Clopshots (Season 7)

Author’s note: The following chapter contains anal.

If Thorax could describe today in one word, it would be ‘blessed’. Never had he imagined that Starlight and Trixie would drop by for a friendly visit so soon. Though he had wished their stay had occurred under less strenuous times, Thorax always enjoyed a visit from his little pony friends. Thankfully there were a few stress-relieving activities they could partake in. If he was being honest, Thorax could use some unwinding himself; leading a hive wasn’t as simple as Chrysalis made it out to be.

Then again, she hadn’t exactly the most benevolent queen to begin with.

Inside the newly-renovated hive, Thorax lead Starlight and Trixie as he excitedly rambled on about progress in changeling society. “There've been a lot of changes since you were here last. I'm trying to start some new activities since the only thing we did before was hunt and patrol. There's theatre.”

Two changelings acted out a scene from a Spear Shaker play, complete with the funny collars not many knew by name.

“Swing dancing.”

A group of a dozen or so changelings partnered up and dosey-doed to the rhythm of a fiddle.

“A once-a-week potluck lunch.”

Close to the swing-dancers stood a table loaded with an assortment of food. While most of the dishes certainly looked appetizing, some looked questionable enough to elicit a gag from Trixie.

“Ooh! And who can change shape and organize craft time? Hmm?” In a flash of green Thorax shifted into a flamingo. “This guy!”

Starlight smiled in approval. “I am really impressed, Thorax. The hive, all the activities…”

Thorax reverted to his default form. “Oh, I'm not done yet. There’s another activity I want you try.” Motioning to his guests, Thorax lead them a thicket of vines that concealed a tunnel entrance. Down into the depths beneath the hive they went, the path illuminated by colorful gelatinous orbs adorning the walls.

Starlight noted how giddy her friend was. Even his trot had the effect of adding a little extra bounce to every step, especially his scrotum, as she also noted. Partially obscured by his carapace, his balls hung close to their owner in their comfy sack, which was a darker purple compared to the primary color of Thorax’s underbelly. They swung ever so noticeably in a hypnotic fashion that Starlight couldn’t break her gaze away from.

Their journey took them to a spacious cavern lit by the same gelatinous orbs. Immediately Starlight’s attention diverted to the scent of sweat and exertion in the air. She knew that scent very well, and to reinforce her suspicions faint moans -- the good kind of moans -- echoed from within the cavern.

“You have a brothel in the hive?”

“A pleasure chamber, actually. It’s usually reserved for couples if they want to either release pent up stress or just have a little fun.” He waved to a couple of changelings passing by. “Cornicle, Delilah, feeling better?”

Cornicle’s smile widened. “Much better. I think we sorted everything out.”

“I’m so happy for you!” When the couple left, Thorax turned back to his guests. “Sex is one of the most intimate expressions of love. We’ve found that issues between couples are better sorted out after sex because of their relaxed state of mind. Makes it easier to compromise. And fun!”

“Can’t argue with that. Whaddya say, Trix?” No response. “Trix? Trixie?” Starlight looked left and right to uncover no trace of her great and powerful friend. “I guess she’s already ahead of the game.” She surmised with a shrug. Starlight then turned around and presented herself, pussy lips and all, to their host. “Well, what are we waiting for?”

With the glow of his antlers, Thorax levitated his guest onto a bed of soft reeds and vines, then kneeled down so that he was at eye level with her posterior. He took amusement in the fact Starlight’s lips were already moistening. Deciding to tease her, he feathered his tongue along her thighs, tracing patterns to see which elicited what delightful sounds.

Starlight seemed quite gigglish when he traced her cutie mark, and especially breathless as Thorax slowly zeroed in on his target with little squiggles. Such sounds grew lower as he grazed her moist labia and winking clit, followed by a whine of disappointment when those lovely sensations ceased.

Then they came back, this time prodding her back door. These particular sensations felt… odd, but at the same time arousing, stoking the fires deep inside Starlight as they tingled over, around, and even within the pucker of her rear.

For Thorax, he didn’t much mind the slight bitterness that came with his explorative, stimulative lubrications. Witnessing their effects were worth it; every twitch, every gasp, every wink of her undercarriage, all signs indicating that yes one of his very best friends thoroughly enjoyed this. As much as he enjoyed it himself, Thorax wanted to move things along. Next time, when fewer pressing matters itched at his wings, would he take this more slowly.

Another whine from Starlight came forth at the absence of his tongue.

“Why…”

Thorax leaned her into him so that their bodies were flush.

“Because.”

While he may have been covered in carapace, Thorax felt quite warm to the touch. Whether stemming from his metamorphosed form or some other element of changeling anatomy, Starlight could not say. Not that she continued to object to the sudden change in pace; she snuggled further into him, finding herself cozy in Thorax’s embrace. It was nice, as were the nuzzle to the cheek and the gentle peck on the lips that followed.

More kisses joined them, each one more feverish and daring than the last. Soon their tongues danced in each other’s mouth in a heated tango. Starlight didn’t mind that Thorax’s tongue had just been halfway inside her rear. She also didn’t mind his member poking at her prepared asshole. It took a few times to properly align it before Thorax sank himself into Starlight with relative ease.

Muffled gasps filled their mouths at the joining. There was little resistance as Thorax’s dick sank deeper. He soon bottomed out, then steadily pulled back, an act more strangely more trying than pushing in; it seemed as if Starlight’s ass hungered for him, dearly gipping him to keep from leaving the welcoming warmth of her secondary sanctum. Not that Thorax didn’t want to pull out, but he had to do more than snugly sit in her ass if he wanted to provide a wondrous sexual experience for his guest.

A steady rhythm was reached in due time, Thorax pumping away at Starlight’s rear with vigor as made audible by the lewd wet slapping of pony flesh against changeling carapace. She revelled in the feeling of being filled, of his body embracing hers as he thrusted deeper and deeper inside. If only Sunburst were willing to try this with her every now and then...

An idea presented itself.

“Can I -- ahh! -- ask you something? Can you change forms while --” she yipped at a particularly hard thrust. “--while having sex?”

“It takes a little more concentration, but sure can do. Why do you ask?”

“Just a thought.”

“Did you want me to change into someone else, like in roleplay? Best friend?” He took on Sunburst’s form. ”Dashing guard?” He then shifted into Flash Sentry. “The old me?” Thorax’s original form followed next, complete with the glittering wings from his time spent in the Crystal Empire. His blue eyes brightened in escalating excitement before he matched Starlight’s appearance. “Oh! How about--!”

Starlight gripped on of his hooves. “Whoa, slow it down!”

A sheepish grin took over him. “Oh… sorry. I guess when you’ve been your own audience for a long time—“

“No, really; slow down. You're getting a little rough back there.”

“Oh.” He slowed his pace before he reverted to his default form, his sheepish grin unwavering. “Sorry. I tend to get excited when someone finally takes interest in what Ilike.”

“You think?” Pharynx said from not so far away, pounding away at one’s presented pony posterior. “You’d always played ‘dress up’, and babbled on about it every time I put on the drone helmet.”

“I genuinely thought you were interested.”

“Older siblings make sacrifices, little brother.”

Thorax smiled as affectionately as he could manage under the circumstances. “You forever have my gratitude.” He took note of the pony on the receiving end of his brother’s thrusting. “Enjoying yourself, Trixie?”

A groan of pleasure served as his answer.

Soon the sounds signalling the imminent finale of Pharynx and Trixie’s horizontal tango arose. Starlight watched with dazed interest as the changeling thrusted once, twice, thrice into her friend before hilting at the hips. Then came the ooze of spunk leaking from the makeshift plug. Though no one expected a blinding flash of light to follow, nor Pharynx to metamorphosis into a form much like that of his brother.

Or the noticeably more sizable dick that stretched Trixie’s pussy further open and send her over the edge a second time.

The sight was enough to push Starlight over the edge herself.

“Thorax!” she cried out. Her anus clenched around Thorax’s dick with a need for changeling spunk as she came. Thorax came soon after, bottoming out and shooting his hot load into Starlight’s equally hot (if not hotter) plot hole as he shouted her name in ecstasy. The warmth of seed and sensation of throbbing cock in her rear was acutely felt by Starlight, so intensely her eyes rolled back as the pleasant warmth of climax sent tingles throughout her body.

In the warmth of the afterglow they basked, still joined at the hip as the laid back against the soft bed. Starlight cooed. “This was a great idea. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a while.” She took note of Pharynx’s new form. “I guess that’s one way to change a changeling.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie intimately agrees,” Trixie chimed in with a dopey, post orgasmic grin.

The sentiments sent a giddy smile to Thorax’s face.

Pharynx looked over his black-and-purple carapace, pleased with its dark complexion. “Glad I don’t look like a damn kaleidoscope. Can’t say the same for you little brother, though that ain’t bother at all, huh?”

“Not in the slightest. Though I’m sure Starlight wouldn’t mind taking a turn with you.”

“After clearing out the maulwurfs,” he gruffed.

“Same old Pharynx.”

A low rumbling ceased all conversation. With each passing second it grew louder and louder until a creature burst forth from the earth below. Everyone, pony and changeling, gaped in shock at the sight of the maulwurf in changeling territory again, and in their hive no less! However, rather than engage in a quest to ingest the hive’s beautiful fauna or in general damage it, the maulwurf smiled as he did a tip-of-the-hat greeting.

“Pardon the intrusion, but word has it the hive has a pleasure chamber and I, if it is no inconvenience, would love to partake in such activity.”