Zecora Tries Her Hoof At Clop

Since you are reading this book, I will assume you agree
there are few better thrills than pornography.
While most would consider me a mild-mannered mare,
this particular passion I believe we share.

Before I begin, though, I must speak in all candor.
It is not my intention to write any slander.
I mean no offense with the words that I write.
So please do not sue poor Zecora, all right?

This story is about six lovely mares
who together have faced dragons, demons and bears.
While few could deny the strength of their bonds,
fewer still could have guessed what their friendship had spawned.
For mares of their age, well, they have certain needs.
And since this is clop, I think you know where this leads.

We open our tale with the lovely Twilight,
who was not feeling so lovely after a long, sleepless night.
She'd been tossing and turning all night in her bed.
“What the hay's wrong with me?” poor Twilight said.

“No sooner than I close my eyes,
do I picture myself between Pinkie's thighs!
The trick to good sleep is to keep your mind blank,
which is hard when I keep imagining AJ smacking my flank!”

She moaned as the sun announced it was now day.
“I guess I wasn't getting any sleep, anyway.”
Four purple hooves took her down each stair.
Breakfast was made in cast-iron cookware.
A tongue tasted little as teeth chewed the food,
while a brain churned out thoughts licentious and lewd.

“How am I to enjoy my spinach and clover
when all I can think of is Fluttershy bending over?
It's really quite maddening, I've had quite enough.
There must be a book on this kind of stuff.”

She left her breakfast half-finished on the table
to sort through her books and see if she was able
to find a cure, or at least to explain
these thoughts that had plagued her and frazzled her mane.

She found no answers in Rare Pony Maladies,
nor in The Medicinal Anthologies.
Frustrated, she discarded tome after tome
until great piles of books littered her home.
“Gah! How can so many books fail
to explain why I want to sniff Rainbow Dash's tail?”

“You want to do what?” asked her assistant, Spike.
Twilight's face went dark red in a way she did not like.

“Ngk—nothing!” the unicorn said.
Her cheeks were still flushed with a very deep red.

Spike shrugged, “Whatever,” and went on his way.
He did not feel like dealing with crazies today.

The door swung open, a pony stepped inside.
This pony was Pinkie Pie, and she was grinning wide.
“Howdy!” the pink party pony pronounced.
She giggled and grinned as she bounded and bounced.

“Pinkie Pie's here,” Spike announced with a shout.
He pushed past the door. “And I'm headed out.”

“Right, right,” said Twilight, “Have a good day.
Oh! Can you pick up a new inkwell on your way?”

“Sure,” said the dragon. “I'll be back before dark.”
And he took off in the direction of the park.

Pinkie Pie came in, her blue eyes gleaming bright.
“Good morning!” she said to her good friend Twilight.
“I was just passing some party invites around.
This one is yours—hey, what's got you so down?”

“That's just it,” Twilight said, “I haven't a clue!
Lately, I've been having weird dreams about you,
and Applejack, and Rarity, and tubs of whipped cream,
and we do such strange things with each other in my dream!
I can think of no curse, no flu, no pox,
that would make me keep picturing Rarity taking off her socks.
Something must be wrong with me, I just don't know what...”
The librarian trailed off, distracted by her friend's butt.

Pinkie laughed. “Silly filly! You don't know what's going on?
You're horny! You're randy! You, my friend, are turned on!
There's one sure solution to this problem you vex.
You need to get laid; you and I should have sex!”

“What!?” Twilight sputtered, “I think I didn't quite hear—”
She was cut off abruptly with a nibble at her ear.
Something inside of her melted to mush
as she felt a tongue give her earlobe a push.

She pulled back to be met with a half-lidded stare.
Twilight locked eyes with the beautiful mare.
“Ahem,” she coughed, a flush heating her face.
“We probably shouldn't do it in this place.
Too many open windows, you know?”

Pinkie's grin widened. “I know just where to go!”

Up the stairs the pair went, clop, clop, clop, clop.
The door to the bedroom was up at the top.
Shutters were drawn, the door locked securely.
“Is this private enough?” Pinkie purred demurely.

A thick fog of lust filled the purple mare's head.
So addled, she pushed Pinkie onto her bed.
Something quite primitive, animal and base
put a wicked sneer on the unicorn's face.

The pastry chef giggled and gave her a wink.
She waggled her rump. “So, what do you think?”

“I think,” said Twilight, climbing onto the sheet,
“that we have some experiments to complete.”

She straddled her friend, placed a hoof on each hip.
The smooth pink coat caused her eyelids to dip.
Her friend was silky and soft to the touch.
Twilight's pulse quickened; this all was too much.

Pink hooves ran up her sides, they groped and caressed.
The librarian buried her face into her friend's chest.
She kissed the pink mass, then drew back a bit.
There was something to what she tasted, what was it?
It wasn't sweat, nor sugar, this was something new.
“Is that... apples that I taste on you?”

“Oh, that,” Pinkie said with a sheepish sigh.
“Last night I got into some Apple Pie.”

“Oh no,” Twilight tittered, “that simply won't do.
I'll just have to lick the apples off of you!”

The pink pony giggled as the unicorn worked.
The tongue ran over her as she squirmed and jerked.
Up her chest, down each leg, Twilight was very thorough.
Saving for last Pinkie's puffy pink furrow.

The pink mare's forehead had a thin sheen of sweat.
'Round her crotch, her coat was sticky and wet.
A hot, musky scent rose into the air.
There could be no doubt that it came from the mare.
Twilight perched between her thighs, licking her lips
as Pinkie suggestively rolled her hips.

The purple mare needed no more invitation.
She dove forward and commenced with their fornication.
Pinkie's flavor, she found, was not as sugary
as she had expected the flavor to be.
Rather, a tangy, sour-ish zest
watered her mouth and inflated her chest.

Her tongue flittered among fleshy flaps.
Pinkie Pie moaned in between Twilight's laps.
“Oh,” she said softly, then said “oh,” once more.
“Oh,” a bit louder, and “Oh!” made it four.

Pinkie's breaths grew shorter, she shuddered and stirred.
“Nnnh! Please keep going!” came Pinkie's gasped words.
Twilight wrapped her hooves around pink flanks for more leverage
and took a deep slurp of her new favorite beverage.

The librarian pushed harder, thrust deeper inside.
Pinkie Pie twisted, she groaned and she sighed.
Her eyes lost focus and rolled back in her head.
She arched her back, lifting clean off the bed.

There are a few true facts about the pink party mare.
She loves to eat cake, and hides candy in her hair.
She loves her little pet alligator, Gummy,
and at night hugs him close up to her tummy.
Her favorite party decoration is the streamer,
and when she orgasms, Pinkie's a screamer.

Twilight put a hoof to her ear.
She briefly wondered if she could still hear.
To her relief, it turned out that she could,
for she heard her friend gasp, “Wow, Twilight, you're good!”

The Princess' Pupil wiped cum from her muzzle,
and slumped forward to be greeted by a tender nuzzle.
“Uh-uh,” said Pinkie, “We aren't done just yet.
Not till my good friend's needs have been met!”
With surprising agility and grace.
she brought Twilight's nethers up to her face.

"Uhhh,” Twilight gurgled as Pinkie took to her toil.
Somewhere within, something started to boil.
Pinpricks ran up and down Twilight's thighs.
“Oh, Celestia,” she purred as she closed her eyes.

Pinkie could do such great things with her tongue!
Heat burned past Twilight's stomach and filled up each lung
with a soft, airy moan that pushed at her throat.
The purple unicorn swooned. Her head started to float.

Pinkie's tongue found its way to the purple mare's nub.
She sucked it and teased it and gave it a rub.
Starbursts exploded in Twilight's vision.
Her mind lost all semblance of reason or precision.
Her hips spasmed all on their own
while out of her mouth came a long, languid moan.

The pink pony's tongue lashed and it licked.
The purple mare's leg involuntarily kicked.
Twilight could not last any longer
against the attentions of the party-monger.

Where Pinkie had squealed, Twilight went silent.
Her breath caught, her shakes became almost violent.
Electric sparks ran up and down the mare's back.
She lost all sensation, her vision went black.
Twilight collapsed in a heap on the bed.
“Hooray, problem solved!” Pinkie Pie said.

The lavender mare replied to her fellow:
“Mrf mff m-mrff!” (She spoke into her pillow.)
She took a satisfied breath, long and deep.
She could feel the sweet siren call of sleep.

Pinkie Pie giggled and gave her plot a slap.
“We should change these sheets before you take a nap!”
Twilight muttered and rolled off of the covers.
The stained sheets folded between the two lovers.

Fresh bedding was fetched from out of the drawers.
“I need a shower,” Pinkie said, “Can I use yours?”

The librarian nodded and climbed into bed.
Sleepy warm-fuzzies weighed down her head.
Between her all-nighter and all of their fun,
Twilight was asleep before Pinkie's shower was done.