Clash

by EpicGuy

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Comedy, Random
Length: 2433

Mane6xOC clopfic. Oh boy.

Request by Tricondon, submit all "WTFs" to him.

Silver Hooves was a simple stallion. He wasn't used to the extremes, whether it be emotion or personality, and he definitely wasn't used to the likes of a strange unicorn mare that pops out of a bush and decides on a whim to follow in his hoofsteps.

But just as he begins to get used to one extreme, another - or six- decide to make his day even better…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-31 11:14:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Silver Hooves trotted along the trail at a relaxed pace, oblivious to the commotion that was going on outside his own little world. Although he had no idea where he was going, the thought of getting there early was enough to keep moving forward.

As he passed a stray bush, from it popped the head of a unicorn with an insane smile plastered across her face. "Hi there!" she cried.

Silver Hooves bolted for the nearest tree and tried, to no avail, to climb up the tough bark. He sighed as his actions proved futile, letting his body scrape the surface as he lost his progress towards the safe branches.

"What do you want, miss?" he asked, shaking the sticks from his mane. "It better be good."

"Nothing, nothing at all..." she said. "Just following you."

"Why in Celestia's name would you do that?" Silver Hooves retorted, walking once more down the path. He spotted Twilight's library in the distance and set that, on a whim, as his goal.

"Because I have nothing better to do, and you seem like a nice pony." she responded, bouncing to his side.

"I appreciate the compliment, but can't you do this later?"

"Of course not!"

Silver Hooves gave up trying with a huff. "Fine. Just keep it down, will you?" He marched towards Twilight's door, the unicorn prancing behind him.

As he neared the stained wood, the door creaked open and from the darkness within came the tip of a sleek pony nose. It had labored breathing, which was enough to make both ponies back up some.

"Hey there, friend." the fluorescent muzzle whispered shrilly. Although Silver Hooves was at least a foot away from the opening, he could clearly smell the alcohol on the mare's breath as if she was right next to his nose. "Wanna have some fun?"

"That sounds fun." the unicorn whispered from behind him.

"Who are you, exactly?" he asked, not nearly as convinced as she.

The mare laughed heartily and ended with a snort, and in a distant background he could hear the guffaws of at least four other ponies. Another waft of the sour stench of wine.

She opened the door's berth further and stepped into the threshold, revealing the rest of her body with a lopsided smile. "Can't you tell, silly?" She extended a hoof towards her characteristic, fluffy magenta mane and dull turquoise eyes. "I'm Pinkie Pie! Element of Laughter ring any bells?"

Silver Hooves immediately brightened up. "Really? An Element of Harmony? Where are the others?" he asked curiously.

Pinkie leaned on the door and smiled again. "They're all inside." She pointed to them, though they must have been in an area not seen by any outside pedestrians. "Except for Rarity."

They saw her pink mane deflate a little, as if somebody had released the plug that kept the hot air within. Her smile faded to a stoic frown. "The nerve of some ponies." she whispered.

Somebody added more air to Pinkie Pie's mane and attached the plug again, and her smile replaced the frown. "We're pretty lonely, though. Wanna play?"

Silver Hooves raised an eyebrow. "S-sure, I guess? What are the-"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a loud thump and he was immobilized, lying helpless on the ground. His magic and vocal cords were useless now as black hooves galloped closer and closer, the sound similar to a stampede.  As one towered over his frail body and noted every blink and breath, another thrust both him and the mystery unicorn into a tightly-woven burlap sack that reeked of decay and perfume. Nothing could be done as the sensation of being in midair hit both of them, and they were carried into the library where laughs greeted them.

He awoke to moonlight.

Wasn't it only noon a few minutes ago?

The unicorn was gone.

A shame. Really. Not at all, actually.

He was on his back, defenseless with one leg in the air. Hot, humid air hit his member before he could see the attacker.

"Who are you, scoundrel? Stop what you are doing and back away slowly!"

His cries were of no use as a stray beam of light hit the blushing face of a mare, on her back as well, leaning upwards to breathe on Silver Hooves' steadily rising member. It was none other than Twilight Sparkle, the mare of his dreams.

The lightest kiss brought a long shiver down his spine, the hardest touch a short, sharp yelp. Tiny beads of sweat dripped from his forehead to his chin, where the droplets fell from his skin and landed in harmony with thick drool and dust. His tongue rolled in this horrid mixture, but he paid no mind to this. His mind was on one thing, and one thing alone-

The suggestive, milky lavender eyes and firm cheeks that lay in front of his stallionhood.

He twitched out of impulse and moaned as her algid hoof stroked him a little too roughly. Lifting his head to look at the mare, he saw her eyes roll and a smirk appeared on her face. "If you thought that was severe, you're in trouble." she said with a smile. Her eyes glittered deviously and she licked her lips before plunging into a state that could only be described as "animal-like."

Pleasure and pain plucked at his nerves as she bit softly, tenderly, on his delicate flesh. The stallion felt extreme pleasure, yes, but he wanted more.

"Feel free to, you know," he spoke with a hint of smugness, "actually try at any time. I'm not trying to rush you, dear, but this petty performance is getting stale quite fast."

Twilight lifted her head with a start, her lips dappled with moisture and eyes flaring with a passionate fury. "What?" she questioned.

He simply lifted an eyebrow and grinned mischievously.

The unicorn, not one to be insulted, thrust the appendage into her mouth and tickled it in a violent manner with her ridged tongue. She put her whole body into the action, her flanks swaying as Silver Hooves cringed.

From behind her, a tuft of red and orange mane popped out along with the annoyed expression of Rainbow Dash, who had a serious wingboner. The combined length of both erect wings was longer than the pegasus' entire body. "Hey Twilight, could ya stop shaking like a leaf in a hurricane?" She shook her head to get a thin splatter of a white liquid out of her mane, courtesy of Celestia's student. "It really messes up my aim."

Twilight paused, her sudden stop making Silver Hooves gasp with relief. "I'll try."

"Just saying, Twi." Rainbow watched as her friend returned to eating out the stallion with an odd vengeance. What he did wrong she would never know.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the awkward sensation of something being where it never should be. She scrunched her cheeks and tried to hold back a screech of pleasure, and without turning around she knew exactly who the culprit was.

"Pinkie, what are you doing back there? It feels weird and uncomfortable. Not to mention... Kinda good." She pondered her words as the mare pushed onward, not stopping for a moment to answer her.

"On second thought, continue."

Pinkie didn't listen to her friend's request; she was hurriedly edging her hoof, which was slick from being used for an unintended purpose so many times, in and out of Dashie's exposed plothole. She thought of it as a much more creative method of amusement (both to her and the victim) than simply suckling on the skin or poking and prodding it timidly. She attempted to push it in even farther than the previous try, which had gotten her upper arm exceptionally moist, in her endeavors to see just how tough her pegasus friend was.

At the same time the earth pony was letting her fur tickle the inside of her fellow element of harmony, Pinkie's legs were spread at the perfect angle for another pony to fill the void. The unicorn mare, her face furiously blushing and mane a tangled mess, tenderly licked the thin stripe between her legs. It was hard to find, thanks to the mare's hot pink coat, but judging by her happy cries of pleasure she was doing a fine job of hitting a pony's sweet g-spot.

"I thought I could only dream of this day..." she murmured, a bright tone creeping into her voice. She gazed at the perfectly rounded plot that lay in front of her nose, and found herself attracted to the luxurious tail that bloomed, much like a waterfall, from the dock of her back. It twitched slightly as she slid her tongue along the surface of the mare's chest, then began to shake so rapidly it slapped her across the face and made the unicorn retreat momentarily before trying again.

She herself was twisted in such an ornate way that the lower portion of her body pointed back towards Silver Hooves, leading them in a u-turn of sorts. The mare behind her, albeit a little rusty with her work, was daintily poking and prodding the haunches of the mare in front of her.  She squeaked in horror as it stiffened at her touch.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" she squealed, resisting the urge to flare her wings. She didn't answer, so Fluttershy naturally assumed it was okay to continue if she pleased.

The pegasus, who was laying on her stomach throughout the experience, heaved herself onto her hooves with a huff and prepared to lift up her head in order to stretch. As she did so, her forehead hit a pair of primary feathers as strong as steel and she fell to her hooves once more.

She looked above her silky forelock of mane to see the sky-blue primaries, accompanied by a full assortment of secondaries, converts and axillaries sprout from none other than Rainbow Dash's back, which was a fair distance away.

"Rainbow..." she whispered, "You're...Um... Kind of in my way..." She attempted to edge her way around the erect wing. The lesser converts, mostly for show and of little use to the mechanisms of a wing, caught her before her head could get a well needed stretch.

"Oh well... Sorry." the pegasus said softly. She flopped onto her back continued to inquisitively nudging the swaying, hypnotizing plot that lay in front of her.

With a start, the frightened mare felt an odd sensation across her posterior and yelped in surprise. Her slender body quivered furiously as the feeling passed, but the pain lingered a little longer as she looked forward to see what had caused the problem. It was Applejack, who was in a suggestive pose above her.

The tangerine-colored mare was, as she herself would have put it, "cleanin' out the stables."

"A-Applejack?" Fluttershy whimpered. The action felt so wrong, but at the same time it felt so right. "C-can I help you?"

Applejack lifted her muzzle, her messy mane (Which had, strangely, lost it's bands and was a glossy, untidy flag of chaos) coated in various liquids, and smiled crudely. Her teeth shone in the moonlight that filtered through the window.

"Not at all, sugarcube." she responded, fighting to be heard over the moaning ponies to the point that she almost was yelling. "The question should be can ah help lil' ol' you."

Fluttershy blushed, her cheeks taking on a deep scarlet accent. She looked away in embarrassment, only to unwillingly push her snout into the plot in front of her. With a high-pitched bleat she pulled it back out of harm's way before the unicorn could react.

"Oh, it's okay... I guess." Fluttershy answered.

"Whatever ya'll say." The earth pony tipped her hat, which had fallen to a horribly lopsided angle, and turned her attention to her own thighs. Fluttershy, with a concerned glance at the pony line ahead of her, adjusted her hind legs and continued her tedious method of poking the unicorn's plot.

Applejack frowned at what she saw; not her flanks, necessarily, but what lay beyond them. A snow-white unicorn, dressed in a thin maid's outfit and draped in layer upon layer of dark makeup, looked at the current situation with an expression of pure disgust.

"What in Celestia's name is this disgrace?" she cried, thrusting a hoof out into the open. "This is not a proper get-together, Applejack!"

"Rarity!" came a greeting from across the room. Neither turned around to see who it was.

"And what, exactly, is a 'proper get-together?"" the farm pony asked with more than a bit of sarcasm.

"There must be some trace of a dress code!" Rarity preached. "This is just ridiculous, Applejack! Utterly ridiculous!"

"Settle down, sugarcube." she soothed.

"I will never!"

"Would you all shut up?!"

Almost all heads popped up from their respective positions, as they turned to the source of the angry voice, which was the staircase. A sleep-deprived Spike, eyes drooping heavily and a container of ice cream in tow, arched his back at the top of the flight of stairs. He bared his fangs and flexed his claws, looking absolutely ferocious to the assembled ponies below.

"That's better!" he seethed, stomping back up the stairs once everypony had fallen silent.

They all looked at one another, wondering what to do after their rude awakening. All except for Silver Hooves, though, who had collapsed after an orgasm a few minutes prior and was just finding his bearings once more.

He slowly rode to his hooves and stretched, eyes flopping over with fatigue as he attempted to find a grip on the slick floor. His mane was in complete disarray, as was the rest of his body. After finding the strength to open his eyes, he looked over his shoulder and frowned. "Why'd you stop?" he slurred.

Suddenly the alcoholic aroma that was present in the room subsided and was replaced with, to Silver Hooves surprise, the droning of insects. All the other ponies in the moonlit library, minus the unicorn (Who looked just as confused as he), stood as straight as a plank and had odd, fiendish smiles on their faces.

Slowly they began to change. Fur emblazoned in beautiful colors melted into skin and formed a jet black, hard surface. Eyes flushed their whites and became a single, monotone blue while the pegasi grew pointed horns and the unicorns thin, insect-like wings. Twin fangs sprouted from their jaws, sharp as blades and just as dangerous. They turned towards their captives, both unable to comprehend the situation.

And leaped.