Clipper's story

``` He came to the first fork in the path, steeling himself with a sigh, before he decided on taking the left path. His hooves padded across the grass as he sighed softly. Why was he being put through all this shit? He just wanted to rescue his wife and get a nice home for them and their babies, but everything seemed to be trying to stop him.

He turned a fork in the path, still lost deep in thought about his wife. It was then that the universe decided it was time to screw him up again. His hoof hit a patch of ground that depressed beneath it. Hatter looked down at his hoof and blinked slowly, before half a dozen darts shot into his ass.

He leapt forward and cursed, tearing out the darts with magic and staring at the remaining off-purple fluid within them. Poison? He dropped the darts to the floor, discovering that it was not poison within when a massive wave of arousal hit him. He gasped, blood rushing from his brain to fuel the rapidly growing erection between his legs.

He panted softly, reaching a hoof down to rapidly stroke at it, but instead of helping, it was liking throwing petrol on a raging fire, and he cried out in bliss. A few rubs later he was lost in his frantic rubbing, spraying cum all over the ground like he was a fountain.

He almost gave into it, he could have lain there forever, frantically rubbing at his length. But, he had work to do. He groaned, slowly forcing himself to his hooves. He felt terrible, his length was demanding attention, throbbing between his legs in an attempt to derail his mind.

He did not let it however, forcing himself forward with all his might. What kind of sick maze was this? Using aphrodisiac in place of poison was both weird and cruel. But he guessed that to such a chaotic creature, killing him outright would seem cruel.

And it was likely better then poison in terms of how bad it was for his health. He kept moving, although moving was likely the wrong word to use when describing the way he was moving. Shambled would be a better description. It was like his movements had lost all purpose, as if each step brought him pain.

In a way that was the case. Thankfully the maze seemed to leave him alone for a few minutes. Only a few, before another patch of ground depressed beneath his hoof. He stared at his hoof, then cursed and tried to dive forward.

He almost avoided getting hit by all the darts. Almost. All but one of them sank into his back leg. He cried out as the dosage of drugs in his veins suddenly hit a critical mass.

The lust was too much for him, and he begin to rapidly rub at his length, putting so much fuel on the fire that it exploded. His screams echoed around the maze, and drew a pink cotton cloud towards him.

He finally managed to get control of himself in time to crawl away. The cloud floated over him for a moment, pausing almost as if it felt sorry for him, and then there was a crack of lighting that hit him square in the back.

Instead of pain, bliss torn into him. Cum spurted from his cock in one huge string, coating his chest and the ground. He did not know how many times he passed out, but he managed to keep crawling through some unknowable force of will. He was weak, but he kept moving. His head was in a spin, and he almost collapsed.

He managed to crawl around the corner, barely able to feel his hooves at this point. He was not sure why he was still moving, he knew he was not going to make at this point. Hatter suspected that it was simple because of stubborn pride. Of course, the universe once again decided it was time to screw him over again, because when he turned the corner, there was a slime monster waiting for him. It would have just looked like a softly jiggling ball of green gunk, twice the size of him easily.

It was not until it leapt towards him that he realised it was a living thing. The jolt of fear that tore into him managed to give him enough strength to stand, shambling to his hooves and lighting up his horn as he prepared to draw his knives.

It was then that he recalled he did not have his knives. And then the slime leapt forward, landing in front of him with a loud slorp noise. He had no knives, so he turned to the only weapons he had on hoof, which were his hooves. Punching a slime was a lot like trying to beat up jelly that could repair itself.

And also grab you. He cried out in shock and hit it with his other hoof, which turned out to be an even bigger mistake as it too wrapped around his hoof. He was totally helpless. He struggled frantically to break free, but the cool slime soothed his lust wrecked body.

He sighed contently, and then the slime pulled him forward roughly. He cried out in shock, but the cry was quickly cut off when he was pulled into the cool mass of slime.

It filled his mouth and wrapped around his body, shocking him with how cold it was. He made the mistake of trying to suck in air, and slime forced into his mouth. For a moment he was worried that he was going to drowned, but the slime that forced into his mouth quickly. Before he could even get concerned that it was killing him, the slime formed rapidly into a breathing tube.

Air filled his lungs and he gasped in bliss, the cold slime clenching softly all around him. All of him, including his cock. He panted heavily on the slightly sour air that was being fed to him. His hips were already trying to thrust back and forth, but the slime held him perfectly still, and he gave a whine in protest to this.

Thankfully, the slime seemed to be kind, or at lest, Hatter thought so. It wrapped softly around his cock and begin to slowly stroke back and forth, making his eyes flutter. Mixed with the drugs, it felt simply amazing to the stallion. It was almost, no, better then any cunt Hatter had had before!

His thoughts were cut off and his vision turned white as an orgasm suddenly tore his mind to shreds. He tried to convulse, to scream, to express his bliss in some way, but the slime stopped it.

And somehow that only made it feel so much better. He went wall-eyed within the slime as it stroked his member, a powerful orgasm rapidly approaching as he struggled softly against the goo.

His orgasm smashed into him like a sledgehammer, and he tensed as an orgasm forced its way through him. His cock twitched, and then begin to fire off thick ropes of cum into the goo creature, which had wrapped a thick tube around his member.

He eagerly gave up all the sperm he could provide, sucking in deep gulps of air through the breathing tube that the goo had kindly provided. Once he was spent, he let out a content sigh and relaxed slowly into its embrace.

It did not let him rest however, starting to milk at his over sensitive length the moment he was done catching his breath. With the drugs still coursing through his veins, he was forced to hardness in mere moments.

He let out a loud whimper, realising that he was totally helpless at the mercy of the slime. The tube kept sliding up and down his member, milking it so softly, and yet it felt so very good. His back tried to arch, and he tried to scream in bliss, but the slime stopped him. Helplessly floating inside it, the only thing he could do was orgasm. Again.

And again

And again.

Until finally, it proved too much for him. His cock twitched, weakly spurting out a final string of cum before his eyes slowly closed, and the cool fingers of unconsciousness took him, just like the slime that wrapped all around him.

He awoke to someone softly stroking his mane, and his eyes snapped open. He looked up at the pink mare above him in confusion. Her eyes were purple swirls, fixing on him softly as he awoke. She was wearing a yellow propeller hat that made her look quite silly with her eyes the way they were.

He attempted to question what was happening, but instead of words, a loud bark escaped his mouth. He blinked in confusion, and tried to speak again, but once more a it was a bark that left his mouth, this time a softer one. His hooves moved to his mouth in reflex, but that just made him even more confused. His hooves were covered in a black layer of what seemed to be latex.

And the hooves themselves were capped in thick rubber boots, moulded to look like the paws of a dog. “Aww, the poor puppy looks confused.” A masculine voice that Hatter recognised suddenly spoke. He slowly looked up at the same chaotic creature that had cast him into the maze in the first place.

He was grinning at him in a fashion that made him uncomfortable, sending the gears of his mind into a rapid spin.

He was sure that there was something he was meant to be worrying about, but he couldn't remember quite what that something was. He slowly climbed to his hooves, which felt strangely weak at this point.

There was definitely something he should have been worrying about. He begin racking his brain in an attempt to remember what he needed to worry about. It must have been very important to him, but whenever he tried to recall, the thoughts moved just out of his reach.

He decided that this would require all of his brain power, so he sat down on his rear and begin to think really hard. Now, the harder he thought, the fuzzier his thoughts became. He quickly realised that his mind was not returning to normal! He was trapped like this! He begin to struggle and then attempted to stop thinking while he still had some intelligence left.

Hatter was too late however, and soon he was drooling mindlessly onto the ground. Looking over his new body, he realised that he was locked in a latex bodysuit, and his mouth was being held open by a ring gag he assumed must have been magical. He could barely feel it however.

The chaotic creature slowly floated over to the chaotic mare, “So how do you like your new pet?” The mare grinned and did a mid-air backflip, squeaking softly before speaking “I love him! He’s so cute!”

She paused to look sad for a moment. “But didn't he say he wanted to rescue someone he loved? Is… Is this not cruel?” Discord chuckled softly “Don’t worry, this is a clopfic, and this chapter is not canon.” The mare turned to Hatter with a grin “In that case, hello pup. My name is Screball, but you can call me mistress or Xwwzip.”

Hatter blinked, then barked at her.

“That will do too!” She said joyfully, wrapping a tight hug around him. The stallion was not sure what was happening, but this mare made him feel happy, and she was hugging him, so he did the best thing he could and hugged back tightly, nuzzling into the warmth of her fur for safety.

Hatter did not have to worry any more. He did not know why he had been trying to worry over things in the first place, there was no point in getting worked over something when you could choose to be happy. He just had to focus on being happy and…

She rubbed a spot behind his ear and he flopped onto his back with a very pleased whine. It felt so good! He thrashed about softly on his back, and then she begin to rub at his belly. It was heavenly!

His back leg begin to kick in an almost spasmodic fashion, and he attempted to moan out, but that turned into a whine by the time it had passed through the gag.

Hatter’s mind was so blank, the only thing flowing through it was pleasure. He did not have worries, or cares, he just had to focus on the sheer bliss flowing through him.

He loved his new life. ```