Author's Note

Last chapter for three weeks or so while I work on non-MLP stories.

Chapter 11

``` He came to the first fork in the path, steeling himself with a sigh, he took the right path. Hatter still felt that Discord was trying too hard, with the huge hedge walls and twisting paths. He was not going to complain however, he was doing this for Clipper, and making Discord happy. Two problems solved with one.

He froze up and looked down at an area of the path that did not look right. He did not know quite what it was, but he floated his machete down from his back and poked at the patch of ground.

The false floor gave away easily, the crude trap of sticks and leaves plummeting into the hole. Hatter blinked slowly, he had expected more from such a powerful creature. He slowly poked his head over the edge of the pit, wondering what he had placed at the bottom.

A pair of vines shot up at him suddenly, and he gave a curse and backed up as the vines attempted to wrap around him. Fuck this. He quickly slid around the edge of the hole, managing to look down at what could only be described as a monster. It was round, and had a pair of small beady black eyes set behind a thick layer of wildly flailing vines. He couldn't even see it’s body beneath them, not that he wanted too.

One of the vines got too close to him, and he gave a loud curse, diving over the last few feet to safety. What the hell was with this maze. He could handle spikes, but weird tentacle monsters was too much. He was not a Japonese school filly!

He was already getting sick of this maze. Discord was allowed his fun, that was part of the deal, but rapey vine monsters were far from fun. His hoof hit a strange patch of ground, which depressed under his hoof.

There was a strange hiss to his side, and then several darts flew out from the hedge to his side. They punched through his jacket easily and he frowned at them, not out of pain, but out of annoyance at the fact that the maze seemed to be trying to please him. It was not going to bloody work.

He ignored the possibly poisoned darts wedged in his side and kept walking, grumbling softly to himself in the fashion that old bucks sometimes do. Why did he constantly get into situations like this? What did he do to deserve this.

The poison flowing through his veins begin to take effect. It washed all the stress away, and replaced it with a strong need to push his member into something.

His member did its part to help him achieve this goal, rapidly filling with blood and stiffening up. Something was seriously wrong with Discord, he had filled the darts with aphrodisiac rather then poison.

He sat down and gave a further grumble, his hoof reaching out and starting to softly stroke his stiff member. Hatter felt like his whole life was becoming some terrible porn novel. Still, it was better then real poison travelling through him.

His sensitive member twitched rapidly, and then suddenly his eyes rolled back as cum spurted from his cock. Bliss tore into him, threatening to tear him apart. He threw himself to the ground and thrashed about, his eyes rolling back. It appeared that it also made him more sensitive.

By the time he recovered he was unsure how much time had passed, but he found out the second challenge of the maze. The bushes were slowly closing up behind him, and with the time he had been out from orgasming the bushes were almost upon him.

It was defiantly starting to feel like a bad porn novel now. If he orgasmed then the bushes would catch up to him, and then who knows what would happen…

He jumped shakily to his hooves, and begin to gallop through the maze now. As the bushes whipped past him on either side, and then a thought suddenly occurred to him. He pulled out his machete, and stepped up to the hedge.

The blade swung through the air, sinking into the hedge easily. Nothing bad happened, then the hedge suddenly lunged for him. He managed to get out the way of the branches in time to avoid being grabbed, but his weapon was nowhere near as lucky, the hedge devouring it.

He did not sit around to question it, he had expected that it would not be that easy. Instead, he used the time he would have spent questioning things to gallop through another section of maze.

He reached a dead end, and quickly backed up to the previous fork, taking the other path this time. After running for almost fifteen minutes, he realised that he had not hit any traps yet.

Thankfully, at the same the thought crossed his mind, a large pink cloud floated up to him. He frowned softly up at it, confused as to what it was going to do. There was a sudden bright yellow flash and lightning arched into his back.

He screamed, not out of pain, but out of pleasure. The electricity lit up his every nerve with the amazing feeling. A mental damn managed to hold off the pleasure for the shortest of times, before it burst apart and flooded every nerve ending in his body with the sheer overwhelming bliss.

Spittle flew from his lips as he slumped to the floor, coating it in a thick splattering of his seed. His cock writhed about beneath him like a snake, spurting his seed everywhere.

Fucking seriously? He barely managed to stop himself from passing out. A fucking magical cloud had just made him climax all over the floor. Everything in this maze was fucked up, and he had barely spent ten minutes in it. He was not so sure that he was going to make it through now.

He managed to stop himself from passing out by the skin of his teeth, scrambling quickly to his hooves and running from a pink cloud that seemed to be made of cotton candy. This was the last thing he had expected happening today.

Hatter needed to keep up his end of the bargain however, he was getting help from a creature of insane power. It was a fair deal. He stopped after reaching the next turn, looking back to the pink cloud.

The cloud too had stopped, seemingly no longer a threat. That was only for a few moments however, because the cloud seemed to shift, expand and change shape. Hatter should have kept running, but he was fascinated with watching the shifting, twisting mass of cotton candy.

It slowly begin to form into the shape of a pony, twisting and moulding slowly into the shape of mare. A light pink mare, with a lilac mane. It had white stripes spread chaotically through it.

She was wearing a yellow propeller hat, and as her eyes opened, Hatter’s breath was taken away from him. She did not have pupils, her eyes were bright purple swirls. Hatter suddenly realised that this attractive mare was a threat to him. He cursed loudly, almost stumbling into one of the walls in his haste to get away.

The stallion did have to admit that having such a sexy mare chasing him was exciting, but he had a mare he loved so much more waiting to be rescued. His breath was coming out in ragged pants, he doubted that he would be able to keep running like this for long, the erect member between his hooves was proving massively distracting.

He wanted to go back to that mare, flop onto his back and beg for her to touch him. He shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind, he was stronger then this. He was so deep in thought that he did not notice the trap he was walking straight into.

The huge blob of goo he rammed into the side of certainly seemed confused as he rammed into it, sinking into it with ease. Hatter gave a confused burble, and the goo creature wobbled, then attempted to shove itself into all of Hatter’s orifices at once.

He was not letting that happen, so before it could get a firm hold on him, he burst out the back of it. He was now covered in a thick coating of goo that was teasing him contently, but he ignored it. The goo creature closed up behind him and went back about it’s business.

He paused to wipe the goo from his eyes, then realised that he had accidentally inhaled goo. He stumbled, and almost leaned against the hedge to support himself. Almost. He realised that if he did so, it would be game over.

The stallion slumped to the floor, coughing hard as he cleared a thick wad of goo from his lungs. He was done, spent, finished, out of the race. No way he could keep moving with how much he was out of breath.

Hatter lay in a heap, waiting to lose the game. He was spent… And it was then that Clipper appeared before him. A perfect replica that he knew could not be real. He was hallucinating from the lack of oxygen rushing to his brain.

“Get up Hatter. I know you can do it, my big, strong sexy stallion. So get on your hooves and finish this maze! I need you to rescue me.” Hatter frowned softly “Your image is perfect, but your speech is off. I expected more from my brain.”

It did work however, forcing him to try that little bit harder. He pressed his hooves against the ground slowly forcing himself to stand. He could not run any more, but he managed to shamble forward at a rapid pace. He needed to pause, to rest and catch his breath, but he knew that he did not have the time to do so.

He retched suddenly, and vomited all over the hedge to his side. All this running was too much. He had been approaching retirement age when he had had his mind wiped, and now he had pushed his body too far and too fast.

Hatter wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then forced himself to keep moving.

And then everything stopped. The maze seemed to pause. Hatter got the distinct feeling that he had reached the eye of the storm, and in the eye of that storm was a small wooden table with a teapot and several cakes on it. There was also a single cushion set out for him.

The stallion was worried that they might be poisoned, but he quickly realised that that was not Discord’s style. He also realised that he was being given a break because of the fact it was making him ill. Discord did not want to hurt him, he just wanted to play a game with him.

He moved over to the table and slumped down at the cushion. His breath was still coming out in ragged puffs, but he slowly found himself relaxing. His horn weakly glowed to life, picking up the teapot and pouring the… the chocolate milk into a cup.

The stallion lifted the cup to his lips, sipping it with a sigh. It was not tea, but it still helped to relax him. After he had finished the cup of chocolate milk he slowly set it down, the cup impacting the saucer with a soft clink.

He left the teapot and the saucer behind him, not wanting to take the piss with the mercy he had been given. Upon leaving the area, the game started up again. This time he was refreshed, and he had no difficulty moving through the maze at a slow jog.

Running before had been his mistake, he needed to keep it at a jog to avoid winding himself. The mare with the purple swirls for eyes laughed madly, reminding him that the chase was still on. He hit another dead end and was forced to back up again, costing him valuable seconds.

He must have been getting close to the heart of the maze now, he had been in this maze for close to half an hour now, it must have been absolutely huge.

He tripped over a rock while he was lost deep in his thoughts, flying along a few feet before smashing into the ground. His jacket padded out the impact, but it still bloody hurt. He went rolling for a few feet, then slumped in a heap.

Hatter groaned. Being a hero was hard. Climbing to his hooves he took a single moment to make sure his hooves were still attached, then took off at a trot once again.

The mad laughing was getting closer, and Hatter started to panic. He needed to win. He needed to win. The thought echoed in his head over and over again, driving him forward, filling him with the determination to keep moving.

He flew around a corner too fast, and smacked straight into a hedge. The branches wrapped around him invitingly, and with every nerve so sensitive, he almost melted into their touch. Only almost. He begin to struggle hard, breaking the branches apart with what little strength he had before they got a firm hold on him.

Upon breaking free of their hold, he dropped to the ground. He dropped to the ground in front of something pink. Giving a gulp, he took in the hooves of the mare, slowly raising his head to look up into the swirling purple eyes of the mare who had been chasing him.

A smile broke out across her face, and the propeller atop her head slowly spun. Then she leaned down to grab him. Hatter was not about to let that happen, so he gave a roar and dived at her legs. He slid between her legs and attempted to lift her on his shoulders.

Unfortunately he did not have the strength to lift her. He just managed to dislodge his hat, and then when he attempted to put his back into, he made the mistake of lifting up his head in an attempt to use his neck to lift her. He had forgotten that he was a unicorn, and his horn lodged squarely in her cunt.

She let out a gasp of shock, her hooves starting to beat against his back as she attempted to shove him off. Each impact of her hooves was met with the mare yelling the word bad.

And then somehow he managed to lift her. He threw her off his horn and onto the ground. She was too shocked to use magic, so she smacked into the ground and stared at him with the best “What the fuck?” Face Hatter had ever seen. He almost stopped to apologise to her, but realised he did not have the time. Picking up his hat with his magic, he shouted a “I’m really sorry!”

Then he tore off into the maze once again. Finally he made it into a large open space, the very centre of the maze. It had taken him half an hour to get here, and he assumed that it would take another half an hour to make to the exit. As his hooves beat along the grass, a stone throne appeared in the distance. Hatter thought that it was going to be Discord that was going to be sat in it, but as he drew closer, he realised that it was the mare with the propeller hat.

He skidded to a stop and gave a curse “That’s cheating!” The mare slowly smiled, a grin like a Cheshire cat that showed off a set of perfectly white teeth that had been clearly been cared for perfectly. “No, that’s Screwball!”

Hatter blinked, “What?” She giggled, floating up out of the throne until she was looking at him from an upside down position, “Me silly! Are stallions not meant to learn a mare’s name before they go sticking things in them?”

Hatter blushed and stumbled over his next words. The mare giggled louder at this, turning to look at him from the right way up “You really are a cute stallion! I’d rather like to keep you as a pet!”

He stumbled back at her words, his skin feeling like it was on fire with how hard he was blushing. The stallion decided in that moment that he was not going to respond to that statement, so instead he made a desperate gallop for the exit.

The exit closed up before he could even get close. Screwball laughed madly at him. “Dawwww! Look at him scurry about, he’s so cute!” Hatter managed to splutter out some words now that his exit was sealed off. “I- I am sorry that I stuck my horn in you!”

Screwball floated down to her throne, flopping onto her back “Don’t worry Hatter~ I enjoyed it, and I want you to stick something else inside me~” As she spoke, her legs slowly spread apart, showing her puffy pink lips, her clit spilling from out of them like a pearl attempting to escape an oyster.

Hatter almost passed out on the spot, spluttering and huffing until he worked himself up into a state of hyperventilation. Screwball just giggled louder and louder as he worked himself into a fit. Then she realised that this panic attack was serious.

She stopped, tilting her head at him before clapping her hooves together. A wave of calm flowed from between her hooves, and instantly Hatter relaxed. Screwball turned her head to him “Come on. If you stick your thingy in me, I will take you to the exit! And… And I will help you rescue your lover!”

Hatter was still fumbling all over his words, his head in a spin. She was very attractive, but he could not mount her. Clipper would not be happy if he went and had sex with another female. But… if he did not have sex with this female, he might be unable to rescue Clipper and terrible things might happen to her.

It was a lot of mights, and he could solve them all just by sticking his member into this mare. He realised that Clipper might be angry at him, but at least she would be alive enough to be angry at him. s Giving a sigh, he made his decision. “Fine.” He moved over to screwball and climbed onto her throne, his hooves standing on the hoof rests as his cock slowly hardened and pressed against her chest. He stared down at her swirling eyes, and she gave a grin.

The swirling in her eyes seemed to become more violent, and s Hatter stared into them, he felt his mind starting to go blank. He tried to struggle and pull away, but she wrapped her hooves around his back and pulled him close.

The moment his hard member touched her lips, all the fight went out of him. She grinned at him, but he hardly noticed, too fixated on those swirling eyes. “Yes. That’s a good stallion, put your thingy in my hole.”

She was not very good at sexy talk, but Hatter did not care. He buried his member into the velvety, almost virgin folds of the wonderful mare beneath him. The only thing that felt almost as good as her amazing walls was the blank feeling in his mind.

He did not have any worries any more, Clipper was gone from his mind, he did not have any worries. He just had to focus on her eyes and let his instincts do the rest, sliding his hard length in and out of her in an almost automatic fashion. Hatter did not need to think about anything, the swirls were doing all his thinking for him.

She pulled him tight to her, her lips wrapping around his roughly. Her tongue slipped into his maw and easily pounded his tongue into submission, dancing around his mouth. Hatter did not fight back in the slightest, her swirling eyes now much closer, and therefore much bigger, filling almost the entire of his vision.

It was then that the bliss surrounding his member was overwhelmed by the bliss of blankness filling his brain. He hugged into her, loud, whorish moans of pleasure escaped his lips as he pounded her mindlessly.

She pulled her maw away from his and smiled at him, arching her back against the throne as she moaned happily, pressing back against the throne. One of her hooves reached down and started to rub rapidly at her clit. Her cunt softly squeezed his length, but he could barely feel it.

He could barely feeling anything with the overpowering blank feeling filling his mind. “That’s it… Just keep up the slow thrusting like a good stallion.” The words filled his head like gospel, and he attempted to nod his head, but was too unfocused.

Those swirls quickly wiped those attempts away. He just focused on those words that the pretty, swirly mare had spoken. Hatter’s length slid back and forth inside her slick walls. He did not make any noises to indicate pleasure, and his face was blank. Nothing in the world mattered to him more then those swirls, and the words behind them.

He did not know how long he thrust into her tight depths, but to Screwball it was almost an hour later when she finally felt ready to orgasm. Hatter did not care, he could have stared into those eyes forever and not give a care.

Screwball looked deep into his eyes, before speaking five simple words. “You can cum now, Hatter.” And then Hatter let out a scream, his hips thrusting in an out of control fashion as the bliss hit him all at once. It was like a dam exploding from a ton of dynamite going off, and washing away a small village that represented his muscle control and his mind.

He convulsed into the mare as his cock emptied every ounce of his seed into her, pressing firmly against her soft fur. His mind was finally free of the control of Screwball, and it was instantly wiped away once more by the tidal wave of bliss.

Screball whimpered softly into Hatter’s shoulder, her eyes rolling back as a powerful orgasm tore into her, one of her first in very many a year. She had been edging herself for the whole hour, and her orgasm was almost as powerful as Hatter’s. She had more self control however, and she managed to stop the bliss from turning her into a wreck like the stallion beneath her.

After she was done orgasming, she softly pushed Hatter off her. Her magic cleaned away the cum in her cunt, preventing the risk of pregnancy. She watched the half asleep stallion for a moment, smiling at him. She quickly realised that her farther would be wondering where they had gotten to soon.

She clapped her hooves together and the two of them flashed away and appeared at the entrance to the maze.
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