Our Town (a tf/tg clop)

I feel Party Favour hesitate.

Double Diamond groans with pleasure and adjusts himself so that he’s resting heavily on my back.

“Party Favour?”

I hear Starlight ask.

Suddenly I hear her scream.

It takes me a second to realise that the magical force on my jaw has receded. I take the opportunity to bite down on the white stallion’s member.

I experience a moment of intense satisfaction as I hear him howl with pain. The moment is cut short by a crack of something hard against my head and everything goes black.

Some time later

I awake to a splitting headache and the feel of something warm and soft pressed against my head.

“You’re awake!”

I hear Party Favour say.

“What happened?”

I groan in response.

“Starlight says my ‘stallion instincts’ kicked in. She forgives me though.”

He babbles.

“But what- what happened?”

I try again.

“I tried to stop them. But they insisted. I felt so angry.”

I decided to let the babbling stallion tell the story his way.

It transpired that he had been taken away the day before and informed that he needed to prove his loyalty to the village by taking me as a mare. He refused at first but Starlight had said that if he wouldn’t she would have no choice but to exile me from the village. He had the day to think about it.

He said that when he looked into himself he couldn’t bare the idea of me wondering away from the village alone and markless. He said he wanted to take care of me since he felt responsible for my incarceration.

Anyway he eventually acceded to their plan. When he saw how humiliated I was – when I cried – he couldn’t go through with the plan. He hit out at Starlight, hence her scream. When I bit down on Double Diamond the big stallion hit me with his hoof and I blacked out.

Party Favour said that at that moment he thought that he and I were going to be exiled, but apparently Starlight was actually pleased. She told Party Favour that she had asked Double Diamond to do what he did in order to bring out his inner stallion. Starlight had told him that his response was a natural reaction to seeing his mare defiled. The deluded stallion actually believed her.

Eventually he stops babbling.

“What happens now?”

I ask him weakly.

“Starlight says I’m your stallion now. I will protect you.”

I groan inwardly.

“Am I free?”

I ask hopefully.

He stops tending me, looking uncertain.

“You… won’t leave?”

He says, sounding hurt.

“They-“

I don't want to say the word.

“Hurt me.”

I say instead.

“I know. Starlight is a hard mare – she’s built everything here from nothing at all, but she just wants to help you.”
I feel myself begin to tear up again and I feebly try to push the stallion away.

“But Double Diamond won’t be able to do anything like that again.”

He says, with a glint in his eye.

Despite everything I can’t help smiling a weakly at that. He beams. I catch his eye but turn away, feeling uncomfortable.

My thoughts turn to the familiar subject of escape. I have two options. Firstly I could try to bring Party Favour round and leave with him – he knows the country and maybe he would know some way of escaping the Village’s reprisal. Secondly I could escape without him – an earth pony, alone, miles from anywhere. Not for the first time I cursed the fact that in this world I was not a pegasus.

The second option – persuading Party Favour – might be achievable, but would mean I would have to remain in the village for months before he came round. He had clearly been subject to Starlight’s brainwashing for years. Over the past week together I had tried everything to persuade him: I’d tried talking about his talent; I’d tried telling him of the life outside the village; I’d even promised him royal favour and a share of my collection of pony artefacts which I had left behind me in Canterlot. But I might as well have been talking to a wall. There was the faintest glimmer of curiosity in him, but it seemed to be entirely overwhelmed by his fear of Starlight Glimmer.

My head lolls against Party Favour’s warm side and my eyes close as I think about my escape. Eventually my thoughts grow vague and tiredness overwhelms me.

..
In my dreams I’m a man again. I’m running from the Sphinx, which keeps shouting that I had lied to it.
On the horizon there is a town! I run desperately towards but the beast is faster than me. Why can’t I run faster?
..

With a gasp I wake from the nightmare.

The light is streaming into my cell. My head rests on Party Favour’s side. His soft breathing tells me that he is still asleep.

I feel a soft touch on my shoulder.

“Come. Don’t wake him.”

I recognise Sugarbelle’s soft voice, and turn to see the mare’s kind eyes.

I give her a questioning look and rise, painfully, to my hooves.

Sugarbelle was one of the ponies who had been curious about my mark. Party Favour had covered for her or she might well have been imprisoned along with us. During my imprisonment she was easily the kindest of the villagers, not that we had spoken much – more a kind word or a smile when she dropped off our hay-bread and water.

But why is she here now? What could Starlight have in store? From what Party Favour said yesterday it sounded like Starlight's plan was to make me Party Favour’s ‘village mare’ – whatever that means.

I wait till we’re outside before asking her what was going on.

“Just – tidying you up a little.”

She tells me softly.

I sigh. That makes sense I suppose – I was still a mess from yesterday. But why did she suddenly need to get involved in tidying me up? I ask her.

“Oh… um.”

She hesitates.

“Please Sugarbellle.”

I insist.

“Well if you are going to be… well Party Favour would want… all over.”

She says reluctantly.

Whatever that means.

I enter her meagre cottage. A tub sits in the middle of the room with a primitive looking scrubbing brush and even more primitive looking soap.

“It’s ok Sugarbelle – I should be able to manage.”

I tell her and trot into the tub.

I set about washing myself, trying to avoid pressing against the painful bump on my head where Double Diamond hit me.

“Wh-who did that?”

Sugarbelle asks. I’m almost taken aback – it’s one of the first questions I’d heard from anypony.

“Oh, it was Double Diamond.”

I reply, and continue washing.

“B-but why?”

“I bit him.”

I say, with satisfaction.

“Wh-why?”

I’m about to reply, but am interrupted.

“Sugarbelle! So many questions! I’m surprised at you.”

Starlight’s voice comes from the doorway – her brightness sounding brittle.

“Her action was out of loyalty to Party Favour. Otherwise she would have been punished.”

She says, and nods, as if trying to convince herself of her own message.

She looks at me coldly.

“I did ask for you to clean her Sugarbelle. Really, must I do everything myself?”

She levitates the scrubbing brush in her magic and I instantly regret my decision not to let Sugarbelle clean me.

“Sorry Starlight.”

Sugarbelle says demurely and, looking down, retires to a corner.

“Legs apart.”

She instructs.

I refuse, defiant.

“Sugarbelle, please wait outside my dear. I fear I shouldn’t have asked you to perform this task. You are far too sensitive to deal with such a rough mare.”

Starlight says with mock-sweetness.

“Ok Starlight.”

Sugarbelle mumbles, giving me a sympathetic look.

Once she leaves I pipe up.

“Starlight. Stop! Princess Celestia will-”

I choke as her magic grips me by the neck.

“Good morning Miss Glimmer.”

She says, in her 'instructing' voice.

I consider resisting for a second, but decide against it. I nod and her magical grip relaxes.

“Good morning Miss Glimmer.”

I say.

“Good Morning.”

She says back.

“If the Princess graces us with her presence she will see how lovely our little village is and how important it is to forgo the marks that divide us.”

She continues.

“Our newest member, Fuschia Petal-“

She pauses, presumably so I can savor the ridiculous name they have given me.

“-will join all of us in this endeavour and will apologise for her previous lies.”

She pauses for a second. I don’t interject – there doesn’t seem to be any point.

“And your first step in becoming a village mare is to become clean. Fully clean. So-“

She glowers.

“Open your legs.”

My legs stay resolutely closed.

The emotional temperature drops a few degrees

“Your disobedience and deluded refusal to accept your position stems from your mark. Though your identity lies in the vault you still remember it. Just like Party Favour.”

She pauses. I offer no response.

“A village stallion must share the punishment for his mare’s disobedience. I will be frank, the punishment for what you did is exile-”

My heart soars, but I try to remain solemn so that the crazed mare believes I would genuinely fear to be exiled from her horrible social experiment.

She walks round to my head and puts a hoof on my cheek.

“-exile to the caves near here.”

She says softly.

“There is only one pony who can navigate those caves.”

Her voice drops to a whisper.

You see I was once an explorer like you. What I found in those caves…-“

Starlight proceeded to tell me that she had once been an explorer and had sought to conquer the caves. She said that the reason the caves were unexplored by ponies was because something in there fed upon the ‘soul’ of sentient beings. She escaped with her life because her magic allowed her to detach her soul by using the staff of unmarking. If we were to be exiled there with our marks then we would be destroyed.

Finally she said:

“I have not had to exile anypony yet… but I cannot allow you to destroy my village.”

So disobedience would mean not only death, but a horrific death, and one which I would also condemn an innocent stallion to share in, since Party Favour would be exiled alongside me.

Back to the present, I decide to nod in agreement with Starlight. The mare was clearly beyond reason.

“Legs apart.”

I do as she says and shuffle them apart, feeling numb. The brush pushes into me painfully.

Eventually she is done; my parts feel sore from the scrubbing.

“Sugarbelle.”

Starlight calls out. The mare enters the house.

“Take her to her stallion. Tell him she is ready and that I will be there shortly.”

I trot quietly back with Sugarbelle. She trots in ahead of me. We are soon at Party Favour’s cottage.

“Party Favour? She is ready. Starlight will be here soon. Oh, and here’s your muffins.”

She informs him and exits – gesturing for me to go in.

He’s sitting at a table, upon which are some muffins. He moves towards me and takes my hoof – ushering me to the table. I let him.

“Ready for what?”

I ask him as I take a muffin.

“Eat breakfast first – you look famished. I’ll tell you in a second.”

I put down the muffin.

“Now.”

I say, irritably. He looks a bit hurt.

“Well Starlight thought that we should try again, just me and you…”

I get a sick feeling and choke back a sob.

“I told her I wouldn’t force you.”

He says solemnly.

Well there is that. Although I wonder if he knows that the alternative was a slow death in the caves.

“Thanks.”

I mumble.

“Don’t you… want to? Starlight said-”

“I don’t care what she said. She is…”

‘Mad, evil, amoral…?’ What could I say to convince him? I could see in his eyes that he really didn’t understand. I decide to opt for a different tack and buy myself time.

“I’m not ready.”

I say, lamely.

“I understand.”

He says, and puts a hoof to my cheek.

As I look into the stallion’s eyes, I consider whether I can face him dying on my behalf… or whether I am ready to die rather than do Starlight’s bidding. Perhaps it was an idle threat?

I look down and sigh.

“If I need to be your village mare, I will.”

I say. I’ll put up with Starlight’s commands and take my opportunity to escape when it comes.

I sit at the table in a daze. I don’t look at him.

I’m snapped out of my funk by the sound of a pony approaching.

“Good morning Starlight!”

Party Favour greets her.

I suppress an urge to hide.

“What do you say, Fuschia?”

“Good morning Miss Glimmer.”

I mumble, feeling too depressed by the situation to be defiant.

“Very good. Now I don’t have all day. So if you would get up.”

She says impatiently.

I reluctantly rise to my hooves.

Starlight trots round to my rear and Party Favour follows her.

She once more pries my legs apart, but this time I instinctively flex muscles in my back and jam my tail between my legs.

The stallion sighs.

“I will not force her. Even if it means-”

“It’s ok.”

I manage to say.

I try to relax my back. I feel my tail loosen.

“Better.”

I feel Starlight’s magic lift up my tail as before.

“A village stallion is not just firm with his mare. He must be gentle with her.”

She instructs, addressing Party Favour.

I feel Party Favour press his rough hoof against the softness between my legs. Instinctively I shrink away.

Glimmer’s cane taps my flank threateningly and I adjust my position, wanting the humiliating experience to end.
He continues to knead between my legs. The rough hoof rubs uncomfortably, but I don’t flinch.

“Well?”

Asks Glimmer impatiently.

“She is um-“

He hesitates.

Glimmer sighs.

“Yes?”

“Should I?”

He asks.

“It is a stallion’s prerogative.”

As I vaguely wonder what that means I feel hot breath against my crotch. I suppress a shudder of disgust and grit my teeth. ‘Get on with it.’ I think to myself.

His wet tongue licks at me, adding dampness to my general discomfort. I get a strong urge to push him away and dry myself off. At least his tongue is less abrasive than his hoof.

He laps for a while and my thoughts drift back to home – my real home, on earth. I vaguely wonder what people would think if they saw me now.

“That should be sufficient.”

Starlight’’s voice cuts into my reverie.

I get butterflies as I realise that the time has come.

“Mount her.”

Glimmer commands.

I feel his weight press onto my back. His forelegs slip awkwardly on my shoulders. At least he’s not heavy.

He tries to give me an affectionate nuzzle, but I’m in too much of a funk with the situation to respond. He falters a little – looking upset.

“Thrust.”

She orders.

I screw my eyes shut as I feel his flesh press against mine. It sort of rubs against my crotch.

Glimmer tsks.

I see her horn light up but I can’t see what her telekinesis is affecting.

Party Favour groans above me.

Suddenly he bucks his hips against me, much harder than before.

“Aaieee!”

I scream as his hardness pushes against my crotch, forcing my flesh aside.

“No no! NO! PLEASE!”

I howl with pain.

I feel him withdraw.

I pant and curse my weakness. If the alternative is unthinkable then what is the point of resisting?

“Sorry.”

I mumble and nod for him to continue.

I feel Glimmer’s baton on my legs.

“Apart. Further.”

She orders.

I shuffle my legs further apart. My now aching marehood spreads slightly.

“Now do it slowly, and be gentle.”

She tells him.

He shifts his weight above me. I tense up as he pushes. He presses, but – like before – little happens.

Glimmer stomps her hoof impatiently.

Once again I see her horn light up. This time, however, I feel her telekinesis between my legs. The magical ‘touch’ tingles towards the top of my marehood. I squirm at the weird sensation. The magic pushes the top of my lips apart and the tingling pushes against something inside.

I pant as the tingling becomes decidedly erotic. I get a weird sensation of becoming hard – like I did as a man. ‘Impossible!?’ I think to myself.

“Ugh…”

I hear myself pant. Glimmer says something, but all I can think about is the tingling.

I feel him push against me again. The pushing distracts me from the tingling feeling a little but I’m still focused on that. This time there is less pain. I feel myself stretching. Eventually his hips push against mine and he groans.

I give a disappointed sigh as the tingling stops. Still, now that that is done with, hopefully the mad mare is satisfied?

“Good. Now your mare is ready – rut her.”

I hear her say.