Super Short Clopfics!

One of the things that ponies sadly lack is tits.

Being the creative person that you were, though, you'd managed to find a creature that had knockers that would put Pamela Anderson to shame. Well, one boob anyways.

Thus far, your experiment has had mixed success. The fondling of the boob led to a hand covered in warm milk and while you were fairly sure that was somebody's fetish, it was somewhat disturbingly reminiscent of jerking off—her teats were about the same size as your cock.

Mounting her, on the other hand, went reasonably well after you'd found a stepstool to stand on, and while it was a little bit precarious, her rope-like tail made for a good handgrip. If you closed your eyes and ignored the barn smells and the other cows around you chewing their cud as they watched the two of you fuck, it wasn't that different from—

All of a sudden, you hear hoofsteps, then the voice of Applejack. "Daisy Jo, y'all in the barn?"