Along the winding path that cut through the mysterious Everfree forest, a young stallion by the name of Byron slowly meandered into Ponyville. Byron was a darkened unicorn from Canterlot, his fur was a light gray and his hooves were a charcoal black. He left Canterlot to escape his past life; a life of drugs and crime. The hopeful pony believed that he could start life anew in the approaching town of Ponyville.
Minutes later he arrived in Ponyville; it was everything he had imagined. Around him ran ponies of different colours and sizes, all bathing in the pleasant aura that a certain pink pony was emitting. This pony was a bright pink mare, her mane defied gravity as it was hovering over her blue eyes. Byron's heart skipped a beat, he soon found himself coughing heavily.
"Are you okay?", the beautiful pony asked with confusion and affection. Byron scrambled to his hooves, eager to respond.
"Yes, thank you," he said with a stupid grin upon his face.
"My name's Pinkie Pie, but all my friends call me Pinkie."
"Hi," he mummered, "My name's Byron."
"Are you new?" she questioned. "I don't think I've seen you around before, then again, I'm not very observant!" she explained with a satisfied tone, bouncing around the startled pony.
"Yes, I've just arrived from Canterlot."
"Wow!" she exclaimed, "That's amazing!"
"Glad somepony thinks so," he uttered under his breath.
"It was great meeting you, but I've gotta go, come see me at Sugarcube Corner later on; we can talk then," she briefly explained, still bouncing around him. As quickly as she had arrived, she was gone. Byron took a few seconds to recover from the event that had just unfolded and moved along, searching for an Inn he could rest at.
He finally arrived at an Inn, rented a room and passed out. He was kept awake by his thought of the extraordinary pony he had encountered. "Pinkie Pie," he said with a calm tone in his once gruff voice. The next day he decided to see the enchanted mare he had spent countless hours fantasising about. He stared at her through the clear window of the famous bakery known as Sugarcube Corner. After a few minutes of talking himself up, he entered the peaceful confectionery.
"Hello?" he shouted with a soothing tone in his voice, "Is anypony here?"
"Byron, is that you?" the familar voice asked.
"Of course," the nervous pony responded.
"Oh good, could you do me a favour?" She didn't wait for a response. "Turn the 'open' sign on the door to 'closed'."
"Sure"
"Then come 'round here when you're done."
He did as the mare asked and quickly sprinted to the back of Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie Pie stood there with a tray of freshly baked cakes.
"Hi Byron, I've been waiting all day to see you," she said, seizing the initiative, "Lookie what I made!" the pleasant tone still present in her voice.
"Wow Pinkie, they look great."
"Thanks, I made them for us," she told him with the ever-present smile she possessed, "I want to know you better, you know; 'cause everypony's my friend and all!"
"Perfect," he voiced.
"Let's eat first though, can't talk on an empty belly now can we?"
"Certainly not," he stated with intent.
They sat down on the warm floor, the ovens breathed on them with an intense heat, a smell of baked goods lingered in the room. The ponies sat next to each other, focused on the cakes they were currently enjoying.
"These are great Pinkie," Byron declared, "Thanks so much...."
His complement was cut off without warning as the mare's tongue was plunged into his mouth. His tongue instinctively coiled around hers. They both bathed in the excitement produced by this action. Moments passed, eventually they emerged, both gasping for air.
"By Celestia!" Byron howled, trying to understand what had just happened.
"You're a great kisser you know!" Pinkie preached, still smiling. Her facial expression aroused Byron, he knew she wanted more. He couldn't believe his luck; he had ran into a pink pony only hours ago and was already verging on having sex with her.
Before he had a chance to react, the blushing pink pony dived on him, pinning him to the floor. She threw her forelegs around him and kissed him again. When she emerged, she said breathlessly, "This is great, huh?"
"Oh y..y.yess," he stuttered.
"Hey! I have a fantastic idea!" she gasped, moving down his body. She slid his throbbing erection into her mouth, gripped it with her lips and began to bob her head up and down.
"Ahhhhh!" Byron squawked, he had never experienced this amount of sheer pleasure before. Soon, after a moment of immense pleasure, Pinkie stood up gasping for much-needed air.
"Wasn't that fun!" Pinkie squeaked in her high-pitched voice.
"Y...y..yeah," he finally responded, "That was amazing Pinkie." He spoke in a calm, quiet voice.
"Okay your turn!" her voice had a childish quality to it.
She moved up his underbelly, sliding her bright pink slit over his muzzle. He threw his wide, flat tongue into her already dripping marehood. She almost collapsed in a total ectasy of enrichment and excitement.
"Ohhhhh!" she squealed, moving in a spasm-like way. Byron lay underheath Pinkie Pie, all of her viaginal fluids poured into his gaping mouth. "Ahhhhh, that feels sooo good!" Pinkie Pie giggled, again, in her high pitched cry.
Pinkie Pie suddenly fell forward, landing against Byron's suprisingly soft chest. The pair lay there for minutes even though it felt like hours. Pinkie's soft, blue eyes stared deep into Byron's eyes, the duo lay there again; as if they were transfixed on each other.
"That was awesome Byron! Great job!" she was out of breath, but still managed to keep her smooth voice intact.
"You said it!" he joked, he stared into her deep eyes. Pinkie's grinning face kept Byron's erection standing, he couldn't help but smile at this. Pinkie rolled over, panting, "That...was...incredible!" she burst into life and began to hop around the room, her grinning slit still dripping with a hellish vigor.
She loomed over him, "We should totally do that again!" she suggested, returning to her normal, upbeat self.
"I glad you enjoyed it too!" Byron laughed.
"Byron, I love you."
"R..really Pinkie? he queried, "You mean that?"
"Course I do!"
"I love you too!" he declared.
"Alright!" she remarked, "That's fantastic, I can't wait to see you again!"
Over the next few months the newly-founded couple flourished, and soon married. The team quickly became parents, providing affection for two young foals; a small pink fille and a young grey colt named Ellie and Eltharion respectively.
Shockingly Byron woke up, lying in his bed, as a human. He looked left and right and then grumbled to himself, "Fuckin' dreams." He rolled over in his bed and dwelled on the previous dream. He stared deeply in the plastic eyes of a nearby Pinkie Pie toy. "Fuck you reality," he uttered under his breath silently.
I do intend to write more clopfics. As this is my first clopfic, I would like you to leave constructive comments and point out any writing errors you see. Thanks for reading!
