Gears' "Sexty Minute Pony" Prompts

by Whirring Gears

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Romance
Length: 4765

Collection of sexy stories written in an hour.

This is a collection of stories written for the "Sexty Minute Pony" tumblr, a group for quick clopfic writing exercises. The prompts they give can range from any setting, any character, or any point in time. Also, because these were all written in an hour, there will most likely be some mistakes. These stories are in no way, shape, or form connected to anything else I write.

There is no real telling which prompts I will or will not be participating in. If I have an idea and time, I will write it, but I don't think I can write each and every single one. These are mostly for my own experimentation, writing in certain ways or about certain subjects that I might be able to visit in a fic later.

There will be a lead time on these stories. This is simply a convenient collection and a way to get feedback from my readers about what they do or don't like to see and maybe use that feedback in the future. If you want to see these stories as soon as possible, please check the Sexty Minute Pony tumblr..

Art by TXLegionnaire.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-11 16:40:46 UTC

"Are You Okay?" [#6]

Written July 29th for prompt #6:

"Applejack only has time for a quickie."

        “Uh... Applejack?”

        “Yeah, sugarcube?”

        “Are you okay?”

        “Right as rain. Why do you ask?”

        “Well, it’s just that you seem to be acting a bit... differently.”

        “How’s that?”

        “You, um... have been working rather harder as of late.”

        “We’re on a tight schedule.”

        “You seem a bit flustered...”

        “It’s a hot one today.”

        “And, um... you seem to be laying on top of me.”

        “Huh. Would you look at that.”

        “Are you really okay, Applejack?”

        “I told ya’, I’m fine. More than fine.”

        “Okay... so maybe-”

        “Well, actually, there may be a little something.”

        “Oh?”

        “Little something maybe you can help me with.”

        “And, um... w-what exactly would that be...?”

        “I think ya know what.”

        “Applejack...”

        “Listen. I told you before my season was coming.”

        “I know...”

        “You told me you were willin’ to help.”

        “I-I am! But...”

        “But what?”

        “Here? In the barn?”

        “Excitin’, isn’t it?”

        “But... why can’t we go back to the house?”

        “Like I said, we’re on a mighty tight schedule. I’m afraid we only have time for a little roll in the hay before we have to get back out there.”

        “But... why now?”

        “You followin’ me up and down those fields? You showing off those legs buckin’ all them trees with me? Ya’ll lucky I didn’t jump on you out there in the orchard.”

        “I’m sorry...”

        “Oh, don’t be sugarcube. Don’t be sorry for who you are. That’s why I love you.”

        “Thanks... I love you, too.”

        “...Okay, I’ll be honest. We don’t have to do this if ya’ll aren’t comfortable with it.”

        “Oh, no! No no, Applejack, I want to!”

        “You sure about it?”

        “Yes. I said I wanted to help you with your season, and I do, but... I’m just a little nervous... is all...”

        “Heh. This reminds me of the first time you an’ I were together. Do you remember?”

        “Y-Yeah...”

        “You were so nervous, you were shakin’ more than the tail on Winona during fetch.”

        “I-I remember that...”

        “You were so cute. Ya’ll still are.”

        “Thanks...”

        “Do you remember how I help calm ya’ down back then?”

        “Yeah. You... you would kiss me.”

        “And why did that calm you down so much?”

        “Because... I really... really liked it...”

        “Would ya’ like me to kiss you now?”

        “I...”

        “...”

        “...”

        “...Feelin’ better?”

        “A little bit...”

        “Somethin’ still wrong?”

        “What if... What if somepony catches us?”

        “Heh heh. I wouldn’t worry about that too much.”

        “Why not?”

        “Big Macintosh is runnin’ the stand in town, Granny Smith is inside bakin’ or nappin’, and Applebloom doesn’t get out of school for another hour. That means right now, it’s just you an’ me.”

        “I... I’m sorry, Applejack, I just... what is Granny comes out and needs us? If Big Mac returns early or if Applebloom-”

        “Nothin’ is goin’ to happen.”

        “I... I’m sorry.”

        “Come ‘ere.”

        “Wha-?”

        “...”

        “...”

        “...Now then. Every time you say sorry I’m going to kiss you again. Ya got that?”

        “Yeah. Sor-...!”

        “What was that?”

        “N-Nothing...”

        “Good. Now I’ll open my offer again. We don’t need to do this. I’m willin’ to wait.”

        “No... No, I want to.”

        “You sure?”

        “Yes. I’ve seen you walking funny out there. You’re really hurting, aren’t you?”

        “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m hurtin’-”

        “But it’s affecting you, isn’t it? A mare in... you know can really mess up her daily life.”

        “Ya’ll don’t need to tell me that.”

        “I know. I’m sorry, but I just-”

        “...”

        “...”

        “...Remember what I said?”

        “Yeah... and I’m-... I mean, I won’t forget again.”

        “So what were you sayin’?”

        “I was saying... that I want to help you. Like I’m supposed to.”

        “Well, I’m not sayin’ that yer absolutely supposed to-”

        “But I am. I want to. Because you’re my special somepony.”

        “Oh, sugarcube...”

        “And so, whenever you need me... Wherever you need me... I’ll be there. At night, in your room. During the day, in the field. At some point when we’re both in town...”

        “Now don’t get too crazy, now.”

        “Still. I love you. And during your season, I’ll help you. I may be nervous at first, and I’m sorry for that, but-”

        “...”

        “...”

        “...Don’t be sorry if you’re nervous. That’s a part of who you are. Like I said before, you never have to be sorry for that.”

        “I-I’m...”

        “I love it when yer nervous. I love being the one able to calm ya’ down. I love holding you and kissing you and makin’ you feel better because our little moments like this just wouldn’t be the same without that.”

        “Applejack...”

        “And what I love most of all... is that despite the fact yer nervous. Despite the fact yer scared, ya’ll are willing to do anythin’ for me.”

        “I... yeah...”

        “I love you, sugarcube.”

        “I love you, too, Applejack.”

        “...”

        “...”

        “...Okay. Ya’ll ready? We really don’t have a lot of time.”

        “Y-Yeah... I’m ready.”

"Boom." [#8]

Written August 5th for prompt #8:

"Twilight Sparkle’s special talent in the bedroom."

“Happy birthday...” Twilight whispers into your ear.

She snuggles up to you a little more after you had joined her in bed. As her words suggest, a good amount of years ago on this day, you were born. The occasion was met with presents and parties out of the kindness of your friends. However, at these parties, Twilight Sparkle, the mare you had been getting more than a little friendly with, had told you she had something else for you that evening.

You went to the library at the time specified and opened the door. She said she had sent Spike off to Canterlot for business, so you had a good idea of what to expect and the current setting in her bedroom with a few candles lit confirms your earlier suspicions.

This wasn’t the first time you had ever done this, but it didn’t make it any less enjoyable. You had started when Twilight began her ‘experimentation’ as she put it. Ways to use her magic to better your relationship. And wow, does it ever.

She nuzzles your neck with a sultry purr. Pulling her closer with a foreleg, you kiss the top of her head, behind her horn.

“So... what’s the plan for tonight?” you ask. The ways she had used magic in bed was always interesting. Floating in midair, certain transmogrifications, or even her simple magical grip on certain parts of your body, it was always fun.

Twilight giggles at your question. “We’re trying something new tonight. Testing a few new spells...” she says. “With something I think you’ll rather enjoy...”

She flips off the blanket that had been obscuring her from the midsection down. You haven’t thought about it, but you realize she was under there for the entire time since you walked in. And now that you see the flank you’ve come to know and love, you see something... different about it.

“Did... you do something to your tail?” you ask.

She looks at you with the same enticing smile as she flips it up over your leg. It looks and feels tightly braided together, like a long string. You can make out the small stripes of her highlights twisting all the way around from base to end.

“Do you know what this is?” she asks.

“It’s, um... a tail?” you ask, feeling a little silly.

She giggles again before putting her head up next to your ear. You can faintly hear her breathe inward before...

“Sssssss...” she hisses softly into your ear.

You feel your heart jump. You remember as part of her research and experimenting, the two of you had explored a certain number of, simply put, interests in the field. She had asked you if there was anything that particularly interested you. You were a little embarrassed to tell her because you thought it was weird. You didn’t know anypony else with the same type of fascination with such a thing. Never the less, you swallowed your pride and told her. You could see the surprise on her face, but Twilight being who she is, said she found it fascinating, if a little unusual.

You thought you had heard the end of it. You still had plenty of fun with her regardless, but tonight, was that really...?

“No... way...” you breathe out upon realization.

“No way, what?” she asks with a tone of mock innocence.

“Is that really a...” you begin, but are a little afraid to finish, just in case you had it all wrong.

Her smile simply grows as she watches your disbelief.

“A fuse?” she says. “Oh... it is.”

She flicks her tail again, causing the tightly bound strands to brush up and down your leg.

“But...” you ask. “That doesn’t mean, you’re actually going to...” you wave a hoof. “Does it?”

“Simply illusion magic,” she says. “A simulated light, not unlike those used by show mares, will travel along based on certain things as we have our way with each other.” She snuggles her cheek against yours as you both look to her tail. “It’s assigned to respond to certain stimulus inside myself. Elevated heartbeat, excitement, and of course...”

She gently kisses your cheek. “The grand finale.”

“And then...?” you ask, still a little unsure.

“More simple illusions. Harmless. Just some lights, a little bit of simulated concussive force, and a certain noise. Oh, that reminds me.”

She looks up, her horn beginning to glow. The purple light expands like a bubble, passing through the furniture until hitting the walls where it bends to the shape. As soon as all the walls are covered, the lights fades, leaving behind a little shine to everything surrounding you.

“Almost forgot the sound-proofing spell. Now we can be as loud as we want.” She leans close as she rubs her nose against yours, her face displaying the desire she was about to take out on you. “And it is definitely going to get loud.”

“I...” you begin, but can’t find any other words to follow it. The amount of research she must have had to do to perfect all of this must have been astounding. All of this. Just for you. You smile back, letting your own desire on urges begin to bubble to the surface.

“Ah, but one more thing...” she says, leaning her head down and touching her horn to your forehead. It glows and you feel a bit of warmth growing on the connected spot. The warmth feels like it’s going deeper and deeper, through you and down into your body. After a few moments, she pulls away again.

“What was that now?” you ask with a little chuckle.

“A little assurance,” she states simply. “For something like this, I don’t think it’d be wise to risk one of us finishing before the other. And besides, it’s just like how you told me you envisioned it.”

“Wait, so we are absolutely going to finish at the same time?” you ask impressed.

She nods happily. “You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to try and connect two different bodies in such a way. But I think for this, and for future sessions of ours, it was worth it.”

It was too good to be true. Your deepest darkest fantasy, about to be played out with no risk of harm or anything going wrong or even anypony overhearing. “Twilight...” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. “Thank you.”

“Like I said, happy birthday.” You feel her scoot closer again, pressing something warm and wet against your thigh. She begins rubbing it up and down, the wetness growing as you hear her breathing become a little stifled. The sensation causes you to feel excited as well, blood in your body flowing up into your private area, beginning to raise your pole to attention.

“Are you ready? We do have a time until all this magic wears off,” she says.

Instead of answering right away, you lean up and connect your lips to hers. She always has had a tiny hint of a fresh mixed berry taste that you have always enjoyed. The warmth and softness of her lips parts as her tongue licks against your mouth, wanting entry.

How could you refuse? Parting your own lips, your tongues dance playfully in the middle. Twisting and turning amongst each other, you enjoy it as much as you can before a new feeling takes over.

The kiss distracted you from realizing that you had become fully erect, but the fact didn’t sneak by Twilight. You felt her heat envelop you as you penetrate deep into her, causing the two of you to moan deeply into each others mouths.

Breaking the kiss, you look at each other, hungry for one another. You bring your hooves up to her shoulders as she raises herself up, her velvet-soft walls rubbing against you before leaving you exposed. Pushing herself back down, she sucks a little air in through her teeth.

She begins to get a rhythm going, up and down, up and down, bouncing against you. You begin to hear a little hissing, along with a new source of light other than the candles coming from the foot of the bed. Twilight’s tail, at the end, had begun to glow brightly in sparks against your leg, but other than a little heat, it feels completely fine.

Looking up from the glowing end of her tail up to Twilight’s face, she too has turned to the source of the hissing, seemingly pleased that her spell was working according to plan so far. She begins moving faster, the mattress under the two of you rising and falling along with her, bouncing you up and down in time with her.

Your hips buck upwards to meet her as you continue. Twilight’s moans grow in volume as her head leans upward to the ceiling. The sheets of the mattress begin to become undone. The blanket simply hanging off the edge from before had fallen off from the movement.

She leans forward, laying across you and holding her body against yours. Now mostly dependent on you for friction, you move your hips upward to help please your lover. Her moaning only becomes louder, nearly yelling as she begins to exclaim your name.

The hissing in the background is still present, and you know what that means. That the closer you two got to sweet climactic bliss... boom. It was only simulated, but still. It was going to happen. And while you two would be at the height of pleasure.

You could never explain why the idea did, but it excites you further. Motivates you to push faster, getting closer and closer to the big bang with Twilight.

“Yes... YES!” she screams. “Faster! Faster, I’m so close...!”

You grit your teeth. If she’s close, that would mean that you are close, too. You look down to her tail and notice that it was, indeed, closing in to the base. This would be the fastest the two of you had ever reached climax. You wonder if it is just your excitement or if Twilight is finding this as titillating as you are.

No time to think on it. You feel the pressure building inside your nether regions as your hooves move from her shoulders to around her back, holding her as close as possible.

You groan Twilight’s name as she moans yours one last time.

The feeling is rising. The fuse burns right up against her flank. And then...

BOOOOM!

The light nearly blinds you while the bang echoes off the walls. A warmth overtakes you as you feel yourself pressed against the mattress from the very mare you are holding. In the middle, you feel yourself releasing into her as her own fluids begin to spill out across your lap.

It was only for a brief moment before it was over. Your tight grip loosens on Twilight as your muscles begin to relax from the recent tension. Twilight’s body grows limp as well as she simply lays on top of you.

“Wow...” Twilight says between ragged breaths. You could barely hear her from the ringing in your ears.

The feeling, the excitement, the utter ecstasy of holding onto her in the throes of climax in the center of such a experience. The feeling of the explosion, seemingly inside and out. You had always imagined, but never that it was actually that intense.

“I think... your spells tonight,” you begin with your own heavy breathing. “Were quite... a success...

“I think... you may have just... found somepony else...” she says, still breathing heavily while looking up at you. “Who may enjoy... your weird little fetish...”

You smile down at her as the two of you continue to catch your breath.

"Public Displays of Affection." [#9]

Written August 8th for prompt #9:

"Two ponies try a new position." (taken as 'try something new')

Are you really about to do this?

The question flashed in your mind many times before as you sit and wait in your small room, smelling faintly of chemicals and other materials. However, at no point did you have a definitive answer. It is all up to her whether or not you are actually going to go through with this.

Taking another deep breath, you stand up and push the tiny crack on the door enough to be able to look outside. Ponies bustle to a fro, however, there is still no sign of her. The fact that she mentioned a specific time makes you really wish you were a pony who’d wear a watch. Sitting back down on the seat rim over the large aperture, your hoof travels downward and tries again to prepare yourself for what you may or may not be about to do.

You close your eyes and try to block out the noise outside. Rubbing seems to have no effect. Trying to use your imagination, you think of yourself back home. With her. Safe. Away from all these ponies...

No. That type of thinking is just what you and her want to break free from. But is such a relationship really that bad? I mean, sure it has its-

You hear a knock.

You listen closely for the rest of the signal.

...knockknock...knock...knockknock...knock...

It’s her.

You stand up again and carefully undo the lock and then squeeze to the side so nopony could see you as she enters. Her long, light pink hair brushes against you as her bright blue eyes look up at you.

“Sorry to keep you waiting so long...” she whispers.

“No problem, Fluttershy,” you say. You sit back down as she locks the door behind her.

She’s here. You are about to really do this. With all these ponies around. Sure, they might not be able to see you, but one little escaped sound could alert everypony around to what you were doing.

She looks down your body to your failure. You swallow nervously.

“I-I... I tried to get ready for you, but it’s... it’s just...” you stammer.

“No... I-I realize that this is... it’s...” she stammers.

“Are you sure you really want to do this?” you ask.

She looks back up to your face. Through the fear and insecurity, you could see the same spark of determination inside her. You two are here with a purpose. “Yes,” she says, quietly, but full of confidence. Just like when she first told you the plan.

You and Fluttershy had been dating for a while. Not that anypony could really tell. The two of you were just so timid around each other in public that you never look like a real couple. You don’t kiss around others. You don’t hold hooves. You barely touch.

However, you remember talking with Rainbow Dash and her coltfriend. Their relationship could be visible from the surface of Luna’s moon. They were not afraid to laugh, makeout, or be naughty with each other. They were constantly hanging of one another and, to be honest, you were a little jealous that you couldn’t be as confident in your relationship with Fluttershy.

Every time you turned away from her out of embarrassment, you felt guilty. Every time you went out of your way to avoid contact around others. Every time you missed an opportunity to display your affection publicly. You thought it might have looked like you were ashamed of her, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. You loved her with all your heart.

Come to find out, Fluttershy felt the same way. Every time she would turn away out of embarrassment, the same doubts flashed in her mind as well. You tried to quell each other fears when you were both alone, but the thoughts still occur when you can’t even hold eye contact with another pony watching.

Then, Fluttershy came to you with an idea. How to make you two more comfortable around each other in a public setting. She had heard a story from Rainbow Dash about her and her coltfriend again, about how they did something totally wild in the restroom of a nightclub. Of course, Dash wasn’t stingy with details, but thankfully Fluttershy was.

She wanted to do something like that. When you both heard that the Equestrian Traveling Fair was coming to town, you both decided that would be the perfect place. You spent the better part of the morning, trying to find a suitable location that was, while still open, would ensure you the best chance of not being seen.

Remembering Rainbow Dash’s story, you got an idea. The porta-johns. A line of them were set up out of the way from the tents, but still had a good number of ponies passing by them. You looked and decided on the fifth one from the right. You two went off and you would come back alone and enter. A little while after, making sure nopony would notice, Fluttershy would come, knock softly with a signal, and then enter herself.

And now, hopefully, you two are about to get a lot more comfortable with each other.

“Okay...” you reply, positioning your hoof and trying again to get ready.

After a little while with no progress still, you hear Fluttershy go, “Um...”

You look up and see her tentatively lifting a hoof and slowly guiding it to your private area. You are nervous enough, but poor Fluttershy was shaking as she drew closer. You could almost feel the heat off her hoof as you begin to sweat, waiting for it to make contact. Then suddenly, it shoots forward and touches.

You try to stifle a surprised yelp, eyes going wide from the noise you just made. Fluttershy’s hoof goes rigid in response to your outburst. You two have to be quiet. Even a peep could raise suspicion.

After a little while of hard breathing and nopony knocking on the door demanding what you were doing, Fluttershy takes a breath and begins moving her hoof up and down. Her own touch is a lot more effective than your own as you begin to feel it start to rise. However, with the noise outside, it could only get you so far.

She’s still moving as it is still too flaccid to do anything with. More time passes before you just sigh.

“I’m sorry...” you say.

Fluttershy only looks at you for a moment before returning to her goal. Slowly, her hoof stops rubbing. Slowly as well, she begins to lower herself. You are about to question what she is doing, until you see her begin to open her mouth. You bite your lip in preparation to what was about to happen.

Her barely parted lips meets with the tip, the sensation itself enough to cause you to shiver. You take a breath as quietly as you can as you feel her take more of it into her mouth, lifting the limp thing up with her tongue. As soon as it’s in up to the base, she lightly begins to suck and lick at the same time.

With a little noise as possible, you seethe through clenched teeth as Fluttershy’s new technique quickly begins working. Soon enough, it’s as hard as can be and she lets it out of her warm mouth.

She looks up to you with a small smile which you return. However, looking behind her, you see the you were not the only thing expanding. Her wings are now almost at their full width, pushing against the sides of the tiny room.

She slowly stands up, putting her hooves on either side of you to help lift herself. As soon as you two are at the same eye level, she pauses. From this close, you can see how much she is really blushing and could guess that you are probably doing the same.

She closes the distance between your mouths and gives you a soft little peck on the lips. As she pulls away, she lets out a tiny happy sigh.

“Are, um... you ready...?” she asks, blushing a little more.

You nod in response and both of your smiles grow.

She picks herself up onto her hindlegs. You can see a little glistening from between them. The little action earlier must have prepared her as much as it had you.

Leaning over, her chest lightly pushes against your cheek as she maneuvers herself to above your awaiting stallionhood. Slowly, she descends. Soon, your tip makes contact, and this time you both have to stifle a gasp. Pausing for only a moment, she begins lowering herself again, pushing you deep inside her. You can hear faint moans she’s struggling to contain as she drops.

You two look each other in the eye again, panting. She picks herself back up and down again, beginning to get a feel of how to move in this tiny space. Your hooves move up to her flanks as you help her with your guidance and carefully lifting your hips to meet her.

Her juices begin to coat your lap as you both try to keep yourself from eliciting any sort of grunt or moan from the situation. However, as pleasurable as it feels, you two are moving much too slowly to achieve climax. Realizing the same thing as you, Fluttershy tries to speed up, only the let out a gasp and have to stop. She begins again, biting her lip as you had done earlier to keep herself from making more noise.

While she was moving faster, it wasn’t getting you anywhere. In fact, it made it nearly maddening. You want to speed up. However, doing so may cause the two of you to give away what you are doing.

You try to be careful, pushing up a little harder into Fluttershy. She goes rigid again for a moment when you stop. However, as she begins again, she’s faster as well.

Her inner walls stroking you only make you want to speed up even more as you thrust ever harder. Fluttershy seems to feel the same way, now nearly slamming herself down onto you. This is much better as the two of you seem to forget your surroundings as you lose yourself in the moment. You feel yourself coming close. You look up at Fluttershy, her teeth clenched and eyes shut tight, focused only on riding you until the very end.

You feel her restrict around you as she falls one last time. You continuously push up as the two of you bury your mouths in each others manes to muffle yourselves. As you feel yourself stop shuddering, Fluttershy gets up off of you.

You both sit for a bit, faces red, panting, and still not quite sure if you had actually just done that. You look over at the roll of provided toilet paper and begin to roll some around your hoof to clean yourself up. Fluttershy reaches across from you and does the same.

You throw the paper away into the darkness you were sitting on and lean up to look through the crack to see if you and Fluttershy could escape undetected.

“Is anypony around...?” she asks quietly. Unfortunately, it seems that quite the group had gathered. If one of you exits, somepony would try to enter and see the other.

“Yeah,” you reply. “It looks like we’re stuck here a while,” you say, sitting back down next to her.

All she does is leans her head against your shoulder. Looking down at her, you see her with the same tiny smile as earlier.