards I watched her lick the cum off of me and herself. She can dish out a punishment. But she knows how to make a stallion, feel like a stallion.

Allegro, Furioso

From Mezzo Forte

I usually consider sex to be a distraction. Sure it feels good but I was never one for compassion or companionship. Stallions come and go for me. I send them away. I want their cock, not their love. I have a rule: never have sex with the same bloke twice. I’ve never broken that role. I did come close though. Oh what a mess, that was.

It was a Wednesday. It was rainy that day. I like rainy days. I like to feel the cold from the window when I stand in front of it. Breathing my hot breath on the glass and fogging it up makes me feel so cozy inside. That morning I stood in front of my window until I finished my Jasmine.

My roommate fixed breakfast that morning. Honestly, I wouldn’t put up with her if it wasn’t for her passion for music. Her gaudy shades disgust me, mostly because I have to look at my reflection in that awful color. But I love watching her move to her thumps and bumps. Nothing exists around her when she wears those headphones. And even though I regard her music as drek, she has such a deep respect for the classical genre. She’s interesting.

I galloped to the music hall at 2:45. I hardly feel tired in the rain. I feel like I could run forever. I enjoyed it so much I almost passed the music hall, silly me. I rolled my cello to the back like I always do. Today I spotted a new pony. It was the curator’s son. I always heard he had a son but I never saw him until then. He was a handsome pony. Confident. Many of the flutests floated around him. I continued into the background with my cello. He must have seen me ignore him. I was tuning my cello, singing my notes as I did so. My pitch is perfect. It seemed the curator’s son could vouch for me. He was impressed with my gift. He plays trumpet. He heard me singing from the main stage. He has quite the ear.

I continued my tuning, paying him no mind, of course. I’ve no time for trumpets, regardless of their prowess. He then told me his name. Then silence. I peeked at his reflection in a window. He was gawking at my flank like a hungry bear! The nerve! I cleared my throat to grab the bloke’s attention. I asked him if I could help him and he responded by offering his assistance instead. I told him I could tune it perfectly on my own. Then that cheeky horse leaned into me from behind. I could feel air coming through his nostrils on my neck. “Maybe I can offer my assistance in other areas,” he said. He then pushed his cock on my ass. I let out a loud yelp that could be heard from the auditorium. It was so big and hard. And warm. It was smooth. I’m sure he could pick me up with it if he wanted to. I wanted to touch it. But I didn’t want to give in like a horny little school filly. But he kept shooting that dastardly smirk of his at me. It was too late. I’ve shown my true colors to him. He had me cornered. He started to speak and I told him QUIET!

I gestured him to follow me to the staircase I like to go to. It leads to nothing and there’s a window you can open. I go there to have a smoke during breaks. I placed my hooves on the window panel. I told him the I didn’t want to hear him speak and that he should leave me alone after he’s done. I didn’t want to look at his face at all. He quickly mounted me. My lips rested on his shaft as he felt me up and down. I resisted the urge to break the rules. I wanted to play his instrument. I bet it was a handsome fellow, I thought. Mr. Trumpet had something worthwhile to toot about! Then like every other chap, without warning he thrusted himself deep inside me. I fought back a tear. But it felt magnificent. He slammed me to a 3/4 signature in Andante. Then a 4/4 signature in Allegretto. Then a ⅜ signature; of course a ⅜ signature. He’s a Trumpet for Luna’s sake! He kept filling every part of me. His cock was a masterpiece. But it was my breath on the cold glass of the window that made me cum. He finished me in Allegro, Furioso. He shot his load on the back of my leg. As requested he left afterwards without saying a word. I rubbed myself as I touched my nose on the cold glass. When I was done I took a nearby cloth and cleaned up and lit a f[spoiler][/spoiler]ag. This would be a routine for 3 more weeks. He was too good. But he became too attached. So I cut him loose. A few days later I received a letter from the curator saying that due to my “smoking backstage” I would be suspended from the music hall for a week. I wonder what bloke came up with that idea.

Self Experimentation

From Stara Trong

I really don’t have any sexy stories but I love reading about love and passion. It’s exciting to witness that kind of experience through another pony. It’s why I’m such an avid reader of Secret Closet. But if I was to share something from my secret closet of lust and adventure it would be the late night lab sessions I’ve shared with myself.

I am a very busy pony. I don’t have a lot of time for dates or romance. But I happily make time for reading about them. The stories I’ve read about unbridled passion… what I wouldn’t give to be one of those lucky ponies being swept off their hooves by big strong brave long maned stallions and have sex in the rain! A girl can dream I suppose. Until then I have my books. And they get the job done just right.

Like with many subjects, I like to experiment. When I was a younger mare I discovered the joys of self exploration. Every chance I got, I would touch myself. I would start with my breasts, gently and discreetly cupping them. I’d slowly work my way to my vagina and tickle my clitoris. It wouldn’t matter where I was. No pony really paid me any attention so it was quite easy. It wasn’t like I was wearing a dress everyday! The trouble was cleaning up afterwards.

Over time I realized that it was possible to use instruments. I was too afraid to purchase synthetic phalluses, so I was forced to improvise. In the beginning I was fond of book spines. I especially like the ones with ridges and rings on the spines. I would rub them vigorously against my vaginal walls. I had to stop immediately because I would ruin the books with my discharge. I couldn’t have that! I then switched to my stuffed animals. I would ride on the snout of my teddy bears. The sensation of the cold hard nose touching the flesh always manages to get a yelp out of me. It felt amazing. But I had to stop. My assistant seems to like the taste of my teddy bear snouts. It made things weird for me.

More experimentation led me to my favorite instruments: Glassware. It was a late night in the lab when I discovered these little wonders. It was at this point that I got serious, too; penetration! I love taking a test tube and bending over a stool and taking it from behind with my magic. Its round at the bottom so penetrating bottom first makes for easy entry and the sensation from a cold tube adds to the excitement. It wasn’t easy at first. It requires concentration with my magic. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re lost in ecstasy. Sometimes I would lay on my back and use a long neck beaker. I don’t have to use magic for this position and the circumference of the neck touches every side of me. I’d watch my lips slowly open and I push the beaker inside of me. I can see my flesh through the glass clasping the neck of the beaker. I would increase the velocity of penetration. It’s at this time I can see my juices coating the beaker. The neck slide right inside me with absolutely no friction. Plus it makes a funny noise! Sometimes I like to squirt into the beakers and see how much I can fill it. It’s kind of weird but I blame the scientist in me.

It’s all a bit exhausting. But so is dating. Romance is an area I need to work on, but when it comes to soloing I got it down to a science!

From the Editor's Desk

Greetings,

I’m Pashmina Flowers. I am the editor in chief of Secret Closet magazine. For our 50th issue I would like to thank all of our readers with a new section: Opened Closet. It’s an opportunity for the citizens of Equestria to send in their sexy clop stories and we’ll feature a lucky pony’s story in our issue. Exciting, right? Well you beautiful creatures deserve it! When we started this magazine we didn’t think anypony would be interested in a sex magazine in Equestria but foal were we wrong! We are one of the most circulated publications in all of Equestria. Bravo! That was all of you readers! You did that and we just wanted to show our appreciation by giving our readers a chance to be more involved with the magazine. But the gifts don’t stop there.

Also for our 50th issue we have two centerfolds instead of one! That’s right. The sexiness has been doubled! And who would grace our pages with all of their glory? None other than our sexy Celestial Princesses of, course! You read that correctly. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna will be our centerfold features for our 50th issue! Not only will we get an exclusive expose on them but they will also be our first Opened Closet stories as well! (They would be the only stories that have the author’s names attached to them, for all other Opened Closet story’s authors will be anonymous).

So you get a new section for readers to read about the steamy exploits of other readers, double Opened Closet stories, and double Princess centerfold posters! Yeah, we love our readers! This is going to be our biggest issue yet, so get ready!

-Pashmina Flowers

Editor in Chief

Toned Desire

From Shutterfly

Well, I actually never had sex before. A pony like me has a hard time meeting other ponies. I’m a little shy. It doesn’t mean that I don’t get excited about things because I do. I love reading about other ponies… doing… it. If I had my chance I would want to be dominated- I mean, if it’s okay with my partner.

I have a certain fascination with power! It’s a little embarrassing but sometimes I like to be pushed around. I’m what you would call a submissive lover. I think it started with my first friend, ever. She was a very intimidating pegasus at first but she is truly loyal to her friends. She likes to compete for athletic events. She is an amazing flyer. Sometimes I would help her train. Well, she would make me help her. I guess it couldn’t be helped. I was her friend and somepony had to help. I just had to help her! I would wipe the sweat from her brow and help her do sit ups. She would push her body so hard. I liked watching her work out. Her body is so toned and smooth. Her muscles were bulging. They would pulsate and I would just drool at the sight of them.

One time she asked me to massage her wings. I couldn’t believe what she asked me to do. I was happy to help her. She rested on her belly and started to massage them.  I was amazed by how strong they felt. I started from the tips and slowly worked my way to her back. Her moans would scare me sometimes because I couldn’t tell if I was hurting her. But I loved feeling and squeezing her back muscles. I was getting really excited. I massaged her lower back. Then I felt her flank. She didn’t say anything. My hoof rested on her smooth round toned flank. I wanted to squeeze it so badly. But I didn’t want to be weird in front of her. I was so nervous. I took a daring chance. I squeezed her flank cheeks together and bite one of them. She jumped up and yelled. I ran away before she could see me. I never moved so quickly before in my life. I tried avoiding her for a few days. But I eventually apologized to her.

I really like muscles. They are powerful and scary. Just watching them flex makes me tingly down there. Sorry for being so dirty. But what I wouldn’t give to have a big musclely pony whisk me away in their big powerful hooves. I’d let them do anything to me!