Author's Note

This is as close to filler as a "nothing-but-clop" clopfic will get. I still have my original chapter 5 planned, but this one got away from me, so I decided to do it as a part 2. There is exposition here, which again, is odd for erotic fiction, but whatever. Hopefully 5.2 doesn't take as long of a gap as it was from 4 to 5.1. Hope you all enjoyed this decidedly-more straight and not as weird chapter.

5.1 The morning after the fourth night

Your eyes flutter open, feeling a bit damp. You're looking at the ceiling of the bathroom. You hear a slight beep. You cast your gaze to the stand next to the mirror to find the clock. 8:00, the red glowing numbers say. Your mouth has the faint taste of cum. You try to stretch your arms out, but you aren't moving anywhere. You feel restricted, like you're inside a balloon. Shit, am I still in her balls? Wait, that was real? I was cum? Am I still cum? You look down, to see you're encased in translucent purple latex. You put the pieces together and assume that you're in a condom. But now you're a human. The tip doesn't have a rim like a normal condom does, it looks a bit ragged. On the edge of a tub, there is a pair of scissors with a sticky note left on it. The note reads:

"'This is to help you get out!' - Twi <3"

You appreciate the sentiment, as the latex prison seems to be unaffected by your hands or fingernails. You shimmy an arm up, thankfully a bit slippery due to still being coated in a slight layer of cum and condom's natural lube, and grab the scissors. You slowly snip your way out of the condom, making sure not to nick yourself. You've snipped your way through most of it, and decide to slither away from it. You still feel a bit slick, so you decide standing up is probably not the best option. You ball up the purple latex and it ends up being about the size of a basketball. You decide that's an omen, and you swivel on your butt so you're facing the trash can, and take the shot. Clunk! It gets nothing but can, and you pump your fist slightly. You hear the knob jiggle and the door opens. It's your lovely marefriend, wearing some loose flannel pajama pants that still didn't hide a bit of a bulge. She had on a white tanktop undershirt over it.

"Why hello, my wonderful boyfriend, how did you sleep?"

"Snugly, I guess."

"Wonderful", she chuckles. "Wait, what's up with your hair?"

"My hair? Wh-" you scramble out of the tub carefully, making sure not to slip. You get over to the mirror and are surprised by what you see. Your normal dark-brown mop of hair now has a familiar pink and purple stripe running through it. You run your hand through it, seeing if it's actually real now. You tug a bit at the stripes, to find it hurts just a bit. You turn around to face Twilight and you suddenly feel a bit...taller? Back on Earth, you were pretty average at your normal 6'0" height, but ponies were always just a bit taller than you were. Especially unicorns and alicorns. Twilight, being the newest alicorn, was at about 6'8", so your eyes came up to just about her collarbone area, which sometimes made it hard to concentrate. Now, you're looking straight at her chin. You estimate this makes you about 6'3" or 6'4". And Twilight didn't seem to shrink any, either.

You look down at your feet to gaze upon your new altitude, and you notice yet another change. You look down at your dick. The skin near the base looks to have darkened, now looking very tan. It seems to have gotten bigger, too. Your feel your balls and they now feel about the size of a extra large egg, the same color as the skin near your base. About the size of one of those large plastic eggs from Easter, you think. You grab both of them to feel the sudden heftiness. Playing with your junk has caused you to get aroused, and your dick comes sliding out of what you could call your sheath. It's a darker color, but not quite as dark as your "sheath". It's got a flat-ish head with some bumps around the ridge, you estimate it to be about 2.5 inches in diameter. It comes not-so-majestically flopping out and starts to hang there, flaccid it appears to be just a bit smaller than you normally are erect.

"Fascinating", Twilight says, holding her hand out towards the open door, her hand covered in a purpleish-pink glow as a book and pen come flying towards it, "It appears that since I may have still had some semen in my own testicles as they expanded, and I released some of that into the condom with you from your transformed state, you essentially got some of my traits when you reformed." She scribbles furiously, crouching down to look at your new genitals to observe them. She taps the pen to her chin, thinking for a second. She drops her pen, and it clinks to the tile floor. "Alright, I want to try something. Hold out your hand toward that pen, and try and summon it. Concentrate really hard to try and get it." You hold your hand out towards it, and stare at it, and you start to concentrate. A very faint, dark amber glow encases your hand like a think glove, and the pen slowly levitates up. You catch it, and you look into each other's eyes in a state of shock.

"eeeeee!" Twilight shrieks, jumping up and down, heavy breasts flopping in her t-shirt (and hefty package making a bit of a bounce in her pants). "You have magic! Albeit, just a bit and nothing too advanced, but it's there!" She levitates the pen out of your hand and into hers and starts scribbling even harder than last time. You still stand there, still naked, looking at your hand, wondering what the everloving fuck just happened.

"So, wait. Since I was in your balls, and some of your jizz mixed with me when I...was...jizz...your DNA somehow mixed with mine? Are you like, my mom or something now?" you ask, trying to get a grip on this situation.

"Not really. More of a transfusion, if anything. Unless you want me to be your mommy.", she says, her last words getting deeper and more suggestive, as she puts the end of the pen in her mouth.

"I'd rather we not do that, if it's all the same."

"Alright!" she perks back up into her normal voice, writing a few last words in her journal. She closes the book shut with the pen clip tucked on the cover, and uses her magic to push the book back to the shelf. "After this week is over, we are gonna practice that stuff. As for right now, let's do a little hands-on-observation with your addition." She creeps towards you and brings you in for a kiss. You embrace in the lip lock, putting your hands on the back of her head and reciprocating the invitation. She backs away, and licks her lips. "Hmm, that tastes familiar, lets do a little taste test, shall we?" You look behind you and backpedal your way to the toilet, grabbing a towel and throwing it over the cover so you don't slip off. She reaches in the cabinet and grabs a bottle of lube and applies just a bit to her hands to help her get ready. You sit down as gently as you can at the moment.

All the excitement over the magic has caused your dick to recede back into its sheath. As you sit down, Twilight saunters over to you, removing her tank top, letting her tits flop down. You now start to feel a bit more aroused. The tip pokes out of the sheath, as she kneels down in front of you, spreading your legs open so that the goods can breathe. She scoots closer to your new package, and breathes some hot air onto your balls. You shudder a bit, causing even more arousal and more of your shaft to slide out. She takes a big whiff, taking in your new odors mixing with the odors of her cum from last night. It was a musk she hadn't smelled in a long time. It must be the new pheromones or some shit, you think, noticing her wordless approval. She reaches her slightly lubed-up hands towards the jewels and starts to rub them just a bit, one in each hand. She lifts them up in her hands and lets them down, feeling the weight of them, like she was comparing fruits. Her thumbs work circles around them, massaging the tender yet pliable flesh. She leans forward with her muzzle and plants a kiss on one, opening her lips and slightly sucking. She takes that one and starts to repeat that same slight sucking maneuver all over it, popping it in and out of her mouth. She moves her worship on to the next one, tasting the combined tastes of musk, sweat, and her cum.

By now, you're as hard as diamonds, and your new dick is at an impressive 10.5 inches and 3 across, close to as big as the night when you lose your dick. A dollop of pre-cum starts to leak out. It travels to the tip, and starts to fall off the edge, making a string connecting it to the head. The string breaks, hitting Twilight on the nose. She licks it up and brings her head back up to dick level, looking up at you, eyes as wide as saucers after watching her worship your new balls. "Tasty. I guess that means someone's ready, I take it?"

"Mmhmm" you say, nodding your head. "Very much so."

"Good to hear. Cause I certainly am." She sticks her tongue out, and laps at the tip, swiping up the precum still left on your new opening. She grips your dick with both hands, which you thought was really fucking cool, and slowly licks the head like it's an ice cream cone. You shudder just a bit, hands gripping the sides of the toilet seat as you experience these new things. She starts to suck on the head, her tongue slithering across it. You've started to flare a bit, and she takes note of that before she drops down over it. Her mouth managed to slip over it with no troubles or potions or whatever, and you thought that was impressive. She moves up and down over the first inch and a half, and bobs down just a bit lower every time. She keeps getting lower, more of your horsecock invading her maw, as her tongue takes time to explore your new puffier veins, and she hits the start of the medial ring, and suddenly backs off, leaving you panting, cool air rushing towards your now spit-shined tip.

"Why'd you stop?"

"To let you know that we've reached the point of no return." She drops back on to your dick, now going a bit quicker, as she slowly stretches her lips over the medial ring and holds for a second. She now starts the bobbing procedure again, taking 1 step back and 2 steps forward, rotating her mouth around your cock, making sure her tongue hits your sweet spots. She moves a hand down to her pants, and starts to rub her member from over the flannel, as her dick has started to snake down the pants. You take a mental note of her doing so. She keeps dropping, going up and down, up and down more, as she finally gets closer. You now feel your dick hit a slight wall, her throat, as she hits the base of your dick, your dense balls touching her chin. She holds it there, making sure you're watching. You definitely are. You also notice that she's still rubbing herself over the pants.

"We're gonna go a little faster now, alright?" you squeak out, enamored by her deepthroating skills on your new larger slab of horsemeat.

"mmhmm." she hums, mouth and throat still full of dick.

She pulls back to the medial ring, and your hand goes on the back of her head, and you push down. Her natural reflexes push her back up once she's hilted, and she suddenly has lost the battle now. You are in control. You push her down as soon as she bounces up, and you continue the move not so hard that she's gagging, but just enough to where she feels it. Her hands move toward your thighs and grab on both sides, trying to give her some feeling of power. She goes up a bit harder, and you push a bit harder, her lips and throat creating a vacuum seal on your dick. With her grabbing on to your thighs, you release your other hand from the toilet seat and look down to her pants. She is focused on nothing but your cock now, as hers throbs slightly, still confined by the cotton barrier. You reach your hand out and start to wiggle it back and forth, the amber aura complimenting the purple fabric perfectly. The cloud moves over the tube-shaped bulge in her pants, and she moans into your dick, the vibrations causing you to moan back. She starts to move even faster, as does your hand. Up and down on your dick, your magic going back and forth on hers. You can't hold on much longer, and neither can she. You feel your head start to flare as it almost locks your dick in her mouth, with no way of it escaping.

"I'm...gonna...."

You don't even get the final word out until she goes all the way down your dick, and you hold her there with your hand. Not that she'd want to leave, but just so you don't give her the option. Your balls contract and release their first load, coming out fast. It feels yogurt thick as you see Twilight's eyes roll back into her head, as she screams into your crotch. You hear a faint splurt. She also released, letting out a torrent of seed in her pants, leaking on to the floor and mixing with the off-white tile. You hold her on your dick for close to 30 seconds as your first load is a doozy, causing her stomach to balloon out just a bit in the process. You release your hand from her head and she releases hers from your thighs. You drop your other hand, the telekinetic handjob finished. The final waves of cum finish from her dick, causing a puddle to form on to the floor, and a bigger one soaking through her pants. She falls back and rests against the wall, holding a hand to her bulging stomach. You fall back as much as you can, resting against the toilet tank, dick slowly getting softer with every heartbeat.

"Well," you break the silence, eeking it out between breaths, "how'd I taste?"

"Well," she says, speaking in the same fashion, "Nutty, salty, sweet, and a bit tingly. Say, how'd you know to use your magic like that?"

Your breath has dropped to a normal level now, and you now are speaking a bit more clearly. "Well, if I can't use something like that to jack myself off, there's really no point in it, so I thought I would try it out on a willing partner." You smirk, glancing down at the soaked trousers and glossy floor.

She chuckled back, "Men. I don't know why I expected anything else."

The clock beeped next to the toilet, 9:00.

"Well, we should go to the office and get some work done. I'll show you how to clean that thing up." she says, groaning as she lifts herself up off the floor.

"Myself? Who's going to clean up this mess?"

"The maids are used to this kind of shit by now."

You shrug and shudder, wondering how many times this has happened.

"Are we still doing something tonight?" you ask, as you walk towards the shower together.

"Oh you bet your ass we are." she says, winking at you.

"Why do I have a feeling that wink was foreboding?"

She tousles the new stripes in your hair. "Oh, shut it."