Author's Note
This is my first attempt at clop, and I even considered doing a side account for it but... It's been in the works for a while but I sat down and finished it up, ran it by my proof-readers and they nodded, so now it's out for all to see!
Please leave your comments as they help me grow. Maybe I'll try it again sometime.
Gentle Love
Starting your own business was more trouble than Spring had originally realized. Not only did he need real estate, he also need land for his garden. He needed bits for his start up funds. He needed an adequate stock before he could open his own store. Something that was hampered by the fact that his current garden was only so big at the moment, and most of his produce was sold to others in the community.
Spring sighed and sorted through his bills some more. He was still in the black. Comfortably so. The quality of his herbs and produce, and small scale production of various ointments and treatments brought in bits. Enough to live off, particularly when he combined it with his marefriend’s income.
He needed more, a lot more, if he wanted to afford his own property. Not just the rented place they had. It wasn't a bad place: two bedrooms, a small kitchen and a basement. An older building on the outskirts of town. Which Spring didn't mind. The basement gave him a place to set up his lab and the outskirts gave it a lot of land space. It had mostly been wild, but he was as much a gardener as alchemist, and within the first month he had made it a small but extraordinarily stocked garden farm.
It wasn't his place though.
He sighed again and lay back in his chair. At this rate though, barring some windfall, his dream was a good way off. True, he was young. He could take a smaller step and push his dreams of his own shop and gardens a few years back…
He idly looked at the clock. It was after eight pm. Doppel would be waking up for her shift soon. In truth, her work with the townguard was what brought in most of the funds for their little household. He was looking forward to the time when he could contribute a lot more to their financial state.
A door opened and hooves on flooring preceded a bleary eyed changeling as she shuffled into the kitchen. She didn’t register him at first, her oversized tee draping over her form as she moved. Spring smiled a little at her. She was his little lovebug. There were no holes in her limbs, her skin and carapace, a soft yellow, were healthy and strong, her mane and tail silky and smooth.
Just like that most of his stress and worry were set aside. She just had a way of making him feel better, with or without trying. That and she was just so cute in that old tee of his. Dop was a small mare, just at the five foot mark. Barely. On the other end of the scale, he was close to 6’5. His shirt was almost a dress on her. From the looks of it, she probably still only had little else but a pair of panties under it. Which made her more dressed than he was.
They were relaxed in their home and tended to cast clothing aside for comfort. Even full nudity wasn’t uncommon for them. As it was, Spring only had a pair of boxers on. His smile widened, “Morning Hun.”
His response was a sleepy and indistinct chitter. She plucked a cup from the pile of dirty dishes, rinsed it under running water before getting a half cup to drink. Spring felt a tiny bit of guilt that he hadn’t gotten around to washing those yet, but she didn’t seem to care, dropping the cup back in the with rest. She slid the step stool from the corner and climbed up to reach the coffee maker on top of the cupboards.
Spring wasn’t sure if it was a case of too sleepy to fly, or couldn’t be bothered to push up the shirt that hung over her elyta and wings. Either way, he quite liked the things it did to her legs and thighs. Particularly when she stretched to reach and the shirt pulled up, exposing a pert butt and cute panties.
‘She’s wearing the ones with the little rabbits on it,’ Spring thought to himself, appreciating the view. His boxers started tenting slightly from a wakening presence within as she tried to get the coffee out too and save a trip. He got up, the chair squeaking on the wood floor, and made his way over. One hand took the larger coffee maker from her, the other wrapped around her waist and in the process his crotch pressed against her leg. “Let me help?”
She mumbled a little and sighed. “Let me get me coffee… need to wake up…”
Spring chuckled and got everything down for her. “I told you you’d get dependent. You should have stuck to tea.”
“Thanks and tea schme,” she mumbled.
“What?” Spring asked over his shoulder as she fumbled for a mug.
“Sucks… tea sucks…” She yawned widely. “Bitter leaf water. Need coffee… wake up...”
Spring chuckled and leaned over and give her a kiss on the nose. She jerked as if it were static and relaxed slightly. A jolt of love. It was a useful trick to pick up when your lover was a changeling. “So that didn’t wake you up?”
Doppel smiled a little, and yawned again, this time just a deep inhale and shoulder movement rather than jaw stretching. “Mmmm… it did… but I still want my morning drink…”
“Sure, love,” Spring took the mug from her and set it in place, before turning and pulling her into a hug. His hands found the curve of her butt through the fabric of the panties and fingers slipped under her tail. The position pressed her face to the thick fur of his chest and her moderate breast against him as well. What brought a blush to her face was the bugle in his boxers that was pressing against her.
“You sure you don’t want a different drink through? One we could share?” He sank enough passion into the last word that it would make a schoolfilly swoon. “I am pretty thirsty myself…”
As cheesy as the line was, it did make Dop chitter a little in embarrassment and excitement. “I… I don’t think I’d mind that kind of drink to start my night.”
Spring took the invitation, and his hands found their way under her shirt. Dop chittered again as his fingers gently played over her sides and he slowly worked the end of the shirt up, the fabric gathering against his wrists. He murmured his own sweet nothings, bending his face to the top of her head, tracing little circles on her skin. “I can’t let my lovebug start her night with just coffee, can I?”
There had been a time when Dop’s skin was almost entirely carapace, but that time had gone. Even though she still fought regularly, she had forsaken a bit of natural protection for the feel of fur on chitinous skin they both loved. “So what else do you want my night to start with?”
Spring exhaled into her mane and his hands found the base of her elytra and started massaging and kneading the muscles they were anchored to. Doppel moaned and slumped against him as he did. There was no one else she trusted to touch her there, and Spring literally had magic fingers when it came to how he treated them, the same tingle of magic that he used when he gardened or mixed plants and chemicals warming his fingers for her.
Dop moaned again. “Don’t stop….”
Between his nimble and knowing fingers, he was soon supporting her weight as his massage kneaded the tension and resistance out of her. “Lift your hands hun? Let me get the shirt off.”
She opened and he slid her shirt up over her head and shoulders, then abused the trust she showed him by immediately tickling her exposed sides and armpits.
“Spring!” she burst out between peaks of laughter, his quick and darting fingers and the shirt tangling her arms keeping her from protecting herself.
She eventually did get his shin with a hoof and he eased off, laughing himself and only rubbing the sore spot against his other leg.
He pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, her yellow cheeks blushing red as she pouted, though the smile was still there. “Jerk.”
He grinned back at her, perhaps a little more smug than he could have been. He kissed her forehead, just at the base of her horn and her elytra twitched and a finger found it's way under there again, gently caressing the soft skin and muscle there, enjoying the little twitches she made against him in response. "You still love me."
"Don't make me gag you," she grumbled, twirling a finger of her own against his thigh.
"Kinky," he countered. The other hand found its way to her perk buttocks again, softly rubbing against her curves and the fabric of her panties.
She flustered a little then huffed. "Fine. Shut up. You win this time."
Spring paused. "I... win?"
"Yep. So, gonna finishing unwrapping your prize?"
Spring laughed and lifted her off the ground again, enough that her breasts were against his muzzle. And he give one of her nipples a lick. "It's just gonna be corn back and forth?"
She squirmed a little, rubbing her cheeks against the arm that supported them, a little dampness between the seat of her panty and his fur, and nibbled his ear.
Spring squealed a little. His ears were his not-so hidden weak point, and she had learned a lot of ways to exploit them. Case in point, that little nibble had his already hardened cock twitching against his boxers.
"Oh?" She asked innocently, leaning forward so that her breast was pressed against his muzzle even more. "You don't want the prize?"
Spring grunted and started suckling on the closest one without much complaint. She groaned happily at the teasing. Particularly as he shifted his grip on her, getting a hand under her seat and his thumb on a quest for her clit.
Changelings were just as much pony as any other tribe, for all their insect and reptile like traits. And his thumb also knew where the 'goods' were doing between her legs. Her chittering cries were all the evidence he needed that it and the rest of his fingers were finding all the right places.
"How many?" He asked, pulling away from the small mount he had been teasing.
"Tw- no, three," Dop said, blushing.
"Oh? Not even a warm up?" Spring teased, rocking from side to side.
"Please, I can take you," Dop huffed again, taking offense.
"I didn't mean anything by it, babe," Spring said, blushing a little himself.
Dop went for the ears again, this time chewing and working his sensitive bit of skin between her teeth as she hummed. "You didn't. did you?"
Spring moaned and nodded, at least as much as she would let him with his ear in such a tight hold. She had turned the situation around pretty easily, considering. He sighed as she let up.
"Good boy. Now, you offered some fingers didn't you?"
He grinned and the three promised fingers worked their way against her lips, the warm flesh inviting and welcoming. He didn't hesitate much longer to slip them in, and her pleasured moan and shudder where all the prize he needed. For now anyway.
He continued to tease her, her teat between his teeth and lips, working it with soft and inconsistent nibbles and the occasional lick and roll. Down below his fingers got her warmed up. He was a big stallion, in height, in hoof and in member. A little loosening up never hurt.
She chittered and moaned as he worked his fingers into her passage and her depths, her fluids seeping into his fur and some trailing down them into his palm. She soon found a way to muffle herself though, and once again his ear found it's way between her teeth.
Her panties were damp by this point, and his boxers were getting so as well from the pre being teased out from the heady scent of his lover and the aggressive teasing on his erogenous ears.
"D-dop, sweetie, you don't want me wasting it all my pants, do you?" he asked, coming up from her breasts.
She stuck fast, muzzle meeting muzzle, and lips against lip. Her tongue soon pressed in between her teeth and after a short tousle, came out the dominant on and explored his mouth freely. The kiss lasted long enough that Spring was distracted from the fingering by the time she broke it.
Her smug grin was because she knew she beat him in that one. "I do got to go to work soon, so let’s get to the real prize, why don't we?"
Her horn glowed and magic pulled his boxers down, catching on his shaft for what felt like a long while to him before it was finally pulled free and his almost intimidating dark green cock sprung up, hard and ready for action.
"My, my, my! My favourite toy is ready to go!" she said playfully. She didn't start chewing on his ear again, but she did start rubbing it between her fingers, which was actually worse for him.
"Dop," he whined slightly.
"Spring?" she responded cheekily.
"Is this payback for the tickling?" he asked.
"Maybe~" She kissed him again, this time on the cheek and working her way down his neck to his collar bone. "But that doesn't mean I don't want your cock in me. So get to it."
Spring laughed slightly and freed his fingers, slipping them from her folds. He sucked her juices from them, getting a taste of her, then they were back to help hold her open. "We might need some lube"
"Wanting a quickie but not having everything we need," she tutted. Her horn glowed again and this time the bottle of oil from the counter floated over. With only arm needed to support her, he unfortunately had to pull his fingers free to take it. But soon enough olive oil was pulling extra duty, slathered across meat that was going towards another hot cooking session.
He let the bottle fall and shifted his grip as he backed against the wall for support. Dop helped, her legs around his torso for a bit more support. He nuzzled between her breasts as he spread her folds with his fingers. It wasn't quite a gape, but it did make it easier for the thick flat head of his cock to find purchase.
Dop moaned happily, and mostly with anticipation for what she knew was coming. He chuckled a little, and pressed himself inside, rocking his hips slightly to help his shaft in. He could have removed her panties, but he didn't bother, he just moved it to the side. The two gasped and moaned together as shaft found a home in her tunnel. It almost seemed too big for the small bug, but they both knew it would fit. With a heavy moan the first third had been worked in, her vagina tight and clenching around him, squirting already just from the stretching his cock gave her.
"Oh yes..." Dop moaned, her elytra flaring and her wings fluttering.
"Not bad, huh?" Spring mumbled. He started thrusting slowly, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of her, soft intimate sounds of slick flesh rubbing against each other. He was working his way deep, and once Dop realized what he was planning, she helped.
"Sneaky stallion," she almost purred. She braced a leg against the wall as well and started rocking, trying to work the cock in as if it were a toy she was using. Between the two of them, the thrusting action was maximized, her pushing off as he pulled back, and pushing in as he pressed forward.
"Yes! That's it, Spring!" Dop moaned. His ring had just pressed in and was now sliding in and out of her vagina as they fucked each other.
"D-Damn, we should do it like this more often," Spring grunted. Her angle bent as she was had her clenching her abdomen and bent, all in ways that led to her being even tighter than she normally would be. He growled softly and shifted his hold to the small of her back and increased his pacing.
Words were soon left behind as they expressed themselves with grunts and sounds of mounting pleasure. Spring might have teased Dop for the slightly goofy look on her face, and the faint glow in her eyes, but he was drooling a little and twitching, tail lashing and curling as they worked each other up.
Dop kissed him, the long forced connection between them sharing and feeding each other's love and passion. Spring could feel the heat of their love as it burned between them, the magic of it almost a physical manifestation.
Spring grunted and pushed off the wall, holding her easily in his arms, before turned and pushing her against the wall. Though rash he was careful not to hurt her or crush her wings, but even so she grunted in surprised as the wind was knocked out of her. He started thrusting again, hard and strong, each push pressing her against the wall harder than before.
He was taking the lead this time, her position keeping her from being an active player, but that didn't take away from the pleasure of either one of them. Dop was lost in a daze of lust and pleasure, her eyes glowing from the love energy he was providing, and his own eyes were glowing as well from the magic he was building.
He grunted and gasped as she called and moaned his name, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back and sides. At some point she had squirted a few more times, but it wasn't quite the full orgasm that Spring want to give her.
He kissed and bit at her delicate neck, not to draw blood but to leave evidence of he presence, and to savour the taste of her skin and chitin and sweat and lust slicked body.
He was close as it was, and was holding back by force of will. He grunted and pressed in hard, their crotches meeting, her nether lips kissing his base as he hilted with each powerful thrust. His cock twitched madly and his muscles tensed as he held back.
Dop knew the signs and clenched and squirmed, trying to push him over the edge. "Inside!"
Spring nodded and hilted himself one last time and let out a shuddering low pitched moan as he burst, a thick ropes of cum splattering out of his cock and squirting into her already filled depths. It was just the first of many. The uncoordinated twitching and thrusting with the feeling of even more juice filling her pushed Dop over the edge too and her own high pitched chittering cry joined his, as her abdomen distended slightly from the unnatural amounts of cum Spring was leaving in her.
She moaned as they both slumped to the ground. Spring was in the daze of afterglow and in no state to keep standing at the moment, but carefully brought his love into his lap as he he fell to his rump. Dop leaned against him, still red faced and buzzing, nuzzling and pressing herself against him, his hard, though slowly softening from the lack of action, cock still in her.
She stayed that way for a while, enjoying each others company as much as the sex that shared before Spring was forced to break the silence. "You still got to go to work, hun."
She whined sadly and in reluctance.
He gently lifted her up and off his cock. Softening it might be, her tight hold and the thick cum still held it tight and he had to tug gently to free it. A bit of cum seeped out, but he slipped the panty back over. The already soaked fabric got an extra stain from the cum but held it in.
Spring looked at it for a moment before an idea occurred to him. He looked up at her and wagged his tail hopefully. "Maybe you could...?"
"I'm not going to work with a snatch full of cum sweetie," Dop chuckled, leaning to kiss him on the forehead much like he did to her. "No matter how kinky it would be."
Spring whined. "But it would be so nice..."
"I'll make you a deal; I'll do it the day you work with my eggs in your ass, okay?"
Spring blushed but nodded. "Okay. But since you don't want to keep it..."
He pulled her towards him suddenly and tugged her panty down, then pressed his muzzle against the slit before the cum could ooze out.
"Spring! What are you-oooooo~" Her protest broke off into a pleasured moan as he quite literally ate her out, sucking her vagina and pressing his tongue over and into it, trying to get all cum out of her. She moaned and squirmed, writhing against his strong arms as he held her close and kept her from slipping away.
"Spring..! We just..! Oh stars..!" Dop was hardly able to keep her thoughts straight. True, the oral wasn't as filling and powerful as the cock she just had in her, but his tongue and lips could reach places a cock missed, and pull off tricks it just couldn't. She helped clean herself out with another orgasm, her spray filling his mouth and over his face as he moaned and slumped.
Spring was quite smug when she pulled herself back together, blushing red across her cheeks and chest and even breast, though he was sure some of that was from his lavish attentions to her. "There. All gone."
"... Jerk," Dop said, trying to pout and not smile.
"Your jerk," Spring agreed. He kissed her again. It was not as passionate or heated as the ones they had before, but it was still filled with their gentle love.