Author's Note

Have an extra chapter for this week. This one is clop focused.

Chapter 7

``` Hatter slowly stepped into the small house that they had borrowed, following behind the griffon and secretly taking in his muscular flank. The griffon moved up the stairs and into the bedroom. He followed quickly after, the wooden stairs creaked softly beneath his hooves.

He noticed that the bedroom was cast in total darkness, and he begin to get the strong feeling that it was a trap. He did not draw his weapons however, just quietly moving into the room. He looked around as his hooves brushed soft carpet, the caress of the soft fibres seeming almost sensual with what he was used to.

Suddenly, three candles in the room lit up at once, illuminating the bedroom in a soft glow. Before each of the candles was one of his comrades, out of their armour. Hatter stepped back in shock and gasped.

“Seriously guys, you all want to fuck me? What the hell is this, some kind of dodgy fucking porn story? This is taking the piss.” Moon stepped forward, he had a long, unkept purple mane that barely managed to stop itself above his eyes.

“Come on Hatter, there’s wine, and me and Hazy always get laid together. Plus, the noises you make are adorable. I want to see how loudly I can make you squeak.”

Before Hatter could speak, Starry muttered something from the edge of the room. “I got them all together. Clipper… well… Clipper asked me to swap places with her before we left camp. I had to beg a lot, she’s a really loyal warrior.”

There was a bright orange flash, then suddenly his lover was stood before him with a toothy grin. Hatter felt the world spin from beneath his feet. She was such a good actor, they had talked for almost an hour before getting here and he had not suspected that anything was off. She had seemed like your run of the mill “I want to die. My life sucks” Fighters that seemed to find themselves onto every battleground.

“Cl-Clipper? What are you doing here?” He asked, stumbling back against the bed as the group advanced on him. “I had to make sure you were safe Hatter… Watching as you had that idea and burnt all those soldiers to death… It was shocking. You were unstoppable. You almost had me frightened… But before you get too big for your horse shoes, I thought I’d remind you that you have a lover to return to and a clutch of eggs waiting.”

Hatter back paddled his way onto the bed, pressing into the wall as his mouth flapped uselessly, trying to form words. His lover could be anyone and everyone he ever spoke to. Celestia dammit, she was going to give him some kind of weird, sexy paranoia.

“I’m not gay!” He weakly spat, crossing his legs as he tried to defend what little dignity he had left. Clipper spotted the erection between his legs and gave a smirk “I think that’s a lie Hatter. In fact, I know it’s a lie. I bet if I had these two strong males pin you down, you’d beg for them to fuck you.”

He let out a shudder, turning to his commander for help. Moon was grinning from ear to ear “Don’t look at me like that solider. I saw the way you went through those ponies. I know that if you really did not want this, you would have escaped already.”

Hatter really wished that he had not cut down those ponies so brutally now, karma had kind of caught up with hi in a sexy and less punishing way. Hazy Daze pinned him down using those strong talons of his, one on each of his forehooves.

“So who’s taking which hole?” He asked casually, like he was asking if anyone wanted anything fetching from the shops. Hatter squirmed softly beneath him, and Hazy fixed those sunset coloured eyes on him. The fight slowly left him as he wordlessly exhaled, his length twitching between his legs.

Clipper gave a smile “You stallions have your fun, I’m just going to play with him for a little using my fangs. If you are good, there’s some honey in it for you Hatter~”

Well that forced any remaining resistance from him. He went limp like a floppy, and extremely fuckable sock beneath the griffon. “I’ll take his ass.” Hazy said, giving another of those weird beak grins down at him. Suddenly Hatter felt oh so small. Like a mouse staring up at a lion.

Moon moved over to the bed with a huff, but he seemed happy enough with taking Hatter’s mouth. He stood over the top of Hatter without a single word, leaving the stallion beneath him to stare up at his underside. Hatter was amazed, Moon was even muscled on his underside! Hatter slowly cast his eyes down the dark gray underbelly, noticing a large scar that ran across his ribs.

Then his eyes settled on his commanders private parts, and he let out a soft gasp. The thick black length that sprouted from between a pair of plump black balls that were just as perfect. The length likely had an extra two inches on him in length, and about an extra half an inch in girth. He was glad that it was not going in his rear, it looked far too wide for that!

Speaking of which, he felt something hard, hot and throbbing pressing softly into his rear, the griffon pulling his legs apart. Hatter shuddered, feeling his length twitch as it was exposed. Then the griffon’s hand smacked into his cock, driving a sharp squeak of shock from him as his cock wobbled about all over the place like some out of control metronome.

Of course, this drove a smirk from Moon “He sounds just like a batpony mare in heat. I can’t wait until I hear him squeaking around my cock while I force it into his throat.”

“I-” Hatter begin, but was suddenly cut off when Moon shoved his member into his face, rubbing the musky balls right around his muzzle. He tried to rear back in shock, barely hearing Moon’s words as he felt the pointed member of the griffon press against his tailhole.

“Shush, slut. Use that mouth to please my cock.” He said sternly. He tried to protest further, but the griffon pressed forward, the large, pointed, and hard length spreading his dry ass as it forced in. A squeal filled the room, one that he quickly realised was his own, but that too was cut off when his commander forced forward.

The hard, and strangely warm length forced into his mouth, cutting off his squeals as his commander let out a content sigh. The length in his ass pulled out as Moon placed his hooves on the headboard of the bed, using them as support as he slowly forced his length into Hatter’s maw.

He had stopped protesting by now, submitting to his fate. His tongue danced over the underside of Moon’s member, feeling every single vein that supplied it with blood. This earned a groan of pleasure from the strong stallion “Good boy… keep going just like that!”

The length in his ass was pulled out, replaced a few seconds later by a talon. He shuddered, not liking such a sharp instrument being so close to his sensitive anal walls, but he could do nothing to stop the griffon. Instead he focused on sliding his mouth along the huge member of his commander, moaning softly into it as his lips put it away easily.

He did not stop even when it hit the back of his throat, just gagging softly as he begin to move it through his throat as well, the warm flesh lightly tensing as it welcomed the huge slab of meat, hugging around it like it was trying to keep it warm.

The griffon was done applying lube to his ass, and was now slowly forcing his well-lubed member into the tight hole. Hatter gasped as the now lubed member slid in, glad that his ass could not gauge temperature, because it would have been very cold.

He finally reached the base of Moon’s cock, his nostrils flaring as they took in a deep whiff of his musk. It was sensational, making his throat convulse happily around the length buried in it as his ass did the same for the griffon’s cock, welcoming it in with a series of skilled convulsions. Hatter felt like he had done this before, but those memories were still sealed off to him.

The griffon groaned in amazement, his thick, pointed member now hilted in his ass. “W-wow! He takes cock like a champ!” Hazy said, Moon giving a moan in approval.

Hatter was just starting to wonder where Clipper had got to, but he soon got a response when a pair of sharp fangs suddenly punched through the flesh of his left ear like a hole punch. Pain tore through him, and he barely managed not to bite down on the member buried in his now convulsing throat. He was kind of thankfully for the member, the squeal he let loose being muted by it’s length as his eyes fluttered.

The griffon let out a pleased squeak as his ass also reacted to the pain, milking his member madly. He reached out his talons and wrapped them around Hatter’s hooves, using them like handle-bars as he begin to thrust faster, hammering his length into the pony like he was nothing more then a fuck-toy.

Hatter was just starting to struggle again when Clipper leaned down next to his ear, shushing him softly. “Come on Hatter, only one more ear to go. Be good for Mommy Clipper!” His struggles begin anew, Clipper moving to his other side and locking her fangs around his ear, not yet hard enough to break the skin.

He let out a mewl like a wounded kitten, not wanting another hole punched in him. Moon was now ramming in and out of his throat, his balls swaying about hypnotically as the bed creaked, yet Hatter did not seem bothered in the slightest by the thick fuck meat being forced in and out of him. His muscle memory was doing everything for him, and he was starting to worry that he had been a huge whore at some point.

These worries were dashed from his mind as the fangs once again sank through his other ear, making a pair of neat holes in them. His body convulsed again and the griffon gave a cry of bliss. “Oh fuck! He’s so fucking tight! I don’t think I can hold it for much longer.”

Hatter was just lying there, his chest heaving as each breath was tainted with the musk of the batpony currently hammering in and out of his throat. He was starting to sweat from the pain that he had been put through, and neither of the males hammering in and out of him seemed to care.

His eyes stared up at the dark gray underside that was moving back and forth above him, attached to a shaft that was currently sliding in and out of his throat. He was lost in a lustful haze thanks to all the musk he had breathing in. The stallion was not even aware of the movements his throat were making any more, neither the fact that his tongue was doing laps around it, making sure that it stayed nice and lubed up to slide down his throat and batter at his tonsils.

The griffon growled, starting to smack his cock about with one taloned hand as the other held tight to his leg, allowing the griffon to hammer him even harder. Hatter did not mind, now drawing pleasure from the abuse of his cock. It even gave a spurt of pre as it smacked into his belly, tossing the glob next to his belly button.

He could feel his prostate starting to give a weird ache as he approached analgasm, the length that was rubbing against it making his cock twitch, trying to stand upright before the taloned hand smacked it back down again.

Clipper ironically clipped something cold and metal to each of the holes in his ears one by one. He shuddered, his tongue aching from the content circling it was doing. His changeling lover was now stroking his chest as he gasped, shushing him and attempting to sooth him as the griffons groans grew louder, his powerful hips now smacking into Hatter’s ass loudly with each thrust, filling the room with lewd noises and making Hatter’s balls tingle.

The griffon arched his back, then spoke to Moon in a strained voice “Together!” Hatter could hear a weird scraping noise, and it took him a moment to realise that it was the bed, the powerful thrusting of Moon as he used the headboard for support, mixed with the powerful pounding of the griffon were slowly sending the bed sliding across the floor.

The idea of all that force going through him brought his arousal to new heights, and then the griffon begin to smack his cock around harder, and Clipper begin to nibble softly down his neck, moving over the old wound were the black gunk she produced still protected, silently threatening to do the same again.

Then the griffon smacked him straight in the balls, sending pain shooting through him and forcing his eyes to roll back. His commander took the hint and slammed forward hard, his cock twitching rapidly in his throat as Hatter squealed around the cock, taking a sharp intake of air and musk in to fuel his squealing to new heights.

And then the twitching member wedged in his throat begin to pump thick ropes of potent stallion seed into his greedy throat which was currently busy with screaming. This led to it going into his windpipe rather then his food pipe, which led to him choking as his eyes rolled all the way back to whites, all of this meaning that cum squirted from out of his nose and begin to dribble down his muzzle, the musky aroma now being the only thing he could smell.

Then Hazy slammed forward, the bed that had been built for two ponies to cuddle on giving a final titanic creak before it gave up on supporting all four creatures, and then in turn gave up on life, collapsing into a heap with a mighty crash.

Hatter barely even noticed, too focused on the griffon length hilted in his ass and the huge flare that was rapidly swelling up at it’s base, spreading the poor stallion’s hole agonizingly wide as it begin to dump the thick load of griffon cum right up his tailhole, the flare making sure non of it would escape.

Clipper gave a cry of shock as the bed did it’s best impression of a changeling, the legs turning to splinters and the supports turning to fire wood as it all came crashing down. She still managed to do her part however, her teeth sinking deep into Hatter’s shoulder, going through the flesh like butter and filling her maw with a weak flow of his blood.

All of this was too much for Hatter, every nerve in his body screaming out at once as he attempted to pull himself apart, his muscles all tensing up at once as his cock stood straight up in the air, firing off thick ropes of stallion seed into the air, carpeting the area around him as his prostate did a jig, trying to empty itself as fast as possible.

The pleasure just kept coming, climbing higher and higher, screaming, squealing, screeching, they all failed in turn to express how he was feeling. In the end his body gave up expressing itself and Hatter went limp as it decided to shut down, passing out between the two stallions and the love of his life.

He awoke an unknown amount of time, feeling bubbly all over. He was not aware that bubbly was a feeling, but no other word described him as well as that one did. Sitting up with a groan he suddenly felt strange, and not just in a bubbly sense. He was… Cold, and felt somehow light. Looking around he confirmed that he was still in the house, so… why was he cold?

The candles had long since burnt out, so he was left in the dark. He moved his hoof to his ears and felt something metal. Freaking out slightly he glided over the ruins of the bed and begin to head down the stairs. Hatter moved through the door to the house, the waning moon casting light across him.

Hatter let out a screech. In the place of his jacket he was wearing a bright pink tutu and a stripy pink pair of socks. He looked like a total slut! Sure… his ass had cooling griffon cum dribbling out of it and he was sure that his fur was at least lightly splattered with it, but dressing him like this was just… No!

He grumbled, moving down the street as fast as he could. He needed to find Clipper and get his jacket back, he felt naked without it. Sticking to the shadows he moved from building to building, not wanting anyone to see him in such a state. Where would Clipper be? Back at the camp no doubt, but he had forgotten where they had set it up.

Fuck. He begin to prowl around the small town, but a roaming squad of soldiers noticed him. Most of the civilians had been placed under house arrest, the perimeter of the town locked down by all the guards they had to spare.

He had expected them to make teasing comments about the way he was dressed, but of course he was not in uniform. His normal clothes might have been even worse, but being caught in a pink tutu was bad enough. “Halt!” One of the guards shouted as the other members of his squad begin to look awkward, one of them failing to suppress a snigger. He blushed and froze in place.

“I’m with you guys! Some of my squad played a prank on me while I was asleep!” He lied, only slightly. The truth was just too awkward to admit. The leader of the squad gave a chuckle “I see. Sorry, but I still need to take you back to camp. The town’s on lockdown.”

Hatter gave a sigh. This was going to absolutely suck. Not enough to warrant attacking them however… Not that he had his weapons. He gave a slow nod “Fair enough. Lead the way guys.” Each word hurt, he could feel his blush.

Hatter made it back to the camp in about fifteen minutes, each of which felt like an hour with the squad watching him. It was quickly confirmed that he was with their army, but not before at least half the camp had gotten their laughs at his expense. He stormed into the tent where “Starry” was working, quickly asking to speak with her privately.

Once they had gotten somewhere where they would not be seen, Clipper reverted to her usual form and chuckled at him. “You look like a sexy sissy Hatter.” She teased.

“This isn't funny Clipper!” Hatter said firmly “I look ridiculous.” Clipper just gave a smirk “You like it really Hatter. You like dressing up like a slut.” Hatter growled at this “I do not! This was too far Clipper, it’s beyond a bloody joke!”

Clipper just smiled, the smile getting bigger and bigger with every word. “If you hated it that much Hatter, you could have just taken it off.”

Oh. She was fucking right. Why had he not thought of that sooner?

He slowly sat down, his mouth flapping uselessly to try and throw up some defence against her words. “See Hatter? You like everyone knowing what a sissy you are… How much of a good boy you are for your mummy. I brought the dress, the socks… your ear rings…”

So that’s what those cold things on his ears were. He tried to get control of his lips, but his head was scrambled, and her next words shook his world.

“One of the ponies back at camp sold me a camera.”

All the words in Hatter’s head failed him, his mouth hanging open as he stared at her in shock. He had nothing for this situation.

“That’s right Hattie, I took photos of your squad mates rubbing themselves over you as your ass dribbled cum… By now everyone in camp should have seen them, I made sure the twelve photos got spread around evenly.”

Hatter still had nothing, so he just croaked the first thing that came into his head “O-Ok.” It was certainly not his best work. His mind was in a spin, Clipper watching him with that cocky smile of hers before speaking.

“Hatter?” A pause. “Y-Yes?” “Your little friend is standing to attention.”

And with that she walked past him, swishing her tail across his face before a green flash turned her back into Starry. Hatter’s mind was just attempting to pull itself back together, having been thrown totally out of control with just a few words.

His head slowly lowered to look down at the frilly pink fabric of the tutu, noticing his length peaking out from beneath it. That was not the worst part however.

The worst part was that he enjoyed it.

He almost jumped out of his skin as Starry tossed his neatly folded jacket next to him. Then his hat landed next to that. He turned to watch her skipping off with a giggle. That mare was going to ruin him.

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