Ebon Mane's 60 minute clop prompts

by Ebon Mane

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Comedy, Romance, Random
Length: 930

Collected works from the sixty minute clop tumblr written by Ebon Mane

In the world of clop, the content is produced by two separate but equally important groups: Dedicated clop writers, who actually produce good content without being prompted, and amateurs like me who dabble in short pieces for crap like the http://sextyminuteponies.tumblr.com group. These are their stories.

And by their, I mean Ebon Mane's stories. His clop stories. From the sixty minute clop prompt tumblr.

Prepare for unedited smut.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-15 17:03:07 UTC

Rainbow Dash Learns a Lesson

Rainbow Dash growled, trying to flex her front legs and wings. To nopony's surprise but her own, they stayed firmly tucked against her body. She didn't really want to think about her rear legs. The mare frowned, sighing as she looked down at the coils of rope around her body. "Darn it guys, really?" she huffed, glaring up at Applejack before shifting her gaze to Pinkie Pie. "You don't think this is a bit excessive?"

"You won the bet fair and square, Dashie!" Pinkie Pie chimed in with a smile, leaning down to plant a kiss on Rainbow Dash's forehead. It didn't calm Dash down at all, but she found herself smiling despite her frustration.

Applejack, her voice muffled from the rope in her mouth growled out a vaguely-intelligible, "I still say losers choose is the best way to go about it, Dash. We can't just let the winner have all the fun." She pulled her head back, tightening the final knot.

"I didn't think you'd go this far," Dash said, her eyes narrowing. "Wait a tick, you two didn't take much time to agree to this at all. Did you plan this in advance?"

"Uh…," Applejack replied, her eyes darting from Pinkie to Dash and back.

"Of course not!" Pinkie Pie shouted, "You won because you're the best of the best of the best, Dashie! We would never conspire to get you tied up so we could do viciously pleasurable things to your body."

Dash rolled her eyes. "Do you Pinkie Pie promise?"

"Nope!"

"I figured," Dash deadpanned. "So what are you going to do…" She trailed off as the other mares clamored onto the bed, one on either side of her.

The pair laid down, their hindquarters resting on either side of Dash's head as they began to kiss, their lips meeting above her exposed belly. Rainbow Dash stared down at them, momentarily entranced by the way Applejack nibbled Pinkie Pie's lower lip, slowly pulling it down as the pink pony hissed in pleasure, her eyes fluttering as the farmer released her and nearly lunged forward to deepen the kiss. Dash found that her lips were moving, working in sympathetic rhythm with the mares on either side of her. Then Dash smelled something, something all too familiar and maddeningly enticing. She glanced to her left, coming eye to butt with Pinkie Pie's cutie mark. Her eyes flicked up to the curve of the pink plot before her and she licked her lips thinking of what waited just around that bend.

Dash wiggled, trying to get closer, but Pinkie Pie giggled and the delectable treat moved away, sitting just out of Dash's reach and jiggling enticingly. Dash sighed. Enticingly and entirely intentionally. She glared down her form at the faces of her friends, still quite intent on kissing each other. Pinkie Pie wiggled her eyebrow when she saw Dash looking and shook her plot even harder from side to side, raising her tail to give Dash the illusion of access. The pegasus was certain that if she could have seen Pinkie's lips past Applejack's, there would have been a smile there. She growled and flopped to the side, her body moving barely an inch as she turned her head.

On her other side, as expected, she found Applejack's rear. She took an involuntary moment to let her eyes trace the farmer's impressively toned rear before noting that it, too, was out of reach. "This is just cruel, guys."

"I think that means Dashie wants some attention."

"Well it just wouldn't be neighborly of us not to oblige."

Rainbow Dash gasped, her back arching involuntarily as she felt a mouth on each of her thighs. Her friends kissed and nibbled and licked, their mouths moving constantly as they slowly worked their way toward her marehood. And then, just when both mares were about make it, just when Rainbow Dash expected two tongues precisely where she wanted them, it stopped.

Dash blinked. For a few seconds, she refused to believe it. "You have got to be kidding me!"

Pinkie Pie giggled and Applejack let out an amused snort.

"Uh-uh Dashie, not yet," Pinkie said, "We've still got a lot more parts of you to have fun with first."

"Come on guys," Dash begged, "I won the bet. That means I get an orgasm. That was the deal."

"Oh, you will Dashie, don't you worry. And when you get it, it'll be the bestest ever!"

Rainbow Dash practically growled her response. "So get to it!"

"Hold your ponies, RD! Loser chooses means we get to decide when you get your victory orgasm an' how. More importantly, it means we get to choose how long it takes. An' don't worry sugar cube… we've only got all day" Applejack chuckled. Her face appeared in Dash's field of vision and moved in to kiss her, the farmer's tongue slipping into her mouth. As much as she felt like biting the other mare, Rainbow Dash just couldn't bring herself to do it, and she found herself returning the kiss in earnest. She could let them have their fun this time; she knew she'd get them back.

She'd just have to learn how to tie some knots.

Dear Princess Celestia,

Today I learned that even when you win, things don't always turn out the way you expect, but if you're willing to trust your friends to make the best of what you might have thought was a bad situation, everything can end up just fine.

Your thoroughly exhausted student,

Rainbow Dash