The Quickclop Series

The rhythmical winking had kept her on edge for two whole days now. The endless sweating and labored breathing had her trying to hide the fact the whole time she was working behind the counter. She knew some ponies could tell, and single stallions picked up on it even easier, but just like she was she put on her happy face and bounced around like nothing was wrong. She loved her work, but the time stretched and stretched and the clock's arms seemed to mock her by moving even slower those days. Every five minutes she would go to the restroom to clean herself up, a trickle on the bakery's floor would be mortifying and generally not fun at all, the idea alone made her head all spinny-winny. She just wanted it to be over for that year.

When it was finally evening, something she feared would never come, she would normally spend the rest of her free time baking even more, planning parties for her friends, or visiting them. Instead, she lay on her back on her bed and looked outside longingly, trying to ignore one of mother nature's most powerful calls. The sun had begun to set some time ago and just a tiny sliver still peeked past the horizon, kissing the world goodbye for today in soft orange hues.

With a heavy sigh, she rolled herself away from the window, hindered by the bed covers clinging to her moist sweaty fur. She didn't want to see all the things she couldn't have anymore. No wait, she could, but she was afraid to. The movement sent a cold draft across her body and made her elevated temperature and the hot burn in her loins even more noticeable.

Images of what she could have done today floated through her mind and gave her an unwell feeling in her stomach. She thought of how Twilight always perked up when somepony visited her in her new castle. Then she saw herself yelling up to some clouds, hoping to find Rainbow Dash or some other pegasus-friend awake. She chuckled weakly when her imaginary sleepy Rainbow Dash poked her messy head through the cloud and asked crankily what she wanted from her.

The good feelings died down as fast as the images had flared up in her mind as another wink brought her back to reality. Pinkie sniffled and wiped away some pooling tears. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Friendship was easy, this was not.

She lay on her bed, lost in thought for a few more minutes before a loud knock on the door startled her. She turned her head to the door and asked glumly, "Who's there?"

"It's Twilight, we have to talk," it came muffled from behind the door.

With a heavy sigh, Pinkie got up slowly and opened the door just a bit, hiding behind it, poking out just her snout.

"Hi Twilight, I'm sorry but I'm not feeling so well right now," she explained with drooping ears.

"That's, uhm," Twilight stammered nervously with a shade of red on her face, "kind of the reason why I'm here."

Twilight looked left and right and continued with a lowered voice, "See, your problem is not very... unique. Why haven't you done anything about it?"

"But... but I don't want a foal of my own yet," Pinkie said with a quivering lip, tearing up a little.

"Oh for... come on, let me in for a moment," Twilight sighed and forced her way gently into Pinkie's room.

Pinkie threw herself back on her bed while Twilight closed the door behind her and sat down on the corner of the bed.

"Let me be clear, what exactly do you know about estrus?"

"Well," she sniffled, "when a mare goes into estrus she makes love and gets a foal."

"That's, uh... very basic. Didn't they teach you anything more at school?"

"Wh- what are you talking about?"

Twilight facehooved. "Ugh, really? Why do I have to explain this?" She sighed and thought for a moment, tapping her chin with a hoof. "It seems you have to do some catching up. Wait right here and I'll be back in a jiffy."

Pinkie pulled a handkerchief out of her mane and blew her nose, then nodded. "Uh huh."

Twilight quickly hopped off the bed, left the room and closed the door behind her. A second later the door opened back up and she peeked back inside. "Don't go anywhere!"

The door closed again and Pinkie could hear Twilight leave, the hastened hoofsteps traveling down the stairs, leaving her to wallow in heat, sorrow and unease.

Pinkie had to wait nearly two hours before the familiar steps returned. Blustering up the stairs, interrupted by a louder thump and a curse, they made their way back to her room. It knocked briefly and Twilight came back in, opening the door only enough to let herself and her payload inside and quickly closing it again. She was breathing heavily and leaned back on the door before sliding down to the floor, her sweaty fur leaving a damp trail. A simple brown box slipped from Twilights aura and landed roughly beside her. Pinkie turned her head and regarded the scene absentmindedly.

"Let me just… quickly… catch my breath…"

Pinkie got up slowly and sat down on the bed corner with a sad expression, waiting for Twilight to explain.

"So, there," she puffed, "that was quite the experience."

"Where have you been? What's in that box?"

"Before we continue, let me say that all your friends care deeply about you and that there is nothing you should be embarrassed about. But…" Twilight levitated the box to herself and hugged it. "...it's become quite noticeable that you are in estrus and we don't want ponies talking behind your back." She looked down at the box, blushing, avoiding Pinkie's eyes.

"Oh no. They do?" Pinkie's ears folded back and a scowl appeared on her face. "This is not nice, there's nothing I can do!"

"There... actually is. Equine sexuality is no secret, but if you've never been properly educated I can see where this might become a problem. You need to learn to manage it."

"What do you mean?" Pinkie frowned.

Twilight closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that… you better take a look at those." She levitated a few brochures out of the box and over to Pinkie.

She caught them in her hooves and looked over them. They were a selection from the library and the doctor's office and addressed a wide array of topics regarding sexuality, from the difference between colts and fillies to the prevention of STDs.

"But Twilight, I already know all that." She regarded Twilight questioningly.

"Oh, then…" She magically shuffled one about sexual health to the front, unfolding it for Pinkie. "How about this one?"

Pinkie gasped and let the brochures go, scattering them over the floor. "No! This is a bad thing to do!"

Twilight deadpanned. "I think we found the problem."

"But there is no problem, I'd never do something like this. My parents said that all the fillies that touch themselves go to tartarus. Love only works with two ponies."

"You are serious. Are you serious?"

"Of course I am, silly. Don't tell me you did any of those things..."

"Pinkie. Remember when Cerberus was in Ponyville and I had to bring him back to tartarus? Remember when I got the castle and Princess Celestia and Princess Luna were in tartarus and then they came back?"

"Uh huh," she nodded.

"There are no fillies in tartarus, and there won't be, ever."

"But then--- my head hurts," she stated sadly and rubbed her hooves together.

"What the brochure says is right. Love and your health are two different things here. And while nopony talks about it, basically everypony helps themselves from time to time."

"E-everypony? You? And the girls? The Princesses?" Her mouth stayed agape.

Twilight's blush renewed. "Yes. Probably. I don't really know about the Princesses and I don't really want to know. Celestia is like a mother to me... that would be so weird."

Pinkie looked down at the floor confused, her head spinning with all kinds of thoughts.

"Please take my advice - our advice, from all your friends. Read through the pamphlets and when you're comfortable…" She levitated the box over to Pinkie. "...you have a look in there. It's from me and the girls, there should be something that's to your liking."

Pinkie stared at the box and then pulled it closer to herself.

"Wait!"

Pinkie looked up questioningly.

"I'll just let myself out so you can get familiar with everything. If you have any more questions you can come by the library, I'll be up late today. You can really trust everything that's written there. We all love you and we just want you to be okay."

Twilight just earned a confused and scared look. It hurt to see her friend in this situation, but if everything went as they had planned Pinkie should be way better by tomorrow. She got up and slowly backed to the door, opening it and slipping out quickly. With her last look she gave Pinkie a warm smile that she hoped would be encouraging.

Pinkie sat there and watched Twilight go, the door closing behind her silently. She looked around herself, some of the spilled pamphlets had landed open on pages with drawings and headlines that made blood rush to both her face and nethers. She picked one up and looked over the contents of 'Sexuality And You - Everything The Developing Filly Needs To Know'. She basically knew everything, but there were some concepts that shone a new light upon things. Seeking relief regularly was allegedly healthy and you could do it without having foals if you're not ready, but why would her parents lie to her? Twilight said the same thing and that all in there was true - and she's the smartest pony she knew. On top of that all of the girls helped, too.

The pamphlet slid out of her hooves and fell down. She sat there, mulling it over and watching the box as if something could jump out at any moment. Curious, she straddled it and pulled open the flaps.

Her whole body's pink color changed into a beet red. Inside were some boxes with ponies in definitely sexual poses and expressions on them, containing weird devices and fake - at least she hoped they were fake - colt's thingies. Her nethers spasmed and made the floor under her moist, throwing guilt and a dash of hate for her own body into the cauldron of bubbling emotion she currently was.

Her eyes alternated between the pamphlet and the box's contents and the more she put the things together in her mind the more a naughty, but pleasant anticipation grew in her tummy and spread out like warm butterflies.

She was still hesitant and rubbed her needy nethers tentatively on the carpet, exploring the reactions her body gave, but getting a renewed pang of guilt every time the winking exposed her swollen clitoris, frustratingly building into nothing, like walking up an escalator the wrong way. Pinkie nervously glanced at the door and window.

She took one of the packages and looked at it closer. "Johnny Stables", it said, and contained a fake umbra stallion's member. Upon opening the package, a flexible yet firm rubber penis fell out and hit her lap.

"Snake!" She punted it and it hit the far wall with a thump, coming to rest on the floor where it laid motionless. "Oh… right…silly me." She looked between the package and the offending object. The writing advertised it as having a feel-good texture and being basically life-like. She scrunched up her face and put the package aside for now.

All those things were weird and scary and she didn't want to lose her virginity to one of them. She looked down herself and contemplated. Maybe she should just see how it feels touching herself. As to answer her, the needy carnelian nub down between her legs gave an impatient wink, basically beckoning her, in desperate need of a friend. A pink hoof snaked its way hesitantly down her belly.

The first touch was so different than doing it while cleaning herself. With the intent behind it, the touch became a both fulfilling yet unrewarding.experience, like both scratching an itch and making it worse at the same time. The touch spread the sensation throughout her nethers and an electric giddiness made its way up her spine. The previous main source of her shame became tolerable, no, desirable. The leaking wetness let her hoof glide over the ecstatic nub, every small bump and imperfection becoming a brick in the road to… where did she go? Unlike the obliteration of baked goods this didn't have an obvious goal or end. The slow and deliberate movements became faster and more erratic. Involuntary winks of her clitoris and bucks from her hip let her good feelings spike more and more. A strand of wetness, dreaded in the past, ignored in the presence, soiled the carpet below her fidgety sitting figure. It drenched her surrounding fur and the frantically moving fetlock. A sense of urgency mixed with the passionate itch plaguing her loins and spurned her on to lose all wariness. The hoof pressed into the soft tissue and moved remorselessly, building up to… her breath hitched. It built up to… her hoof wouldn't move anymore and just froze in place, pressing into her clit. It built… electric fire ran up her spine and up into her brain. It… her brain exploded in a firework of endorphins and the body continued like on autopilot. Like a sudden onset of blindness the whole universe was condensed to just her nethers. Her vagina clenched and squeezed, sending satisfying flares up to her brain. The nub she had belabored winked in tandem and a trickle of unused lubrication spilled out of her maiden orifice.

Still staring blankly at the ceiling her body brought back life with a gasp and more hitched breathing. Her hoof trembled from the experience and its continued touch brought her slowly down the mountain she had climbed. The fireworks' last sparks slowly died out and left a Pinkie behind, heavily breathing and a mind blank like a filly's flank. The room was pregnant with the aroma of her essence and the moist carpet glistened.

Her mind returned slowly and she looked around confused.

"Wowie, that was… something. So Twilight was right, and the book thingies, too."

She picked up the nearest of the pamphlets and looked it over. She contemplated for a while. If this felt better than eating five chocolate cakes, what did the other things feel like? The thought of trying one of the replicas suddenly seemed much more tantalizing and a small carnelian nub winked its utmost approval. She looked down and noted its reappearance with anticipation, irritation and a frown.

Pinkie grabbed the box and rustled through its contents. One thingy was smaller than the one lying at the far side of her room. One was slim and smooth with a gold finish. Then there was a package with two connected balls and another with an oval crystal on a cord. Those last two things looked really weird and the thought of a fake thingy was a little off putting. She fished the one with the gold finish out of the box and turned its packaging around. There were warnings about lubrication and insertion into not-intended orifices and a description of the product that sounded so over the top enticing that she forgot to close her snout.

The package was ripped apart and an impatient Pinkie got hold of a slim golden metal rod, the surface felt nice and solid on her underhoof. A wink brought her back to the matter at hoof. She lowered it towards her nethers anxiously and let its silken length slide along her clit and folds and let go a breath she didn't know she had been holding in. The silken texture, now lavishly coated in her sticky excitement gave just enough resistance to tug at the tissues and the applied pressure rekindled the nerves into burning passion.

Up and down and again she ground herself into the shiny device and nearly lost hold of it, the amounts of leaked essence were becoming bothersome and she was still so far away from finishing. Her entrance, now teased by the nearby length clenched stubbornly against nothingness and teased her to take the last remaining step.

Closer and closer the golden saviour's tip got to her virgin love tunnel, nearly slipping in at the apex of her movements and in a moment of blind passion she angled it and pressed it forward. She didn't care about virginity anymore. A slight resistance built and dissipated with a pang and feeling of soreness and her marehood experienced its first ever intrusion. The slim toy stretched the virgin walls just enough to not overwhelm and gave her a primal feeling. At this moment, it was everything she had ever wanted, the golden tip parting her bumpy tunnel gave her the sensation of being completed. This was what she had missed, her most intimate place grabbing onto a stallion and milking its fertile seed into her waiting womb. No waiting or simply rubbing herself could have ever given her this release.

Her new friend had reached as far as it could and she let it rest for a moment. Her inner sanctum still accommodated itself and every movement of her muscles was just perfect. They held onto the invader and every now and then clenched encouragingly for it to release its payload. Her hoof suddenly slipped and nearly lost hold of it's end and she withdrew the toy. The empty walls once again hugged themselves and the reverse motion redistributed the pressure satisfyingly.

With an empty mind she began moving it in and out, the play between golden intruder and needy nethers creating a sensoric orchestra that topped everything she had ever experienced. In and out, parting of the hot wet silken walls, desperate clinging for the rod to remain, solid metal against moist ribs and bumps. The familiar itch built once again, the hoof becoming a blur in ecstatic chase of the liberating climax she so desperately sought.

Just a little more… fierce winking helped climb another step. Just a… her left hoof joined and helped sustaining the clitoral sensations. Just… her hooves cramped and just pressed into her nethers tremblingly.

The electric fire sparked in her nethers, spread throughout them and along her spine into her brain. Her body cramped up and bucked into her hooves feverishly in a blinding orgasm that intended to milk every last drop from her partner. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically against the golden rod and let her feel the pleasing fullness. Wave after wave the fire burned out slowly and left a panting pink pony.

Pinkie let herself fall down backwards, her limp legs lying where they came to rest. The golden toy slid out and was followed by a trickle of her essence. All that was left was a tingle in her nethers and a feeling of satisfaction. She looked around and felt a little guilty by all the strewn-around paraphernalia, but if it hadn't been for her bestest of friends she would still be unwell. Her aching body sat up and she put everything back into the box, storing it in the closet behind the party cannon prototypes, a year's worth of confetti and fifteen pounds of balloons.

Ignoring the stained carpet, she barely made it to the bed and plopped down on it face down, finding sleep instantaneously with a smile on her muzzle. Tomorrow would be a wonderful day.