Our Town (a tf/tg clop)

This time – without the distraction of her telekinesis – I feel him slide partially out of me. Before he fully withdraws however he groans and thrusts back.

The pain is far less than before. In fact there is even a slight erotic tingling where the pressure pushes at the top of my crotch.
I resist the weird urge to push back into him and try to focus on something else.

My mind drifts to my escape plans.

I grit my teeth at a rush of sensation from my groin as Party Favour pushes against my crotch. I swallow a groan of pleasure.

He withdraws again, and I try to focus. Now I was out of my cell I could escape! I would have to go at the dead of night. There was no point in waiting. I'd take a route through the mountains-

I pant at another rush of sensation and fight against the urge to vocalise the pleasure from my crotch. Party Favour is partially withdrawn and sort of rolling his cock around my marehood. I’m unable to stop myself squeezing my legs together to increase the sensation and am rewarded with a powerful tingling that almost threatens to overwhelm me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Starlight grin smugly.

He stops, thank Christ, and returns to thrusting again. I gather my thoughts again. Yes, I remember that the nearby mountain range definitely crossed with the train tracks at some point North of here-

“Ow!”

My thoughts are interrupted by Party Favour biting at on my large, sensitive pony ears.

“Sorry.”

He pants, and resumes thrusting.

Anyway, if I escaped towards the nearby mountains at night and then travelled by night I could head for the tracks.

“Aiee!”

I’m unable to bite down a squeak of pleasure.

Party Favour’s thrusts back into me quickly. And again. And again. Combined with the grinding of before. I find myself unable to think about anything but the building feeling in my crotch. I get a feeling not dissimilar to when I was a man – a sort of ‘on the brink feeling’. Lost to the feeling, I rock back against my stallion.

“Withdraw. Now.”

Starlight cuts in.

“No-oooooooo.”

I whine.

Party Favour grunts angrily at her.

My fur tingles as Starlight’s magical power lifts him bodily off me.

My crotch throbs, but I just manage not to debase myself. I pant as the feeling gradually subsides.

“She is not ready to rear foals yet, but she clearly knows how to excite her stallion.”

She says with the same smug tone as before.

Starlight’s reference reminds me of my thoughts near climax. As the sensations of my first really ‘female’ experience die away I focus on its alienness and humiliation. My eyes begin to feel hot and I grit my teeth. I make my face blank - not wanting to give Starlight the satisfaction of seeing me sob.

Party Favour, however, is crying freely. His head is bowed submissively at Starlight’s hooves.

“I couldn’t stop. Please forgive me Starlight.”

He pleads.

“I know disobedience is usually punished severely in the village. But when a stallion is overwhelmed by his feelings he is not himself. I forgive your frailty in this instance.”

She says back, in the same level tone as the equality propaganda I have been forced to listen to for the past week. I suppress the urge to gag.

“Having taken your first hoofstep towards your, and her, redemption through village union you must convince her to accept that her destiny is the village and not the false promise of her old mark. If she accepts her fate then she will be allowed to rear your foal. If not then you will both be exiled.”

I stare forward grimly and focus on my escape plan which had been interrupted by the eroticism of the previous experience. I needed to know if I was going to be watched, if Starlight’s cottage was watched and if any of the village pegasi could track me, especially at night…

Starlight’s drawl once more interrupts my thoughts-

“Take her to your cottage. Report to me when she is ready.”

I try not to flinch as Party Favour puts a hoof to my shoulder, urging me to follow him. I sigh and follow, head bowed. At least I wouldn’t have to see Starlight’s smug face for a while…

The villagers outside are trotting about their day. I feel myself cower into Party Favour a little, trying to avoid their gaze and weird grins, but I don’t simply flee to the house – I want them to think that I am converting to their way, to put their guard down.
A pegasi stallion trots up to us.

“So has she joined us yet?”

He asks Party Favour.

It takes every ounce of strength not to sob or scream at him. I keep my head bowed.

“Starlight says she might be, one day.”

Party Favour says, sounding hopeful.

“I sure hope so.”

The stallion replies, blandly.

“Is your mare Misty ready? She was so close, but when I was disharmonious I wasn’t allowed to ask…”
He says, his voice trembling a little as he mentions the word.

“Yes. She’s had three little foals. Two fillies and a colt.”
The stallion says.
He says.

“Aww…”

Party Favour replies sentimentally. I look up, surprised by the sudden spark of emotion and departure from his normal bland public manner.

“It is good that our village increases.”

The stallion replies, looking uncomfortable.

Party Favour grins back.

I return to looking at the ground and soon the awkward meeting is over. Presumably I’m still too ‘disharmonious’ to talk to. I trot beside Party Favour in silence. We are soon at the re-education cottage – my cell for the past few days – I hesitate, but Party Favour doesn’t stop.

He grins at me.

“I know you’ll like living in my cottage most equally.”

I roll my eyes at the term and trot on.

“It’s not a re-education cottage. It has a door. And windows…”

He continues to ‘sell’ the place to me. I remain silent. Again I feel that this would be comic if these ponies weren’t effectively my prison wardens. The reference to the cottage reminds me of my arrival in Our Town. I think vaguely back to that day…
I visited his cottage before I was imprisoned here, which now feels ages ago, but was only about 8 days. I visited because he was different to the others. He was less lifeless and disinterested in the world.

It was on that night that he told me that he and Sugarbelle missed their marks. He also told me about others who did too. He told me that one pony, Night Glider – a pegasus filly – had only just got her mark when it was taken away. He told me how distressed she was, and that she had almost been exiled for being disharmonious. It was her story in particular moved me to challenge Starlight.

My thoughts are interrupted by Party Favour’s voice.

“Ladies first.”

He says.

I wince.

The inside is bare, which surprises me. Party Favour’s talent is (was?) essentially making nic-nacs. When I arrived his cottage was full of little things he’d made. I ask him where everything is.

“Starlight says we’re to start a new life together. I won’t need my old things any more.”

He says, his smile looking particularly forced. It strikes me that this stallion has suffered rather a lot on my account; I look away.

“The first thing we need is a bigger bed! Sugarbelle kept some of my special straw to-“

I tune out. The last thing I am interested right now was playing homemaker with him. By nightfall I should be gone anyway. My thoughts turn back to escape drift back to escape while he’s talking.

Does the town have any guards out at night, I wonder.

“-so what do you think?”

Party Favour asks and looks at me inquisitively.

“Oh… yes?”

I hazard. He grins and begins to babble again. I return to planning my escape.

I must get to the next train station down from Our Town. It’s a long way to cover, but I have always had a talent for exploring. The main problem would be supplies of water and shelter on the way. Being an equine had enormous benefits in terms of travelling relative to my previous human body; so long as I can graze and find a stream I can trot for days at a decent pace.

I shiver as I realise that if I’m not being watched then all I need to do to end this experience is trot out of this place.

“F-Fuschia?”

I hear Party Favour say, but the significance of the name doesn’t immediately register.

“Did you hear what I said?”

I look up.

“I’m sorry, what was it?”

I respond, distractedly.

“You get some water from the well, milk, wheat-flower and butter. I’ll see about the bed.”

He says.

I wince with fear at the idea of trotting among the villagers, especially the stallions… and Double Diamond.

“Maybe we could ask Sugarbelle if she would lend a hoof?”

I nod. The feeling of fear subsides a bit.

I follow him as he trots out of the door. I try not to think too much about being watched.

We cross the street and he calls out for Sugarbelle. Unappetising muffin smells come from the open door.

“Oh, hello Party Favour.”

The sweet mare’s voice sounds from inside.

When she sees me she stops.

“H-hello.“

She hesitates. I give her a small smile.

“I was wondering if you could help Fuschia get a few things together for the cottage? She’s needs help settling in.”

He says.

“Oh – s-sure.”

She replies demurely.

“We just need some food and cooking things.”

He continues.

“Well I have some things.”

I tune out again and return to thinking about tonight. If the front of the house is being watched then I could slip out through a back window I think. I would need to do it quietly of course…

“F-Fuschia?”

Sugarbelle addresses me.

“Oh, um?”

I say, distracted.

“W-would you like some flour?”

She asks.

“Oh – um, yes? How many bits?”

I say without thinking.

“Bits create division. Everypony receives her share of flour.”

She and Party Favour recite.

“Oh – well yes. Just… my share then?”

I say, trying not to grit my teeth.

“That’s right!”

Party Favour grins.

“I’ll be off – thanks Sugarbelle.”

Before he turns to go he quickly pecks my cheek.

“See you soon.”

I mumble in response – the intimacy reminding me uncomfortably of earlier.

Sugarbelle returns with a bag of flour in her mouth and sets it down in front of me.

“Here you go.”

And so begins some of the most frustrating hours of my life - passed in a haze of domesticity and anticipation of escape.

By the time it is evening Sugarbelle and I have restocked the kitchen, tidied the cottage and even put up some meagre decorations.
Party Favour, meanwhile, has acquired a double bed and has been engaged for a number of hours in the effort of dragging it into his bedroom.

…

Finally we are done.

Sugarbelle pokes around the kitchen.

“Um – I think that’s everything.”

She says finally. I’m practically skittering with impatience.

“Thanks Sugarbelle.”

I say, already heading towards the door. I wave the mare off, my head full of my escape from this madness.