Clipper's story

``` He had thought that they were moving camp after being discovered, but apparently that was not the case. They were moving in to lay siege to Ponyville, today. Clipper had been deeply concerned about him staying in the army, but he had explained it was only for a very short while until he had a better plan and safer housing for them.

Upon discovering he was being sent straight to a warzone, she had been far from happy however.

Hatter was trying to pack up his kit bag, a simple leather saddle bag that contained his rations and other things he would need. Clipper was attempting to stop him by unpacking it as he put his stuff into it.

“You can’t Hatter, this is the exactly what I wanted to avoid!” Hatter sighed “Look. This is what I am trained to do, I don’t recall much about my old life, but my fighting instincts are still strong. I will do this, then I will discuss getting permanent housing for us where I can get a different job and pay rent.”

Clipper groaned in protest. “But I can keep you safe Hattie, we… I could set up a hive and we could live in it together!” Hatter sighed “I’d really like that, but we are not going to be safe. The guard are really stepping up their patrols, the only place we will be safe is in an area under the protection of the Lunar guard. I don’t think even my skills will be enough to protect us if a whole squad finds us.”

Clipper gave a slow nod. “Fine… But you are still going to be gone for a while...” She suddenly leaned in, her orange eyes fixing on him as their lips locked together. Hatter let out a pleased murr, his hooves snaking out to grasp at the cold chitin of her sides. Then her long tongue suddenly ploughed into his throat, forcing down it as she hugged him close.

He let out a noise of shock at this development, and then she begin to force the rough surface of her tongue in and out of his throat rapidly. This led to him choking softly on it, his hooves scrambling for purchase against her back. She tore her tongue from him, watching as he coughed and spluttered.

“You still belong to me right, Hattie?” She said with a smirk that showed off her fangs. Hatter stumbled over his words and slid up his bed, his shaft was peaking from between his legs, rapidly filling with blood as he stared at Clipper. With her smirk and her bright orange eyes… It was almost enough to frighten him.

She crawled up onto the bed and growled seductively at him “So, you are mine right? Or am I going to have to reinforce that fact?” Hatter blushed darkly “N-I.. We don’t have time for this Clipper.” Clipper smirked, then slowly let a thin line of honey dribble from her maw. Hatter wanted that honey so badly. He crawled forward and tried to lick the rope of honey up.

Clipper leaned back, pulling the tantalising rope of honey away from him. He cried out in need and leaned towards her again, making her chuckle darkly. The rope of honey fell to the bedsheets, and he dived for it, licking it up frantically. It tasted so good!

“I forgot to mention, our hive does not need love to survive, but our honey is highly addictive to creatures that are not our species… Other hives had used this to enslave species to do work for them.”

Hatter looked up in a bemused fashion from the sheets were he had licked up the honey. She grinned darkly, “That’s right. You’re addicted to my honey… You will do anything to get it.”

She leaned in close to him, muttering in his ear “I could have forced you to come with me… But I’m not that cruel… As long as you remember who you belong to.” Her tongue snaked out with the last word, slipping into his ear then pulling out instantly. He let out a sharp gasp, his cock twitching between his legs now.

She pinned him against the bed, showing off her fangs as her tongue dangled free, the long orange appendage swirling around her lips, almost wrapping around her neck. She slowly lowered her rear towards his throbbing length, then leaned down to kiss him.

“Come on. If you want the honey, promise you will come back, then say I own you.” “I… Promise I will be back...And you own me.” She lightly nibbled his neck, then locked her fangs softly around it, almost breaking the skin “Beg harder… Come on.” She said in a harsh, seductive voice.

“I-I you own me! I’m yours! I’m your propriety to do with as you please!” She pulled back, fixing him a look before locking lips with him again. She pushed down her rear suddenly, her soaking wet lips parting for his cock easily and taking the whole thing in one smooth motion. The warm, damp folds locked tight around his length and he screamed, arching his back as he kissed her softly.

She lightly bit down on his lip, one of her fangs sinking into it ever so slightly. Blood dribbled from the wound, and her tongue swiped over it, licking it up as she let out a seductive noise. Her cunt clenched down roughly over his length, and Hatter was too deep in pleasure to care what she did to him.

Her tongue slid into his mouth and a thick wad of honey slowly rolled down it. The moment he tasted it he let out a mareish moan and begin to greedily suckle on her tongue, slurping down the delicious treat into his mouth and down his throat. It was almost as good as the cunt that was so wonderfully milking at his cock.

She grinned and slowly lifted up from his cock, leaving Hatter with an aching need for the warmth of her tunnel. She stopped when only the head of his cock was buried in her, then dropped down suddenly. His length slammed into her warm tunnel, juices dribbling down it and onto his groin as he whimpered for more, starting to slowly thrust his length in and out of her.

The honey was removed from his mouth “Ah, no. Bad Hatter, you are only allowed to lie back and let me use you~” He needed that honey. He slowly lay back against the bed and madly suckled on the tongue, needing more of the deliciousness.

And Clipper gave it to him, her tongue sliding down his throat as she painstakingly rose up his length. He cried out with need and then she silenced his pathetic noises with another thick wad of honey, retuning him to a state of frantic suckling. She pulled all the way up again, but this time she held that position, just the very head of his cock buried in her tunnel.

Hatter strained, frantically trying to keep a lid on his need. If he failed, she would take his honey away! His eyes fixed on hers, the orange orbs framed by black chitin, seeming to mock and tease him. His eyes held nothing but need, Clipper could read them like a book, and she was pleased.

Her hips took the whole of his length in one smooth motion again, this time not slowing as a seemingly endless torrent of honey poured from her mouth and into his muzzle. He gulped it down rapidly, his throat bulging with each swallow. He was openly whimpering and moaning now, too deep in a haze of lust to care about anyone hearing.

Clipper’s love tunnel was teasing him expertly, locking around his length each time it hit his base, then slowly relaxing as she lifted it up again. As she leaked honey like a facet from the front, her pussy was leaking juices from the rear, soaking his shaft and her balls in the lightly scented stuff.

Hatter was many things, but beneath all of that he was just a stallion, and he smelled the scent of her feminine juices, and it sent him even deeper into a frenzy, effecting him even more now that he had some intelligence to wipe away.

He was well past making intelligent noises now, his grunts sounding more like a wild animal then a stallion, and his moans sounded like a mare in heat as he attempted to buck up into her, to pound his seed deep inside her and fertilise her depths. She controlled him just like a wild animal too, managing to keep him pinned down even as he lost all control.

She felt he had had enough of her honey now, and she pulled her mouth away from his, ignoring his whines of protest as she retracted her tongue. Her hoof reached down to rub at her clit as she bared her fangs at him. “Come on! Say it Hatter! Tell me how much you want to cum!” Her wings flared out behind her, the holy surface filtering the light that filled the room ever so slightly.

Hatter did not attempt to slam his member into her, knowing that that would lead to punishment. He just gave her exactly what she wanted. “I want to cum so bad Clipper!” He screamed. “I want to pump my foals into youe womb! I will do anything, just let me cum!” She leaned down “Then cum for me Hatter!” And with that her fangs sank into his neck and her eyes dilated as her lover’s warm lifeblood filled her mouth, her hoof frantically rubbing at her clit as she sped towards her own climax. Hatter let out a shriek, feeling pure heavenly bliss mixed with agony. The mix was intoxicating.

His cock slammed up into her as Clipper cried out into his neck, her frantic rubbing pushing her over the edge. Her cunt lost all control, clenching and flexing roughly around his length as he buried his length into her. His cock twitched softly, then begin to fire off thick ropes of his seed into her greedy hole.

Hatter’s eyes rolled up, every inch of him feeling like it was on fire with the lust burning through them. His body did an impression of her cunt as he struggled weakly against her fangs, the feeling of them buried in his neck was pleasant in the strangest of fashions.

He did not know how long he orgasmed, or how long he lay there basking in his orgasm, but he did know that Clipper had needed to patch up the bite on his neck with some black gunk that was normally used in building hives. He had no idea how she made so many wondrous substances with her mouth, but he was honestly too tired to care.

He was lying next to a small puddle of his own drying blood, it had leaked down his pillow, then formed a small puddle by his shoulder before Clipper had decided to patch it up. Hatter was in heaven, Clipper was snuggled warmly into his side, he had just had one of the best orgasms of his life, his body felt like melted butter… it was perfect.

Then Clipper muttered in his ear and his world fell apart around him. “I didn't want you going off to war Hatter, because I am pregnant and have been since before we left the hive.” His muscles found new strength and his head snapped to her suddenly “Pregnant? That’s… That is wonderful! Why didn't you say something sooner?”

“I-I was not sure until a few days ago, and I was worried you would do something like this if there was a clutch to care for… But you are doing it anyway, so I had to tell you before you went off..”

Hatter let out a contented sigh as he nuzzled into her. “I would love to stay here and cuddle with you, but the truth is, if we want to be safe, and raise children, we need to work for it.”

Clipper nodded “I understand that, I wish the world was not so unfair…“ She nuzzled into the wound on his neck softly “Go and give them hell honey. Make them pay for what they did to my hive.”

Hatter grinned, then groaned as he forced himself from the warmth of his lover’s embrace. “Don’t worry, I will… Mistress.” He added the last part with a teasing tone that got his flank a smack from her tattered tail. He let out a chuckle, quickly throwing his things into his saddlebag and putting it on with his magic, making sure it was not going to fall off.

His magic then pushed open the door of the cabin, just in time to catch a batpony who was eavesdropping from outside. Hatter gave the black furred bat a glare that could melt steel, then looked up to see a small group of batponies, griffons, stallions and even a zebra that had all been listening to his make-out session.

“Have fun did you? You’re screaming was loud enough for half the camp to hear!” One of the stallions said, stepping forward from the group. Hatter blushed darkly and his mouth worked rapidly, trying to form a response. Luckily, or un-luckily, he had left the door open, and Clipper could see just about everything.

She moved up behind him, biting down softly on his ear which drove a loud squeak from him. Before he could react, her hoof smacked hard into his rear through his jacket. He stumbled forward and turned to her with a dark blush and an even darker glare.

“If any of you mares… Or stallions, want to keep my Hattie company, he makes the cutest noises when you tease him, and his balls are just mmm, amazing. Also, I think he’s a slut for fangs and being dominated. Just don’t damage him too much~”

Hatter stared at his lover in shock. He was sure he was going to faint. How could she do this to him? There were several laughs from behind him, and then one of the stallion’s saved him. “Alright everyone, leave the poor stallion alone, he looks ready to faint.”

Hatter wished he could faint. His legs gave out beneath him, and he sat in stunned silence, watching the sexy changeling roam off with a cheeky grin as the crowd dispersed behind him. The poor stallion just let out a croak, too stunned to form words. Finally he managed to pull himself together enough to stand, slowly shambling off to where he had been ordered to go.

He was in a large group of mainly batponies, a few griffons, some stallions, and a scattering of other creatures, both pony and not pony in form. They were all wearing some kind of armour however, and a lot of them that could see him were muttering things at his expense, tossing him glances and grins. His belly felt like it was doing backflips and his face seemed to have a permanent blush on it.

The Lord stood on a simple wooden pew, reading out which squads they would be assigned to from a list. The squads were small, just four in number rather then the slandered five or six, this told Hatter that they were going more for the stealth approach then anything else.

He did not really understand why they were attacking Ponyville, it was a small town where nothing really happened. If he had to guess however, he would assume it was something to do with the fact that the Alicorn Princess Twilight Sparkle had come from the town, and therefore it held significant sentimental value to her. If you broke your opponents will to fight, then they were as good as beat.

But thinking on such complex issues was above his pay grade, he was just going to do his job, try not to play the hero, then go home and give Clipper the hardest fuck of her life… If he was allowed now that she was pregnant. Shit. He had not really considered that.

Not that he minded her being pregnant, it was one of the proudest moments of his life. He was going to be a farther! He just wished she had told him sooner, telling him just before he went off to fight was bad luck, the guy who had his wife to get home to always died first in the books.

“Oi!” A voice suddenly spoke from besides him. Hatter blinked and shook his head, turning to the voice. It was a gray batpony stallion with a well-kept purple mane. “Hatter’s you right? You’re over there with squad six.” He said with a wave of his hoof.

Fuck. Right. He had let his mind wander too far and missed his squad. He snuck from the crowd as best he could and slid over to his squad. It consisted of two batponies(A mare and a stallion) and a light orange griffon male who’s beady eyes fixed on him as he slid over. They were the same colour as a sunset, strangely pretty for one of his profession.

He was just taking in the silver armour of the griffon, looking like a rip-off of the armour the royal guards wore, when the batpony stallion spoke. “Glad you could join us. I can see that you are going to cause problems. I am your commander, and if you step out of line again, I’ll cut your balls off.”

Hatter stared at the batpony, taking in the dark grey of his fur, his bright blue eyes, and his armour. It was made out of steel painted a dark purple like all the other batponies wore, but far more intricate in design.

The stallion let out a sudden laugh, showing off his fangs. “I’m fucking with you, relax. Just do what I say and I’ll get you back to fucking that bugpussy in no time.”

He was never going to live that down, was he?

The batpony mare smirked at him. She was the same gray as him in colour, and had a short blue mane and deep yellow eyes like most batponies he had seen. The strange slits the batponies had in place of pupils seemed to pierce into his soul and made him deeply uncomfortable.

The griffon sudden gave him a smack from behind with a clawed hand. Hatter let out a loud squeak and jumped forward, glaring at him. The rest of the squad begin to chuckle at his expense. He had no idea it was possible to grin with a beak, but the griffon managed it. Cocky bastard. “Your lover was right. The noises you make are adorable!”

He wanted to stab the griffon so badly. “Can we just get on with the mission please?” Hatter pleaded.

They marched through the forest with ease, the animals seeming not to care about the small battalion of batponies marching through it. Hatter estimated that they were only about one hundred batponies, meaning that there were twenty five squads. Definitely a stealth army.

Hatter and his group had reached the small town by nightfall, and in that time he had learnt their commander’s name was Moon Dancer, the griffon was called Hazy Daze, and the female batpony was called Starry Skies.

Hatter gazed over the small sleeping town, almost feeling bad for what he knew was going to happen. Then he quickly buried those thoughts deep down inside him. He needed to get back to his lover safe and he did not care what he had to do to make that happen.

“We need to take out the barracks,” Their commander whispered “We should have another nine squads as backup. There are about seventy guards in the town.” “Seventy?” Hatter gasped, now looking down on the small town in a different light. No town this small should have that many guards in it.

There commander nodded “They have been trying to clear out the Everfree for a while now. Once all the squads are here, we rush in through the door and kill them before they even have chance to arm themselves.

Hatter thought about it for a brief moment, then suddenly got an idea. “Wait. Do we have anything to light a fire with?” The Commander looked to him, giving a slight nod. “Yes. I have some flares for emergencies.”

Hatter nodded slowly “What if we lit a fire at the entrance and rear exit to the barracks, then they would be smoked out before they had time to grab their kit, and would be easy pickings for us.”

Moon furrowed his brow “That… Seems kind of horrific.” “We are at war.” The female batpony noted. The commander gave a grumble and turned back to him “Fine. Do my job for me, you’re still not getting paid extra.” He turned to the griffon “Go and run Hatter’s idea to the other groups, see what they think.”

After passing messages back and forth for close to an hour, they both agreed that Hatter’s plan was better then their original. Not that any of them knew it was his plan, they all thought it was Moon Dancer’s idea.

Hatter was picked to be the one who lit the flares because it had been his idea, and nobody else wanted to be responsible for killing the enemy in such a horrific fashion. Hazy picked Hatter up and flew him silently over the sleeping town. He felt the griffons powerful talons and paws wrapped around him, holding him tight as a set of powerful wings carried them both through the sky.

Such a powerful creature having such control over him, he could feel the beginnings of arousal starting to spark up inside his body. He shook those thoughts away, trying to focus on the freezing night air washing past them instead. This was no time to be springing a hard-on.

The barracks came into view, and the building almost took Hatter’s breath away. It was a large wooden structure carved to look like a tree! The branches and leaves had not been carved, but the pillar of wood seemed to bend slightly, and it had the grain of bark cut into it. As they got closer, the tree got bigger, and bigger, soon it was the second largest building in the town behind the townhall itself.

It had clearly taken a lot of work, a lot of ponies or some very powerful magic. Hatter briefly cast his mind back to the story of the Princess living in a library that had been destroyed, clearly this was a monument to that… And he was going to burn it down!

The griffon slowly swooped down, Hatter picking out three windows in a line up the front of the treehouse, one for each floor, then he was gently placed down, the griffon moving to the other exit of the treehouse as he was left alone.

The waning moon above cast just enough light to illuminate a patch of blood, all that remained to tell the story of the guards that had been stationed here. A squad with a mage had already been here to disable the magical defences.

Now he just needed to wait until he got the signal that they were ready for him to start the fire. They were going to attack in one huge wave, wipe out the defenders before the command chain even managed to start issuing orders. He heard a soft noise from behind him and turned, watching the first squads land in the darkness.

Soon there was a large group of at least thirty ponies waiting behind him, waiting to start cutting the guards down as they fled like rats from a sinking ship. He sat down, looking around slowly as boredom begin to sink in. He had the flare held in his magic, it was a simple red tube with a cap on the end, to light it he just needed to snap the cap off, then he just needed to open the door and throw it in.

It was close to fifteen minutes later that a bright green flare shot into the sky, telling him that it was time to start. He let out a deep sigh, then threw open the simple wooden door and tore the cap off the flare. There was a bright red flash that blinded him for a moment. His magic failed because of his shock and it fell to the floor, still hissing loudly. He cursed softly and kicked the flare with a hoof, knocking it into the room.

Still half blind he stumbled back, rubbing at his eyes before his vision started to return. He shut the door again using his magic, then held it shut with his hooves, wanting to make it as hard as possible for them to get out.

It took three minutes before the first shouts of alarm started. The door jolted half a minute later, somepony no doubt wanting to get out. Of course, he held the door tight, and then he heard the pony on the other side of the door begin to scream as the heat from the flames started to eat at him. He could feel the heat and hear the crackling from the other side of the door as the flames picked up.

The window above them exploded suddenly, a red furred pony diving from it, quickly followed by several others. It was their armour that made them all look the same, a magical enchantment weaved into the metal. The fact they all looked the same was part of what made them such a terrifying force on the battleground.

The stallion landed in a heap, and one of the batponies stepped forward with a spear in their mouth. The poor stallion barely had chance to scream before the spear stabbed all the way through his throat.

The batpony stepped back, and the stallion clutched at his throat with a sickening choking sound. His lungs were rapidly filling with blood. Hatter did not watch, stepping back from the door as his horn glowed, pulling his knives from his jacket. He grinned, looking down at the oaken handle and the long, razor sharp steel blades.

This was his element. Dozens of ponies had leapt from the windows above now, and the tree was a crackling inferno, the bottom window basking everything in a hellish orange glow. He quickly advanced on the first pony he saw, letting his training take over. Hatter looked at the brown earth pony, and the brown earth pony looked up at him, his red jacket and green eyes framed by the fire behind him.

“I surrender!” The stallion suddenly cried, looking ready to cry. Hatter totally ignored his words, Clipper’s hive had likely begged for mercy, and the ponies that had refused them that were likely here. His knife stabbed forward, guided by the green glow of his magic. It sank into the stallion’s un-armoured throat easily, Hatter not stopping until it was hilted in his neck.

Hatter pulled the knife out calmly, stepping around the stallion as he begin to gag. Go for the throat, the eyes or the heart. His training had been drilled into him over many years. He entered a battle trance, the faces pleas all blending together as he moved around the battleground. All that mattered to him was whether or not they were on his side.

Hatter remembered why his unit wore red coats now, it was not just so that they were clearly visible, to strike fear into their foes. It was also so that they did not need to wash the blood from their coats. As he finished off a badly burnt stallion that was begging for help, he suddenly had a flashback.

He was moving through what looked like hell, or at least as close to hell as you could get while still alive. It was a building that had been burnt down by some kind of immense heat. A stallion was attempting to crawl away from him with horrific burns covering most of his body. It was not even possible to recognise what colour his fur was.

The knife put him out of his pain suddenly. Hatter was wearing some kind of scarf over his face. His head slowly raised from the dead stallion, and he saw the reason he had run. Two burnt figures were slumped against the back wall, barely recognisable.

One of them was clearly a filly however. He stumbled closer, moving through the smoke. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest and he suddenly felt ill. It was clearly a filly at this distance. From what little blackened flesh he could recognise, she had died screaming in either her father’s or her mother’s hooves.

Hatter slowly removed the hat from his head, pressing it to his chest as he knelt down. A sign of respect, the best he could do after letting such a terrible fate befall them. One of his unit stepped over, “Hatter? You OK?”

He slowly raised his head. He was not sure why, but he knew his eyes were burning with hate. “No. I am far from OK.” And with that he stood, taking off at a gallop.

Hatter stumbled back in the real world, his magic almost failing as he looked down at the burnt stallion he had just stabbed through the eye. He… He… Was a good pony after all. He might have done some terrible things in the service of a higher power, but when it had really come down to it, he had done the right thing.

He slowly pulled his hat from his jacket, his magic knocking the dents out of it before he placed it on his head. He could remember, he was sure that he had seen most of his missing memories now.

He also felt bad for killing all these guards without the slightest hint of mercy. They were just like him, following orders. But if it was a choice between mercilessly killing Daybreaker’s troops, or Nightmare Moon’s, he would go with Nightmare Moon every single time.

The Everfree was being held off from this town, and now that it had been defeated, the Everfree could spread through the town and carry on towards the shining city of Canterlot. He did not quite know when Celestia had become Daybreaker, he was sure that nobody knew the exact date that it had happened, but since it had the fighting had become far more intense.

The forest was the only thing that offered the rebels any amount of protection from the huge army that Celestia controlled. Luna’s troops were fewer in number, but they were higher in loyalty, and they were used to living on the fringes of society, so the war was nothing new to them.

The battle was over in another fifteen minutes, the wooden tree now a blazing beacon in the middle of the town, casting the whole thing in a ghostly orange glow. The guards were all dead, having been wiped out in one fell swoop with only minuscule casualties on their side.

Hatter stood in his blood splattered coat, watching as nearly a dozen batponies worked with shovels to make a graveyard as close to the burning tree as was safe. Guards had their names etched into plates on the inside of their helmets and the inside of their armour, those that had died without it on were being buried in unmarked graves.

Nobody felt sad however, they had done the task they had needed with as few casualties as possible, and the town was now under their control. They had taken very few guards prisoner, in case they managed to mount a counter attack. The civilians had not been harmed however, only one reported death.

The stallion gave a smile, feeling proud in all he h-

There was a sudden smack from behind him, a taloned hand smacking roughly into his flank and taking a firm grip. He yelled in shock, turning to glare at Hazy Daze, who had a firm grip on his flank.

“Hey Hatter, you coming to the afterparty?” He asked. Hatter stared into his sunset orange eye, basking in their colour like it was the real sun. “Piss off. I’m not interested.” Hatter said simply, knowing that he was just trying to get get sex.

“Oh come on! We have alcohol. Are you honestly saying you don’t find me the slightest bit attractive?” The griffon asked. Hatter slowly drank in the golden brown feathers of the griffon, the dark brown of his lion half… He was well muscled, and Hatter had never lain with a griffon before.

Also, he was pretty sure he had some kind of mental problem because he was slightly aroused from all the fighting. He gave a defeated sigh. “What kind of alcohol?” ```