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I want you (Clop Clop, Cloppity Clop)

Chapter Eight: I want you (Clop Clop, Cloppity Clop)

As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew I was screwed. I felt hot, my breath was ragged, my pulse racing. Next to that, there was a wet spot between my hind legs and a pure scent in the air.

I was in heat.

The little pony in my head cursed me, pointing out that I practically doomed myself by just wondering yesterday why my heat was late. But I got one thing right: it was a good thing Octavia wasn’t with me. Because otherwise we’d be screwed. No, actually, we’d be screwing. Each other. Very hard. Which, apparently, wasn’t a good first time. (Which was a perfectly good time if you ask me, but not for Octavia. And I had to respect her wishes.)

Because she was my marefriend! The little pony in my head nodded. And you know what good marefriends do, Vinyl? I exhaled, closing my eyes. Oh yes, I replied to the little pony in my head. They rut each other senseless. The little pony frowned. And go read poetry, I quickly amended. In the moonlight. Right after screwing each other.

Screwing how? The little pony in my head sounded interested. Apparently, she was in the mood too. Well, how indeed. I sighed, imagining Octavia by my side, in the bed, crawling towards me with a sensual smile on her face, a smile that only she could muster so well. Her tender touch, her hooves on my body, massaging my flanks… Her skillful tongue, traversing every inch of my mouth… Her lips on my neck… Her hot breath as she drew lower and lower…

I barely noticed as my hoof slipped where it belonged. Right between my legs. But it wasn’t my hoof. It wasn’t white. It was grey, gently tracing my outer labia, teasing it apart to let a single drop escape my folds. Octavia was quick to lap it up, enjoying her small meal of my pure juices.

The little pony in my head was already busy clopping itself.

Octavia smiled as she tasted me before diving back in. Her tongue gently parted my folds, but never quite entered. She teased me, making me wanting more and more of her. I wanted to rut her, to be rutted by her. To completely lose myself.

Then she did something I never expected. Octavia drew back, and my eyes went wide. There was a stallionhood attached to her hips with a strap, bouncing slightly. It had a vibrant blue, the same color like my magic.

I didn’t think about why the stallionhood was shaped more like a real one and less like a strapon. I didn’t ponder on why it was attached with the colour of my magic. I knew it was part of Octavia now, and, since Octavia was here to deliver me pleasure, so would I.

I crawled towards her, wondering whether she could feel the magical appendage. Well, since it was magic, there was a thick chance… No, that wasn’t quite the right wording. I forgot all about wording as a gave the shaft a long, thoughtful lick. Octavia’s eyes rolled in bliss as she exhaled loudly.

I smiled. It seemed like I had just hit jackpot. With my hoof, I went for the blue magical balls of the shaft, while my tongue kept traversing the outside of the stallionhood, never touching the head. Octavia began moaning, and so did I. Our moans mixed together in a peculiar fashion, a duet, a song, a symphony.

I pressed my lips against the head of the shaft. Apparently, Octavia was very sensitive there, for she drew back as her eyes rolled, and her tongue left her mouth. I kept sucking, bobbing my head for emphasis, while my tongue rolled over and over the bare head of the stallionhood.

To my deepest surprise, she pushed me back, her dick leaving my mouth with a pop. I ended up on my back again, with the stallionhood over my waiting nethers. She looked me up, glaring at me like I was her prey, growling gently.

Then she pushed. And oh Luna, it was bliss.

The stallionhood felt like it was made for my marehood, stretching and massaging it in all the right ways. She went slowly, watching me carefully, but I quickly pulled her closer, enjoying the feeling as the balls slapped against my butt, the dick completely buried in me. It fit perfectly.

We both moaned loudly as the stallionhood rested fully in me. Pure bliss, that was all I could call it. Octavia smiled at me, but it was no gentle smile. It was more of the smile I knew from me, the smile of a hunter having it’s prey pinned.

It lasted for mere seconds before she started to pull out, more and more until only her tip stayed. I knew what had to come, and braced myself. She still shook me to my inner core as she rammed her rod back inside until her balls slapped heavily against me, making me moan and trash in ecstasy.

It was a bit too fast for my taste so I opened my mouth to warn Octavia about it, but she understood me without words. So, the next time she filled me up, she did it slowly, making me feel every millimetre of the shaft. It was obviously making her ecstatic, as signified by her loud groans. She kept the slow, wonderful pace that still left me filled to the brim with cock and yet kept me begging for more.

She quickened the pace gradually, tending to my nethers like they were the most important thing in the world. Meanwhile, she leant over me, almost hovering over my face. I tried to lean in for a kiss, but the grey mare stopped my lips with a hoof.

Then, suddenly, she pressed her hooves against my hindlegs, raising them even higher, allowing easier access. I had sought this for a while, and now was being granted my heart’s desire.

My new position allowed Octavia’s cock to slide inside me at a better angle, enabling her to maintain a series of thick, powerful thrusts that had previously been impossible. I felt my eyes roll up, my breath quickening to the extreme. Sweat was already covering my body, and Octavia was persisting in touching every sweet spot only I was supposed to know.

How did she do that? But of course, I realised in my hazy bliss. We were meant for each other, simple as that. She was supposed to know everything about me - and I was supposed to know everything about her. And while she was here-

My sweat turned cold as Octavia faltered, the feeling of the magical stallionhood dissuading. She wasn’t there. She’s not here. My eyes looked over the messy covers of the bed. Octavia had never been here in the first place. It had all been my wild imagination, fuelled by lust and heat.

I groaned and almost cried. I was horny (and in a more-than-just-being-a-unicorn fashion), I was tired, and I wanted her. I wanted to be near her. I wanted to rut her, granted… But if she would just let me hold her, just stay close, I would settle for that.

No we wouldn’t, the little pony in my head countered. I glared at the little pony. Octavia was going through the same predicament, and what kind of marefriend would I be if I didn’t help her with it.

And, maybe, in that manner I could help myself as well?

Mistake or not, I have to help her.

***

It was horrendous. Waking up and feeling that deep pain between your legs, burning you away. Immediately, the little pony in my head started cursing. That it was dumb of me sending Vinyl away. That I should had rut her while the opportunity was there.

Threatening the little pony with a stick, I made my way to the bathroom. My fur was sticky in places it should never be. Shower. A cold shower will do me wonders.

I was so wrong.

The cold water did nothing to linder my aches. All it did made my body react to it, demanding a proper dicking. Or a nice tongue. The little pony in my head nodded approvingly.

A lady would never give in to her urges alone… Argh, who am I trying to fool here? I need this!

Propping myself up against the wall, I spread my hind legs, directing the water on the aching spot between my nethers, washing away sweat and juices. I moaned as the water gently stimulated me, carefully reaching every spot on my labia.

It was not enough. I howled in frustration and tried to reach with one foreleg, rubbing frantically at my marehood, trying to get more pleasure out of it.

“Do you need any help with this?”

I turned around so fast, I nearly slipped and crushed my head on the floor of the shower. In my bathroom stood Vinyl, her eyes red, body sweating heavily. “Vinyl? What are you doing in here? How do you even get in?”

“You didn’t locked the door properly,” the white mare told me as she climbed into the shower. “Now let me help.”

Before I could form a negative response, I moaned loudly as Vinyl leaned down, taking a strong whiff of my arousal before serving me a long, deep lick. My mind exploded, forgetting every proper response I had to give. I should have given.

Yet, I was completely puddy in her hooves.

Vinyl groaned slightly, taking lick after lick as she grew faster and more dearing, as I felt her tongue slipping between my labia, teasing my entrance.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me already!” Was all I could shout in my heat.

“So you want me to fuck you?” Vinyl growled back and I whimpered as she stood up, grinning. “I will fuck you, trust me, Tavi.”

I had no idea what was going on as Vinyl’s horn glowed brightly, her magic center in between her legs. However, that idea quickly came as a throbbing stallionhood emerged off the light, pulsating in the vibrant blue of Vinyl’s magic.

“Vinyl,” I whimpered before I screamed out loud. Not in pain, but in bliss as Vinyl’s magic cock rammed into my marehood, not even needing lube since I was dripping wet.

It felt so wonderful, the itch finally scratched. Yet, I wanted more. “Take me, Vinyl,” I breathed. “And do it quick, I won’t last long.”

“Me neither,” Vinyl grunted back as she pulled out until only her tip remained, then slammed back home, letting us both howl in bliss.

She quickly thrusted in and out, hitting my deepest core every time she went in. Yet, something missed. “You never used one of these, did you, Vinyl?”

“Heh no,” she wheezed back. “First time using that spell.”

I groaned impatiently, pushing her back against the wall and her flank onto the ground. “Then let’s rock your world,” I smiled, seeing Vinyl’s eyes light up made my heart thump, even in the cloudy minded state of my heat.

Placing my hind legs to either side of her hips, I aimed and sat down, impaling myself on her magical stallionhood. Not wasting any time, I repeated the motion until I only slammed down, having us moan every single time.

Quicker, I need this, faster! I thought desperately, while the little pony in my head clopped itself, nodding hazily. Everything was a blur, Vinyl’s tongue lolling out as I rode her faster and faster.

Then something happened I never expected.

Vinyl came, shooting spurt after spurt of something deep into my core, soothing the heat inside of me, but also making my climax run in as well. Our juices mixed between us, soaking us, only to being washed away immediately by the shower.

I was too exhausted, too satisfied to question how Vinyl could shoot cum through a magic object. I really didn’t care in that moment as well. All that counted, was the mare that quickly pulled me into her embrace, holding me tightly.

It was like a dream I never wanted to end.

I love you, Vinyl.